NOVPUBFollowing Lanci’s demonstration, Zestira gently reached out and touched the top of the fox’s head. The warm and soft sensation transferred to her, and the big fox made a sound that was cold but affectionate, as if extending her a friendly welcome.
Zestira’s heart surged with an unutterable ripple of joy.
She had never had any contact with animals before.
The old teacher stood in the distance, watching these two students with the magical beasts. The scene freeze-framed into a warm painting, filled with the colors of love and understanding, he squinted his half-opened eyes, silently bestowing heartfelt blessings and hopes for these two children in his heart.
How wonderful it would be if all the students in this school were as good as them.
Thought the old man.
At this moment, the bell outside the classroom finally rang. Its sound was low and long, carrying a hint of magic power, capable of penetrating the walls and spreading to every corner of the examination area.
When the bell stopped, the examination would officially begin.
As the chief examiner, he was also to inform the two students of the specific content they need to complete in this exam.
No matter the results of this test, he was willing to give these two students the highest possible scores.
However.
The long bell abruptly stopped.
With the old teacher yet to start speaking, a sudden cold wind blew in, like a storm’s warning, ripping apart the warm and harmonious atmosphere.
The door was violently knocked over, taking a harsh impact.
Several students with aggressive looks barged into the classroom.
Indifference and contempt showed in their eyes, treating everything as nothing.
Without any sign or warning, without looking at the old teacher, they stepped into the classroom, readying themselves against Lanci and Zestira.
Those who were already fully armed entered the combat state the moment the test began, the weapons in their hands flashing a cold metallic luster, reflecting their eyes and revealing a resolute killing intent!
However, the magical beasts were more keenly aware of this hostility and threat.
A blaze of fury suddenly ignited in their eyes!
Their originally calm and kind expressions instantly turned into one of vigilance and ferocity.
Like an instinctive reflex, they pounced on the intruding students.
In an instant, chaos filled every corner of the classroom!
The collision sound, the roar, the clashing of metal and claws mixed together, the magical beasts used their inborn strength and magic power to fight against these hostile goons. 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Zestira stood aside, her eyes filled with fear.
She didn’t think that these people could be so vicious.
According to the number of figures in the distant corridor when they entered the classroom, the first wave of students to enter should not be so many and so decisive!
In the midst of the chaos, Lanci’s eyes also showed a hint of worry.
"Classmates, stop it quickly! These kids are harmless!"
The old teacher hurriedly stepped forward into the center of the chaos, hoping to use his wisdom and experience to quell this sudden turmoil.
Unfortunately, in front of him, a student took a deep breath and forcefully positioned his right fist at his side, then his whole body catapulted forward like an arrow.
"Artery-Burst Fist!"
Boom!
His first punch which shook the classroom, pierced the atmosphere like a thunderbolt, brutally crashing into the magical beast.
But in fact, it hit the old man who was trying to resolve the conflict.
In an instant, the old man, together with the magical beast, was thrown a few meters across the classroom floor.
The magical beast seemed sturdy, seemingly unharmed, but the old man’s condition was unknown.
Zestira watched the chaotic scene with her mouth agape in shock.
Lanci had a troubled expression and crossed his arms.
It seemed he was worried about the students hitting the teacher, a sign of society’s worsening moral climate.
"Classmates, stop it now!"
The old man struggled to get up from the floor, but these frenzied students ignored him entirely.
He’d had a few experiences being challenged by hot-blooded students with violence before.
But even so, this vicious attack is unprecedented for him.
If he had been a few decades older, that strike might have sent him straight to see Lady Goddess.
How utterly tragic.
The old man, eyes either wide open or closed, sighed deeply in sorrow.
What has become of the students these years?
Malicious behavior is one thing, but in recent years, the students have become more and more ruthless and arrogant.
Have they lost all respect for people and things, kindness, and reverence for their elders?
Despite improved living conditions in the empire, are the children’s hearts truly becoming more and more decadent?
It was so much better in the past.
In those days, just a short time after the holy war, everyone was united in camaraderie.
Naturally, the old man’s thoughts drifted back to those decades ago.
Back then, the students of Protoss Royal Magic Academy were so innocent and full of passion, burning with hope for the future.
Their respect for him was not because he was strong in battle, but simply because they shared common goals.
He remembered their cheerful voices.
"Major, we will definitely learn magical beast cultivation from you."
"What’s this little fox called? It’s so cute."
"I never thought that the Fragmented Corpse Reaper of the battlefield would be such a kind person. War is really to blame."
Everyone was harmonious and friendly...
Just like that feeling.
Even students with a hotter temper would risk getting reported, secretly rescuing magical beast cubs destined for the slaughterhouse, registering them for research purpose, and protecting them.
Whenever he reminisces about those years, his heart warms up.
Why are there no such students now?
Well, there are a few, like those two kindhearted students.
In the fleeting thoughts, time passed, and the classroom had turned into a battlefield.
What was once a room decorated elegantly and filled with various props and ingredients, was now in complete disarray.
The licorice and dust scattered on the floor mixed with the fallen feathers of magical beasts.
The roars of magical beasts and the angry bellows from students blended together, creating a deafening rhythm that began during the holy war and gradually turned into an unresolved hatred, like a ghostly presence in the Protoss Empire.
Facing this terrible sight, the old man shook his head, entirely disheartened. He didn’t even have it in him to embrace the magical beasts he had loved like his children for many years.
No, no.
Can’t be angry.
At his age, how could he let emotions cloud his judgement?
The old man strained to muster a smile, telling himself.
One day, the future of the Protoss Empire will be in the hands of the young.
As a teacher, he should not use violence to correct students.
Just like he realized at a young age, you can’t conquer magical beasts with force.
Thinking this, the old man’s pale eyebrows still showed kindness.
Just as he was about to use his frail old bones to try his best to guide these lost students,
Clang!
The door was suddenly kicked open, a cabinet flew in and hit him directly in the head, causing him to fall to the ground again.
"Thank God, it’s only a first-tier classroom!"
"Attack!"
More students rushed in, looking at the chaotic cooking classroom, their eyes filled with a cruel and greedy light. They could hardly wait to dissect all the ingredient beasts and earn those 130,000 credits.
