NOVPUBHuman and beast roars interweaved together, forming a cacophony of metallic clashing sounds that was harsh and difficult to distinguish.
The intrusive group was venting their anger in an indiscriminate battle against the once tame magical beasts. Sword blades and sharp claws glinted under the light, every swing carrying a cruel and resolute intent to kill, as though they wanted to sever all life that stood before them.
The eyes of the magical beasts were also consumed by the burning fury, their massive bodies leaping on the battlefield, causing the entire classroom to tremble each time they land.
With their sharp claws and teeth, they tore at any enemy who dared to come close. Their mighty tails flung students into the sky, before mercilessly crashing them into the floor, creating a heavy impact sound.
However, as more and more students joined the battlefield, the previously superior magical beasts’ side showed signs of crumbling.
"My students…"
The old man, stumbling to his feet, raised his hand as if trying to reach for something, started to speak.
But the multitude of students who rushed in paid him no mind.
It seemed like their eyes were filled with desire, completely succumbing to their inner demons.
The old man, still dazed, clenched his throbbing forehead from the taken hit and suppressed an urge to scold the students, his greatest struggle in his life.
He had momentarily felt impulsed to lash out at the students, but he held himself back.
Patience, patience. These children don’t mean any harm.
They simply wish to know the magical beasts in the wrong way.
After the old man forcefully coughed, he tried to speak loudly:
"Students, do not harm these youngsters. The goal isn’t for you to conquer them!"
But the situation went beyond his expectations.
The sound of footsteps from the corridor was becoming ever more prominent, as if discovering an irresistible treasure, everyone surged in, drowning out his words.
The students rushed in like a tide, and began fighting with the magical beasts without asking.
What he had originally viewed as a minor squabble now turned into a one-sided battle, even the magical beasts struggled to ward off the onslaught.
"Students, do not harm these children! Our assessment does not require you to conquer them!"
The old man’s furrowed eyebrows tightened into knots, as he yelled anxiously.
It was no use.
Not only did his voice fail to stop the students from fighting.
It only drove them to fight more ruthlessly and fiercely!
"I will dismember all these damned beasts for you! You do not need to thank me, old man!"
"You think I will stop? Dream on!"
The students looked ferocious and their assaults were brutal—like they were butchers trying to dismember the magical beasts.
"We just took advantage of the rules, as one would in a first-level difficulty assessment. So what if we disregarded the teacher a little?"
Bloodstains spread freely on the originally white tiles, just like the shattered glass on the floor—there was no reversing it.
"Why… why have all of you become so cruel…"
The old man witnessed the uncontrollable chaos, his eyes filled with horror and sadness, his hands trembling.
"Heh, this one’s got some spirit, it’ll take some effort to slaughter it."
"Old man, how many credits do we get for killing one?"
Looking at the chaotic cooking classroom that quickly turned into a mess, the students arrogant and even taunting remarks continued unceasingly.
A chaotic battle between humans and magical beasts set their tempers aflame.
Amid these taunts.
In a classroom filled with madness and malice.
Blood and the howling of magical beasts echoed everywhere.
The expression of the old man finally froze on his face.
Saddened by the sight of the ’children’ he carefully raised now being cruelly treated, he understood.
It turned out…
Times had indeed changed.
Children of today, they have all turned bad, he realized.
The old man calmly turned around, hunched his back, and walked to the side of the classroom, as if he had figured out something.
He opened the metal cabinet and took out a large scythe.
"Heheheh... It’s so nice that young people nowadays are so energetic..."
The old man smiled faintly, twirling the heavy scythe as if it were a twig, creating a deep resonance with the air.
Suddenly, everyone stopped in their tracks.
They felt a chill behind them.
When they turned their heads, they saw that the old man’s eyes had turned a dark red glow, as if the beast that had been slumbering within him had awakened.
This teacher… was at least a sixth-order.
And a terribly frightening one at that.
Such icy, lethal aura was no doubt steeped in countless deaths!
Wasn’t the cooking classroom all about using these beastly magical creatures as ingredients?
Though they admitted they disrespected the teacher to some extent, why did he show signs of going berserk?!
With the occasional sounds of upset stomachs and light shuffling of feet moving backward, the classroom erupted into chaos once more.
"Rather than letting you inherit the future of the Protoss Empire, it would be better for me to do my duty and cleanse the scum!"
The old man’s face twisted, his hands swinging his scythe, his body darting around like a ghost, brutally massacring those who had no respect for life.
Blood spurted out into the classroom and a few bodies crumpled to the floor.
The students who were caught by him had instantly had grid-like blood lines appear on their body, triggering the boundary’s blood seal protection - while this saved their lives, the severity of their injuries meant they would likely be confined to a hospital for months.
"The teacher is murdering students!!"
"Stop it!!"
A few seconds later.
Boom!
Boom!
A series of loud noises rang out.
The prop rack, once neatly organized, was now slanted and fallen, the exquisite glass and amber bottles broken into pieces scattered all over, the walls and ceiling horribly damaged—everything from steel to marble were cracked.
The magical circuits and pipelines that were cut open by his scythe blade were still continually spurting out electric sparks and water columns.
In the distance, there was only a small untouched part of the classroom left.
"I told you this curriculum change was a good idea. Unless teachers kill students, how could there be discipline?"
Lanci glanced at Zestira, commenting casually, 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
"Now, they will probably remember to respect their elders and be kind to animals for the rest of their lives."
Regarding the changes and accomplishments of the teachers and students, he was quite satisfied.
"...?!"
Zestira didn’t know how to respond, so she just hugged the big fox tighter.
What kind of school did you come from?!
