NOVPUBAt the central area of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Within the grand council hall, the glowing light of profound power and the resplendent illumination of enduring history hover around every corner in silence.
All sounds within the hall seem to have been severed by the changes on the screen, making the silence terrifying.
On the screen, a classroom that was harmonious a few minutes ago had transformed into a battleground akin to purgatory.
Every corner of the classroom is stained with horrifying bloodstains, scattered about are clearly cut equipment and incomplete desks and cabinets.
In the center of the view, Lanci still appears as though nothing had happened, wearing an amicable smile.
He was assisting a teacher who had hurried over to recover the students.
"You’ve worked hard," he said.
Having delivered a student from the classroom to the transport vehicle, Lanci waved to the teacher in charge of the rescue mission.
"..."
Unable to give any comment, the rescue teacher quickly left.
He had never seen a scene like this before.
Dozens of students in a critical state, inside and out of the classrooms.
Multiple trips were needed just for transportation.
If he killed more, there wouldn’t be enough room in the hospital!
If they had to transfer the severely injured students to public hospitals in the imperial city Herram, a pile of news media would likely report a large-scale campus terror attack at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
And how could this man assist in carrying these students to their stretchers like a passersby, aren’t you the mastermind?!
Meanwhile, on another part of the screen in front of the conference table.
"..."
"How many students did he kill this time?"
Not only in the classrooms, but even those students who were sprinting toward the classroom with hostility but had not yet charged in, directly collided with the old man who was chasing them out. They were determined by the old man as mischievous creatures with ill-intent.
The corridors of the entire assessment area have now become very dangerous.
Any student who dared to skip class and wander in the corridors could possibly be slain casually by the old man.
This could be seen from the split-screen image.
The Fragmented Corpse Reaper’s limited time return, he had gone into a frenzy.
It is estimated that this will inevitably become the terrifying legend of the Protoss School’s monthly assessment day.
And the bounty on Zestira on the notice board was slowly increasing.
The test had barely started for ten minutes.
And the bounty had soared to 309820.
"It is estimated that more than eighty students had fallen within their judgment range."
The more students defeated in the same test, the harder it is to be successful, the increase by 1% of the total bounty allocated for each defeated student was multiplied independently.
"If we allow Rocky McCarthy to continue killing, he might exceed one hundred thousand study points just from his 20% share."
"After this class ends, when the other students emerge from their classrooms and see the numbers on the notice board, even if they do not know what had happened, they would probably be terrified."
"I am inclined to place a bet on Zestira."
"Regrettably, it’s too late now."
Bets can only be placed before the test starts.
"Damned guy..."
Some people’s expressions shifted from arrogance and ridicule to anger.
They had always been controlling the situation, treating it as a game of fighting insects.
How could a servant in the test field dare to so calmly defy their intentions?
"Next, I cannot possibly let him pass in any classroom."
With the arrogant male voice, the magical array on the table began to flicker again.
"..."
Everyone knew that the student he bet on was easily eliminated by Lanci, without even meeting Lanci in person.
Now, even if it cost him more study points, he wouldn’t let Lanci off easily.
"Can’t play, huh?"
"So what? I don’t want him to win, let his demon lord master get so many points, wouldn’t he be stepping on our heads?"
With these words, various interference triggered by the head students are being reflected in the examination area.
Only clear on one side of the round table, the number one seat Duchess Cloris, who had been closing her eyes in recuperation, had not said a word.
"Rocky McCarthy…"
Cloris whispered this name to herself.
She knew long ago that this guy was not on the same level as other students.
The students in the examination area probably weren’t even enough to make him use his Magic Card.
Anyone who was thought highly of by Xido at this point and recommended for recruitment would generally not be in error.
Could he become one of the key figures to change the dynamics of Protoss Empire, even just a little bit?
Cloris looked at the screen, her face expressionless.
The current contradictions between Protoss and the northern countries seem to be the result of historical accumulations, everything could not be more natural, but hidden behind the empire were shadows of unseen ghosts.
They don’t know where they came from, what their ultimate purpose is, and can’t even prove their existence.
The only certainty is that many unseen hands are guiding something.
Perhaps in the not-too-distant future, a mysterious wind will sweep across the north and south continents. It will ripple, chain, spread, explode, drag to the battlefield the forces of the Rebirth Church that the large northern countries do not want to provoke, the ancient race that has been sleeping under the glaciers for tens of thousands of years, and the extremely ominous existence of legendary creatures.
Protoss Empire, as a large country at the corner of the Northern Continent, is just a fuse.
The South Continent on the coasts far away will not be spared either.
If a disaster like the wrath of the gods is coming, no matter how the dice of fate fall, everything will end.
Humanity’s Eighth-order powerhouses and the accumulated national power should not be forfeited due to some foolish reasons.
She was somewhat invigorated and looked toward the far end of the round table.
The others didn’t seem to think highly of Rocky McCarthy.
"Personal abilities are ultimately limited. This opportunity won’t come a second time. Let’s just watch and see how he gets the points out of the arena."
Listening to their words.
Cloris chuckled lightly.
"Cloris, you find it pretty funny, too, right?"
One of the head students noticed Cloris’s reaction and looked over, his eyes full of desire for power and obsession with control.
"Yes, keep pressuring him and let his true colors show."
She said with a warm smile.
Whoever interferes will have their names announced as if to notify everyone, in other words, the interferers are sponsoring in their real names.
Anyway, she won’t be the one who suffers.
...
Southern District of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
After the Magical Beast Breeding Classroom was cleaned out, it went on quietly for nearly an hour and a half.
When the old man chased after them, Lanci changed the symbol on the doorplate back seamlessly again.
Lanci and Zestira then stayed in this classroom, playing with the magical beasts like zookeepers, feeding them from time to time, and spent some leisurely time.
"Teacher, how are we going to kill time next?"
The relaxation was such that Zestira began to doubt whether they were playing in a zoo or an animal-themed cafe, or taking part in a dangerous high-speed chase.
With four more classes, it was too long.
The same method might not work a second time, and after the first class ended, some strong students might attack as the second wave of hunters.
However.
After listening, Lanci just sat on the sofa chair, raised his glass, took a calm drink, completely undisturbed by the colorful and lively magical creatures behind him.
"It’s about to end."
He said with a smile.
"?"
This certainty made Zestira inexplicably feel like she was about to see Lanci’s victory animation.
