Esta, a former cleanup specialist of the Declan bloodline, faces powerful foes and the family head in a battle over a mysterious grimoire.
Key Takeaways
- Esta is a powerful mage underestimated by others due to his role as a cleanup specialist.
- The Declan bloodline is a prestigious magical family with complex internal politics.
- The grimoire is a highly valuable magical artifact that drives much of the conflict.
- Fen Von Declan, the family head, wields immense power and influence.
- The video emphasizes themes of loyalty, power struggles, and hidden potential.
What the video covers
- The video opens with a fierce blue dragon soaring above Esta, who is exhausted and bloodied after a confrontation.
- Esta, a member of the Declan magical bloodline, has stepped down from his role as a cleanup specialist but remains powerful.
- Esta confronts a blue-haired man over a grimoire, revealing hidden strengths and tensions within the Declan family.
- Fen Von Declan, the head of the Declan magical family, appears and demands the grimoire, offering Esta a chance to return under the family banner.
- Esta and Fen engage in a tense dialogue about power, loyalty, and the value of the grimoire, with Fen showing overwhelming magical pressure.
- Despite Fen’s offers and threats, Esta remains defiant, leading to a magical battle between the two.
- The video explores themes of hidden strength, family legacy, and the burden of magical power.
- Esta reflects on his long service to the Declan family and his complicated relationship with its leadership.
- The confrontation highlights Esta’s unique talents and the political dynamics within the Declan bloodline.
- The story sets up a dramatic conflict with high stakes involving powerful magic and family honor.
Chapters
- 00:00 Introduction and Esta’s encounter with the dragon
- 20:08 Blanders’ prosperity and Damian’s introduction
- 39:47 Conflict intensifies with Damian and others
- 58:37 Alfredo Headbutler and rising tensions
- 78:05 Esta’s anticipation and confrontation escalates
- 97:29 Trial coffin aftermath and secret meetings
- 118:25 Character reflections and preparations
- 139:14 Climactic battle and Esta’s defiance
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Clear blue skies with exceptionally clear white clouds gave way to the silhouette of a dragon soaring upward that day. The fierce blue dragon opened its mouth and let out a loud roar. A dragon circled through the sky, flying wildly and furiously across the heavens, freer than anything else ever seen. That dragon swept right over the head of a man standing below. And just because of that eye, Esta looked exhausted, his face covered in blood. High up in the vast sky, the dragon spread its wings and flew away, leaving Esta, a member of the great Declan magic bloodline, who had decided to step down from his role as a cleanup specialist, to gaze after it. He then clenched his fist tightly beneath the sunlight, and that was the only reason. Dark clouds gradually rolled in, covering up the white clouds that had been there just moments before.
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A black raven opened its beak and cawed. Suddenly, a powerful and commanding voice rang out, "You're the last one left now." It then flapped its wings and flew off to join a flock of other ravens. Down below, Esta was using magic to choke someone. A blue-haired man said in helpless agony, "First of all, you hid your true strength." Esta just gave a slight smile. "That's not the kind of power an ordinary cleanup specialist has." Then he asserted, "The one asking questions here is me." Esta held a book in his hand and asked, "This is a grimoire, isn't it?" The blue-haired man turned pale with agony and stammered, "Yes." In the vast empty space around them, with only the two of them there, the blue-haired man continued, "Do you really think we came here just to take down a hound?" But Esta showed no intention of letting up as he replied, "If it's trash from the Declan bloodline like you, though, I suppose the whole pack would show up." He glanced lazily at the other man and asked, "So, how do you use it?" But the man steadfastly refused to speak, saying, "I don't know." Hearing that, Esta shifted his gaze and thought, "If that greedy bastard Declan had known, he wouldn't have buried it in a dusty basement." He looked at the book in his hand in deep thought. He didn't even know how to use it. Yet, he still got hunted down to this extent. Right after that, his dad drew a conclusion that just goes to show how immense its value is. Suddenly, the blue-haired man spoke up, making Esta look over. "Hand over the grimoire." Even while completely outmatched, the man stubbornly tried to threaten him. "I'll ask the leader to spare you, and maybe I can even have you reinstated as a cleanup specialist." Esta showed no fear at all, merely breaking into a faint smile. Maintaining his spell around the blue-haired man's neck, he said, "What kind of authority do you have to say something like that?" The man fired back a threat of his own. "Well, then any last words?" As the man whimpered in mounting agony, "You damn bastard." Prompting Esta to dish out a mocking reply. "Oh, you finally accept what you are. How commendable." Suddenly, the slow, shuffling footsteps of a cane hitting the ground startled Esta. He turned to look, thinking, "This is bad." A man appeared, surrounded by streams of red light, saying, "You've got pretty good instincts." Esta turned around fully to look at him, thinking, "Anyone carrying killing intent like that." The man gripped his cane tightly, pleased to meet you. "I am Fen Von Declan." He calmly introduced himself as the head of the Declan magical family from the Eastern Continent, leaving Esta utterly astonished. The head of the Declan bloodline. Fen smiled faintly and made an offer. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take that grimoire back and we can talk afterward." Esta glared at Fen and thought, "It's been over 10 years since I started working as a cleanup, and I've spent half my life serving Declan, but this is the first time I've ever met the family head." Esta recalled the group of people, the Declan bloodline, the premier magical family of the Eastern Continent. The imposing image of Fen flashed in his mind alongside the thought, "The family head is said to be the strongest mage in their history." He wondered curiously, "What kind of person is he really?" Yet in reality, the old man wore an exceptionally kind smile. Seeing that, Esta froze, thinking, "What a pain in the ass." Fen stood there helplessly with a blank look on his innocent face. Esta immediately clutched the book and demanded, "Do you plan on easily stealing someone else's spoils of war like that? Have you no shame?" The old man didn't answer him, just burst into laughter. And just like that, the two of them stood facing each other, each laughing on their own.
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Esta gave an awkward laugh and berated himself, "I shouldn't have eaten that dragon, for the family had to show up in person. My luck is absolute garbage." His hands trembled. "This magical pressure is no joke. He's the most overwhelmingly powerful mage I've ever seen." Fen slammed his cane hard against the ground, shattering the stone into pieces. "It would be easier for me to just kill you and take the grimoire, but let's be straight." With a sinister tone, he said, "Return under the banner of Declan, hand over the grimoire, and I'll overlook everything you've done." Esta stayed silent without answering, encouraging Fen to press on. "Well, your talent is truly impressive. Watching you fight, I can't believe we didn't notice sooner. Just some filthy stray from the gray district practicing the trashy techniques cleanup specialists always use." He stood frozen there listening to the old man's temptations. "Yet your strength reached this level. If you had the Declan bloodline backing you, how high could you fly?" Esta's eyes drooped heavily with sheer disgust. "And how far could Declan go if they used you as their sword?" The old man continued painting a picture of immense advantage for Esta. "Together, you'll stand by my side, making Declan even greater, and your name will go down in history." Across the gray overcast sky, a dragon beat its wings, returning to Declan as Fen dropped his final line. "Of course, you still have to return the grimoire." Esta answered briefly, "Fine." Fen smiled happily and said, "Good, then let's start with, but first I have a condition." Esta smirked, looking toward Fen with mockery. "Hand me the position of family head and then I'll consider it." The old man smiled back, but visible veins were already bulging across his face. Esta clenched his fist, causing a blue light to spark as he asked, "You've been watching the fight, haven't you?" Above them, the blue-haired man's mouth hung open, his tongue lolling out as his throat was squeezed tight. With his neck cocked heavily to one side, Esta confidently pressed on. "Did you count how many people died because of this thing?" That action successfully pissed Fen off, turning the old man's face furious. But he still stood there calmly. "So that's how it's going to be. You could die, you know." Hearing those words, a clear look of worry crossed Esta's face as he stood in silence, thinking he's right.
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Suddenly, footsteps rushed across the ground. Esta leaped high into the air, raised his fist, and cheered, "Hell yeah!" Two streams of white and red light collided right into each other.
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The old man's face turned fiercely aggressive as he shouted, "You never know which one's longer or shorter until you actually measure them." Fen calmly replied, "Very well, it seems I need to show you your place." He pointed a finger at the red circle in front of him to prepare something. Fen stood down below, letting Esta unleash his attack on him. He stood holding his hand over that circle with an utterly nonchalant expression. It seemed Esta got hit by the technique, causing his expression to shift as he cursed, "You lunatic." Esta plummeted rapidly from high above, deafly dragging his feet along the ground to absorb the impact as he muttered to himself amidst the fight, "Is this really the head of Declan?" "Esta rushed for"
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to choke someone. A blue-haired man said in helpless agony, "First of all, you hid your true strength." Estad just gave a slight smile. "That's not the kind of power an ordinary cleanup specialist has." Then he asserted, "The one asking
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questions here is me." Esta held a book in his hand and asked, "This is a grimoire, isn't it?" The blue-haired man turned pale with agony and stammered, "Yes." In the vast empty space around them, with only the two of them there,
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the blue-haired man continued, "Do you really think we came here just to take down a hound?" But Estach showed no intention of letting up as he replied, "If it's trash from the Declan bloodline like you, though, I suppose the whole
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pack would show up." He glanced lazily at the other man and asked, "So, how do you use it?" But the man steadfastly refused to speak, saying, "I don't know." Hearing that, Stash shifted his gaze and thought, "If that greedy
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bastard Declan had known, he wouldn't have buried it in a dusty basement." He looked at the book in his hand in deep thought. He didn't even know how to use it. Yet, he still got hunted down to this extent. Right after that, his dad
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drew a conclusion that just goes to show how immense its value is. Suddenly, the blue-haired man spoke up, making Esta look over. Hand over the grimmoire. Even while completely outmatched, the man stubbornly tried to threaten him. "I'll ask the leader to spare you, and maybe I
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can even have you reinstated as a cleanup specialist." The staff showed no fear at all, merely breaking into a faint smile. Maintaining his spell around the blue-haired man's neck, he said, "What kind of authority do you have to say something like that?" The
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staff fired back a threat of his own. "Well, then any last words?" As the man whimpered in mounting agony, "You damn bastard." Prompting his dad to dish out a mocking reply. Oh, you finally accept what you are. How commendable. Suddenly,
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the slow, shuffling footsteps of a cane hitting the ground startled a staff. He turned to look, thinking, "This is bad." A man appeared, surrounded by streams of red light, saying, "You've got pretty good instincts." The stat turned around
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fully to look at him, thinking, "Anyone carrying killing intent like that." The man gripped his cane tightly, pleased to meet you. I am Fen Von Declan. He calmly introduced himself as the head of the Declan magical family from the Eastern
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Continent, leaving Estat utterly astonished. The head of the Declan bloodline. Farn smiled faintly and made an offer. If you don't mind, I'd like to take that grimoire back and we can talk afterward. Estag glared at Farn and thought, "It's been over 10 years since
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I started working as a cleanup, and I've spent half my life serving Declan, but this is the first time I've ever met the family head." Est recalled the group of people, the Declan bloodline, the premier magical family of the Eastern
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Continent. The imposing image of Faren, flashed in his mind alongside the thought, "The family head is said to be the strongest mage in their history." He wondered curiously, "What kind of person is he really? Yet in reality, the old
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man wore an exceptionally kind smile. Seeing that, Estaf froze, thinking, "What a pain in the ass." Farn stood there helplessly with a blank look on his innocent face. Esta immediately clutched the book and demanded, "Do you plan on easily stealing someone else's
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spoils of war like that? Have you no shame?" The old man didn't answer him, just burst into laughter. And just like that, the two of them stood facing each other, each laughing on their own.
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Instead gave an awkward laugh and bered himself, "I shouldn't have eaten that dragon, for the family had to show up in person. My luck is absolute garbage." His hands trembled. This magical pressure is no joke. He's the most
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overwhelmingly powerful mage I've ever seen. Farn slammed his cane hard against the ground, shattering the stone into pieces. It would be easier for me to just kill you and take the grimoire, but let's be straight. With a sinister tone,
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he said, "Return under the banner of Declan, hand over the grimmoire, and I'll overlook everything you've done." Stayed silent without answering, encouraging Faren to press on. "Well, your talent is truly impressive.
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Watching you fight, I can't believe we didn't notice sooner. just some filthy stray from the gray district practicing the trashy techniques cleanup specialists always use. He stood frozen there listening to the old man's temptations. Yet your strength reached
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this level. If you had the Declan bloodline backing you, how high could you fly? Esta's eyes drooped heavily with sheer disgust. And how far could Declan go if they used you as their sword? The old man continued painting a
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picture of immense advantage for Sta. Together, you'll stand by my side, making Declan even greater, and your name will go down in history. Across the gray overcast sky, a dragon beat its wings, returning to Declan as Faren dropped his final line. Of course, you
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still have to return the grimoire. Esta answered briefly, "Fine." Farn smiled happily and said, "Good, then let's start with, but first I have a condition." Est smirked, looking toward Farn with mockery. "Hand me the position of family head and then I'll consider
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it." The old man smiled back, but visible veins were already bulging across his face. Est clenched his fist, causing a blue light to spark as he asked, "You've been watching the fight, haven't you?" Above them, the blue-haired man's mouth hung open, his
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tongue ling out as his throat was squeezed tight. With his neck cocked heavily to one side, a stack confidently pressed on. "Did you count how many people died because of this thing?" That action successfully pissed Faren off, turning the old man's face furious. But
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he still stood there calmly. So that's how it's going to be. You could die, you know. Hearing those words, a clear look of worry crossed Est's face as he stood in silence, thinking he's right.
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Suddenly, footsteps rushed across the ground. Esta leaped high into the air, raised his fist, and cheered, "Hell yeah!" Two streams of white and red light collided right into each other.
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The stad's face turned fiercely aggressive as he shouted, "You never know which one's longer or shorter until you actually measure them." Farn calmly replied, "Very well, it seems I need to show you your place." He pointed a finger at the red circle in front of him
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to prepare something. Faren stood down below, letting Esta unleash his attack on him. He stood holding his hand over that circle with an utterly nonchalant expression. It seemed Esta got hit by the technique, causing his expression to shift as he cursed, "You lunatic." Ist
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plummeted rapidly from high above, deafly dragging his feet along the ground to absorb the impact as he muttered to himself amidst the fight, "Is this really the head of Declan?" "Test rushed forward while still casting a weary glance behind him," "There's not
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a single opening in his defense." When suddenly a voice echoed, "Lusing focus, are you?" He then blocked the burst of light coming from ahead. Faren asked nonchalantly, "Didn't you say you have to measure things to know? There are
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some things you don't even need to measure." Estas stood there, touching the red circle before looking up. Faren sternly asserted, "Just like the gap between you and me." A flash of golden light suddenly illuminated the entire area. A giant red circle wrapped around
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Faren to protect him as he spoke up. "I'm not going to kill you, just beat you to a pulp. So, are you ready to talk now?" Farn gazed up at the overcast sky.
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He suddenly chuckled. "And what if I bow my head now? What if I agree to crawl back under Declan's shadow? Do you think I trust you?" On the other side, Esta was also concentrating on casting a spell. With his face covered in blood,
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Estau widened his eyes with a terrifying look. You think I'd trust you? Instantly, he unleashed his technique and shouted, "I'm sick and tired of playing dog. You hear me?" The staz attack struck down hard toward where Faren was standing. His face twisted
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maliciously as he roared. "Who the hell wants to go back to being a dog? Just because of a shiny leash in a big house doesn't mean it's not a kennel." Farn calmly tapped his cane against the ground and scoffed. Pathetic. Right
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after that, a red circle rapidly appeared beneath his feet. The light erupting from that circle blasted a staff flying far away. Faren waved his hand to control the red circle and looked up. Let me show you. Speaking as
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if he were about to deliver a fatal blow. What overwhelming power truly looks like. By this time, a stad dropped to his knees, looking up as he cursed, "You son of a bitch." Up in the sky, bolts of purple lightning struck down
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from nowhere, thinking back. That was the reason. The stair recalled his own pathetic face from back then. That day when I looked up at the sky, across the gray sky, a dragon took flight, passing overhead, looking so free. The image of
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his own agonizing self surfaced as well. And then, the reason I looked up that day, Farn stood leaning on his cane and said, "Impressive. I thought you were dead yet you're still hanging on before asking mockingly well have you finally
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felt the difference in power his face covered in blood stared at Faren without a word finally he admitted you're too strong also stopped and asked to finish what you started are you ready to talk now covered in wounds Aan narrowed his
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cold eyes and asked back so you want me back as a cleanup specialist touched his chin thoughtfully and replied oh I never said that I'm not asking you to be a cleanup specialist far immediately laid out his demand I want you to be the head
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of Bongshin hearing those words. Esta widened his eyes in utter disbelief. The head of Bongshan Farnen's imposing presence flared up. The Declan bloodline, the most powerful magical family on the eastern continent, strong enough to challenge even the throne, and
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they want me to swear feelalty as a vassal family. The staff slowly pulled out the book and asked, "Was that your real goal from the very beginning?" But Faren brushed it aside, replying, "You're still underestimating your own value. I want you and that grimoire."
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And then the two of them just stared at each other in silence. Esta thrust the book toward Faren. "Fine, you've made the right choice." The old man smiled and reached out to accept it. All your sins are forgiven. Farn shifted to an
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emphatic tone. Now there is only glory in standing beside Declan. Suddenly, a purple light flashed from within the book in Esta's hand. Faren's face darkened. What are you doing? Estab glared at him and answered. What do you think? You said I could hand it over to
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you as long as I didn't mind it being burned to ashes. Right. Farn grew so angry, veins popped on his face. You will never get an easy death. But Est cut him off. Oh, shut up and listen.
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Holding the book engulfed in purple light, he said calmly, "I never did this for money. What kind of money does a cleanup specialist ever see? So why did I keep this thing? Because it's about more than just money." Then asked,
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making Farnen's eyes widen in shock. Have you ever heard of a cleanup specialist being eaten by a young master of the Declan family? As if already knowing about it, the old man muttered, "Forbidden magic." And Estee confirmed, "That's right. That bastard devoured my
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comrades alive, and Declan covered the whole thing up." "Unstanding everything," Farn continued. "So this was all just for revenge." Estess side in frustration. Ha, why would I bother?
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I know damn well how cheap a cleanup specialist's life is, and my comrades lives were no different. He cast his turquoise eyes downward and stammered. I just across the overcast sky, warm rays of sunlight slowly peaked through. Just
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wanted to make sure they got what they deserved. The stethn smiled, but that takes a lot of money and even more than that. Finally, he concluded, "I've finally decided to retire. There's no way in hell I'm going back to that
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kennel." Farn waited in silence for his dad to finish. Consider that my final words. The old man snapped his fingers once. A blue flame flew forward, wrapping around a st as farren turned away and said, "This is Declan's
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precious azure flame, a fire that never goes out." Faren glanced back over his shoulder. "Burn in there and regret your choice down to the marrow of your bones." The stay stared back fiercely and declared, "Regret? [ __ ] that." As
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Faren's back faded into the distance, "If the only choice left is to be a dog for Declan, I'd rather go back to the great district. And if I can't go back, dying isn't a bad deal either." The staff sat within those flames, still
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wearing a content smile. He burst out laughing with overwhelming happiness. How long has it been since I felt this free? The staff thought with a bitter sigh, "It's just a shame I couldn't escape alive." Immersed in those flames,
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he kept thinking, "It's a shame I couldn't escape alive, but I have no regrets. If I'm ever born again, I'll chase freedom and get my revenge properly. All rivers eventually flow to the sea." But it seemed Esta was still
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safe and sound. What the hell? Recalling Fen's retreating back, he wondered, "Did everything just stop?" Estab peaked out from behind a boulder. He held a book in his hand, the grimoire. Estad then let go, letting the book be consumed by the
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blue flames. He watched in utter astonishment, "What the hell is this?" A yellow circle quickly appeared. Still not understanding what was happening, Estab muttered, "What on earth is going on here?" A coin dropped into an old bucket in the form of a young boy, Estad
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dragged himself along, holding a begging bucket, freezing up completely, going rigid and dazed as he asked himself, "What is this?" I was clearly being burned alive. "Something's not right," Esta thought in confusion, slowly raising his head, looking at the
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dilapidated houses surrounding him, his heart filled with questions. Where is this? Then glancing down at the bucket containing a few stray coins, he thought, "It's like I went back to the past. This place is way too familiar." Suddenly, Estelle let out a gasp as it
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vaguely dawned on him, "Right, I remember now. This is the gray district where I dragged myself through day after day before becoming a cleanup specialist. While all around him, people bustled back and forth without paying him any attention." Estelle looked down
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at his hands, still finding it hard to believe this miracle. No way did I really turn back time. The sky was deep blue and the sunlight was gentle. The space around the outdated houses in the gray district slowly grew quiet. The
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stud collapsed by the riverbank asking in a days what the hell happened. Looking at his reflection in the water, though his face betrayed no expression, his heart was in turmoil as he muttered to himself, "This is definitely me, but
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me when I was a kid." Suddenly, a magical circle flickered in his chest, leaving a stay a bit out of it as he thought, "If there's one thing I don't understand, it's this mark." I turned back time, but this thing stayed with
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me. Sitting amidst the lush green grass beneath the glaring sun, he pondered for a moment before vaguely concluding, "I don't know how, but the grimoire definitely did something." Even so, remembering the book's appearance, he still felt a lingering doubt. Does it
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really have this kind of ability? But thinking about it, the fact that the lazy old family head of Declan showed up in person proves how important that grimmoire was, and precisely because it was so important, nobody knew a thing
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about it. Finally, he brushed off his tangled thoughts and told himself, "Whatever, it seems like a good thing." Anyway, it's too real to be a dream, so I refuse to believe this is a dream.
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Thinking that, he looked at the water before him and marveled. The smell of sewage from sales lecture hall is enough to make me sick to my stomach. I'm definitely still alive. Then he waved his arms around, thinking vaguely and
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not just surviving. Shaking off his train of thought, Estag gripped his hand with high spirits and determinedly hyped himself up. A morning full of life and burning momentum, "This is a situation where anything can succeed." But he still vaguely asked himself, "So, what
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even is success?" Beneath the harsh sunlight, he gently closed his eyes and murmured, "I used to have a dream." "Yeah, I had a dream." "This was my comrade's dream, too," Esta thought as his mind drifted back to a hazy memory
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of the past. When he and his comrade looked out into the distance, the reason he decided to retire, Estas suddenly turned to look at the person beside him and called out, "Number one, I mean, Aster." Without turning his head to look
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at him, Aster asked indifferently, "We were born as strays in the great district. We have nothing, no good food, no nice clothes, and no education." Among those things, which one do you think hurts the most? The sty asked
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back, not getting to eat. Aster didn't dwell on it, continuing, "If it were just hunger, we wouldn't have ended up like this. If we can't eat, we just deal with it." Then Aster asked again, "But what do you think dragged our lives down
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into this gutter?" Unlike Aster's gloomy mood, Estab playfully messed around and replied casually, "Well, I think I'm fine." Though annoyed by him, Aster maintained his brooding mood and continued, "The reason our lives hit rock bottom, only to be cut off by Est's
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flat tone, I said I'm fine." Pushed to the absolute limit of annoyance, Aster shot Estee a very friendly glare, seeing which Estee stopped teasing and said helplessly, "All right, fine. I'll bite.
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Look at that guy's eyes." Only then did he seriously listen to Aster say that lacking an education was the most bitter thing of all. If we had been properly educated and taught right, we wouldn't have to live like this, trampled
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underfoot by those bastard nobles. As both of them looked out toward the distant sunset horizon and asked her continued, "So if one day I get to retire then I wanted trailing off there." He involuntarily broke into a bright smile. Snapping back to reality,
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Estaf finished his thought with a chuckle. Build a library. He vaguely envisioned that scene. A place where anyone, regardless of wealth, status, or gender, could read books freely. But I want to go a step further than that, he
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thought, raising his hand slightly as he looked up at the blue sky. Dreaming away, he mused. Build a tower for no reason at all, just because I like tall things, and it can be placed anywhere.
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Just thinking about that. Stag couldn't help whispering aloud, "Any book is fine, but there is one that absolutely must be there." The more he thought, the more excited he became, laughing like a maniac, as he boldly declared, "I'm
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going to put Declan's top secret manual right in the first floor lobby." So even the vagrants from the gray zone, the noble bastards, or a butcher, can hold a copy. The cover would bear Declan's crest, and inside would be the arcane
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arts they treasured more than their lives. The more he thought, the more grandiose his delusions became.
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Imagining the scene of everyone holding that book hand in hand, he couldn't help exclaiming, "Just imagining it makes my mouth water." Though there was still one thorny issue left, the problem of how to actually get that book. The blue sky
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grew ever bluer. Crossing his arms and nodding approvingly, he happily muttered, "Well, that's a problem for future me anyway. If I spread Declan's manual everywhere, those pricks are going to love it to death." Suddenly, a foot kicked him straight in the face,
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accompanied by a shout, "Found you." The stab was sent crashing to the ground as the guy continued to yell loudly, "You bastard. I've been looking all over for you. You save a spot for me and then dare to hide here. You got a death wish
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or something, huh?" spewing harsh words, the guy pummeled and kicked him mercilessly. Bruised all over and having no idea what was going on, Estat tried to shield his head, thinking, "Who the hell is this guy in ambush?" But I've
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survived countless battles aside from aerial combat, "I'm a seasoned scavenger," thinking that he boldly grabbed the foot, kicking him and stopped it. The guy was startled by this action of his, but quickly recovered and screamed, "Oh, you actually dare to
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block my attack." As a Stazz's cold voice slowly uttered every single word, you hit me seven times. then take 70 hits back, his face turning freezing cold and his entire body radiating a murderous aura, causing the guy to feel
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a surge of involuntary fear. Quickly seizing the opportunity, he intended to throw a punch straight at the guy's face, but his own hand let out a crisp, cracking sound of bones. He pulled back his fist, staring blankly and asking
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himself, "What the hell is this? It's glowing." While he was distracted, the guy threw a punch straight into his face, shouting, "Curses, you [ __ ] You dare hit your big brother." A punk like you actually dares to touch me. Are
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you out of your mind? Huh? Cursing away, the guy showed no mercy, beating and kicking Esta until he tumbled to the ground. Unable to fight back, Esta could only try to shield his head, tears streaming down as he thought helplessly,
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"That hurts. It hurts bad enough to make me cry, but what hurts more than the physical body is the heart." The guy accidentally bumped into a rock on the ground. He immediately tumbled backward, dropping with a heavy thud into the
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stream. Estas saw this and told himself, "Now's my chance." Scrambling back up, the guy cursed again, "You, you little punk." Seeing Esta running away, he roared in anger, "Where do you think you're running off to?" The staff suddenly raised his voice. This isn't
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running away. Suddenly, he turned his face back to look at the guy, speaking coldly. I'll remember your face. While secretly plotting in his heart, "This is a tactical retreat. Those hits you landed on me. I'm going to wear them on
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my chest like medals. I'm a seasoned scavenger. A guy who doesn't know the meaning of giving up." At a street corner, the star examined his hand, muttering softly, "Damn it, this is bad." Staring at his bruised, swollen wrist, he worriedly mumbled, "I'm not
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some ordinary desk jockey. Yet just a few punches dislocated my wrist. This body is way too weak." dismissing those wild fantasies from his head. He thought to himself, "Forget the tower. I need to fix this body first." Right then, a
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voice rang out asking Estelle, "Are you hungry?" He saw a kid walking up beside him. Rubbing his wrist, he looked at him and shot back, "Do you know me?" Damen answered, "Honestly, no." The stat turned his face away. And after giving
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him a once over, he silently assessed, "Figures I guessed as much. You look pathetic, yet your clothes are expensive. You must be some noble scan kicked out of the family during a power struggle." In other words, a walking
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bomb, gorgeous and full of danger. While Damian still stood in place, quietly looking at him. Ste briefly called out kid and Damian pointed at himself, introducing, "I'm Damian." As he was about to continue with, "Anyway," he was cut off by the kid saying, "My name is
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Bianca." Hearing that, he was left speechless with nothing more to say, thinking angrily inside, "Why am I suddenly learning things I should know?" After a few seconds of silence, Estab couldn't suppress his annoyance. Half scolding and half asking Damen, "Do you
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have something wrong with your head?" He asked one thing, but Damen gave a blank, unrelated answer. I don't have a mother.
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Realizing he had slipped up, the staff thought regretfully, "Oh, my bad." But keeping up a tough front outside, he firmly stated, "Well, I don't have a father either, so we're even now. Let's part ways here." Got it. Though in
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reality, he was carefully thinking to himself, "It's best not to get mixed up with a bomb like this. Better bolt before things get even messier." Even so, Damen stayed put, neither speaking nor leaving, just staring fixedly at him. Losing all patience, Esta opened
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his mouth to ask, "Are you not leaving?" Damen answered straightfaced, "I'm going with you." Esta thought uncomfortably, "Should I just beat him up?" But even so, he didn't do anything, just grumbling, just get out of the way.
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Suddenly, Damian reached out, wanting to touch him, asking with concern, "Hey, doesn't that spot hurt?" Then he happily and excitedly said, "I'll heal it." As Damian's hands simultaneously performed magic. Looking at his magic circle, Esta asked blankly, "What is this?" Seeing
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his confusion, Damian smiled and replied, "Magic." Esta already had the answer in his heart. But one thing made him even more panicked. No, this isn't just regular healing magic. healing light and arcane art belonging to the Blander family, the ones once crushed by
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Declan, his memory vaguely recalling this piece of history. His heart was filled with constant vigilance as he told himself. My intuition is telling me that the dirty, dangerous thing a scavenger like me usually avoids, has now latched onto me tightly, thinking
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that he instinctively stared hard at Damian. At that moment, his head was flooded with countless questions that needed answers. But why would a child of the Blander family be in the gray zone?
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At this time, the Blanders should still be at the height of their prosperity without overthinking it anymore. He urgently called out, "Damian, Damian Hut." Hearing his name called, Damen let out a surprised gasp. Then he broke into a beaming smile and asked back, "Are you
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calling me?" The staff froze in place, dumbfounded, involuntarily swearing under his breath. "Damn it." Looking closely at Damian's heterocchromatic eyes. He suddenly snapped to his senses, figuring something out I remember now.
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Someone carrying the Blander bloodline has bizarre eyes. The monster of the Blander family. Just thinking that his mind relived a shocking scene of a sea of fire and corpses and Damen's creepy laughter when he went berserk, the crazy
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butcher who wouldn't die no matter how many times he was killed. But right at this moment, Damen was just an adorable, innocent kid, smiling happily, marveling, "Oh, look at these ants." He was intently counting ants one by one,
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one, two, combining the sight before him with his memories. The stack couldn't believe it, stunned and mentally shortcircuiting as he thought, "Are you kidding me?" A few figures in black cloaks rushed toward the light back when I was a scavenger before regressing. I
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was dispatched to the Blander family on Declan's orders. Maine from his past life complained irritably, "Damn it, if it's Blander family business, handle it yourselves. Why call us?" The person beside him replied, "Well, it's not like we understand the calculations of the
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upper class." Another guy suddenly dashed up near him and recounted, "I heard there's a monster in the soft territory. Rumor has it dozens of people have died." He frowned in speculation, "A monster like an ogre." But then his
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expression turned to one of terror and then we saw it. Something was split right down the middle in front of them.
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Not an ogre. That guy was shirtless with both hands holding two halves, but rather a human tearing people apart with his bare hands. That monster wore a frantic expression, fighting while continuously casting Soft's exclusive healing magic, laughing and killing pure
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madness. That guy trampled over the bodies of hundreds of others. The monster of Blandor, the crazy butcher who wouldn't die. The monster with golden and red eyes along with the crazy smile always blooming on his lips. Damen von Blander. Returning to the present,
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Damen was squatting down and smiling like a flower. He started counting amidst Estas judging gay as one two.
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Skeptically he asked himself seriously. Est carried a mountain of questions as he looked at Damian. Why is a legitimate child of the Blander family, the sole heir of the head of the house living in such a dump? The very next second the
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kid suddenly stood up and yelled, "Food." He instinctively blurted out, "What?" Damen smiled brightly and continued, "Let's eat. My mom said, "You have to eat properly to stay healthy.
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Sickness comes from not eating." The staff silently agreed in his heart. He's right. Dusting off his pants as he stood up. Even though he didn't get hit by fists, but still felt the pain. He asked instead, "Um, do you have money?"
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Without a shred of doubt, the kid handed over a pouch of gold coins. This Estas suddenly threw an arm around his shoulder. Damian, with curious eyes, the kid looked at him. Est flashed a bright thumbs up and suggested, "Let's be
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friends out of nowhere." Shamelessly raising his head, he continued. I said, "Friends means friends get it, and friends share what they have." The very next second, Esta's eyes lit up as he pointed ahead. Let's go, my friend. Time
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to eat. And Damen sparkled as he echoed, "Friend." Under the sunset sky, the kid suddenly asked, "So, what do you have?" Estan nonchalantly replied, "Me, I have a friend now." That sounded pretty cool.
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When night fell at an inhidden amongst other residential houses, Estelle let out a loud burp from his mouth. Rubbing his round belly, he exclaimed, "That meal was really good. Washing my face made me feel so refreshed, too." Seeing
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Damen looking around back and forth, Estelle wondered, "What are you doing?" Damen answered innocently, "I didn't know the place we ate at earlier had a house on top. I usually sleep out on the street. Only now I realize having a
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house is pretty convenient." Hearing that, he could only reply vaguely, "Oh, I see." Then the kid suddenly pressed both hands onto the bed and blurted out, "Oh, right." With a serious expression, Damen revealed, "I don't have a father
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either." The staff processed the information for a few seconds and immediately denied it. "No, you do." The kid retorted, "No, I don't." He didn't answer, just thinking to himself, "Stop turning this into a misery suffering competition." Thinking that, Estab
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quickly changed the subject. "And you, do you have a mother?" Damen looked around blankly. "We're not here." He helplessly slapped his forehead. If she's not here, she probably doesn't exist then. That line of reasoning is a bit harsh. Let me assess the situation
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for a bit. Asked again, how long have you been here alone? Counting on his fingers, the kid hesitated and answered, "Um, ever since I ran away from home, I've slept 10 times." Hearing that, his expression sank slightly, running away,
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are you being chased? Sleeping 10 times means 10 days. Damen innocently corrected, "I took a lot of naps, too, leaving his head full of question marks." Smiling brightly, the kid held up two fingers twice a day. Of course, I
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mean short sleeps. Anyway, in total, I've slept 10 times. The more he listened, the more question marks piled up in Esta's head. Helplessly, he guessed. So, that's probably around three or four days. Damen flopped onto the bed and complained. But, I haven't
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gotten a single good night's sleep since I got here. The ground is too hard to sleep on. Estas suddenly looked up, dazed for a moment. Then, he turned his head to look at the comfortable pillow behind him. Burying his face in the
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pillow, Estas screamed out loud, "This kid is crazy right from birth." After venting, he stole a sideways glance anyway. While the kid is stuck in the gray zone, I can be his temporary babysitter, and it wouldn't be bad to
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use this opportunity to build a relationship with the Blandor family." Damen lay on his back with his eyes closed, muttering, "This place is really uncomfortable." While Estas silently calculated in his heart later when facing Declan, "That will come in handy.
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Besides, powerful families usually have lots of rare books." He suddenly remembered his miserable past image, "Of course. First, I need to take care of something else. 57 grudges carved deep into my chest." Thinking that, Estelle looked up to warn him. and Damian, I'm
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heading out. Don't bother me. If you actually do, it's going to be a huge mess. Hearing that, Damen bolted upright. Are you practicing breathing?
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He mechanically replied, "Yeah, exactly. When I'm done, you do it, too. I'll wait." The kid answered cheerfully. "Got it understood." Finished with that, Esta slowly closed his eyes and sensed. "In my past life, I laid the foundation of
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my magic using basic spells taught to scavengers," he thought to himself. But the limits were way too obvious. The image of his past self rushing through the night flashed in his mind, so I secretly broke into many noble
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households to steal. magic amidst the night sky. A pile of glass shards and various spells falling down, cheating death countless times. The spells I learned that way. A knight's body enhancement technique, spirit summoning alchemy, a bunch of miscellaneous arts.
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But he suddenly recalled the figure of that man leaning on a cane. Right before dying, a cloaked figure standing amidst rolling clouds and flashing lightning. I encountered a truly destructive power, and because of that, he muttered to himself, "This time for sure." The staff
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suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at the ceiling, his blue eyes flashing with determination. His lips parted and puckered slightly. The first magic I must learn is the ultimate origin technique of the Declan family.
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The root of Declan's spellcraft, capable of accepting all attributes of mana. The staff closed his eyes again and breathd evenly. I used to memorize it to study.
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Now I have a real chance to use it. Breathing technique. Suddenly, a fierce fire blazed on the left side of his chest. In agonizing pain, Estelle widened his eyes. It's so hot. It feels like magma flowing through my body. Damn
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it. What is this? He silently told himself, "Focus. I have to make it flow." Yet Esta widened his eyes again upon discovering something. A different stream of mana was rising on his hand.
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Now impurities, why are there these things? In the past, an old man transmitted mana into a young man. This is a highle spellcraft only passed down to the direct bloodline in noble families. A stream of blue mana coursed
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through Esta's body, forcing the mana through and burning away all impurities in his meridians. His entire body felt as though it were immersed in a pool of pure mana. A mana baptism. Est startled awake from his days covered in cold
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sweat, panting heavily as he sat up. How long has it been? Damian was still sleeping soundly on the neighboring bed.
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Est opened his eyes wide and looked down at his hand. No, more importantly, there are no more impurities in the meridians.
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The mana has also been purified. The purity is even higher than in my past life, maybe even beyond that. Frowning thoughtfully, he looked up. Even so, even then, the stout could picture that man's figure towering over him several
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times. Defeating Declan, even if I reincarnate a hundred times, might still be impossible. Yet he still clenched his fists with confidence, but one thing is certain. Estag grinned proudly, "My chances have increased. I'm a scavenger, a man who never gives up, even with
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0001% hope." The next morning, an astonished shout rang out from that in. "Oh, awesome." Damen touched his hair in shock. My hair turned brown. The stag glanced at him and thought, "Good. The platinum blonde hair that easily gives
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him away has been covered up. Once we change clothes, the Blander family won't recognize him." He secretly calculated, "Now then just one last thing." As Damian Wright on Q asked, "So, what do we do next, my good friend?" Hearing
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that, Esta went blank, staring fixedly at him. Then he smiled back, his eyes sparkling with amusement as Esta uttered three short words, "Raise hell." At the same time, elsewhere, someone stretched after last night's sleep. Spotty leisurely bathed in the morning
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sunlight. "Slept so well. The weather's great today, too." But he suddenly stopped and stared straight ahead. At Damian were slowly walking towards Spotty, that brat. He started spouting off, "Where the hell did you disappear to? Showing your face only now and
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looking like that. Did you take a bath in the sewer?" Spotty chimed in without a hint of reservation. "Who the hell is this kid?" He looks loaded no matter how you look at it. But before he could even
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finish his sentence, he took a punch straight to the stomach from Estab. As Spotty collapsed unconscious, Estas spoke up, "Looks like I found the right place since you're still fresh in my memory." Clenching his fist in anger, Estab muttered, "First things first.
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You're definitely getting all 123 hits." Right on Q, two other lackeyis rushed out shouting, "What the hell, Spotty?
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What's going on?" In the blink of an eye, the whole gang had gathered, "Is there an intruder? Wait, isn't that the runt?" The stag grinned excitedly, a whole bunch of familiar faces.
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Terrifying. Both he and Damen wore strangely gloomy expressions as Esta wondered, "I wonder how far I'll get today." While Damen suddenly chimed in, "What are we playing, my friend?" A powerful punch slammed directly into the young man's face, throwing his jaw out
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of alignment and sending him crashing backward. Not stopping there, Estad delivered a decisive blow straight to the stomach of the guy who had just rushed forward, sending him flying back and tumbling across the ground. Estag comfortably threw punches left and right
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without holding back against a single person. Even with a whole mob ganging up on him, none of them could lay a finger on him, leaving Damen standing off to the side in aruck admiration. Estad tightened his grip on his fist, gathered
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his magical energy, squeezed his fist shut even tighter, and went on the attack continuously. Damen's eyes sparkled with pure delight awesome.
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Amidst the fight, Estad turned to remind him, "Damn, back then, people call that totally badass." Damen let out an ooh and immediately coped him with glowing praise. Totally mega badass. Right at that moment, a guy had just knocked out
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cold slumped down right at Damian's feet. Damian nimly squatted down, placed his hand on the guy, and channeled some gentle healing magic. It's okay. I'll heal you. After being patched up, the guy regained a bit of consciousness, and
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stammered, "Thanks." But Estelle wasn't about to let him off that easily, materializing beside him like a ghost to grab the guy's collar and demand, "How many hits was that again?" Immediately followed a series of harsh dry sounds.
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Wham slap mixed with unceasing shrieks of agony, beating them from morning until evening. People just kept collapsing one after another while a stab was still full of energy throwing punches. A guy trying to sneak away mid chaos got spotted by him and immediately
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took a cane right across the middle of his ass with a crisp echoing smack.
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Afterward, Esta slowly walked over and asked, "How many times have you been hit?" While the guy clutched his red, stinging ass and stammered, "I forgot." Estelle looked back and called out, "Hey, buddy." Prompting Damen to scamper over with eager excitement, "Is it my
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turn? Is it my turn?" The staff ordered with the casual tone of a song, "Heal his hand." Leaving the young man on the ground to despair internally, "Just stop already." Cracking his knuckles with a loud pop, the staff flashed a wicked
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smirk. Listen up again. Your cast in the punching bag roll. Got it. While Damian happily went along with support duties, chanting, "Heal the hand. Heal the hand." As the guy about to get beaten up, wailed silently inside, "Stop it,
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you monster. I only know how to count up to two-digit numbers." By now, it was nighttime with a full moon hanging across the sky, casting a faint silvery glow down upon every rooftop. Down below, a staff finished up today's
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retaliation session with a thanks for today. As the bunch of guys lined up in a neat row and replied, "Thank you very much." A satisfied smile crossed his face. You've distributed your magic pretty well now. I'm proud of you. Damen
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clapped his hands loudly and promised, "We're done. Let's play again tomorrow." While Esta thought to himself, "I'm also proud of myself for landing over a 100 hits on each of them, totaling over a thousand blows. Even for me, a seasoned
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cleanup specialist whose only experience is fighting on mountains and in the sky, this is still a brand new challenge." Right in the middle of that, a soft murmur snapped him out of his thoughts.
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The young man with bruises all over his face rubbed his hands together, bowed slightly, and asked in a tiny voice, "Can I go now? I think that's enough." to which Estee gave a slight permissive nod. "Sure, beat it." The guy's
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twitching lips forced a bitter smile. "Actually, this is my house." Hearing that, Estad drew out his tone mockingly.
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"Oh, you want us to scram." Estee's grip on the collar tightened. Clear annoyance plastered across his face as he ground out every word awkward, "Huh!" prompting the terrified young man to frantically defend himself. "No, not at all. We'll
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clear out right this second." Without wasting another second, they slunk away in a hurry as Esta watched them go, thinking, "This isn't about a grudge." Suddenly sensing something, he turned his head slightly. Really awkward. While an innocent Damian was still waving
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goodbye enthusiastically, the staff stared down the far end of the alley. Someone's here. Right there, a figure radiating an intense aura touched down and they were heading right for them. He frowned as he analyzed fast but stealthy. That distinctive vibe just
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like a cleanup specialist. Estas gaze locked onto the person next to him with mounting tension. Thoughts flashed through his head. Must be a pursuer and their target is Damian. I was so careful yet they still managed to track me down.
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Unbelievable that the Blandor family found us this fast. The stag closed his eyes, trying to conjure the tiny sliver of magic left in his palm. With this much magic, just casting a single spell is tough, let alone close combat. This
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is bad. Locking his piercing gaze forward with intense focus, he thought, "But who the hell do you think I am?" Slowly moving both hands to condense his magic. Even back when I was a cleanup specialist, I never had an abundance of
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magic. Not once. I've faced situations like this a hundred times before. Nothing new here. A magical circle flared up at a sta's fingertips. Gather the magic, compress it tight, and then compress it again. The magic condensed into a tiny sphere. With just this much,
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it'll be enough. Without a second of delay, Estad turned around. He dropped to one knee and took up a shooting stance facing forward. Toward the figure, hurtling toward them. This is my only chance. But then something unexpected happened. As the figure got
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close, he dropped straight to his knees on the ground. The staff stood there completely stunned. His eyes rounded like a goldfish in sheer confusion. The man slid across the ground on his knees as he approached, howling miserably, "Oh, dear Lord, young master." Hearing
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that familiar voice, Damen went pale. Alfredo. The old man hugged him and wept miserably. Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? Where did you go? What were you doing? This poor butler has been worried sick about you
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to the point of losing sleep and appetite. With pure disgust, Damen pushed Alfredo's head off his shoulder. Let go of me. I'm not going back. Prompting the old man to wail again. Oh, heavens above young master, you might as well just kill me. As the
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butler wailed in agony, rowing away from home, how could you do such a thing? Estaf stood behind them, curling his lip in open distaste. A moment later, Alfredo grabbed a pouting Damian, clamped him tightly under his armpit, and stood up. Please excuse this
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unsemly scene in front of our honored guest. Regaining his polite composure, he introduced himself. I am Alfredo, butler of the Blander family. To which Estab politely replied, "Right, I'm Staff." Alfredo smiled warmly and extended a hand toward him with an
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offer. "It seems young Master Damian is quite fond of you. If you don't mind, would you like to come back to the estate with us?" Hearing that, Estas swallowed hard as his inner conflict began. Go to the Blander estate. He
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started running wild scenarios through his head. The basic rule of prestigious families is to stay away from anything filthy and avoid anything too high class. I can't guess what the hell they're plotting. Finally, Estas smirked, "Whatever doesn't matter. I was
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planning on getting close to the Blander family anyway because his goal had been plotted out beforehand. As luck would have it, the Blander territory happened to lie right along the route leading to the city, home to the Zenian Academy,
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touted as the pinnacle of Eastern education, whose library was also crowned the finest in the east. Since he planned on building the best library, making a detour to check it out wasn't a bad idea at all. Thinking that, Estee
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gave a slight compliant nod. All right, I understand. Thanks for the help. Alfredo turned around to take the lead.
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Then I shall go prepare the carriage. Please wait a moment. Estab picked up his jacket and pondered. I've strayed a bit off my library building path, but when good things come your way, you just roll with it. Beneath the bright glaring
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moonlight, he put his clothes back on. All right, time to see if the food at the Blander household is actually worth eating. That night's sky was truly gorgeous, with a full moon hanging high and quietly blanketing everything in a
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pale layer of silver light. After a while on the road, the carriage stopped in front of a massive mansion. We have arrived. This is the estate of the Blander family. Esta stepped down from the carriage calmly, his gate unhurried
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yet steady. He raised his head to look at the architectural structure before him. The first time I've come here in an official capacity, the Blandor family estate. At the entrance, a long line of people stood neatly and rows with
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respectful postures. Alfredo bowed slightly and gestured inside. It's getting late. Please get some proper rest, Lancancy. I'm counting on you. The maid behind him nodded. Yes. She stepped forward with a stern glare. Please follow me, young master Damian, leaving
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Damen sweating profusely as he forced a smile, Lanc. The door closed shut amidst Damen's scream. I've made a terrible mistake, Lanc. The mansion at night sank into deep tranquility with lights turned off in most of the rooms. Down the dark
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hallway, with only faint moonlight filtering through the window to spill across the stone floor, Alfredo walked alone in a specific direction. Reaching a door, he gave it a few gentle knocks before a voice called out from inside, "Enter." Alfredo gently turned the
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doororknob, pushed it open, and slowly walked in. Amidst the grand classic room, a woman's voice rang out, "Damn," as he bowed and reported, "The boy from the black and white district number seven. I have just brought him back."
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The chandelier flared to life, plunging the atmosphere into an unusually heavy silence right after those words. A burst of explosive magic suddenly flew right at Alfredo's face, but he stood calmly without flinching an inch. The woman raised her hand, her magical circle
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still active, black and white district number seven. Flying into a furious rage, she demanded frantically, "Is Damen okay? Was he hurt? If my son so much as loses a single strand of hair," Alfredo offered a reassuring voice. "My
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lady, please calm down and listen to me first." After listening to the whole story, the woman finally calmed down and sat back in her chair. "Is that so?" She reigned in her magic and let out a sigh of relief. "What a relief!" Alfredo
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stood calmly amidst the wreckage, "Right, what a relief!" thinking to himself, "Good for my lady and good for whoever might have dared touch the young master." This woman was none other than Damen's mother, Madame Gamma, once known as the blood witch. And who could
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possibly stop her wrath? It was practically a given because when it came to their own sons, no mother could possibly stay calm. A smile bloomed across her face. "Well, considering the outcome, we got lucky. Anyway, you've worked hard." Alfredo Bode respectfully,
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it was nothing, just my duty. Though, there is one rather unusual thing. Madame Gamo narrowed her eyes.
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"Unusual," she probed. "You mean regarding the friend the young master made this time? A stab, wasn't it? Is there something wrong with that friend?
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Alfredo's eyes narrowed dangerously as he recounted. He detected my presence even before I showed up. He was already prepared to counterattack. He briefly recalled, "The spell was about to unleash back then. Magic condensing into a glowing ring spinning around his
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palm." When he got close enough to inspect its shape, Alfredo confirmed, "And when we confronted each other, what was in that brat's hand was a magic bullet." Madame Gamo stroked her chin in appreciation. Can't deny that it's an
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astonishing talent. a kid with that kind of ability coming out of the black and white district. Suddenly, Alfredo's lips parted with a resolute gaze. That is precisely why, my lady. His face turned dead serious. I humbly submit a request.
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The next morning, the morning sun shone down, highlighting the grandeur and majesty of the entire estate. Alfredo radiated enthusiasm from head to toe as he pitched, "Hey, how about you become the successor?" Esta, who had just opened his eyes only to be hit with that
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kind of pitch, was left utterly speechless, freezing up for a few seconds. Alfredo beamed as if flowers were blooming in his heart. Surprised, aren't you? But there's no way that kid would refuse. A high-ranking butler like me personally, offering a life-changing
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opportunity to stray kid. Glory, wealth, prestige. But the answer that came out of his mouth made the old man freeze in his tracks. No. Alfredo suffered a total psychic shock, going completely blank.
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What? Staring at a sta who was casually picking his ear as if questioning the meaning of existence, he stammered. What did you just say, kid? Did I mishar you?
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Damen poked his head in, eyes wide with curious, damned innocent confusion. And hey, my friend, what's a damn? Thanks a lot for the nomination to be the butler's successor, but I think I still prefer my current life," Estas said
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while crouching down, his hands simultaneously slapping over Damen's mouth to hiss, "Shut the hell up, Damian." before shooting a sideways glance. "Once again, I'm truly grateful." Though still curious, the old man finally understood the situation.
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"Why refuse? Ah, I see." He looked at the two young men, thinking to himself, "Born in the great district, broke from childhood self-taught magic through pure talent." Because Damen had been chat blocked, the two of them were communicating through glares. the stack
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casting a cold-eyed look down at Damian. I didn't even say damn. And Damen shooting back a resentful glare. Yes, you did. Watching them, thoughts kept spinning in the old man's head. That must be why you're so arrogant. I get
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it. I used to be a nobody, too. Wild and reckless without knowing any limits. At that moment, he spoke in a measured tone. Still, kid, the world is huge. The answered bluntly, I know it's not small.
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Seeing that the kid didn't know the meaning of fear, the old man started losing his patience. At this age, you might feel like you can do anything, like you can reach out and grab the whole world. Contrasting with the old
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man's emotions, St remained as calm as possible while using the barest minimum of words. Not really. Though a vein was visibly bulging on his forehead, and his head felt like it was on fire, Alfredo forced himself to hold back patience.
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You must learn patience. Striving to stay as calm as possible with a friendly face, he brought up an illustrative example to scare the kid into backing down. Have you ever heard of the goblin living in the canyon? That's your
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current situation. Born and raised in a ravine, having no clue how terrifying the outside world is. Perhaps those words carried quite a heavy impact because this time Estelle lazily scratched his ear with a look more nonchalant than ever. I think I'm more
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like the dragon king in the sky. A sharp slash sound ripped through the air. A heavy stomp left a depression in the ground. This little brat knows nothing at all. His body gradually grew towering in size. Then I butler will personally
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show you. With a scowling, furious expression like someone had just stolen his food stamps, trying to assert his authority to scare the kid just how vast and terrifying this world truly is.
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Sunlight gradually poured into the magnificent hall. One big and one small, both wearing stone cold faces, strode hotily into the castle. Everyone inside the palace turned around upon hearing the strange noise at the door.
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Instantly, without needing a cue, everyone lined up in a neat row bode in unison and chorus. Welcome back, Lord Butler. Eager to prove his authority right here, the old man put on a majestic front. What do you think, kid?
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All of them are around your age, but they're certified geniuses of the Blander family. I'm sure you can feel it to some extent, right? Despite going to such lengths, all he got in return was Est's indifferent, uncaring attitude. At
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moments like this, a sense of caution flickered through his mind. The Blander family is no joke. Estag glanced briefly at the young people standing before him, silently assessing hard to believe they're just teenagers. Their aura is faint, but it already blankets the whole
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room. Still, Estee gave a slight smile as if seeing right through their little act. Just look at their eyes. They're nothing but a bunch of goblins, he thought. Not wrong at all since looking into their eyes made it impossible to
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feel any goodwill. Est spoke up to the old man. Well, I suppose I do feel something." Hearing that, the old man was as thrilled as if he'd struck gold, asking eagerly, "So, you'll accept my offer?" Emboldened, he puffed a stab to
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the heavens. "If you succeed me, you'll shine just as brightly as them. No, you'll shine brighter than anyone else." Suddenly, Estas spun around and dealt a cold, brutal rejection that poured a bucket of ice water over the old man. I
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hate light. Hearing that, the old man choked up, "Kid, why?" An arm suddenly shot up Lord Butler. The young man with a mole under his eye stepped forward with a slight smirk as the old man asked, "An intern, you have something to
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say?" He stated his opinion with total confidence. If that brat really felt anything, he wouldn't have turned down the offer. But the way he flatly dismissed it makes me think he hasn't felt enough yet. Estelle looked at him
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without changing expression. If I'm allowed, I'd like to give him an experience. The old man asked back, "You want to spar?" The guy shrugged with a smug look. Not necessarily a duel, just letting him taste what magic really is.
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The old man looked him up and down in silent appraisal, arrogant, but not bad.
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Then he turned back with a harmonious expression to tell Esta, "What do you think? How about a simple match with this guy?" The staff sank deep into his own thoughts. I know very well that they see me as a thorn in their side. In his
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eyes, those people smiled warmly on the outside, but underneath they were all demons wearing human masks. Some lucky beggar crawling out of God knows where.
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That's probably what they're thinking. The stab pointed forward and asked the old man, "Do I get to pick my opponent?
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Go ahead and try." Hearing that, he decisively pointed straight at the guy who had instigated the game. "You." Thinking one person would be enough, a stack kept pointing at a few more, leaving a startled Alfredo standing nearby as he went. "You. You too. and
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you as well. I'll take on all five of them at once." Just hearing the three words, "All five of them," the guy's initial arrogant, smug expression lost half its luster, replaced by surprise, accompanied by three giant question marks. The staff flicked his fingers as
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if provoking the opponent, his gaze and tone colder than ever. Scared, "Then go die!" Though merely an onlooker, even Alfredo broke out in a sweat and felt a tinge of intimidation witnessing that aura. His jaw slowly dropped. Then he
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burst into a proud, triumphant laugh. That's right. That's the kind of momentum a successor needs. Though quite pleased with that demeanor, to play it safe, he still turned to remind him, "Kid, do you dare take responsibility for those words. A statement like that
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is practically an insult to the Blander family." To which Estas smiled and said, "I'll take responsibility." Hearing that affirmation from him, the old man quickly moved to get the match underway.
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Good. Then, let's begin. One minute. If you last one minute, I'll give you a prize. If not, you take responsibility.
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Hearing the rules, Estat instantly saw through the old man's intentions. Responsibility here probably means inheriting the butler position. This old geyser is clearly trying to rope me in.
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Fine, I'll play. After a bit of preparation right there in the arena, he stood alone facing the remaining five people while the surrounding crowd grew larger and larger. And someone walked up to stand beside Alfredo and said, "But
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Lord Butler, isn't this too dangerous?" Instead of being worried, he remained firm. That's precisely why it has value.
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His stubbornness has to be shattered before he can grow up, causing the person standing beside him to widen his eyes in surprise and look up. Suddenly gritting his teeth, the instructor turned away and shut his eyes tightly as
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he thought. This is bad. His eyes are already rolled back. If I injure the young master's guest, my career as an instructor is completely ruined.
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Snapping his eyes open, he unexpectedly saw Damian and Lance standing right there. Seeing this, he leaned down and whispered to Damian, "Young master, your friend is in serious danger right now.
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Please stop the headbutler." Thinking that would salvage the situation, he was met with a shock as Damen's eyes lit up brightly and his heart blossomed with joy. Really, even I find that surprising. Seeing that, he slapped his forehead helplessly. "Oh man." Lansancy
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standing nearby chimed in with a warning. If the young master gets involved, Lady Gamo is going to lose her temper, prompting him to cross his arms, pout, turn his face away, and curse under his breath. "Damn it!" Realizing
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that too much time had passed and the match still hadn't started, Alfredo turned to hint subtly. "Instructor, what are you waiting for? Start already." And though unwilling, the instructor had no choice but to comply. Wright understood, while Damen at the same time was being
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subjected to Lancy's eternal nagging lecture. Walking away helplessly, the instructor let two streams of silent tears flow down his face. A mismatch is a mismatch. I did my best. Lance took note of the instructor's helpless expression. Suddenly, she walked off,
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leaving Damen with a parting remark. I'll be right back. Don't meddle. The moment she left, her previous pitiful apologetic expression instantly morphed into a cunning smirk. All right.
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Standing between both sides, the instructor announced the match rules. Well, then let me explain the format.
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The matches will be turn-based. Dissatisfied, Alfredo stepped out to interrupt the instructor. No, let's just make it a free-for-all battle. Unable to do anything, the instructor's expression resigned to his fate. Whatever.
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Regaining as normal an expression as possible, the instructor spoke up. The format is a free-for-all, and the match continues until one side surrenders.
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However, the instructor can halt the match at any time. Remember that. Having finished explaining the rules, his gaze toward his opponents turned dead serious, getting ready for the upcoming clash. The other five people on the opposing side looked equally tense,
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glaring at him with a face full of utter disgust. One of them gritted his teeth, "You nameless bum. The young master and the butler might pity you, but who the hell do you think you are? I'm going to
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crush you and drag your true face out in front of everyone." The instructor's decisive command rang out, "Well, then begin." The moment the instructor finished his sentence, the guy was immediately hit straight in the stomach, sending tears and saliva flying
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everywhere. He rolled his eyes and dropped his jaw in agony. He glanced sideways at his teammates behind him.
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The remaining four were also writhing in pain on the floor, looking no better off than he was. He looked back at the person in front of him, his face now carrying a fair bit of dread. The demeanor remained unchanged, that gaze
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and smile completely unaltered. I suppose I should teach you a few things myself first. Never underestimate the weak. What caught his attention most right now was the magic glowing on his hand. And he panicked magic. A mana bullet. That's the most basic concept of
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mana control. It consumes too much energy and is completely useless in actual combat. His cold voice rang out again. Second, don't judge others too leniently. With a flick of his hand, his magic instantly lunged toward the five of them. It hit them squarely in the
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head, making everyone scream in pain. Fear was now plastered all over his eyes. Third, he dashed straight toward the guy, widening his eyes and bringing his face right up close to his, fists held in parallel as he said, "This world
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is vast and bitter," leaving the guy completely frozen in place. Right after saying that, a decisive, powerful punch smashed straight into the guy's face, sending him flying backward. Once that was handled, he kindly offered a reminder from now on, I'm going to pour
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all these life lessons into you, so you better learn properly." After experiencing one of Esta's lessons, the guy looked utterly battered from head to toe, holding one side of his face as he screamed at the top of his lungs. "You
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lunatic! This isn't magic!" "Oh, but it is!" he replied, shifting his weight onto one leg to brace himself, delivering a merciless follow-up blow that knocked the guy's front teeth flying. "This is martial magic." The instructor's eyes bulged and his jaw
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dropped in utter shock. The onlookers standing outside didn't coordinate, yet they all shared the exact same expression. Out in the arena, the battle was extremely intense for St. his hands and feet moving non-stop without a moment to rest, grabbing one person's
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collar with his hand while relentlessly kicking another with his feet, all while wearing a cunning smile. Alfredo was equally takenback by his capability, thinking to himself, "That's a Mona bullet." And he threw it four or five times. Judging by the power, it
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definitely must have been compressed at least four times. He mentally replayed the hypothetical scenario of that Mona bullet hitting someone if that thing had actually connected earlier. Alfredo was still lost in thought regarding his innate talent for mana control. When the
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instructor suddenly raced past him with a radiant expression like he had struck gold. Mentally retracing the image of the demon-like a stab beating the remaining five little demons to a pulp.
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He wondered why on earth is he so good at brawling. A sudden sharp call startled him Alfredo. He hurriedly turned toward the source of the voice.
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Approaching him was Lansancy walking a few steps ahead of Lady Gamo causing him to raise his voice slightly and surprise Lady Gamo. Peering toward the doorway and seeing old Alfredo whispering privately with Lady Gamo, he thought, "Lady Gamo is here." Feeling as though a
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lifeline had arrived, the instructor shed a silent stream of tears as he nodded at Lansancy. "Lady Gamo is here to save us." And she nodded back to reassure the instructor. Lady Gamo asked with an extremely serious tone, "What on
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earth happened here?" Not daring to be disrespectful, he stammered in reply, "I was just planning a simple evaluation." She cast a sideways glance and asked back an evaluation, taking in the battlefield setup by him and even better catching him in the act of grabbing
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someone by the collar. She said, "You call this kind of chaos an evaluation." Just as he was intensely focused on doing something, hearing someone's familiar authoritative voice call out, "Damian startled him with a guilty conscience." Finally, she gave her
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command first. Gather the trainees and have them withdraw. Placing one hand over his chest and bowing. He agreed.
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Turning to Damen, she also issued an order, "Damn, go back to your room first." and dropping his previous cunning smirk, the kid scratched his head upon seeing his mother, putting on a completely innocent, blameless act.
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Esta was no exception, as she said, "And you too, Esta, returned to your room." She walked over to stand in front of the instructor and said, "Instructor Runfit." As he bowed his head with beads of sweat dotting his face, and Runit
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spoke up, "Yes, Lady Gamo, I did my best." Four words escaped her lips, "You're fired." Leaving him utterly stunned and frozen in place. "What?" Inside the magnificent palace, Lady Gamo's call rang out. Alfredo, "Yes, my lady." Standing and holding a teacup,
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she said to the butler, "I understand your intentions, but this time you went too far without beating around the bush.
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He bowed sincerely. I apologize, my lady. I will accept any punishment." She lowered her teacup. However, she asked, "I heard a staff sparred with the trainees. Did Damen help him out?" Calmly, he replied, "No, he did it all
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by himself. It's just reaching the crucial part." He hesitated, causing her to prompt him just what? Recalling his supremely smug and proud expression, he added, "He is exceptionally good at fighting." Startled as if remembering something, he continued, "Oh, right.
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about that mono bullet I mentioned earlier. He used it in today's sparring match as well. His voice lowered at this point more dangerously, and he compressed it a full four or five times, which massively increased its power, proving that following his words, she
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gradually deduced he possesses incredible mana control, even though I didn't see it with my own eyes. With just a single mana bullet, he defeated all five trainees. She recalled the image of him standing proudly amidst the people he had beaten, each lying
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writhing in a different corner, and thought, "With just one bullet, even a highle mage would find pure mana manipulation extremely difficult." She pressed further, "What about the offer of succession?" He answered, "Honestly, he flat out refused." Hearing the
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answer, she raised her teacup and told him, "I see." Taking a sip of tea, she thought, "Perhaps I need to reevaluate a st and consider things more carefully before telling the butler, bring a stat to me." A moment later, when the door
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swung open, he walked in with a bold stride. On the sofa, Damen was puffing out his cheeks and rolling his eyes while eating his pastry, raising a hand and greeting upon seeing him. While nearby Lady Gama wore a friendly smile
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and said to him, "Sau, you're here. Take a seat." Sitting down on the sofa, he didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point. I heard you summon me. Is that right? But before that, she pulled out a box and slid it
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across toward him. He looked at the box. What is this? I heard Alfredo promised to give you a gift. He tried to reload the information in his head that thing.
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The stair remembered Alfredo saying right before he entered the match, "If you last a minute, I'll give you a gift." But what surprised him was that it came so fast and was even prepared by Lady Gamo herself. Maintaining her
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friendly smile, she told him, "You can open it." Taking the box, he slowly opened it. The moment he lifted the lid, a radiant light burst forth from inside.
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"What is this?" Inside lay a yellow gemstone, taking him by surprise. A high tier item, something even within the Blander family is only given to trainees who make it into the top five mage divisions. He shot a suspicious sideways
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glance at Lady Gamo. I doubt it. Normally, kindness stops at a free meal if there's a gift. There's clearly an ulterior motive. Assuming this was just a reward for the bet, a mid-tier gift would make sense, but this is high tier.
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She seemed to realize something. Patting her son's head, she said, "You can accept it without worry. You helped Damian out in the gray zone earlier, and this gift is also an apology for what happened today." Even though she said
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that, his suspicions weren't fully cleared as he asked back, "Wait, if I eat this, do I have to join the Blanders?" Still wearing an extremely friendly expression, "No." He continued questioning. Or is there poison in this?
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With her brows twitching slightly and the corners of her mouth jerking, she managed to restrain herself. No, he asked. You mean there are absolutely no strings attached? That's right.
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Absolutely no strings. Hearing that, his hesitation vanished as he snatched it up. Well then, I'll gladly accept.
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Closing the lid of the box, he muttered, "Thanks. Truly appreciated." While Damen reached out to grab another pastry from the table. Looking at the item inside the box, his eyes lit up and his mouth started watering out of nowhere.
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Excellent and unexpected windfall. But before you could even celebrate, she added, "Besides, at that moment, she finally brought up her true intention. I have a proposal for you, Esta." His expression turning cold and serious once more, I knew it. Stroking her son's
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head, she looked at him and said, "A staff." With a completely harmonious expression, she said, "I will arrange your enrollment in the academy. Would you like to study alongside Damian?" A remark that made even Damian, who hadn't been paying attention initially, look up
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at his mother. Puzzled, he asked an academy, she explained, "Actually, Damen was supposed to enroll last year." looking at her son with a hint of sorrow in her eyes, but he put up such a fierce protest that it had to be postponed
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until this year. I never expected him to just run away from home instead while Damian casually kept eating his pastry, turning his face away as if trying to ignore it. So, I'm asking you, Damen is very fond of you, and the kid chimed in,
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"As long as my friend goes with me, I agree." Pondering it over, he gradually figured out her intentions make sense.
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To Bianca, that was a huge headache. She was afraid that if she forced Damen to enroll, he would run away again. and he pictured stubborn Damian running off shouting, "No way, I'm not going." With no clear way to sway his stubborn mind.
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It seemed this proposal didn't put him at a disadvantage either. Of course, this was also a great opportunity for him. An academy is a good place, and in a world revolving around bloodlines and connections, academic ties hold considerable value. Gritting his teeth,
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he thought, sounds nice, but it feels like stepping straight into a leash. He said, "I'll think about it. Understood.
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Let me know when you've made your decision." By the way, this is unrelated, but I'm quite curious. He looked rather surprised, pressing her advantage, she asked, "Why did you turn down Alfredo's succession offer?" He glanced sideways toward the door behind
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him, sporting a wicked smile. "Well, my knees are worth a lot, too." Her expression turned baffled at his answer.
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"What?" Outside, Alfredo was desperately pressing his ear against the door to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.
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Huh. At a certain mansion, just as dawn was breaking, the stab parted his lips and exhaled a wisp of frosty air.
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Sitting cross-legged on the bed, practicing his technique. I see this is the domain of a treasure artifact even though I only absorbed 10% of it. My mana increased by this much. The staff suddenly opened his eyes and looked
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down. Is it because my constitution transformed into that of a fire marked being? The hand resting on his thigh was shrouded in mana. Normally absorbing a domain leads to backlash. But there was none of that here. It completely
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exceeded my expectations. Calmly gazing out the window anyway. The academy. I've been mulling it over for a while, but perhaps the answer was determined long ago. Outside the window pane, the sky was gradually brightening. If I enroll in the academy, building a support
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network will be much easier. It brings plenty of advantages, but turning his head away with a sigh, it still feels like walking right into a trap. Maybe I should go out for a stroll. Thinking that a moment later, Esta stepped out of
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his room and shut the door behind him. Suddenly, someone spoke up, causing him to look over. Are you the one named Aster? The platinum-haired guy stood leaning against the wall, staring fixedly at Esta, while he silently assessed the guy in return. Platinum
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hair. Only Damian has the main bloodline, so he must be from a collateral branch. Why is this family always such a pain? After a few seconds, Estas spoke in a flat tone. Nope. What?
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The platinum-haired guy startled. You said, "Nope." Blankly rubbing his chin and thought, pale ash gray hair, eyes carrying a hint of annoyance. It's definitely you, right? In a split second, his whole body stiffened, a red cross popping up on his forehead. Look
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at this guy. The stout instinctively pointed at his own head. Hair color can change depending on the lighting. The very next second, he put on a sparkling lovely expression. Look into these eyes.
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How can you call them annoying? The platinum-haired guy curled his lip, appraising a sta with a critical gaze.
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Then he spun around. They looked gentle enough to me now. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm heading out. Right at that moment, Alfredo popped out of nowhere and wailed. Wait, young man. No, Aster. I've come to clear up the
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misunderstanding. Not being able to talk to you last night kept me tossing and turning all night. He knelt on the ground, crying incessantly. Even if he's a butler, there's no need to kneel until his kneecaps ripped like that. It was
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just a misunderstanding. The sta went blank, staring down at Alfredo, kneeling by his feet, before stiffly turning his gaze toward the departing platinum-haired guy. The guy had stopped at some point and was glaring daggers at a staff. Annoyed Est clicked his tongue,
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"Damn it!" followed by a shout from the platinum-haired guy. "Those eyes, I knew it, right? Those unlucky eyes, no different from a grim reapers, are not something you see every day." Helplessly, a sta admitted, "Fine, you caught me." As the guy angrily pointed a
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finger right at his face. Look at that. You dared to trick me, and you're still acting this shameless. Gritting his teeth, the platinum-haired guy threatened. Right then, he caught sight of Alfredo's knife sharp gaze. The platinum-haired guy instantly shut his
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mouth and looked away with a sour expression. Finally, he spun around and saved face. I'll let you off for today, but show up at the demon hall later. I'm going to fix that attitude of yours. To which a stack calmly replied, Sure
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thing. After he left, Alfredo asked gently, "Is something wrong?" With his eyes closed in a smile, he answered, "Nothing at all." Estelle let out a contemptuous huff with a smirk, "Actually, this is great timing since my mood isn't great anyway." Watching the
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platinum-haired guys retreating back, he muttered to himself, "I'll deal with him later." Next, a stag called out to Alfredo Headbutler with a slight probing smile, "Can I meet with the lady right now?" Not long after, as the sky grew
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brighter, still inside that same mansion. Gamma was holding a pen over a blank sheet of paper, "Welcome," asked her. Closing her eyes with a gentle smile, "So, you wanted to see me this early? Could it be you've made up your
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mind?" The moment Gamo looked up, Estair replied, "That's right, my lady." Standing strictly upright before her, he continued, "I will join the academy." Hearing that answer, Gamo couldn't help widening her eyes in surprise. She broke into a smile to mask her momentary
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composure. What a surprise. I didn't expect you to decide this fast. Estas smiled at her. All right, then we better get things ready right away. Gammo didn't forget to instruct him. In the meantime, make sure you get plenty of
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rest. To which Estee gave a slight bow and replied, "Thank you for your concern, madam." Shortly after, Esta's figure vanished from the room, accompanied by the sound of the door closing. But moments later, Alfredo suddenly peaked his head through the
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crack of the door. Stepping inside, he spoke softly, "Madam!" Thankfully, he agreed. The next second, Alfredo suddenly grew wildly excited, just as expected. That's the true spirit of youth. That burning passion in his eyes, I knew it. Meanwhile, Gamo gave him a
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dead pan fisheye stare as he put on his little show. Alfredo suddenly pointed forward with glowing eyes. The first semester is fine since I'll cover the tuition, but what about the second semester? He imagined the tuition notice and the worried look on A's face as he
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read it. A stray kid from the black and white district. How's he supposed to scrape together that massive tuition?
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He's going to feel anxious. And why? Because he'll want to keep learning even more. In Alfredo's imagination, he reached out a hand toward Esta. And right at that moment, Alfredo appeared with angelic wings and a mountain of gold coins. A saving hand shall appear.
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None other than sponsorship from yours truly, Alfred. At that point, Gamo finally couldn't take it anymore and snapped. Alfred, you're way too loud.
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Alfredo jumped in surprise. My apologies. I got a bit carried away. Since it's almost time for dinner, I'll head down to the kitchen first. Gammo silently watched him leave before closing the door. She let out a helpless sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. I
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get why Alfred is so hyped. He's been rejected so many times. He finally scored a win. Then Gamo abruptly opened her eyes, revealing a sharp, cold gaze.
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She thought to herself, "In that sense, this academy pitch is nothing more than a crude trick. But the reason Alfred is so confident." Gammo couldn't help shaking her head is probably because he was reeled in by the previous butler
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using the exact same routine. Meanwhile, a cheerful Alfredo was happily skipping down the hallway. Alfred, you poor, predictable old man. As for Esta, he was taking his time walking down the stairs.
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Suddenly, Esta raised his head to look forward. Standing before him now was a towering magical spire. This is the magic tower. That silver-haired branch family weirdo should be in here.
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Thinking that, Esta groped his way inside the tower. Out of nowhere, a figure completely wrapped in a hooded cloak appeared and asked, "What are you here for?" Esta hesitated before answering, thinking to himself, "Right, I don't even know his name." Left with
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no choice, Esta used his hands and descriptive words to paint a picture of the silver-haired guy's appearance. The hooded figure understood immediately and held out a hand. Right on time. I've been waiting for you. This way, please.
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He walked ahead to lead the way while letting out a massive yawn. Stopping in front of a door, he said, "You can go in from here." Before leaving, the cloaked guy offered a warning. Remember to duck your head when you open the door. Est
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slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the pitch black room. A mountain of paper and fine dust hit him square in the face in an instant. Aw, so that's what ducking your head meant. Estag couldn't help coughing fitfully when
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suddenly someone spoke up. You're aster. Holding a candle, Henzie stepped out leisurely. Pleased to meet you. In the candle light, Henzie flashed a demonic smile. I've got a bad feeling about this. You came looking for my younger brother. Hearing that, his staff froze
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in bewilderment. What? Younger brother? He thought to himself, "This guy is his older brother." Back on a certain evening, the past life protagonist knelt on one knee up high. If there's one thing I learned from infiltrating magic research institutes as a cleanup
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specialist, he cast a cold gaze downward. The target of his gaze was the courtyard of a certain compound. It's the defining trait of magic researchers.
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Desks piled high with paperwork. People looking utterly haggarded. What I generally call the paper pushers. A young man sat clutching his hair with a terrified expression. Stage one.
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Thinning hair because he keeps ripping it out in clumps until it refuses to grow back. He rubbed his chin in silent calculation divided into stages. A guy wearing a hooded robe. Stage two. Denial of baldness by pulling a cloak over his
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head. Another guy revealing a patchy bald spot. Stage three. Giving up and letting it all hang bare. Yet another guy with a completely slick hairless pate. Stage four, shaving off whatever scraps of hair are left. Finally, the guys frantically casting all sorts of
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spells in the ultimate stage. Stage five, researching to turn the impossible into the possible. Hair growth magic.
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Nobody's ever succeeded. Back in the present, Estelle looked at Henzy in front of him and evaluated, "This guy's different, though." Meanwhile, Henzy leisurely poured some tea and said, "First of all, let me offer my apologies." Henzi recounted calmly,
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"He's the youngest, born late into the family, so he was spoiled rotten, but I never expected him to be so impededly rude to a guest." Estas sat there dumbfounded, listening to every word.
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Henzy maintained a pleasant smile while Esta thought internally, "Damn, what a thick head of hair, and he's so young, too." Est suddenly spoke up. "You probably work at a magic research institute, right?" The guy admitted without a shred of hesitation. "Indeed,
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I'm currently the vice director. Please have some refreshments." Estelle lifted his teacup and took a sip, vice director at this age. Surely, a noble family like Blander would never hand out a position like that based purely on bloodline.
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That means his actual strength must be worthy of it. Henzie smiled as he suddenly noticed a stazz expression.
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Closing his eyes with a thoughtful air, Henzay remarked, "Aster, you're quite unusual. You don't look like a stray from the great district at all." Hearing that, Est could only force a dry laugh, "I guess so." While thinking to himself,
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"Damn it, it would have been way easier to deal with him if he'd walked in with his guard up." Instead, he's flashing this gentle smile. Esta watched Henzy drink his tea and marveled. His vibe actually matches mine. The guy suddenly
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spoke up. "Ah, you were invited to enroll at Zenian Academy, weren't you? Congratulations." The sty offered a prefuncter forced smile. Henzie started rambling again. Itll be a great opportunity with plenty to learn.
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Actually, I'm a Zenian alumnist myself, class of 145. Hearing that, Staff thought to himself, pulling the were schoolmates card out of nowhere like this. Henzy rubbed the back of his head with an awkward chuckle. My apologies. I just got carried away hearing about your
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enrollment at Zenian. Anyway, let's get straight to the point. Feeling suspicious, Esta heard him set the teacup down and continue. Before that, there's a matter I'd like to confirm.
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Giving a cold smile straight at Esta, he asked, "Are you ready to risk your life for a friend?" Esta frowned in confusion, "What?" Henzy suddenly cast a spell to summon a book. "The fate of the Blander family hangs by a thread. Are
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you prepared to sacrifice your life?" He set it down before Esta's astonished eyes. "I will hand this book over to you." Estag gasped internally in shock.
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"This is It was a thick tome wrapped in a glowing aura of magical energy, the core secret technique of the Blander family, the sacred grimmooire of luminous healing. At the same time, inside a certain botanical greenhouse.
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Gammo quietly pruned a bunch of newly bloomed flowers. Suddenly, her hand holding the shears froze midair. Gammo raised her head, looked up, and let out a sigh. She thought to herself, "Damn's enrollment, which used to give me such a
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headache, finally got sorted out without any mishaps. At least one worry off my shoulders." Outside in the deep blue sky, a flock of birds soared through the air. Asked her, "That kid is a real friend." Gammo suddenly recalled a staz
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demeanor from earlier. "Decent talent, good character. According to Alfred, he can be a bit reckless at times. No, let's call it bold. But who isn't at that age? She closed her eyes and wore a tender smile. What I like most is that
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the image of Damian happily hanging around Esta instantly flashed in her mind. Even though he clearly knows Damian's background, he maintains a consistent attitude without a hint of flattery. Gamo rolled her eyes and thought he's different, which makes him
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worth keeping around. But precisely because of that, a white bird soared toward the sky while its cage stood wide open. He won't belong anywhere, just like a free bird. She let out a sharp breath. There are many ways to keep
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someone by your side. I'll figure those methods out gradually. At that exact moment, Esta's bewildered face flashed in her mind. I can't let a talent like that slip away for Damian's future.
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Looking at the book in front of him, Estas still hadn't recovered from his shock, handing over the secret grimmooire of Blander just like that.
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Esta raised his eyes with a cold glare. What kind of scheme is he hiding? Yet, Henz's blue eyes remained as calm and tranquil as ever. Clear, pristine eyes, which was probably why. He still wore a gentle smile on his face. I can't read
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him at all. The staff frowned in annoyance whether someone's good or evil. Their emotions usually leak through their eyes, but this guy gives away nothing like a cold-blooded assassin. In other words, Henz's eyes curved into smiling crescent while a
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stack continued his deductions. He's wearing a mask so deep that he probably doesn't even know who he really is anymore. At that moment, Henzie spoke up. I'm not saying this for fun. Don't rush into giving an answer just because
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of the reward right in front of you. Estab retorted with a scornful smirk. I'll give you my answer. He muttered to himself internally. Now I get it. The annoyance is gone. Estee gave a faint smile and stated, "I refuse." His answer
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made the guy's eyes widen in surprise. Leaning back comfortably with crossed legs, Estee continued, "You and I crawled out of the exact same cesspool, so let's drop the act." "Fine, if you've got something to ask, spit it out." The
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stag crossed his arms over his chest with an arrogant posture. "If I feel like I can do it, I will. If not, forget it." By this time, Henzy had dropped the smile entirely. "Even just hearing this could get you killed. If you refuse
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after hearing it, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you." asked her. Estag glared back provocatively. Then go ahead and kill me. I've already died once. Could dying a second time really be any worse?
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The moment the words left his mouth, St rolled his eyes and re-evaluated. Wait, no. Technically, I'm the one who died twice, aren't I? The very next second, a violent gale suddenly whipped up. A surge of magical energy radiated from
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Henzi, sending the paperwork across the room, flying in every direction. The teacup on the table shook violently.
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Frowning deeply, Henzi unleashed a powerful wave of magic. He directed that magical pressure straight toward Esta, who was still sitting calmly in his chair. Yet suddenly Henzie burst out laughing. He reigned in his magic and scratched the back of his head. Man,
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you're impossible to phase after you pass the test. Pausing for a second, Henzie continued. I'll be straight with you. Actually, I need someone I can trust, but they absolutely cannot be from the Blander family. Hearing that, his staff frowned internally. At first,
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I was this close to throwing my absolute hardest punch. The guy smiled and expressed, "To be honest, I didn't expect much. Strays from the Grey District are usually just strays, and the young master is still too young.
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Probably lacks the eye to judge people." The images of Gamo and Damian flashed through his mind. But with Madam who loves the young master dearly, keeping a random stray around, I figured there had to be a reason. And right at that
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moment, the staff finished the thought for him. Your little brother went and picked a fight with a guest, right?
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Henzie fell silent for a moment before saying, asked her, "Pick one casual speech or formal. Choose one." The stair replied with mild indifference, "Fine, whatever works." Henzie gave a couple of awkward coughs. Anyway, it gave me a convenient excuse. Otherwise, if my
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brother picks a fight with you, the older brother calling you in for a chat sounds pretty reasonable, doesn't it?
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Estee raised an eyebrow in thought, sounds reasonable enough. But does the vice director of a magic research institute really need to use his younger brother as an excuse to summon someone?
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Something's not normal here. As if reading Estas doubts, Henzy continued, "Write, your suspicion is spot-on. It's very difficult for me to step forward openly myself. Don't misunderstand. It's not an internal family feud. The Blandor family is actually very tightly knit."
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He suddenly stopped, the smile completely vanishing from his lips. With a dead serious face, Henzy admitted, "It's just that I'm being monitored by the Declan family." Hearing that, Estab couldn't help reacting in disbelief.
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"What, Declan?" He asked bluntly, "Why?" The guy replied immediately. "You said you don't mind dying, so I'll tell you everything, though I have no intention of killing you." Hen's next words made Est's eyes widen in shock. "Actually, I'm currently researching Declan's
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neohavenly technique, but it looks like I've been found out." Then he chuckled as he explained, "You know about the heavenly technique, right? It's a secret art that only the Declan bloodline can learn. I happened to snatch it from one
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of their members, but Estee abruptly raised a hand to cut him off. Hold on.
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Estee glared at Henzy and probed, "A guy who should have been dead long ago. Why is he still alive? If Blander is researching it, naturally they'd research countermeasures to guard against it, too." Henseay smiled back and replied, "You really know your
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stuff." True, Declan was a bit careless. If I were only researching countermeasures, even I, as vice director, would have found a way to take them out by now. But you see, originally, I only intended to look into countermeasures. Yet the deeper I dug,
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the more I realized something else. Finishing his sentence, he narrowed his eyes. Didn't you notice? The face of Farnen alongside the magical grimmoire suddenly flashed in his mind. The heavenly technique, which was considered the root of all Declan techniques.
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Hensey grew so excited he grabbed the collar of his shirt. There could still be supplementary methods to make an already seemingly perfect technique even more perfect. He stated, "Frankly, I couldn't stop myself. Aster, you must understand how I feel, right?"
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Meanwhile, Estas stared blankly without uttering a single word. Jesus Christ. This guy isn't just normally crazy. He's severely hardcore insane. The guy emphasized every single syllable. You understand my feeling, don't you?
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Aster's mind spun with doubt. This guy isn't just your average madman. He's actually researching that stuff right inside his own family. Still missing the core reason. Wait, if the timeline lines up perfectly in my past life, when the
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Declan family wiped out the Blander clan, the whole thing revolved around Henz's research into the heavenly technique, the neo-heavenly technique itself. Estair recalled what little he knew for. That bastard bet the entire fate of Declan just to crush Blander
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over this. He finally grasped the underlying truth from the very beginning. That right from the start, the old man had seen the potential in the neoheavenly technique. Stab began connecting the dots. Is that the reason he's so insanely powerful because right
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in the middle of his thoughts, a voice called out, Aster. He snapped back to attention, raising his head. Henzy asked with a suspicious tone, "Are you regretting this? Granted, it requires a massive scale." Estee scratched his head in tired confusion. Whatever. Never mind
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that. Why'd you call me here? Henzy brought up his own problem. First of all, I haven't reported my research on the heavenly technique to the family.
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Hearing that instead deduced, "Looks like the Blander family planted a spice somewhere, but he can't sniff them out." Narrowing his eyes, a stag cut straight to the chase, "If the secret leaked, wouldn't you suspect someone like your secretary, for instance?" Henzi took a
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sip of tea and asserted firmly, "Probably not. To be precise, it has a lot to do with the intelligence gathering roots." Stack continued piecing the situation together. If you trace the intelligence routes, someone must have intentionally leaked the
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security plan. Henzy shared the exact same thought. Exactly. The moment I realized my trail was exposed, I threw together a counter security plan to deal with it. I don't intend to die, you know. Estee gave a sarcastic smirk and
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offered an alternative. Wouldn't it be way easier to just side with Declan? They definitely welcome you. Estack calmly confirmed. Well, let's just say I have personal reasons. Then Henzy stated his request. Anyway, asked her, "Since you aren't directly tied to the family,
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I need you to handle this in secret." He let a stack of documents float over, "Actually, this research is a joint project, but the part I'm responsible for isn't progressing well." Henzi held them up and asserted, "I'll make sure
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you're handsomely rewarded." He then pushed the documents forward with instructions. Deliver this thesis to Professor Farun at Zenian Academy.
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Attached to Henzie's condition was, "After that, I'll hand over the luminous healing technique to you." Estas smirked in satisfaction. This is my chance. He immediately nodded in agreement. Fine.
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Est stepped closer and piled on another demand. I accept the luminous healing technique, but I also want the complete neo-heavenly technique later on. That's the only way we'll truly be allies in the same boat, right? Let's double down
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on this gamble. Henzy sounded utterly exasperated, asked her, "You really have no shame." The stab pushed forward directly. Just say yes or no. If not, I'm walking. Finally, the guy caved, "Fine, the neo-heavenly technique. The name doesn't matter. Without learning
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the baseline heavenly technique first, it's useless to you anyway, but I'll give you the complete version later." Henzie ran a hand through his hair and added, "However, I do have one condition." Anticipating it, he said, "Until this thesis is finalized, I might
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need your help, Aster. I expect you to lend a hand when that time comes. Since we're in the same boat, you can at least manage that much, right?" Estair agreed without hesitation. That's no problem at all. If it's related to the thesis, I'll
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help out. By the way, I can't read. Esta then accepted the stack of documents.
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But Henzy suddenly spoke up. "Just kidding. Not only are you shameless, but your jokes are dry as hell." At that point, Esta asked a burning question.
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"So, is this professor far untrustworthy?" Henzie boasted with utter smuggness. Ever since our student days through our time as teaching assistants, he and I always fought for first and second place. Too bad the competition ended when I came back to
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the Blander family. Esta thought to himself, "Anyway, I'm always the superior one. Or is that just my imagination?" Feeling deeply irritated right then, Esta thought, "Professor Farun, this world is truly doomed. The academyy's got another lunatic like this." In the moonlight shining over the
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castle, books and letters were scattered everywhere. Esta glared at the mess in annoyance. He shoved everything into a spatial pouch to avoid getting caught.
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But why did he have to bring so damn much? Suddenly his attention was caught by a single letter. Esta opened it to read the contents inside to my dear friend Aster. He narrowed his eyes in contempt. Dear friend my ass. The person
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trusted Esta immensely. I have selected the necessary magic books that you must master for the future and I've written the study order below. Study diligently to cultivate wisdom worthy of your stature. The end of the letter was clearly signed. Your friend Henzy von
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Blando prompting a stat to exclaim that this really was a good gift. Afterward, he picked up a book. In his mind, Estab couldn't help admiring him, arranging an entire curriculum from basics to advanced magic. He's truly a genius and
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a madman as well. Then he broke into an amused pleas. The stab placed the paper and pinned down hard on the table. He scrolled down a few lines, sponsorship list, Heny von Blando. He turned to look at the stack of books and calculated
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carefully. Let's see. Aside from the treatise on radiant healing in the Neoenesis treatise, there are about 132 books left. Placing the holy book of radiant healing in the tower for everyone to see is a different matter.
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I'll have to discuss it with Damian later. Remembering this, Estan nodded with satisfaction. You could call that a friend's privilege. Only then did he glance down and realize those 132 books Henzy gave me aren't just 132 ordinary books. They form a single cohesive
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system. The style understood the mechanics very well. If that system exists, anyone wanting to learn magic can build a solid foundation. He had prepared another plan. Yes, before I only thought about storing books in the tower, but now it's different. In an
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ancient tower at night, it will become the defining identity of the tower, a place that grants knowledge to those who crave it. Esta eagerly awaited the results and unexpected harvest. Henzy was standing by the window, thinking, "Initially, if he was useful, I planned
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to pass the treatise to him, and if not, I'd use him and throw him away." He pulled back the curtains and admitted, but asked her he turned out to be an interesting guy. Henzie wore a strange, amused smile. Furthermore, he recalled a
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stazz expression, "Kill me. Dying once or twice makes no difference." Henzie clutched his stomach and burst into roaring laughter. kill him. Does he really want me to kill him? That was just a threat to test him. But come to
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think of it, I have no reason not to kill him either. At this point, he grew somewhat more vigilant. But that look in his eyes, he wasn't just talking big. He genuinely didn't care about dying. The more hens he thought about it, the more
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interesting it got. Quite different from those pigs. Really fascinating. He valued a st highly at this moment. Sure, he's hiding a lot, but isn't that even better? I found an ally who can stand beside me and look in the same
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direction. Plus, he's craving my research results. What a refreshing feeling. Importantly, one issue crossed his mind, but does he seriously not know how to read? Henzy still looked full of skepticism. No way. Absolutely impossible. Sunlight streamed through the castles. Esta was rolling up his
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sleeves in preparation. A large bag appeared in the corner. An announcement came through. Lord Aster, it's time to depart. A suitcase was carried out overhead. The girl stepped forward to brief him briefly. Upon reaching the academy, there will be some simple
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paperwork. By the way, both the young master and Lord Aster are exempt from the entrance exams. She turned around.
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Her face broke into a smile. A complimentary remark followed. "Even so, you really look like a true academy student now. It suits you very well." He nodded in thanks, and she took the lead, ordering, "Let's go." Est's mind was a
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mess of thoughts. "Exam exemption. Truly a prestigious family, just like direct admission, though I'm certainly not going to complain about being excused from tests." Suddenly, a call rang out, "Friend." Damen was waving excitedly.
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"Hurry up. Come on." Gammo offered a few parting words. "Damian, feel free to be yourself," asked her, and he nodded obediently in response. Yes. She offered a sincere prayer. This is a major opportunity. I truly hope you achieve
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good results. Aster flashed a smile. Thank you. Then he gradually walked away. The result I want. Of course, that's part of my plan. He had set a target for himself. The greatest academy in the eastern continent, Zenian.
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Countless patrons were waiting for him there, and he would seize them all. At that moment, Esta was filled with anticipation. Just you wait, you idiots.
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Wait, no, fellow students. Here I come. The carriage slowly began to roll along the dusty dirt road. Inside the carriage compartment, Damen's eyes glowed with childlike excitement, glued to the window, looking outside, whereas Estam maintained his usual calm demeanor. He
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gently folded the book in his hand. I see. Esta's eyes flashed with deep thought. Henzy is truly an exceptional mage. The basic principles of magic are simple, but their interpretations are endless. He visualized in his mind, taking water as an example. To one
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person, it is the water of life, the beginning of growth. But to another, it is the water of disaster, like floods sweeping everything away. In short, everything differs solely based on perspective. Even with the same principles, noble families develop them
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differently according to their own viewpoints. Now, after reading through all the grimoirs in the subspace, Estat could clearly sense it, leading him to deduce one thing. Henz curriculum had a connection to the Declan family's neoenesis technique. At that moment,
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Damian's voice broke a stout out of his train of thought. Hey, friend, look over here. With a beaming, radiant face, he said, "We've arrived." Before them, the Zenian Academy loomed majestically against the pale blue sky. Its massive city gates carved with a dignified crest
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and ivory white walls stretching out with a touch of classical elegance. The carriage continued to race along the paved stone road, leaving a trailing cloud of dust behind. Estelle looked out with only a flicker of surprise. So this
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is Zenian Academy. Lansancy sitting beside him finally spoke up. The carriage only takes us this far.
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According to the teachings of the great sage, the first headmaster, all students must walk during the entrance ceremony, regardless of status. She smiled and offered a blessing. We must part ways here. I hope you have a wonderful entrance ceremony and managed to glean
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valuable lessons. After dropping the two of them off, the carriage turned back and Damen cheerfully waved goodbye.
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Suddenly, he tightly grabbed Esta's arm and urged, "Friend, we have to hurry." Damen was full of eagerness. Lance said, "If we're late, there might not be any seats left." Leaving Esta with his head full of question marks. Before he could
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make sense of it, he was dragged along by the kid. "What the hell? An entrance ceremony isn't some village theater where the early bird gets the front row." Suddenly, Esta remembered something. Wait, did Lance actually say that? She must have just made up an
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excuse to keep Damian from doawling. Finally, he decided to let it go. Oh well, I'll overlook it this time. She might be blunt, but she's not shameless.
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Definitely not because it's more convenient this way. Nope. Inside the hall where the opening ceremony was taking place, the surroundings were filled with bustling, lively noise.
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Other students had already taken their seats, chirping away in conversation and starting to get acquainted. Sunlight streamed through the glass windows, spreading across the space and reflecting off the podium placed right in the center of the room, surrounded by
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rows of seats arranged in a teiered layout, creating a solemn and orderly scene. Damen's eyes went wide as he looked around, exclaiming in awe, "There are so many people." He gazed all over with eyes sparkling like a child's,
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completely unaware that the corners of his mouth were watering with excitement. Lance was right. If we were late, there wouldn't have been any seats left. The stack clutched his head in utter helplessness. No, that's not it at all.
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He reached into his pants pocket to rumaged around for something. Then he pulled out a piece of paper, read it under his breath, and looked around.
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Let's see. Class M3, seats 11 and 12. While he was still searching for their seats, Damen nervously stepped forward, and asked, "Hey, friend, can we sit over there? If we don't grab our seats right now, I'm afraid they'll all be taken."
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To which a stack calmly reassured him, "Hold on." A wave of distress washed over his heart. Good grief, weren't you the one kicking and screaming about not wanting to enroll earlier? Why are you so hyped up now? Suddenly, Damen wasn't
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paying attention and bumped straight into someone, tumbling flat onto the floor. He looked up with a puzzled expression. In front of him, a massive towering student stood menacingly, glaring down with a pitch black expression. Glaring furiously, the guy
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spoke in an annoyed tone, "What the hell is this?" Estess stepped forward to help Damen up. "You okay?" The kid foolishly scratched his head and smiled brightly, "I'm fine." After standing up, Damen turned to walk away while waving his
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hand. An apologetic smile plastered across his face. "I just bumped into you out of nowhere. Sorry." Before he could take a few steps, the student who had just been bumped into called out in a deep voice, "Hold it." Raising his
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soiled arm, he challenged, "You, what the hell did you just smear on my clothes?" Estelle looked at that wet stain and found it awfully familiar.
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Saliva sounds like some noble family's brat knowing the situation Damen is about to. Just as that thought crossed his mind, Damen eagerly stepped forward, licked a bit of saliva onto his hand, and bent down to scrub away the stain on
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the students backhand. "Sorry, let me clean that for you." He continued enthusiastically, speaking with the pride of someone showing off an achievement. there. The more I scrub, the shinier it gets. I'll clean it until it's even brighter. The massive students
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face grew darker by the second, his jaw twitching violently from anger, taking in that expression as could only sigh internally. A fight is about to break out. Anger reaching its absolute peak, the guy swung a powerful fist straight
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toward Damian and roared, "Let go of me, you idiot." The student gritted his teeth and spat out each word, "Hey, freshman, I think you've got it all wrong." The punch that was supposed to hit Damen was intercepted when another
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hand suddenly reached out to block it. It turned out a sta had stepped in just in time to catch that fist. Let's stop it right here. The students face darkened as he forced down the surging rage. Who the hell are you? He parted
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his lips slightly to say, "I am." But Damen chimed in eagerly, "My friend," prompting a stat to follow up. "Right, a friend." The guy yanked his hand out of a stad's grip with a sneer. His friend, huh, "What a good friend. Rare to see
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someone take a hit for their pal, but today you're going to regret that choice." He let out a soft sigh. Looks like getting along peacefully with classmates on day one is out of the question. The stare rubbed the back of
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his neck and accepted reality. Fine then, if you don't want to talk things out nicely, I get it. The commotion quickly drew attention. What's going on?
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Looks like a fight. A group of onlookers gathered around to gossip. Who's that guy? The big guy looks like he has dollamp family blood. While I've never seen the other two before, they weighed the power dynamics and height
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differences between the three to hazard a guess. Who do you think will win? Probably the doll amp guy. I heard their new kid is terrifyingly strong. Someone suddenly cut in with a louder voice.
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Hey, are you guys kidding me? He questioned them. There's a fight happening and you're just standing there watching. Another person timidly asked, "Should we break it up?" To which a third student agreed, "Yeah, before things get completely out of hand." But
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the person who had interrupted pointed outward, "Break it up, then how are they supposed to fight?" He gestured for the others to clear the way, make some room.
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That gay-haired guy is a mage. Let's put up a barrier around them. Instantly, the surrounding students cast spells, mana flaring brilliantly. In the blink of an eye, a luminous barrier enveloped the entire area with magical runes spinning and floating in the air. A large crowd
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gathered around to cheer. Hickster, go for it. I'm betting three snack coupons on you. I'll bet two. I bet three. You idiots. Betting on the underdog is where the real value is. In a corner where no one was paying attention, a student
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quietly stood with his arms crossed, watching. The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a knowing, enigmatic smile. Inside the barrier, the dollamp student aggressively slammed his fists together and introduced himself. I'm Hickster, second son of the Dollamp
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family. He lowered his stance, a fierce aura of mana radiating across his body as he locked a sharp gaze onto a stand.
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Damian, what's your name? He simply and calmly loosened his tie and replied, "I don't have a noble bloodline like yours.
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Just think of me as a passer by." Hearing that, Hickster let out a contemptuous sneer. Not a noble. Doesn't matter. You're a mage, and a cramped space like this must be a disadvantage for you. So, I'll graciously let you
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make the first move. His voice rang out with provocation. Come on. Initially, a staff felt a brief surge of surprise before the corners of his lips curved upward. This guy sure talks a lot. The dad decisively ripped off his tie and
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challenged. Said, "You didn't want to talk, yet you're still blabbering on, what are you scared?" "Those words were like pouring oil on fire." Hickster shook with rage. He stomped hard onto the floor and lunged forward, cursing under his breath. "You bastard."
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Hickster's sprint ripped through the air like a blade, closing in on a st in an instant. Yet, he remained utterly composed. The guy threw a powerful punch, but with nimble agility. A tilted his body and dodged the strike in the
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blink of an eye. Hickster grew even more furious, veins bulging on his face. But before he could react, Esta's voice drawled slowly, "There's one more thing I forgot to tell you." Right after that, he lowered his stance and clenched his
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fist tightly, Mona gathering intensely as he emphasized, "Not one person, but two." With that, a decisive punch smashed straight into Hickster's face, making him spit blood. Hickster's massive frame reeled backward before crashing to the ground. Estelle lunged forward to deliver a crushing punch,
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while Hickster observed and assessed, discovering that Damen was standing outside and contributing to the fight.
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Not one person, but two. Though I'm ready to take a hit from that mage.
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Taking a punch to the face, Hickster sputtered a spray of blood. With terrifying speed, a staff followed up with another blow. Hickster struggled to steady his footing on the floor, panicking internally. "What the hell?" Gritting his teeth, he tried to swallow
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down the bone deep agony as sweat began to pour. "Why do his punches hurt this much? This asshole?" A stream of turquoise shock wave wrapped around a stab, radiating an overwhelming pressure. Feeling his opponent's speed and attack power, Hickster was overcome
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with utter disbelief. Is he seriously a mage? Hickster cast a shocked sideways glance at Damian healing magic. Damian was standing outside pointing his palm toward Hickster and continuously channeling energy to heal him while Hickster tried to regain his composure
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and adjust his stance. Stout wore a completely relaxed smile, bringing his hands up in front of him to form a glowing spherical orb while Hickster remained torn between the pain and confusion. But why? Staring daggers at Damian, a fleeting thought crossed his
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mind. Figures highborn signs really are something else. Seizing the opportunity, Estad dashed forward at blinding speed to attack while mocking him. You're taking heavy hits, and you still have the guts to look away. Hickster could feel that Damian had just poured a rich
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wave of restorative energy into him, but he barely had enough time to raise his arms to block Est's relentless onslaught, completely trapped in a passive defensive state. Seeing Hickter's surprisingly nimble evasion reflexes, Estas smirked, "Not bad." While Hickster inwardly growled in
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frustration, "A guy beating the living daylights out of me." while glancing at Damian with a disdainful look and that other guy healing me. The stag kept up his frantic assault, turning Hickster into a moving punching bag as the latter
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cursed mentally. This lunatic my heart is pounding like crazy. I wish I could just take one hit and pass out already.
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After a dizzying flurry, Hickster finally caught a brief breather. His rolled back pupils deated, his body trembling uncontrollably as doubt filled his eyes. Am I actually scared? Outside, the crowd cheered and yelled in a frenzy. Hickster, what are you doing?
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Don't hold back on him. Though Hickster could feel the overwhelming pressure of his opponent better than anyone, his face turning pale. Their expressions were full of excitement. The saint of the Dalamp family, the star of the Eastern Continent, the hope of all
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brawlers. They cheered recklessly. We believe in you. You've been messing around with these guys for too long.
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Just finish them already. Those words sounded like pure insults to Hickster's ears. And he ground his teeth fiercely.
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How dare you? Fury rushed to Hickster's face, twisting it into a savage expression as bloodshot veins bulged in his eyes, and he roared. A mediocre mage like you dares to. He lunged forward with all his might like a wounded beast,
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but a stam merely hopped back a single step, dodging completely and taking zero damage. The stag glanced down at Hickster mid-charge. Not bad. Hickster seemed to lose his mind, completely snapping as he lunged again and screamed, "Don't." Gritting out every
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single word. He snarled, "Look down on me." A punch aimed straight at a stab blasted him flying backward. Outside, tears immediately erupted, "That's our hickster." Even so, Hickster gritted his teeth and stared down at his own hand with a puzzled look on his face. Feeling
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the impact from the punch and knowing it was a direct hit. He clenched his fist tight, not daring to relax as deep confusion filled his mind. Why did it feel so light? Aad did a single flip and landed firmly on his feet. He brushed
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off his jacket as if nothing had happened, casting an indifferent glance down at his outfit. You got my clothes dusty. Seeing that, Hickster froze for a moment. Then a look of utter fury twisted his face as he shrieked. He
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charged forward to attack like a bolt of lightning. Estas stood there completely calm. With both hands tucked into his pockets, he glanced sideways at Damian and calculated silently. Damen keeps healing that guy over and over. To finish this, I need to knock him out
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cold in one hit. Meanwhile, Damian was enthusiastically and quite warmly healing the guy. Closing his eyes, a store sensed the surrounding mana flows.
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Let's see. This technique should do. Sparks of turquoise lightning crackled across his palm, accumulating energy, a technique he had co-created with his comrade in his past life. Opening his focused eyes slowly, he stared coldly as he harnessed the energy generated from
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colliding mana particles. Locking his target onto Hickster, he thought using mana, but it's neither martial arts nor pure magic. Instead, dashed forward, funneling all his power straight into his palm. A pure technique utilizing nothing but the properties of mana. He
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unleashed the final blow with a roaring rumble of thunder, catching Hickster completely offguard. The cheering crowd around them was also buffeted by the shockwave of the punch. Crying out in panic, a spectator tried to squint through the dust to see what was
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happening. What the hell? Through the smoke and debris, only Hickster remained standing motionless. A pair of nimble feet touched down lightly on the ground.
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The staff flickered like a phantom. The crowd stood frozen in astonishment. The entire scene fell dead silent, a single arm thrust upward forcefully, the hand clenching into a tight fist like a declaration of victory. It was a stab.
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The last man standing after the decisive blow, letting out a cold, faint snort. Staring down the speechless crowd, he issued an arrogant command. Start cheering, you bunch of losers.
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Instantly, cheers erupted like an earthquake with overwhelming excitement. So cool. Is he really a mage? He actually pulled it off. He pulled it off, you bastards. This is the moment the underdog wins. Suddenly, a sweet voice called out from behind him, my
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friend. Damian rushed over to celebrate, smiling with beaming pride. We won. As a Stan nodded and ruffled his hair, "Yeah." He teased with a smile. So from now on, stop sucking your thumb. Okay.
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The group over there watched the two celebrating with complicated expressions. One guy crossed his arms and sneered. Who would have thought a mage would fight like that? Right at that moment, an annoyed voice suddenly piped up from behind. So vulgar.
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Shouting broke out. Get out of here. Clear out, you bunch of thugs. The newly arrived man bellowed. Why is the entrance ceremony sounding like a busted market? Darting his eyes left and right, the man continued scolding. Was it you?
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Or was it you? If you don't clear out right now, I'm arresting the lot of you.
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While a staff frowned inwardly, I'm in trouble. He glanced back at the noisy commotion with a sense of resignation.
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Oh well, whatever. At least I'm a cleanup specialist. Stat tried to keep as quiet as possible, knowing there were plenty of ways to run away. And since everyone was riled up, they wouldn't forget this easily until he looked over
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at Damian, who was waving his arms and shouting at the top of his lungs, pointing right at them. It wasn't them, it was us. It was us. Right here, right over here. The staff squeezed his eyes shut in utter helplessness. Damen's
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words instantly drew everyone's attention as the furious man barked. So it was you little thugs. To which Damen cheerfully admitted without the slightest intent to run, "Yep, that's us." drawing the man's attention straight ahead to Hickster lying unconscious on the floor. From inside a
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closed room, a stern voice echoed, "Damn, master staff." The store stood straight, his face slightly depressed by the mess he had just caused, while Damen showed uncontainable excitement. "Yes, yes." The man sat at his desk with a serious expression. Both of you
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confessed honestly, so I'll let it slide this time without docking points, especially since the opponent doesn't seem severely injured. Still, he didn't forget to narrow his eyes in warning.
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I'll be keeping a close eye on you from now on. Hearing that, Esta instantly let out a sigh of relief, his back straightening up. The school courtyard felt quiet at the moment with sunlight filtering through the cool, leafy canopy
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of the ancient trees. Estab pushed the door open and stepped outside, taking a deep breath. Thank God the entrance ceremony hasn't started yet. Murmurss immediately broke out around him. Is that him? He beat a martial artist with a physique like that? What kind of magic
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system even fights like that? With his naturally restless personality, Damen immediately waved back, "Everyone's looking at us." while a stack kept a frozen dead pan expression and thought, "Damn it, I'm standing out way too much.
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Stop waving your hand, you little menace." A group of three students quickly walked over to catch their attention, one of them speaking up. "Ah, there they are." Damen wore an innocent, excited expression. "Looks like they saved seats for us, my friend. Our
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schoolmates are just the best." To which Estee gave a prefuncter reply, "Yeah, sure they are." At that moment, the shiny bald forehead and silver hair of the headmaster came into view as his voice rang out. Now then, with a serious
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expression, the headmaster began his speech, continuing the teachings of our founding sage, our academy shall. The long speech droned on, mostly drowned out by the noise from below, so only muffled words like, "Further," and in could be heard, while Damen giggled
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away, and a stam maintained his usual cool front, thinking, "The headmasters got some serious stamina to stand up there giving a speech for this long." Suddenly, he noticed Damen's condition beside him. The kid had closed his eyes, his head bobbing up and down as he dozed
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off soundly, prompting a stat to let out a sight. This guy really grabbing Damen's hand, he wiped the drool from the kid's mouth. Quit drooling for God's sake. Suddenly, a voice called out, "Headmaster, you requested elsewhere for a moment, leaving the headmaster
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slightly stunned. Is there really a schedule more important than the entrance ceremony?" The person leaned in to whisper something into the headmaster's ear. The headmaster's expression shifted as he instantly cleared his throat. Speaking into the mic, he said, "My apologies, everyone.
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An emergency popped up that I must attend to immediately. The speech concludes here, and the ceremony will continue." With a wave of his hand, he hurried off. Right after that, a long-haired girl stepped forward. She walked with her hands on her hips,
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radiating intense pressure, sweeping her gaze across the auditorium as if hunting down someone who had committed a heinous crime. She barked, "Everyone pay attention." The shout was so fierce, even the teachers sitting nearby shivered in terror. The students were no
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exception. Even the guy who had been trying to restore order earlier fell completely silent. Maintaining her intimidating aura, she introduced herself. "I am Gerata." On behalf of the headmaster, due to an unexpected schedule conflict preventing him from finishing his speech, I will be
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overseeing the rest of the entrance ceremony. Her voice echoed throughout the hall, we will now begin with the freshman oath. First up, representing Dalia to deny magic, followed by a soft reply from the front row. Yes. Gerorado blurted out in surprise. What's this?
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Someone from the deny family actually has to take the entrance exam. Was their talent not enough? The bold girl stepped forward as murmurss rippled through the crowd below. Use your head. She's the third daughter of the family head. If
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her talent wasn't enough, would Deny ever let her take the entrance exam? Estas stared at the girl and frowned, "Dall you to deny?" He silently assessed, "If the Declan family is the premier magical house of the east, Deny
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ranks right next to them among the noble magical families." He recalled an event from his past life where Dalia had grown up in Deny, the eternal runnerup, and eventually became a future representative mage for her family with quite decent abilities. When he quit his
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job as a cleanup specialist, she had helped out quite a bit. Given their past relationship wasn't bad, the store touched his chin with a smile, feeling a hint of amusement. Though calling each other benefactors is a stretch. Fremies
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is probably closer. Either way, it's great news that Dalia's enrolling this term. Gerarda called out the next name.
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Next, representing the martial arts department, Paulo stepped forward. The young man answered instantly with a firm voice, "Yes." Standing in the back, St.
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silently evaluated, "The martial arts department doesn't call out family names. Looks like he's not from a noble or prominent background." Then again, that hickster guy or whatever his name was came from a noble family, and look where that got him. I wonder how pissed
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the nobles are right now. Once Paulo stepped up, Gerata announced, "That concludes the oath ceremony." She continued her introduction. Moving on, allow me to introduce the professors who will be in charge of the upcoming 172nd batch. Will the professors please step
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forward one by one first? Dalia intently stared in a specific direction. Estas sensed someone staring right at him, thinking, "What's this? Just a feeling?" He couldn't help feeling suspicious.
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It's like our eyes just locked. but he immediately brushed it off. Whatever. That's not important. Dalia was slowly walking down the stairs, perhaps too distracted by looking elsewhere. When she suddenly tripped and let out a startled gasp that didn't seem to
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distract Est's train of thought as he stroked his chin in deep reflection, I heard Professor Paron is supposed to be here. Looking at the professor standing on the podium, a staff felt impatient.
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When is this guy going to step out? The other professors took turns giving speeches. Finally, the person he had been waiting for appeared. An authoritative voice rang out, plead to meet you. I am paran in charge of the
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basic principles of magical theory. The staff frowned in assessment. I thought his vibe would be similar to Henes, but he's completely different. Looking at the man before him, he thought, even so, Henge is a man of character who wears an
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excellent social mask. Better not jump to conclusions. Next, Gerata stepped up to speak. With that, the professor introductions conclude. The entrance ceremony is officially adjourned.
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Estelle looked back at Damian, who still hadn't woken up as Gerata's voice practically acted as a lullaby. Please follow your dormatory guides to your assigned rooms. He tapped the kid's shoulder to wake him up. Wake up. Damen wiped drool from his mouth in a daysaze.
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Is it over? With a straight face, Estelle eyed without blinking. Nope. You got caught sleeping, so you got expelled. Let's head home. Damen's eyes went wide with pure panic. A horrific vision instantly flashed through his head. Sheer terror plastered across his
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face. By now, dusk was gradually settling in, painting the rooftops in warm golden sunlight. The staff strolled leisurely down the hallway, looking for his dorm room, thinking helplessly. That Damian guy freaked out just from a little joke like that. He stopped in
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front of a door, staring at the quiet door before him, he wondered, "Is this it?" A stare reluctantly pushed the door open and stepped inside. Why is it all the way on the top floor? Looking at the interior decoration he praised. As
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expected of an academy, it's really nice. He admired a corner of the desk. Are these daily necessities? I guess they hand out matching sets, so the whole academy uses the same stuff.
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Walking over, he picked up a green notebook. Opening the wardrobe revealed rows of hangers. Est picked up a coat hanging inside and thought, "Because even a tiny accessory can give away your background. though everyone's going to buy their own personal stuff eventually
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anyway. As he pushed the door open to step out, he ran into someone. Estair recalled, "My roommate, sounds like his name is Paulo, but his gaze doesn't look very friendly." Closing his eyes coldly, Paulo stated, "Try to keep as quiet as
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possible." Lugging a suitcase, his face completely devoid of emotion, he continued. "How you arrange your luggage or set up your things is none of my concern." He kept spitting out isolating demands. Staying up late is fine, but let's not interfere with each other.
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Naturally, that goes for chatting after hours, too. Seeing Esta didn't answer, Paulo opened his eyes, staring straight at him with a threatening glare. I asked if you heard me. Est's eyes flashed with indifference as he calmly stared back at
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the guy. Look at this guy. Seeing him stay silent, Paulo grew even more annoyed, snapping, why aren't you answering? While Estelle was busy digging through his memory, I heard he's the top student of the martial arts department. Wonder how strong he
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actually is. Thinking that, he suddenly leaned forward and bolted right up to the guy's face. Paulo instinctively reacted with high alert, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword as he took a defensive stance. What the hell are you playing at? At that moment,
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Estas stopped and glanced down. Not bad. Observing the guy's hand movements, he silently praised, holding a sword, but still showing restraint, holding back so he doesn't hurt anyone. Not bad at all.
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Right on Q, Damen's voice rang out from outside. My friend, hurry up and come out. The staff flashed a smug smirk.
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What am I playing at? Just getting ready to head out. He brushed past Paulo, reaching out to pat the guy's shoulder lightly. Suit yourself, but in exchange.
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Estelle looked back with a bright yet mischievous grin. Don't complain if I start singing past midnight. Got it.
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Stepping outside, an energetic Damian scampered over, "My friend." He eagerly asked right away, "Who's your roommate?" To which Esta replied unenthusiastically, "Paulo?" Damen sat there blankly for a few seconds, murmuring, "Pollo, never heard of him?" Leaving a dad to mentally chew him out
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in silence. "Of course you haven't. You were sleeping like a dead man." The kid excitedly raised his hand to pitch an idea. "Anyway, let's go to the academy." Lance said, "There's tons of stuff to see here, and we absolutely have to go
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on the first day." "Oh, and she told me I have to go with a friend, too." Hearing that, Estab briefly waited in his mind, checking out how much cool stuff there is. Doesn't sound bad.
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Before pulling a smirk, "Let's go." The two walked side by side, taking a stroll around the campus. The atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious, one conversation flowing endlessly into the next. The sunset died the sky a warm amber, casting a soft, peaceful glow
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over the entire scenery. Stopping for a moment on a bridge, Damen gasped excitedly, "Look, a lake! A water lake!
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We don't have one of these back home." While Estee looked like he was already getting exhausted by his friend's boundless enthusiasm, in front of the two of them lay a crystal clear lake with tiny ripples dancing back and
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forth. Est felt exhausted, seriously tiring. Feels like babysitting a kid. I guess that's why Lansancy paired me up with him. But who am I, a petty guy who pays back every single annoyance? He suddenly muttered, "Well, just make them
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build one then." Leaving Damian blinking in utter confusion. Must smiled and explained, "Just got to dig a hole and pour water in. Simple as that." Instantly, Damen's eyes lit up like stars, shouting eagerly, "That's right.
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Tell them to build it wider, bigger than this lake. Back at the estate, Lance was washing dishes when she suddenly let out a massive sneeze. After coming up with the idea, Damen fell into serious thought. What's a cool name for the
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lake? Stat chuckled softly, casually tossing out a name. The lake of bloody tears. The moment the name left his lips, Damen's face lit up, slapping his hands together, done locked in. This time, back at the mansion, Lance shuddered once more as an ominous
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premonition washed over her like a tidal wave. Damen continued wandering around, excitedly pointing and gesturing, "Look at that statue over there. It's so gorgeous." Glancing at it before casually suggesting, "Tell them to make one just like it. Let's call it Blood
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Tear statue, too." Without even a second of hesitation, he replied, "Deal." And with that, Estab began rattling off endlessly, talking with sweeping gestures like an artistic director.
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Carve a dragon this time. Make every single scale delicate so it actually looks good. And the more Damen listened, the more thrilled he became, nodding furiously, "Absolute perfection, a true masterpiece." Lancy's face turned pale green, her entire body breaking out in a
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cold sweat as the back of her neck prickled repeatedly. What? What is this? Why is there such a chilling draft down my spine? After a leisurely stroll, a staff finally asked, "Well, we've walked around enough time to head back." And
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Damen cheerfully agreed. He gave a slight nod, but his gaze gradually grew heavy. Let's see. The scavenger has spotted about seven of them. Counting the ones not yet accounted for makes it around 10, and estimating their primary distribution. The center is Est's eyes
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stopped at the magic studies building number two. A towering and massive structure racking his memory. Magic studies building number two is the one with professor paron's research lab. He thought with a dawning realization. So the target really is professor Pun. Deep
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down as began to calculate, Declan must have realized Henzy has an accomplice. So now it's reached the stage of suspecting Pun who has close ties with him. His gaze flicked toward one direction where a figure was stealthily observing them from the bushes. The
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corners of a sta's mouth twitched upward in a thin sarcastic smirk as a sense of excitement surged like an undercurrent.
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I was wondering why they hadn't tailed us yet. Perfect timing for stakeout. Let's see just how much information those guys have managed to gather. On a certain gloomy evening, a heavy darkness blanketed the academy grounds. A solitary lampost cast a pale yellow
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light, flickering weakly in the desolate wind. Suddenly, a dark figure sprinted swiftly across the rooftops, moving with such agile fluidity that it left nothing but a blurred streak. With cat-like leaps, the intruder approached the eastern building in the blink of an eye.
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With just a soft push off the edge, the shadowy figure landed on the ground, making almost zero sound. The moment he hit the ground, a voice echoed from the shadows, "You finally made it." The newcomer gave a brief nod, stepped
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forward, and asked concisely, "Where are the others?" To which the waiting figure replied, "Shortly, they went ahead.
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Upper management issued an urgent order for everyone to assemble at the target's hideout." The other person questioned, "The primary target or the secondary one, and the guy answered, secondary." He then added, "Looks like the main target's tail got stepped on, but we've
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managed to secure some intelligence. Tonight, right at midnight, the material will be handed over to the secondary target." "Hearing that, the newly arrived man in black instinctively reached up to stroke his chin. Is that so?" He muttered in deep analysis,
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"Henzy, the main target, has made a move. And issuing orders to us means that among the secondary targets, Professor Paron is the one assigned to our surveillance." As if realizing something, the newcomer was startled, his eyes widening in alarm. Tensely, he
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blurted out, "Wait, what about the numbered agents? Are you telling us to push past those monster professors? At the very least, agent number one needs to show up, or maybe a couple of other numbered agents. Otherwise, how are we
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supposed to handle those freaks?" The man in black waiting inside the room replied indifferently, "Number one isn't coming, and neither are the other numbered agents," making the other guy clutch his head and curse under his breath. "Damn it." Just as he was
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sinking into despair, the other guy spoke in a low, husky voice, however. He lowered his tone. "Fire Mage Callahan, he's joining the team." The newcomer looked as though he had been struck by lightning, his eyes flying wide open in
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disbelief. Callahan, according to his memory, the vice captain of Declan's Magic Corps, Crimson Division, "If it's him, he definitely has enough firepower." Recollecting something else, the guy gritted his teeth, "He's notoriously ruthless, willing to use any means necessary for a mission, which
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means thinking to himself, he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the rising tremor before gritting his teeth to mutter a curse. What the hell? That basically means risking our lives for the mission." The remaining man in black calmly reassured him. It's not
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guaranteed to erupt into an all-out battle. The family also hesitates to let such a prominent mage expose themselves on this kind of mission. The other guy let out a cold snort. True enough. Let's go with that, prompting the remaining
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operative to urge, let's get moving. The two shadowy figures bolted out of the building. Better regroup so we can boost our survival odds a little bit. However, the two of them had no idea that all their actions had fallen squarely into
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someone's field of vision. standing at top a nearby rooftop. Moonlight casting across his face. Midnight tonight, huh?
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A chilly night breeze swept past, carrying a whisper light murmur, and even Callahan is involved. At that moment, Esta observed thoughtfully, "Zen Academy is insanely huge, so memorizing the layout is a must to avoid getting lost, even for me." He stared toward the
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buildings surrounding the fountain for a long while. Est's gaze hardened into a quiet certainty. "All right, not bad at all." A faint, eager spark flickered deep within him. Just the right amount of trouble to keep me occupied, though
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it doesn't quite match my past life. I'm starting to get that thrill back. On a quiet, desolate evening, only flickering blue flames provided any illumination.
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Disguised in black robes, Stas sat in a corner, observing the scene. His entire body exuding the familiar, chilling aura of a Declan family scavenger. Leaping forward with a sinister grin, Callahan.
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He's a guy who was still enjoying his prime back when I was active. Turning his back to look at someone. Ever since the Declan family fought desperately against the Blando family, Farn smiled softly, he chose to stay with the
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declining family to prove his unwavering loyalty. Callahan's retreating silhouette looked intensely dangerous. He's dangerous right now, but Callahan's true golden age comes after the war with Blando. Wearing a twisted, sinister smirk, Declan's hellfire and unstoppable force. Went down in history as a true
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war mage. Finally, Esteem made up his mind. Therefore, I have to capture him. Staring at the glowing book, he pondered, "Calahin's magic is one of Declan's ultimate fire attribute arcane arts. And besides, as one of the continent's most renowned mages, he's
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well worth the risk." Estelle lowered his head in deep thought as he walked. I was wondering why that nuisance of a kid kept tailing me and came back. This turned out to be an unexpected windfall, but something still bugs me. Then he
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showed a look of determination. The target they mentioned, Henz's manuscript, is currently in my possession. A blank sheet of paper flashed through Estaz's mind. Yet they claimed the target would be handed over to the secondary target, Professor Paran. The two masked individuals popped
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back into his thoughts alongside their assertion. My manuscript can't possibly be fake, and there's no way the target they're talking about is anything other than that manuscript. Staff spoke slowly. So then the target being handed over today is a fake manuscript. A man
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appeared buttoning up his cloak. He reached out to open a cabinet to grab something. Instantly, the man tucked a weapon into his waistband. Then he waved his hand and turned away. Nearby, another person was sound asleep, wrapped tightly in blankets, while the man
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wrapped himself up and stepped away quietly. It was Paulo casting a sharp, piercing glance to the side. The blue-haired man was lost in dreams on his bed, completely oblivious. Outside the castle, pitch darkness had taken over. All the lights were turned off,
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and only a single room still blazed with bright illumination. A single candle burned brightly beside Pun. He was staring intently at something. Right after that, Pun shut his eyes tightly and grimaced Declan, you filthy rats. He cursed in anger. They claimed they left
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a trace, but since they didn't cross the line yet, I held back. Yet now they dare to violate my territory. And showing up so openly like this, what the hell is this? Suddenly, Paron's gaze sharpened, I see. Out of nowhere, the white door of
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the room creaked open. A person covered entirely from head to toe stepped inside. Pronun cast a sidelong glance and thought a mercenary end. Right after that, he sharply called out his name, making the intruder jump and surprise Paulo. Pronun calmly instructed, "Next
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time you decide to use a disguise, first learn how to refine your ether shape.
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That's the absolute basics of covert operations." Paulo held a white envelope in his hand and extended it toward Paron. Glancing down at it, Paron remarked, "Well then, provided there's a next time." Hearing that, Paulo furrowed his brow and grimaced as if he didn't
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quite understand what the other man was saying. Taking the envelope in his hand, Paron nodded to himself, Henzy, so it was you. He observed the item without opening it right away. You were trying to transfer the manuscript without
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letting Declan catch wind of it. But in the end, you got caught pathetically. But then Paran changed his tune. No, that old fox wouldn't get caught that easily. A pair of hurried footsteps echoed somewhere. What are you scheming,
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Henzy? Suddenly, the room exploded as a fierce blazing wall of fire erupted. A person draped in a white cloak stepped inside and offered a greeting. A pleasure to meet you, Professor Pun. It was Callahan flashing a sinister grin as
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he brushed back his hair. The name's Callahan. I wonder if a professor who only knows how to hide in his lab has ever heard of it. Flustered, Paulo spun around with a look of sheer panic on his face. With his trademark arrogance,
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Callahan continued, "Looks like we have other guests here, too. A mercenary right that swordsman seems to know me, but what about the professor?" Before he could keep grandstanding, Pun quickly cut him off. First time hearing that name. He pressed his hands against the
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desk and stood up abruptly. So, stop blabbering and get straight to the point. Callahan frowned and hurled a harsh insult. "Your stench is so foul, it's making my nose rot off." Then he clutched his face and burst into
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cackling laughter. Man, this is hilarious. This is the first time I've ever been treated like this, so let me speak my mind. Pointing a finger directly at Paulo standing across from him, Callahan stated with absolute certainty, "That guy is going to die."
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Orange magic circles materialized at his fingertips while the professor Callahan rolled his eyes and mused, "Should I take your hands or your eyes?" Suddenly, a hand grabbed tightly at someone's clothes. Pun stepped forward to block Callahan's attack head-on. The two
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powerful strikes collided directly, leaving a scene of utter devastation in their wake. Paulo narrowed his eyes and shouted out. He forced his eyes open to see what the opponent would do next.
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Both of them stood rooted amidst the rubble. Pun turned his head and yelled, "Paulo." He calmly announced, "From this second onward, I consider you a mercenary before a student. So look out for your own hide." Catching his drift,
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Paulo responded sharply. Understood. Pon nodded in acknowledgement and thought to himself. The fact that no alarm bells rang despite this explosion likely means those Declan rats have cast a concealment barrier. Knight fell heavily outside the magnificent castles.
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Narrowing his eyes, Paron thought distantly, "Am I really reduced to relying on that rookie mercenary?" Callahan stood his ground, arrogantly provoking them. "This document envelope definitely came from that trash Blando family," adding with a sinister smirk, "He doesn't look like he's going to hand
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it over quietly." Pun shot a sidelong glare at Callahan. What am I supposed to do? Out of nowhere, the man pulled a terrifying expression and asked, "Or maybe, should we play around a bit first?" The moment the words left his
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mouth, Callahan unleashed a technique that enveloped the area in golden light. Pronun and Paulo stood frozen in a defensive stance, watching. Suddenly, several masked figures flew in from out of nowhere. Callahan broke into a devilish laugh, taking in the sight
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before him. Paulo instinctively widened his eyes in anxiety. Immediately after, Paran hastily conjured a white magic circle in front of him. The white and yellow streams of light from the two men crashed straight into each other. A cloaked figure stood watching from a
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distance, observing the glowing lights erupting from the distant castle. It was a stab who looked up and murmured, "It's starting." Estab pulled out a mask and held it in his hand. Then he slipped it over his face. "Long time no see." Est's
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eyes lit up as he leaped forward with agility. "No longer stab, but scavenger number one." Having prepared everything completely, Esta stared straight ahead and declared, "All right, let's go." Clasping his hands together, Lady Moon Esta offered a sincere prayer. Allow me
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to play the righteous pest controller once again today. Narrowing his eyes, truth be told, I've never actually cared about justice. In an instant, Esttow leaped high into the air. The castle ahead had been battered into ruins.
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Callahan burst into a loud laugh. You're not bad, mercenary. Panting heavily from exhaustion, Paulo gripped his sword tightly. He cast a nervous glance backward. Damn it. Glowing near Paulo's waist was a talisman. I never expected the amulet the captain gave me would
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double as a lifesaver. Talk about lucky. Suddenly, he was startled by a shout, "Get the hell out of the way." PN rushed forward with glowing eyes. He unleashed a powerful attack toward Callahan. The latter quickly countered without missing
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a beat. Pun gave Paulo a casual pat on the shoulder. "Not bad. Maybe I can trust you a little more now." Paulo stared down at the sword and narrowed his eyes. Runes on his blade. Pun turned to ask, "Can you block it?" Staring
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intently ahead, Paulo replied, "However many it takes before firmly declaring, it's no longer a matter of whether I can. If I fail, I die." Callahan smiled lightly with a look of contempt. A mage and a bodyguard. What a fascinating
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combination. A strand of light wo its way into the glacial ice. Without hesitation, Callahan unleashed an attack straight at Paulo. Luckily, he managed to use his sword to parry the blow just in time before dodging to the side. Over
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on the other side, Pun maintained his stance on the blue magic circle. The bodyguards been dealt with. The masked figures were also being taken down one by one. If this keeps up, I'm going to run out of stamina. Struck by an idea,
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Pun cast a sideways glance. Well, then he looked toward Callahan, who was unleashing a barrage of attacks, and made his choice, I have to gamble on this. Pun continued to channel magical energy into his hands and pondered. With
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the natural distribution of mana being limited, if multiple entities issue commands at once, a battle for control is bound to break out. Pouring all his remaining strength into the strike, he thought, "Let's see how much you can draw out from me, then." Callahan stood
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his ground and challenged, "Are you daring to defy me?" Not want to back down, Callahan chuckled mockingly and leaped forward. "Fine, let's see you try." But just as he got close to Pun, he suddenly bounced backward and shouted
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out loud. A flood of light carrying terrifying power blanketed the entire castle. All three of them were enveloped in glowing streams of light inside.
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Paulo was also hovering midair looking down. He squinted his eyes and muttered, "Damn it." Watching Callahan and Parl clash fiercely. Paulo gritted his teeth in frustration. "They're both absolute monsters. There's not a single opening to slip in." Not long after, Paulo lay
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motionless beneath the rubble. If it was going to come to this, you guys should have just started fighting from the very beginning. Three figures entirely wrapped in heavy cloaks stood outside, gazing up at the ferocious vortex, tearing everything apart as someone
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voiced, "Brutal!" A man watching the scene warned anxiously, "Hold back!" Charging in right now is pure suicide.
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Just catch your breath. Turning back, he demanded, "How many cleanup specialists are left?" Suddenly, the fierce white light flared in rage, blasting the cloaked figures outward. A man's jaw dropped in shock and ambush. He screamed out just as a dark croked figure closed
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in rapidly ambush. It was Esta who landed heavily at top a massive boulder. sudden appearance caught both Callahan and Paran off guard, forcing them to look over. With a cold, impassive gaze, he stared up and pronounced, "And now
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for my grand entrance." Even in the middle of their fierce duel, the two of them turned their eyes toward Estab at his words. Livid with anger, Callahan snapped, "Are you [ __ ] kidding me?" ignoring the roar entirely, a blood
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pumped Estad dashed forward. He grabbed the man by the throat and emphasized Callahan. With razor-sharp eyes, Estad declared, "This place is going to be your grave." Caught completely by surprise and unable to react, Callahan could only widen his eyes at Esta in
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sheer agony. Estab bellowed die, but Callahan thrust both palms outward, striking a heavy blow against Esta's chest. An overwhelming force blasted him flying backward. Callahan slid across the ground in a days, clutching his mouth with a grimace. Damn it, Mona
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backlash. Without wasting a second, Astab bolted straight toward Callahan. Having taken a brutal hit earlier, Callahan coughed up blood continuously.
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The other blackcloaked operatives closed in rapidly. Clutching a small vial of medicine, Callahan muttered to himself, "I need to suppress this mana backlash first. After gulping down the medicine, he wiped away the blood with the back of his hand. Where the hell did a guy like
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him crawl out from?" Callahan's eyes suddenly bulged in shock. Esta had just wrapped himself in a glowing aura of blue light. Callahan stood frozen in disbelief at the sight before him. This movement, not a single wasted motion.
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Furthermore, his spell execution has been optimized entirely for speed. Startled, he stared. I'm actually impressed. Instantly, Callahan conjured countless red magic circles. I don't know who the hell you are, but bearing his fangs in a wide snarl, he screamed,
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"I'm going to kill you." And just like that, the two torrents of light collided violently. The dark-cloaked men were blown far away by the shockwave. A red-haired man widened his eyes as if witnessing a horrific nightmare. The explosion of light tore everything
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around them to shreds, spitting up blood after the massive attack. Callahan gasped, "Did I did I actually catch him?" A smug grin crossed his face. The other cleanup specialists got caught in it, too. But who gives a damn about
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them? Completing the mission is all that matters. Glancing up at the clear sky where a few hazy silhouettes drifted down, he felt dead certain by that logic. The masked bastard had to be the primary target to eliminate. Callahan
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wiped his face and chuckled softly. I'm getting way too pumped. Doesn't feel like me at all. Supremely confident in his victory. If I team up with the remaining cleanup specialists, taking down Professor Paron will be a breeze.
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Suddenly, the glass vial slipped from his fingers, rolling across the ground. Out of nowhere, a gun barrel was jammed right against his face as a mocking voice drawled. Is that really all you've got? Amidst the billowing smoke, a
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shadowy figure spoke up. Callahan, you look dead on the outside, but you're cold-blooded as a snake on the inside. I knew right from the start that you were planning to blow me and the other cleanup specialists to hell along with
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yourself. Pointing his hand like a gun toward the magic matrix ahead, Estab continued, "That ruthlessness is precisely the reason you lost." The moment the words left his mouth, the staff fired a bright projectile straight ahead without hesitation. Callahan stood
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rooted to the spot in a daysaze, a single thought echoing in his head. Too fast. The intense beam of light tore through the air, grazing right past him.
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A gust of wind blew away a fine mist of pin prick blood droplets. The small top knot of hair at the back of Callahan's head was cleanly sliced off. A bullet pierced straight through the center of his forehead, leaving a bloody hole. The
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stash stepped down onto the ground, standing before the slumped, crushed corpse. The battle had taken a heavy toll on his stamina, leading him to silently acknowledge, knowing his capabilities firsthand. Callahan truly lives up to his reputation. Recalling the explosive attack earlier, a sta held
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him in high regard. Anyone else would have died instantly from a surprise hit like that, but he actually managed to counterattack. There's a reason his martial arts style is so renowned. His reflexes and judgment are lightning fast. Of course, he also acknowledged
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his own streak of luck. Still, Callahan's final move helped me out a ton. If he had teamed up with the other cleanup specialists and dragged this into a war of attrition, I would have lost. My manic capacity is still way too
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low. He slowly approached the fallen body. Kneeling down, a stab began rumaging through Callahan's pockets.
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Let's see. It's bound to be around here. Finally, he pulled out a small fabric pouch containing a few items. Just as I thought, battle mages never trust anyone, so they always carry their secret arts on them. The stab pocketed
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it for himself. And of course, this spatial pouch has a basic owner recognition lock, but I can slowly crack it open later. Wrapping things up, he turned his head to glance to the side, pitching his voice with a hint of
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reproach. You're late, you know. A man emerged from the smoke as Esttow offered a soft greeting. Professor Pun. The professor gave a calm grunt of acknowledgement, clearing out the rats took a little longer than expected.
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Paran had frozen the entire group of thugs over on the other side. Maintaining his cold demeanor, he raised a hand to channel his power. More importantly, "Are you a rat, too?" His dad didn't seem to care, instead letting
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out a hearty laugh. One's a total madman. The other's a battlecrazed thug. What do you think of me taking out one of Declan's top dogs? His attitude made Pun lower his guard slightly. Seeing as you call that guy a madman, you must be
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the one Henzy sent. And no, I'm not that kind of thug. Left with zero suspicion, Estab couldn't help feeling speechless.
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You're just going to trust me based on that. Wondering about the identity of the person he had encountered earlier, Pun asked, "Then who was the mercenary that approached me earlier?" Posing a somewhat unrelated question, Pun asked, "Did he split the thesis into two
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parts?" Instead brushed the question aside, "I didn't hear a thing about that, so I wouldn't know. Chances are it was a fake. Henzy probably calculated this carefully using a fake as bait to flush out the rats. Remembering Henzy's
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eager expression, I'll be the one luring them out, Estad deduced, looks like he wants to beef up security in Hazen City and the academy here while cutting down Declan's influence. Esta thought to himself, even though the cleanup specialists let loose a massive flash of
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magic in the battle was pretty huge, there's no reason the Imperial Knights still haven't shown up, even with a delayed report. Declan must have used their connections with the Imperial Knights. Pun reconfirmed his identity.
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So, you really are the messenger. Estab pulled out a neatly tied stack of papers. The professor took them and examined the contents thoroughly.
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Lifting his eyes from the documents, Pun asked, "Do you know what's in here?" Estad didn't hide it. I only have a vague idea. Pushing the matter aside, Pun calmly replied, "I see." Stated candidly, "Look, I don't mind a duel,
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but are you sure? I'd hate to lose a reliable ally." Tucking the documents inside his coat, Pun shared a rare moment of agreement. "Fine, I'll accept the thesis for now. I don't want to lose an ally either, so let's drop it. He
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abruptly changed the subject. Is there anything you want? Seeing the kid's bewildered expression, Pun explained, "That guy, Henzy, seems to only trust one kind of person. Those whose desires align with his own. You definitely fit the bill, so to build some trust, I need
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to give you something." Taking a long moment to think it over seriously, staff finally gave his answer. A book. The request caught Parn completely offguard, forcing him to double check. A book.
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Stab began visualizing a scene. I'm going to build a tower. a massive tall tower and pack it full of books that anyone can read. So, it would be great if you could contribute a book containing your perspective on magic.
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Paron could only scratch the back of his head with a vague shrug. Sure, I doubt anyone can read and understand the whole thing, but writing a book sounds better than nothing. Might even be fun. Turning around under the assumption that
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business was done, as Stam muttered, I should get going. But the professor called out after him, wait, how are we supposed to keep in touch? Aren't you supposed to deliver the next thesis? The stag gave a dead pan reason that left
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the man utterly dumbfounded. I don't keep contact info for men. With that, he fished a string of purple prayer beads out of his pocket. The dad tossed the bracelet over. Use this. These are connection crystals. They're linked, so
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if one breaks, the other shatters, too. If you want to call me, smash it once if you're in trouble. Smash it twice and I'll come find you. Catching the prayer beads, Paron focused on a completely different issue. Hey, I'm not into men
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either. But when he raised his head, the other guy had already vanished into thin air as he muttered to himself, "Why does this feel so creepy?" Time passed, and before long, the Empire's Imperial Knights arrived. After handing over the
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situation, the Imperial Knights quickly secured the premises. They split up to support the injured one by one.
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Afterward, they evacuated the academy students to prevent any potential secondary attacks. The sta had already changed back into his usual attire, thinking, "Of course, I just took the chance to blend right back in with the students." Still half asleep, Damen
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looked at him with curiosity. My friend, where were you? Feels like I haven't seen you in ages. To which a stag gave a vague reply. Had to deal with something major. Scanning the perimeter to calculate. Let's see. Callahan and the
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cleanup specialist corpses left clear evidence behind. So the Declan family should stay quiet for a while. Noticing Esta wasn't paying attention and was looking around instead. Damen assumed he needed to use the restroom. My friend, you've been gone forever. Are you
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constipated or something? Want me to heal you? Instead, entirely lost in his own thoughts. Why did H. Wayne react like that during the fight earlier. He usually doesn't fight back, but when I blocked Callahan's spell, his energy seeped into my barrier and helped me
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block it, so it wasn't a bad thing. He recalled the sensation. It wasn't that the barrier got sturdier. It felt more like, yeah, a type of exclusion phenomenon, linking it to how that kind of magic is usually deployed. That's a
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primary technique used by elemental mages, a technique to protect the caster from taking damage, just like the fire user Callahan. Estee turned away with a frown, muttering aloud, I don't get it.
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Damian, assuming he was talking to him, offered an eager helping hand. Don't get it. Just take your pants off right here, my friend. While Estee's words were actually driven by the thoughts in his head. Why did it react at that exact
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moment? And what's the activation condition? Glancing toward the distant castle, he told himself, "I need to investigate." And seriously, "Stop taking your pants off, Damian." Standing before the majestic, classically structured building, Aster formed a silent plan, Lapider, the largest
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library in the east, located right inside the academy. I'm bound to find a clue there. Suddenly, a voice called out, "Hey, you're a St.ite." The guy walked up and greeted him amiably, "Nice to meet you. I'm Chenba." While Est
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maintained a cold, distant expression. As the guy kept a smile on his face, "You're a pretty decent fighter, aren't you?" The remark put a staff slightly on guard. What did he see me fighting? If my identity gets exposed, that's a huge
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headache. Do I have to kill him? Facing Chenais enthusiasm, Mista thought to himself, "What he saw me fight?
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That's a massive stain on my cleanup specialist record." The kid kept praising him uninhibitedly. That brawl with the martial arts department on the very first day was pretty impressive.
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How on earth do you fight like that? The words made a drop his guard a fraction, leaving him somewhat speechless. Not a scandal, but a moment of fame. Well, obviously. Realizing it wasn't a threat, Estad turned his face away. He just
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lacked stamina back then. It'll be different next time. making Chenby scratch his head with a laugh. A I see.
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The kid shily tagged along behind him and Damian as they waited through the crowd. Moment later, Chenby honestly expressed his intentions. Well, to be honest, I wanted to tag along. I haven't made friends with anyone yet, and barging into other groups is kind of
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awkward. You know how it is. The staff shot him a sideways glance. Yeah, kind of. He had seen right through that from the start. In theory, the academy promised equal treatment and stripped away status, but that was the academyy's
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stance, not the students. A poor kid like him was bound to be pushed to the outer circle. Thinking it over, he didn't mind it much anyway, telling himself, "Whatever. I don't care." So his dad turned back and agreed, "Fine,
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suit yourself." The kid let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. To be honest, I was pretty nervous." Chenbai relaxed a bit and tried to butter him up. "If something like earlier happens again, it' really suck to be alone," earning a
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soft chuckle and a grunt from could be emboldened. The kid grew a bit bolder.
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"Oh, right, by the way." Chatting casually along the way, a staff found the whole thing rather refreshing. So this is what a normal conversation feels like. He cast his cold eyes upward in deep reflection. My entire life this
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time around has been hijacked by total maniacs. Remembering the colorful cast of characters he had dealt with recently. The stag comforted himself internally. I almost forgot what normal feels like. The corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile. All right,
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time for actual academy life to begin. The next morning at the academy, golden sunlight sparkled across the buildings.
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Inside the lecture hall, nearly all the students had already arrived. Damen let out a massive yawn, slumped miserably across his desk. He whined so sleepy.
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Chengai arrived just then, waving cheerfully, "Good morning, Estadamian." Plopping into his seat, the kid immediately looked somewhat dissatisfied. "Can you believe we still have to go to class after the craziness of yesterday? That's just brutal." While a staff flipped a page of his book and
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replied, "True observed him silently, Chenby. Judging by how he talks yesterday, he's neither from a noble family nor welloff, yet he's not timid at all and stays pretty bright." Feeling in a relatively good mood, he silently evaluated. He'd make a decent friend.
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Suddenly, the kid turned to call out, "Oh, did you hear?" Chenby spilled a piece of news. "I heard on the way here that our class M3 home room teacher is going to be Professor Gerata." The unfamiliar name made a stack curiously
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repeat it. "Jerata," Chenby gasped in shock. "Don't tell me you don't know Professor Gerata, the one rumored to have single-handedly slaughtered a whole pack of trolls." "Ah, she's here." He looked down toward the foot of the podium as a female professor slowly
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approached. "Oh, right. I remember now." The familiar face brought back memories for Esta, the professor who stood on the stage during yesterday's entrance ceremony. She began with an introduction. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Gerarda. There was a bit of a commotion
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yesterday, but it's nothing serious. So, I expect you all to put it behind you and focus on your studies. Turning toward the supporting apparatus being brought in, she continued, "Now, before our first lesson, we'll be conducting a mana assessment. Fundamentally, mana has
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two aspects, quantity and quality. So, between the two, which one is more important?" A hand went up and Gerata asked, "What's your name?" Standing up a bit nervously, the young girl answered, "I'm Arjun." And Gerata gave her the
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go-ahad. All right, Arjun. Go ahead and answer. Carefully and earnestly, the girl expressed her view. I think there's no absolute answer, but assuming we have a sufficiently accurate gauge of mana, quality is more important. Prompting Gerata to press further reason. Arjun
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explained, "When dueling a mage of equal rank, the one with superior mana quality will prevail." Ista also took note of this opinion, partially agreeing. Well, that's the orthodox view. Maana quality affects precision, stability, and spell potency. having a massive pool of mana
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is useless if you can't hit your target. But still, sure enough, right after that, the girl received a displeased reaction from the instructor as a dissatisfied click of the tongue echoed out. Arjun was so startled that what little confidence she had completely
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flew out the window. Gerata interrogated her directly, "Arjin, what family do you belong to?" And the girl answered obediently, "I I belong to Vikcount Pelames household." Hearing that, she openly displayed a look of contempt. No wonder. This time, Arjun was thoroughly
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hurt, tears welling up with a sense of grievance. Yet Gerata ignored her entirely and moved on to someone else.
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Is there anyone else who wants to answer? Her sharp gaze swept across the classroom. Hmp nobody. Suddenly she singled out a random male student who jolted in surprise. Why yes, ma'am.
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Prompting Gerata to mock. Is your name? Yes. Yes. As he frantically stammered a correction. Oh no, ma'am. I'm Paul. I stood up and carefully answered the previous question. I think mana quantity is probably more important because in large-scale warfare, total mana makes a
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huge difference, right? Estas silently noted it down. True. Looking at it from the flip side, quantity matters more than quality in a chaotic brawl. In short, tweak a few variables in both quality and quantity are equally crucial. But Gerorado wore an expression
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of absolute dissatisfaction. She asked bluntly, "What family do you belong to?" To which he replied, "Uh, I don't belong to any family." Leaving a staff stunned, "What the hell? Did I miss some fundamental requirement here?" Gerorado called out the next name, and answers
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came in one after another. I think it's casting speed. The pattern repeated, "Family? How about you? I think it's purity." Family. This left even someone as composed as him bewildered. She just singles out students, repeats the question, and then brushes them off.
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Gerarda's questions kept ringing out amidst the buzzing chatter of the class. And you and you. How annoying. What's her deal? Hey, stay out of this. A staff thought tensely. What on earth is the right answer to make the atmosphere this
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heavy? After a while, she finally wrapped up the Q&A session. I've listened carefully to all your answers.
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Gerard's tone softened slightly. Actually, every single answer just now was close to the right one. No, this was never a question with a single correct answer. So, what I was looking for wasn't an answer at all. She emphasized
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a specific point. Think very carefully. What kind of answers did you actually give me? Gerarda pointed out the class's shortcoming straight to their faces. Did those answers match your own genuine thoughts? Or were you just trying to guess what you thought I wanted to hear?
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She reminded everyone of the true calling of a mage. A mage is someone who must never lose their own judgment under any circumstances, refused to be swayed by the world's gaze, and possessed the resolve to fully execute their own will.
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Her sharp golden eyes narrowed. What about you lot just now? A serious probing challenge echoed throughout the lecture hall. Is that truly the quality of a proper mage? Gerata delivered her concluding remark. From now on, you must become true mages. That's what I want to
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convey through this lesson, so carve it into your hearts. The entire classroom fell into dead silence. Instead, brushed off the tension he had been holding on to. Turns out my initial thought was right after all. What a refreshingly
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convoluted loop. Gerata moved on to the main agenda. Now come up one by one to measure your mana arg. Startled upon hearing her name while still sniffling, the girl answered, "Why yes." Gerata instructed, "You'll be the magic class
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representative for class M3. Your first answer made a great impression, so come up here and record your peers mono readings." The girl instantly perked up, rushing down to her post as she said, "Thank you, professor." This let out a
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soft O, marveling internally. So that's how you domesticate a whole class. Beside him, Chenby bit into a handkerchief with teary eyes. So jealous, leaving a stack completely speechless. Jealous of what exactly? Up front, she signaled for the support
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equipment to be brought forward. Assistant, the covering cloth was pulled away. A turquoise orb immediately revealed itself, causing the students to murmur in astonishment. Is that a mana measuring device? I heard those things are nearly impossible to get your hands
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on. Gerata reached out to touch the orb. This is everyone's first time seeing one, right? She cast a meaningful glance. Now's the time to find out your own mono ratings. Who knows? A burst of blue light radiated outward, leaving the
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students wideeyed. Gerata chimed in with amusement. Looks like we have a monster among us. Damen glanced sideways at the magic array projected onto the ceiling, a finger lightly resting against his lips. Gerata spoke up, "All right, the operation is very simple." She commanded
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Arjent, "Place your hand on the crystal orb and channel your mana into it, and Arjun complied eagerly, "Yes." Immediately after, she stepped up and pressed her palm against the crystal orb. The orb instantly erupted into a dazzling light, leaving Arjun staring in
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wide-eyed shock. Not long after, some sort of circular ring appeared on the crystal orb. Staring in astonishment, Arjun looked up with her jaw dropped in disbelief. With a dead pan expression, Gerata turned to the class and said, "Look closely, everyone. Among all the
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indices, the most important one right here is the refinement index derived from quality and elemental density, graded from level 1 to level 10." Pointing at the circle, she explained, Arjun achieved level 14, whereas last year's freshman average was level three.
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You could say this is exceptionally good. Rubbing the back of her head shily, Arjun thanked her, "Thank you, professor." Gerata observed for a moment before instructing. Next is measuring the total mana volume. It's simple. Just pour your mana in. And Arjgin followed
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suit. Yes, ma'am. Then Gerata continued, "Total mana volume ranks are divided into a total of 100 levels. As the number 17 appeared on the circle alongside the announcement, Arjun is at level 17. Considering last year's average was level 15, this year's figure
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is slightly higher." Gerata smiled faintly. Looking at both her mana quality and quantity, you can tell just how diligently Arjun has been working day in and day out. Out of nowhere, she dropped a word of praise that made Arjun
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blush a deep red. Truly commendable. An admiring student muttered, "I wish I could get a number that high." While a stat tuned it out and mused to himself, "Well, well, looks like the future has already mapped itself out." He fell into
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brief contemplation. That kid is going to turn into a fiercely dedicated research fellow. A voice rang out across the vast room. I have matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave here. Please proceed with the Mona measurements
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according to the assistant's instructions. And someone replied, "Understood." A cheerful girl laughed brightly. I need to focus even harder on breathing techniques. To which her friend happily responded, and I'll focus on refinement. The white-haired boy smiled invitingly. Estelle, let's go up,
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too. Causing him to snap out of his thoughts and reply, "Sure." As Estelle walked over, a loud shout made him stop and observe. Are you kidding me? The circle flared up again alongside an astonished declaration. Refinement index is level six. Didn't she say, "The
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average is level three. Total volume is level 22. I'm so jealous." Someone asked, "What's your name?" And the cold-faced girl replied, "Furion." She then turned around to emphasize fury and to deny. Hearing that, Esta thought to himself, "Same family as Dalia Ha."
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Judging by the different hair color, she must be from a collateral branch. She barely dropped her name and immediately dragged her whole lineage into it just to show off. Looking rather surprised, the instructor gazed up and said, "Truly
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living up to the name of a prestigious lineage. Those are exceptional numbers." Stroking his chin as he added, "Though the total volume is a bit low compared to a level six refinement, it's still high enough." Furion nodded with a faint
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smile. I see. Damen snapped awake. So noisy. what's going on? As Estad turned to reply, "Nothing. Go back to sleep." Before immediately stopping himself, "Oh, right. I can't let him sleep." Estee looked at Damen and urged, "It's almost time for Armana test." But
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looking half asleep, the kid vaguely asked, "Test what?" And Esta answered helplessly, "I don't know, but testing it can't hurt." Thinking to himself, "Besides, we're in class anyway." Suddenly, Damen bolted upright in delight and blurted out, "Really? Then I
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want to try, too." Est clutched his face in pure embarrassment, "Gez, don't overreact like that." Someone watching from afar whispered, "Is that him?" The young master of the Blander family looks pretty young, huh? Oh, and the guy next
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to him must be Aster, the one who beat up Hickster. The observer wondered aloud, "I wonder who holds the top spot." And another replied, "God knows." The stout worriedly cast his gaze into the distance. "Damn it, I didn't want to
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get famous for punching someone." The instructor cheerfully called out, "Young master, what are you waiting for? You're the only one left who hasn't tested yet." Curious, Damen pointed at the device and asked, "Just channeling mana into this is enough." Then he quickly
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placed his hand upon the crystal orb. The students below turned pale. What the hell is this even making sense? Furion's expression turned terrifying. No way, she muttered in despair. Impossible. Not long after, the circle manifested alongside an utterly astonished
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proclamation. Refinement index level 9, total volume level 67. Hold on. Is this thing broken? The stal looked at the instructor with a dead pan expression.
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Mortals looking at a genius always react that way. He recalled internally. Ordinary common sense could never comprehend such a dazzling towering wall of talent. The staff stared at Damen and thought, "Well, I already knew Damian was a genius, but I didn't expect him to
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shatter the average by this much, though Damian just looked utterly clueless. Is this considered high?" A fleeting thought crossed his mind. Now I finally understand why they're called the monsters of blander. Their very life force is built different. The stag gazed
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sideways in deep reflection. If Damian had actually put in some effort in my past life, the continent's entire landscape would have changed. So things are definitely going to play out differently this time. He thought of Faren. I just need to make sure Blander
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remains Declan's eternal thorn. All I have to do is help Damian step beyond the realm of ordinary mortals. Wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, the instructor forced a smile, young master Damian truly lives up to the Blander family's prestigious
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reputation. Absolutely extraordinary, but you must never grow complacent. A mage's realm isn't decided by mana alone. Damian beamed with an innocent, radiant smile, "Yes." Happily running over, he asked, "Hey, friend, have you tested yet?" And Aare replied, "Not
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yet." at prompting Damian to eagerly urge, "Then you should go test, too." Estas stood still, quietly observing the room. He realized, "Everyone's probably dying to see what my numbers look like.
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A guy with no prestigious background who somehow hangs out with the blander young master and even beat up the Dolmp family's collateral kid." Finally, Estam made up his decision. "Well, then might as well test it out carefully calculating to himself. To avoid drawing
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unnecessary trouble, I should just aim for a comfortably average score." The instructor asked once more, "You there?
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What's your name?" and Esta answered, "I'm Aster." As the instructor demanded, "Take your hand out of your pocket." Following that, he placed his hand on the crystal orb, subtly adjusting the properties of his mana. Instantly, Esta's fingers curled slightly as he
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poured in just the right amount. But Esta immediately noticed something was wrong. Wait, why is the threshold set this low? A surge of light illuminated the entire area if it's like this. A notification popped up. Refinement index level 10. The circle gradually displayed
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the exact monumerical reading. Another prompt flashed. Threshold exceeded. Please reset the standard baseline. The onlookers broke into an uproar. What the hell? Exceeded the standard baseline. Is that even a thing? Damian gasped in shock. Wo awesome. Unfazed, a stat
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turned to say, "Looks like the device is glitching out. Probably needs a recalibration." And the instructor replied helplessly, "I suppose so." But Damen squinted and asserted, "No way." He smiled deviously, "I know what's going on. It's definitely that." Looking
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rather awkward, the instructor gestured with his hand, "It's been reset. Please try testing again." And Esta obediently complied, "Yes." A new notification appeared. Refinement index level three.
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Total volume level 15. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. A figures it was just a glitch earlier. Knew it. Est internally breatht relief as well. Had to be extra careful this time. So that worked out. Balancing act is tough. Out
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of nowhere and outright curse rang out. What the [ __ ] Completely shortcircuiting a sta asked Damen, "Why are you swearing?" Looking utterly pissed off, Damen retorted, "My friend, when you run into [ __ ] like this, what else is there to say?" Total
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[ __ ] Seriously. The stad didn't reply, just casting a worried side glance. A gorgeous sunny afternoon unfolded outside the school grounds.
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Over at Magic Studies building number one, Gerata stood with her arms crossed, staring out the window with a grave expression. She narrowed her eyes in thought. Magic Studies building number two, is undergoing repair smoothly.
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Gerata gazed into the distance, only it's unclear why Declan, specifically Mage Callahan, ended up clashing with Pun. Then Gerata let out a sigh. Well, Professor Pon used to be quite a big shot. He can handle himself. None of my
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business anyway. The instructor walked over to break the silence. Professor Gerata, I'm your carrying a stack of documents. He approached, "I've brought today's mono measurement records." Gerata opened them up to review and muttered to herself, "The overall baseline this semester is pretty high.
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Furion such a waste compared to the Deny family." She stopped at Damian's file. Damian, those numbers match the greatest prodigy in Blander's history. I'll need to personally keep an eye on his development. Suddenly, Gerata's eyes widened in astonishment. The Stad
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profile page appeared, causing her to freeze in place. asked her. The first measurement encountered an error and had to be retrieded. Gerata then mused, "And that error was exceeding the maximum set threshold." Frowning deeply, she muttered, "Asked her." The step pointed
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straight at Damian's face and argued, "That piece of [ __ ] is meant for your own use, you jerk." While the kid argued right back without missing a beat. "Why shouldn't I? I want to." Someone pleaded helplessly, "Will you two please stop
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using those?" In the blink of an eye, a blue dragon took shape. "My friend, how's this?" Damen knitted his brow and asked, "Seriously, do you think this looks okay?" Meanwhile, keeping his eyes lowered with complete indifference, Esta replied, "I think this is plenty."
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Hearing that, the kid immediately concluded, "Then this is version two of blood, sweat, and tears." At that moment, Esta suddenly offered a suggestion. "Wait, make it more dynamic.
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Have the wings flare open and its mouth wide open like it's about to lunge forward." He paused for a second before continuing. Remember that lion statue back at the estate? It looks way cooler when its mouth is open. Prompting Chen
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by sitting nearby to widen his eyes in a damn crafting it like that is actually so easy. While Damen cheered in excitement, "Oo, I love it." Watching Damian intently tweak his creation, he thought to himself, "That incredible monster only shaped his mana into a
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simple docahedron. Yet, he's out here messing around with a mana control test like it's nothing." Melancholically on the verge of tears, Chenby wept internally. "The world is truly massive.
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I'm just a hopeless failure." Meanwhile, casting a side glance at him, a staff sighed, "Well, I get how you feel, but what can you do? You just got to accept reality and keep moving forward." Right as that thought finished, Damian
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suddenly called out to him, "My friend." Beaming brightly, he expressed, "Today was actually super fun. I'm starting to think coming to the academy was a great idea." Hearing those words from Damian, Esta instantly widened his eyes in surprise. Then he quickly composed
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himself and let out a soft chuckle, though. What a huge relief. Not long after, back at the academyy's dormatory building, the sat in deep contemplation, staring down at the pouch in his hand.
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Holding the pouch with both hands, he began to calculate. Callahan's spatial pouch is locked, but applying the principles of magical security and spatial landscaping, I can easily dismantle the Mona structure the user set up. The staff frowned slightly and
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muttered, "If we had the equipment, it wouldn't have taken even a week. Having to do it sneakily in a private room is why it took a whole month." The image of a certain medicinal elixir suddenly flashed in his mind. Well, at least I
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didn't just do that the whole time. I've also dissolved the elixir I got from Blander into my mana. Back in his memories, an image of a sta resting his chin in his hand appeared, and I've absorbed quite a bit of useful knowledge
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from this academy. With a firm motion of both hands, he opened the spatial pouch.
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"Anyway, I can open it now. Let's see what's inside." Estab began rumaging through the spatial pouch. Let's check it out. He suddenly pulled his hand back with a handful of newly discovered medicine. This is a bottle of potion.
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Next, Estad dragged out a large cloak. This is useless. Then he pulled out a silver bracelet. This is a protective item. Estad glanced down calmly and activated the bracelet. could come in pretty handy. Not a bad defense capability for this tier. The next
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second, he continued his search through the spatial pouch. Where is that thing? Ah, here it is. Ista held up a book high in his hand, the prophetic grimoire of Declan, Crimson Fire. Faren's smirking face suddenly flashed in his mind. A
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branch of southern fire developed by the person who researched it. A cursed magic capable of burning through even energy shields. Thinking that, he tucked the book back into the spatial pouch. Of course, only someone at the master level
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can burn through shields. You can't learn that in a single night, so I'll study it gradually. Stan consciously rolled his eyes and muttered, thinking back. Is today really that day? Midterm exams. The school courtyard was already packed with academy students. Damen
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shouted excitedly, "Midterm exams. Midterm exams." While a stack complained from the side, "So many people," prompting Chenby to chime in. "Everyone from class M1 all the way to ours is gathered here." A few seconds later, the kid suddenly leaned in close and asked
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quietly, "Hey, have you heard the news?" Leaving Estata asked back in confusion, "What news?" Chenby grinned and replied, "They're saying there's a strong chance the midterm exam is a canyon raid. A few days ago, some kids from class M1
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overheard the administrative staff talking about having to tidy up the canyon during this busy time." Hearing that, Estad just gave a brooding look back, thinking to himself. Chenbai says the midterm exam consists of three practical tests. The image of a gloomy
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stone hallway suddenly flashed by the trial room where you have to navigate through maze-like sewers to reach the finish line. Next, images of rolling hills appeared. The canyon raid which is about reaching the target point in order of arrival. Finally, the image of
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simulated opponents surfaced the simulation room where you fight against opponents or monsters and among those is the canyon raid. Stag gave a faint snort and thought the format doesn't matter. I just need to breeze through everything like usual. Yet, as if thinking of
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something else, he silently evaluated. Looks like Chenby isn't going to do well. Meanwhile, Chenai was intently calculating if it's a canyon raid.
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Everyone here starts from the same place and the rookies are definitely going to fling magic everywhere. So, if we maintain a defensive spell and push forward first. At that moment, an authoritative voice rang out, "Everyone quiet down." Standing somewhere up ahead
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with long hair fluttering in the wind, the person spoke, "Pleased to meet you." Pun looked around and introduced himself. I am Professor Pun in charge of class M1 in the magic department. I've been assigned as the lead professor for
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this midterm exam. The moment he laid eyes on him, Estess smiled, "Long time no see, Professor Pun. Your dark circles look even darker than the last time I saw you." Standing before the crowd, Paran continued, "As you all know, today
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is the day of the midterm exams." He parted his lips slightly to smoothly pronounce each word. "Today's exam is." The last three words made Chen by face turn pitch black. In the trial room, trembling, the kid muttered, "No ways my
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plan." Damen chimed in with words that felt like a dagger to Chenai's heart. "Liar!" Pun rolled his eyes and announced, "Next, I'll explain the rules. Line up by class and get ready." A moment later, he snapped his fingers.
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The objective of the exam is very simple. A spell instantly activated right behind Pun. The trial room is a maze-like underground sewer. If you reach the final door you complete the exam, no matter which path you take, you'll eventually reach the end, so
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there's no need to worry. Hearing that, Chenby let out a sigh of relief. Sounds easy. The moment the words left his mouth, Pun snapped his fingers again.
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But that would make this a meaningless race. In the blink of an eye, a simulated monster manifested. A golem.
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Seeing it, Chenai froze completely. What? A golem in the exam. What is this? From the side, Damen narrowed his eyes and issued a warning. Watch your mouth, buddy. Pun continued his explanation.
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After all, it's just a clumsy combat machine. Its level might make it a bit tough, but I've exposed its core and reduced its durability, so you guys should be able to defeat it easily.
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Pausing for a second, he added, "Even so, in a confined space, it'll catch up to you instantly. So, yeah, it's pretty tough." Pun listened in silence to the whispering students before clicking his tongue in annoyance. Mages yet completely lacking in decisiveness. Pun
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suddenly recalled the image of a certain kid in his mind. Polar showed the determination to push himself to the limit. But was it because of the environment? I wonder. He cast a cold, detached glance across the crowd. Still,
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some students are actually quite useful. Catching Paran's eye first was a female student with blue eyes. Some people show real willpower even when they're worried. Next was another student with short brown hair. Those with the eyes of someone who isn't afraid to die. Then
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his gaze shifted to a male student wearing an arrogant smile. Finally, it landed on Damian, who was boredly sucking on his thumb, leading Pun to conclude, "This student is a write-off.
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Looks like he doesn't have many ideas," he muttered thoughtfully, parting his lips slightly. Clearing his throat, Paron spat out two words, "That's enough," he explained indifferently.
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"The golems will only track down targets in the corridors. You can choose to defeat them or avoid them." With that, Paron held up a small bracelet. In addition, you'll be issued test bracelets. These test bracelets provide protection similar to an energy shield.
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Then, he clenched his fist to activate the bracelet's mechanism. If the energy shield breaks, you're eliminated, and the golems will stop attacking you. It's a fantastic competitive system. The students looked at each other apprehensively, none of them daring to
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mutter another word. Staring down the crowd before him, Par dropped his final condition. Finally, since all of you have such a passive attitude, I'll make an offer. A cold smile crept across his face. Show me an impressive performance.
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It doesn't matter who arrives first or how many people get eliminated. Harun's following words left a staff thoroughly thrilled. Whoever puts on an impressive performance will receive a personal reward from me, something quite extraordinary. The staff flashed a
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toothy grin internally extraordinary huck. In the school stood a renowned landmark Laughader, the largest library on the eastern continent. The library was divided into three tiers, upper, middle, and lower, of which the only tier he could access was the lower one.
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Standing deep in thought before a bookshelf inside, a stam used when I came here to look for clues about the fireark. I couldn't even find a single grimmoire in the lower tier. Relevant information quickly flickered through his mind. Conclusion: To find clues, I
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need to investigate at least the middle tier of the library. But the middle and upper tiers are only open to royalty, high nobility, or prestigious clans.
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Otherwise, the only way in is through recommendations from three or more professors. Back in reality, Esta looked at the scene ahead and analyzed internally. By that logic, I have to win Professor Paron's reward. Even though I just wanted to progress a step at a
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time, the people around me never leave me alone. He wore a sly, cunning smirk.
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Anyway, I've memorized the entire layout. Let's see if I can coast through this midterm evaluation. Up above, the sky was bright and clear, while down below, the crucial competition was underway. That concludes the explanation of the practical exam. I'll give you
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some time to prepare. Collect the necessary materials from the teaching assistant. Suddenly, two students rushed over to inquire frantically, "Teaching assistant, are there any firebombs?" "Oh, and Flintstones, too." Hearing that, the young man refused without a shred of hesitation. "Your primary
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attribute is fire!" denied. Right after that, someone else stepped forward with a request, teaching assistant, "I need a golem controller." only for the young man to reject him just as firmly. Stop looking for shortcuts denied. Standing behind them and watching everyone
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scramble around, St let out a helpless commentary. What a complete mess. Hard to tell if these are mages or a bunch of thugs. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, catching his attention. Professor over there, Damen was innocently making
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a request. Give me some vine seeds. Just 20 seeds will do. The teaching assistant looked at him in total confusion. I'm not a professor, but did you say vine seeds? But Damian, your primary attribute is. Damian immediately demonstrated his power right in front of
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the young man. I don't have an attribute, but I can use plant type magic, leaving the assistant somewhat speechless as he replied, "I see." And just like that, Damen successfully acquired the items, thanking him cheerfully, "Thank you so much." Behind
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him, Chenby swallowed hard to build up his courage. Standing nearby, Esta quietly observed each of their reactions. Even Damian, who seems like he only cares about playing around, is preparing in his own way. Can Chenby break out of his shell this time? A few
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minutes later, preparation time was up as Pun's announcement echoed in everyone's ears. I will now assign starting points. Check your names and proceed to your respective locations.
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Esta and his two friends intently studied the map. Scanning the board to find his spot, Estam muttered, me starting point number three. Finishing that, he checked on his companions.
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Damian was already waving goodbye cheerfully, "Hey, see you inside." While Chenby offered a warm blessing, asked her, "Damian, good luck on the exam." The didn't reply, simply thinking with a serious expression, "Everyone gets a different starting point." A few seconds
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later, he arrived at his location. Looks like there are six people at point number three, none of whom I know. This reminds me of when I was a supervisor assigned to a different unit. Feels pretty uncomfortable. Suddenly, someone
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approached and probed, "You're a right." The stag glanced at the three youths and silently evaluated. What's this? They don't look like they're from class M3.
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I've never seen such arrogant and conceited faces. The lead youth spoke with high arrogance. I'm Dybey. I heard you're pretty good at fighting, so I'd like to make a proposal. To which ET replied calmly, "Go ahead." Dybie instantly broke into a smug, cocky smile
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and declared, "I want to buy the bracelets of anyone who gets eliminated." He continued pitching the deal eagerly, "30 gold coins per bracelet, including you and us. There are three of us. If we eliminate the other three, I'll give you 90 gold."
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Hearing that, a stack calculated silently, "30 gold coins, equivalent to a month's salary for an average family for a single bracelet. Not a bad price." Across from him, Debbie pressed on, "This isn't a bad deal for a stray from
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the gray district like you. Even if the young master is protecting you right now, how long do you think that's going to last? You'd better find your own path. Estad didn't reply, just quietly staring at him. He's not entirely wrong,
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though. Estee weighed his options calmly. Other people would think this is a cowardly deal, but these guys simply know how to make the best of what they have. If they've got money to burn, what can you say? It's clearly to our
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benefit. But puzzled, he asked, "Why 90 gold?" Assuming the amount wasn't enough, Debbie casually raised the price. "Not enough. Fine, I'll bump it up to 35 per bracelet, making a total of 105." But before he could finish, Stat
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cut him off. Even so, your math is still wrong. The stab pointed toward the other three guys and explained, "Looks like I'll have to recalculate for these young masters, too. That's three of them right." To which Dbby confirmed, "That's
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right." Following that, a stab pointed at Dubby's group plus you guys that make six people. Dbby answered wearily correct. Only for a stat to state, "Seriously, then why didn't you factor the price of your own lives into it? At
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35 gold coins per life, the total should actually be 210 gold coins." The three of them froze in absolute shock. Anger welled up inside Dyby. What kind of lone shark math is this? Doesn't a vulgar bastard like you know your place? Where
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the hell do you get off being this confident? Trying his best to hold back, he replied. Is 35 gold not enough? Fine, I'll raise it to 40 and that's my final offer, prompting a status smile in satisfaction. Then the total comes to
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240. Hearing that, Debbie cursed under his breath in disbelief. Is this guy out of his mind? Suddenly, an idea crossed his mind as he sneered contemptuously.
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Now I get it. A pitiful low life like you is trying to use this opportunity to line his own pockets. Dbby mocked him with supreme arrogance in his mind without realizing that greed is going to get you killed. I guess an uneducated
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stray like you can't see the big picture. What a waste of time. He gritted his teeth and irritation to carry out the young lady's orders.
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There's no better hound than Aster. But if this hound goes rabid, I'll just have to find another way. Glaring with disgust, Debbie turned to walk away. So negotiations are off. Fine, I'll pretend I didn't hear any of this. But Estee had
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no intention of letting him go, stating coldly, "Where do you think you're going?" Fine, walk away, but leave the payment for your group's bracelets before you head out. Duby spun back around, shouting angrily, "What are you babbling about?" While Estee explained
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with the utmost serenity, "If we load three cargo packs and three people onto a carriage and you take the cargo, you should at least pay for the space those packs take up, right?" Then he flashed a sly grin and demanded, "Pay up what you
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owe. 120 gold coins, 40 per head." Something inside Dubby's head officially snapped. Unable to hold back any longer, his companion started raging and cursing. "Damn peasant, I've never seen such an insulent piece of trash. How dare you forget your own station? The
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youth sneered with utter contempt. You think a noble like Dybe is anything like you? Even his ancestors held the title of Baron. As Dybe calmly called out, Faken. Unfazed, Faken kept yelling in a fury. Dybe, don't stop me. Today, I'm
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going to teach this piece of trash a lesson he'll never forget. As the guy called his name again, Faken. This time, realizing something was off, Faken finally clamped his mouth shut and looked back. He saw Dbby raining in his
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anger and ordering, "Will you shut the hell up?" Following that, Dbby pulled out a coin pouch and handed it over to Ste. 120 gold coins. Happy now? While internally fighting to keep his sanity, calm down, Dybie. The young lady's
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orders are more important than this idiot. Dbby forced himself to focus on the massive gains to stay level-headed.
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If we nail this deal with her, our guild's influence is going to multiply 10fold. Across from him, his dad took the coin pouch and remarked casually, "I didn't realize you were a client of such high status." He then cheerfully
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declared, "In that case, the price for a high status client like you goes up by double, making a grand total of 160 gold coins." Keeping his cool, Dbby handed over the rest. Fine, 160 gold coins.
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Then he stared daggers right at a stab, issuing a chilling threat. From this moment on, I'm going to show you just how miserable 160 gold coins can make your life. You can look forward to it.
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High overhead, the sun hung directly at its peak. Down on the ground, the teaching assistant activated the magic array while reviewing the rules. Let me remind you, if your bracelet stops working, you're eliminated. The energy shield activates whenever your body
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takes a direct physical attack. Chenby lifted his arm to inspect his bracelet as he listened to the assistant's instructions or any attack infused with mana, looking anxiously at his arm while the examiner's voice continued echoing in his ears. If the energy shield is
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shattered, the bracelet will drop right where you stand. Nearby, Damen listened absent-mindedly, and the wearer will be forcibly teleported outside the test zone, so there's no risk of severe injury. Not far away, Dalia narrowed her eyes to steady her focus. The
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brown-haired girl also stared intently ahead with a tense expression. Estas stood indifferently, waiting for the timer to start. Behind him, Dubby stared dagger straight into the back of his head. Wrapping up the rules, the professor turned around and gave a nod
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of confirmation. Raising his cup, Paron gave the unhurried command begin. Instantly, magic arrays lit up across the area. The other professors quickly pulled up display screens. Teleportation complete. Internal video feeds active.
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The evaluation has begun. Glancing at the visuals, Paron silently assessed. Dalia and Damian are at the same starting point. And also, suddenly, one of the screens glitched out, making the assistant panic. What's wrong with this thing? While another instructor asked in
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shock, "What? The screen went black. Didn't you thoroughly check the magic crystals?" The man frantically denied, "No, I checked them twice." Pun sat down his cup and spoke with steady calm.
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"Relax. I checked the magic crystals myself, too. So, which starting point is that?" Turning pale with dread, the assistant reported that that's number three. Meanwhile, right at that specific location, a furious estad declared, "Young masters, you've just been slapped
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with an extra 320 gold fine for insulence." The dazzling sun beat down fiercely from the sky. Down on the ground, the teaching assistant activated a magic array while lecturing on the rules. Let me remind you all, if your
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bracelet stops working, you're eliminated. The energy shield will activate upon taking a direct physical blow or any mana infused attack. Even if the shield is broken, the bracelet itself will remain intact. Standing in the courtyard, Estal listened calmly,
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and the wearer will be forcibly teleported outside the test area, so there's no need to worry about serious injuries. Behind him, Dubby shot him a resentful glare. Wrapping up the explanation, Paron instantly announced, "You may begin." Instantly, groups of
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students were teleported into the testing grounds. A few seconds later, they materialized at their designated spots. "Tleortation complete." The moment the magic array faded, a stack conjured a blue sphere of energy and spoke up. "All right, my dear clients,"
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he directed the energy sphere toward the ceiling while turning his head back with a taunt. "You guys were staring at the back of my head like you wanted to drill holes through it." Flashing a scornful provocation, "We don't have much time,
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so let's get started." making Diaby's trio immediately channel their energy right at a staff. Diaby broke into an arrogant mocking grin. Arrogant little brat. Let's see how long that confidence lasts. Right after that, a fireball materialized and shot rapidly toward a
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staff. He sidestepped swiftly to dodge it. Analyzing in his head, let's see. Getting hit by a spell means elimination and forced teleportation. In that case, the stab's figure swept past the fireball like a gust of wind. He closed
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in on the three of them with agile movements and raised his leg to attack.
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Just dodge and strike. And if I retract my mana right before impact, his leg lashed out with a powerful burst of force, catching Duby completely off guard, as Struck him right in the neck while calmly thinking, they won't be
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flagged as eliminated. The very next second, he spun around to unleash a flurry of punches and kicks against the nearby companion, beating them up with this new method is actually pretty satisfying. Without stopping there, ducked under a fireball while taking
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care of the last remaining guy. A wave of immense satisfaction washed over him. Absolute perfection. Moment later, standing tall among them once more, he spoke up. Our young master must be rolling in wealth, huh? Recruiting all these guys in such a short span of time.
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Now then, let's see. Staring hard at Dybe with an icy gaze, Estad declared coldly, that'll be 320 gold coins as a penalty for your arrogance, and from now on, I'm deducting one silver for every single hit. Sound fair? Inside the
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labyrinth, the dust kicked up by the recent clash still drifted through the air. Struggling back to his feet, Dbby cursed with a furious tone, you bastard.
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His face was swollen all over, but that couldn't stop the stream of insults spilling from his mouth. Just you wait.
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How dare you? Who the hell do you think you? Not even bothering to listen. Estas swiftly used magic to shut Dobby up.
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Shut it. He then looked at the glowing aura around the guy and calculated. Let's see. That makes a 100 hits, meaning a deduction of 10 gold. Man, it's so hard to control my strength when Damian isn't around. After all, we can't
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have the victim and the culprit getting mixed up. Picking up the bracelet without a shred of internal remorse, he thought, and clearly I'm the victim here. Stashing the item away, Estam muttered with a hint of boredom, "All right, I've managed to snag six
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bracelets. What's next?" Plopping down cross-legged, he weighed his options in deep thought. "I need recommendation letters from at least three people, which means I still need two more after getting Professor Paron's reward, meaning another professor will have to
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step up and give me a recommendation." Propping his chin in his hand, a stab pondered, "What kind of jaw-dropping performance should I put on this time?" As his eyes swept over the surrounding architecture, an idea instantly flashed in his mind. How about I just wreck this
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entire trial hall? All I need to do is shatter the four main loadbearing pillars supporting the foundation. But then Esta rubbed the back of his head and instantly dismissed the thought. Are you insane? I can't do that. I'd end up
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making an enemy of the entire eastern continent. Failing to come up with anything else, he temporarily gave up.
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Why stress my brain over it? Since there's nobody to beat up right now, I might as well head outside and see what I can find. Walking away, he muttered softly under his breath. By the way, I wonder if those guys are doing okay.
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Meanwhile, from another section of the area, a chorus of panic screams rang out. Hey, isn't this straight up cheating? Damn it. Is pulling something like that even allowed? A terrified teenager widened his eyes in absolute horror and pleaded. Hey, at this rate,
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all of us are going to get disqualified. Young master, please. Begging with tears streaming down his face, "Let us through." And what had driven them to this state was none other than the golems controlled by Damian. Watching them with a thoroughly amused grin, he
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rejected them. Nope. Left with no other choice, the three of them had no option but to flee. one of them yelling while trying to fend off a golem. How on earth is he controlling golems using vine seeds? While his companion chimed in
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with a panicked whale, "Damn it, those vines are blocking my magic." Suddenly, one of the teenagers accidentally tripped over a rock on the path. That mishap sent him tumbling flat onto the ground. It also robbed him of any chance
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to run, leaving him staring up in sheer terror as a golem closed in on him.
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Seeing it raise a massive arm to strike, he couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a blood curdling scream. Over in another section of the exam grounds, Chenby wore a dead serious expression as he announced, "All right, listen up
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everyone. I just want to pass this test. Got it." Hiding hurriedly behind a wall, he pleaded loudly, "So, please stop attacking me." Though unfortunately, his fellow classmates had other ideas.
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"You're just a commoner. Shut your trap and hand over your bracelet." Elsewhere, after launching a relentless barrage, the white-haired girl panted heavily from exhaustion and ordered, "Hey, turn around and go grab it." Prompting the brunette girl to snap back an annoyance,
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"What? Why me? What if you stab me in the back?" Seeing this, the girl softened her tone to negotiate. Then, let's just leave that guy busy running around until he runs out of mana. To which the other retorted without missing
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a beat, "How the hell am I supposed to trust you? Did you forget you just stabbed that guy in the back a minute ago?" Hidden behind the wall, Chenby took in the scene and seized his moment.
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"Now's my chance." Decisively, he stood up and sneaked away, ignoring the bickering behind him and marching firmly toward his goal, Chenby thought, "I shouldn't be too greedy. All I need to do is pass the test, so this is fine."
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With that, he quietly sprinted along a stretch of the hallway. Suddenly, Chenby froze in shock as he noticed something unusual. Raising his arm in utter puzzlement, he muttered, "What's wrong with my bracelet?" Then he slumped in despair. "Did I get hit by a spell
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without even realizing it, guess I'm getting disqualified after all." Sitting down with his knees pulled to his chest against the corner of the wall, Chenby thought to himself, "I'm probably going to get teleported out in a few seconds."
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But as time ticked by, he remained right where he was. Perplexed, Chenby asked himself, "Why am I still not teleported?" When suddenly a voice rang out, cutting through his thoughts. Did everyone hear that? A contemptuous voice echoed, "Greetings, you bookworms of
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Zenian Academy." Hearing those exact words, Chenby's eyes dilated in sheer terror. That sinister voice, "That guy's definitely not from the academy." The realization made him scramble back up on high alert. While the intruder continued his broadcast, "You lot might not know
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who we are, but I'm sure a few of you can guess. And if you've guessed right, you know precisely why we're doing this." Simultaneously, the exact same audio broadcast reached Damen's location. I have a message for that person. We have no demands, only a price
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to pay for crossing the Great One. Barely catching the first few words, he wrinkled his nose in discussed. What is this? Totally creepy. Beside him, a golem suddenly emitted a weird faint mechanical were. But no one had the
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leisure to notice as the intruder coldly revealed, "Today, right here in this very place," with an arrogant declaration of doom, "very single one of you students is going to die." And right on Q, the surveillance monitors outside simultaneously flickered pitch black. An
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assistant frantically reported, "The control system has crashed." While inside, the intruder kept pouring salt on the wound. There's no way out now, so go ahead and die in despair. Contrasted against the panicked announcements of the teachers as all the magical viewing
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orbs went dead as well. One assistant couldn't contain his fury and barked, "Damn it, who the hell are you bastards?" Right at that moment, Pun slammed his hands down on the desk and stood up, his authoritative voice cutting through the panic enough. Calmly
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taking command, he ordered, "Stop wasting your energy. Go find the professors right now, and make sure you bring Professor Felina with you." To which the assistant whipped around and answered, "Right away, sir." Following that, a young man sprinted off urgently
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to relay the orders. Hey, call the professors immediately. Go find Professor Felina. The headmaster contact the headmaster too. Hurry. As for Pun, his anger flared so intensely that he cracked his desk in half. A terrifying expression twisted Paron's face. You
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damn pests. How dare you? Cutting back to the exam grounds, a disabled golem lay smashed against the wall. Tugging at his hair, Estam muttered a foul curse under his breath. Damn it. Watching the swarm close in on him, he snapped in
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frustration. What the hell is even going on here? Moving with blinding agility, Estelle launched into an attack against the golems, blocking his path. The more he fought, the heavier his heart grew.
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About 10 minutes have passed since that announcement echoed across the entire exam zone. Staring at the golems in sheer disbelief, he thought. Golems, things that are supposed to be sluggish and rigid, are suddenly moving this fast and agile. Observing their behavior
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while darting away, he deduced. Furthermore, they're pinpointing my exact location and charging straight at me. Defending himself while deep in thought, he reasoned. For these gate guardian golems to act on their own and rush us means someone tampered with the
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control system. They must have dragged every single golem out of storage, which explains why there are so many of them.
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They stay broke into a wide excited grin. Who the hell do these guys think they're messing with? I'm scavenger number one. I've survived everything under the sun except an aerial dog fight. Instantly generating an orb of dense power, he charged forward
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ferociously. I'm going to smash every single one of you to pieces. Over in another sector of the maze, Chenai wandered around looking thoroughly dejected. Frowning miserably, he thought to himself, "If I knew it had turn out like this, I should have just let myself
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get disqualified early. I thought I was going to die. Wait, I'm not dead yet, so I guess I'm about to die." Suddenly, he spotted someone approaching his position. Squinting ahead, Chenby tried to guess a survivor. Who's that? As the
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distance closed, Estaz's figure came into sharp, unmistakable focus. Instantly, Chenby waved his arms in joyful relief as, but his voice withered away into a weak squeak. Tur because hot on the guy's heels was an entire mob of rampaging golems. Jogging right past him
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with casual nonchalants. Aster tossed out a warning. Oh, it's you Chen by run. Terrified out of his mind, Chenby let out a shriek and scrambled to keep pace right behind him. As I glanced sideways at his companion with a weary
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sigh. I sense someone and came to check, but it wasn't Damian. At this rate, Chenai is going to get caught with that pathetic stamina of his. Well, looks like it's time for plan B. Decisively issuing a demand, Chenby, hand over your
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bracelet, leaving the boy staring at him in utter confusion. With absolute calm, Esta explained, "A golem's detection range isn't that wide. So, the only reason they're tracking us this relentlessly." Pinpointing the anomaly directly means the bracelet is linked to
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the control system. They're basically acting like homing beacons. Hearing that, Chenby pulled out his bracelet to inspect it. Looking worriedly at him, Chenby asked, "What about you?" asked her. To which he replied without a trace of panic, "I've already been flagged as
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the primary target, so my survival odds are actually higher if they keep focusing on me while you slip away. Once you're safe, I'll ditch them and go look for Damian." Stab pointed out flatly, "And you, you still have a family
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waiting for you, right?" He added with stern earnestness. "Anyone who has a chance to live should survive," making Chenbas eyes widen in sheer shock.
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Then he stared silently down at the ground. Memories of his family's parting words suddenly flashed through Chen by mind. "My son, don't worry about anything else and just focus on your magic. No matter what anyone says, never let them crush your spirit. You hear me?
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Big brother, you got to teach me after you graduate, okay?" Pressing his lips into a tight line, a fierce resolve solidified deep within his chest. Right after that, tears welling up in his eyes, Chenby screamed at the top of his
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lungs, "Damn it! Damn it all. You better survive. We're going to see each other again." Catching the bracelet tossed his way, Estas smiled with a promise, "I know." With that, Chenby bolted off head first into the corridor. "I don't have a
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choice. I have to live." The image of his family flashed across his mind. His parents, who bought him a grimoire instead of food, his younger sister, who was forced to drop out of school because of him, and all the privileges his
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family deserved but never got. Chenbby poured every ounce of his remaining strength into running forward as if chasing after that vision of his family.
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I have to give it all back to them. But abruptly, his mother's final words echoed in his ears. Chen by our pride and our hope. Chen by ground to a halt, standing frozen in a daysaz as he thought, "Am I really someone worth
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being proud of?" He stood motionless, recalling all the labels people had pinned on him, hesitant, utterly lacking in courage, a complete nobody like me.
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Then Chenai slowly turned his head back to look. He caught sight of a staff holding off the swarm of golems single-handedly. The sight forced a self- approach. Am I really worthy of pride if I run away and abandon a
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friend? Hell no. Decisively spinning back around. Chen by thought, "I refuse to let guilt crush me anymore. No matter how mediocre I am, I will never." He raised both hands with unyielding determination. Instantly, a golden aura flared up around his body as Chenai made
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his ultimate choice deep within. "I'm never giving up." Channeling his internal energy to its absolute limit, he declared, "I have to use the strongest spell I know." The figure of his mentor flashed across his mind as Chenby prayed fervently. The spell left
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behind by my mentor, the man who unlocked my talent. Please let it work. The sheer strain of forcing out so much mana, caused a bloody nose to spring from his face. But that couldn't stop him as he pleaded. Please. In the blink
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of an eye, a formidable spear materialized out of earth and stone. Please hit Earth spear. Gritting his teeth hard and fixing a fierce glare ahead, an old memory of his mentor's voice surfaced in his mind. What do you
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think? Sounds pretty badass, right? Chenbai vividly remembered the proud expression on the old man's face back then. Even so, watch closely. His mentor had conceptualized the technique with flawless precision, projecting its majestic aura just like a knight's lance
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piercing through everything. Returning to reality, Chenby looked in absolute wreck. But ignoring his condition, he roared at the top of his lungs after. He hearing the commotion, Esttow whipped his head around in sheer astonishment.
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He watched as Chenby hurled the massive spear forward with all his might. Instantly, it shot forward like a bolt of golden lightning, slamming directly into the pack of golems and obliterating everything in its path. Staring fixedly at the devastation, Estair arrived at a
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hardto- believe conclusion. That magic didn't just alter the shape of the stone within the trial hall. It fundamentally altered its very substance. Stunned in disbelief, he thought. Altering both form and substance is an insane feat.
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The emotions swirled into a complex mess. Meanwhile, right after unleashing the attack, Chenby coughed up a mouthful of blood. Looking utterly battered and drained, Est confirmed it with certainty. A level of magic Chenby has no business being able to control.
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Suddenly, Chenbai's legs gave out from under him. The st rushed forward just in time to catch him. Kneeling beside him, he called out calmly, "Chenby," forcing a weak, boastful smile, the boy wheezed a long time ago, "My mentor, I guess
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that's what you'd call him, gave me the spell called Earth Spear. Sounds kind of badass, right?" Instead, dead pinned his critique. Not really a badass name at all, prompting a disbelieving squeak from Chenby. Really? To which he immediately softened his tone, but I
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suppose it's not entirely uncool either. He added further with magic like that. The user is ultimately the one who has to prove it. Whether it's badass or not all depends on what you do with it.
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Emotion choked the boy's voice as he called out Aster. But before he could ramble further, Estach shoved a healing potion straight into his mouth. So stop acting like you're on your deathbed.
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You're not going to die from a little mana exhaustion, leaving Chenby to grown in agony. It stings and itches so bad.
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Letting the boy recover slightly, Estaf finally had the leisure to weigh his next move. Now, what do I do with this kid? I can't drag him along, but I can't just leave him here either. Beside him, Chenby stared down at his body in awe.
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Is this the power of medicine? Closing his eyes to scan for enemy signatures, Esta muttered, "Let's see." A mental map of the labyrinth crystallized in his mind. "If I'm reading these presences right, it's coming from that direction." Right after that, Est stood up and
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pointed the way for his companion, Chenby, walked straight down this corridor. Take a right at the intersection and you'll run into the other students. Hearing that, Chenby asked with immediate anxiety asked her, "What about you?" ignoring the question,
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Astad turned his gaze to survey the surroundings. His eyes caught a strange unnatural crimson aura emanating from one specific path. The monofl flow leading toward the control room is weird. It feels familiar, but it's not Declan's signature style. Therefore, the
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stazz expression turned dead serious as he resolved. There's something I need to take care of while internally cementing his decision. I got to go check this out. Shifting over to a staz perspective. Sprinting forward, a stray thought crossed his mind. Where the hell
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have I felt this exact sensation before? It feels like a memory of something. Not Declan, but something that brushed past.
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Midthought, our male lead rounded a corner. The moment he cast his gaze sideways and took in the sight before him, he froze dead in his tracks.
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Blocking his path was a spatial tunnel radiating an overwhelming oppressive aura of malice, prompting a name to instantly flash in Eas's mind. This is the demon realm, right? No wonder it felt so familiar. This demonic myasma is unforgettable, and there are demonic
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beasts swarming all over the place. Eyes narrowed. Estas surveyed the scene. Up ahead, shadowy humanoid silhouettes were clawing their way up from the ground, recreating the very cursed creatures that had terrorized the continent centuries ago. always pulling the most
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sickening stunts imaginable. Prizen, you pathetic scheming rad. The mere mention of that name twisted A's face into a terrifying bone- chilling grin. In a parallel development inside the control room of the trial hall, Pzen was laughing like a maniac. Haha, it worked.
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It actually worked. A demonic beast has truly manifested. The demon realm has been perfectly replicated. Last time we only got halfway with just the myasma, but this time it's an absolute success.
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All thanks to this ancient artifact. He crowed staring down greedily at the gauntlet strapped to his arm. A mental reel of his execution played in his head. Using an isolated pocket dimension, I slipped inside without hitting a single snag. And with the
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corrosive demonic myasma, I seized the control room. Not only did I secure absolute override control, but I even recreated the demon realm itself. Isn't this scenery just an absolute masterpiece? Right at that moment, a shadowy figure materialized directly
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behind him and demanded, "Success! You better not have cut any corners." Pryzen beamed with utter smuggness. Just generating the myasma fulfills our contract. The professor you're targeting is going to drown in despair anyway. An icy grally voice answered his arrogance,
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setting down a hard boundary. Fine, I don't care how you do it as long as Zen Academy, the place protecting that professor, gets leveled to dust. Pryzen offered a bow, though dripping with dripping sarcasm. Sure, whatever you say, you loyal attack dog of the noble
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bimemer family, as if you actually had a choice anyway. An insult that instantly triggered the hired hound as he hissed a venomous warning. If you want to keep breathing, you'd better keep my family's name out of your filthy mouth. Returning
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his attention to prizen, the man didn't dare utter another sound, though increasingly contemptuous thoughts filled his head. At the end of the day, this gays just a vassel to Declan, always standing around acting high and mighty. What a coward. But once this
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contract is over, the Bimer family is going to give me my own private lab. I can put up with him until then. More importantly, creating the demonic realm means fulfilling the cult's ultimate wish. How exhilarating. Oh, come on.
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Forbidden magic is saved. Those old farts in the guild are going to be drooling all over themselves, backing me up for sure. The more he thought about it, the more excited he got, practically drooling all over himself. Yet, his joy
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barely lasted a breath before the big guy standing in front of him snapped him back to reality. Hey, Pryzen, how's the core control going? We've got a cadet coming this way. The voice jarred Pryzen out of his delusions, but he immediately
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brightened up. Huh? A cadet? Haha. Our very first test subject has arrived. The big guy looked at him with a puzzled expression. Pryzen grinned broadly as he filled him in. Aren't you curious what happens when a human comes into contact
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with that much demonic energy? As he spoke, he watched the surveillance screen where Est was standing outside the demonic realm gate and explained further. He'll probably lose his mind or drop dead on the spot. Corrupting my asthma, that's all anyone ever knows.
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But according to old texts, it's different for humans with mana or ether. It triggers the human to beast phenomenon, turning them into monsters driven entirely by madness. All right, what are you going to do now? A golem at
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his back, a demonic beast ahead. There was nowhere left to run. Might as well just push forward, right? But it's not even that much of a hassle. Right as that thought crossed his mind, he suddenly saw a stag glaring straight at
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him as if the kid could see right through the surveillance magic. That caught Pryzen off guard. Then he noticed A's lips moving to mouth a few words.
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Get ready, Pryzen. Beside him, the big guy looked over at Pryzen with curious eyes and asked, "Have you ever met that kid before?" Pryzen shook his head in utter bewilderment. Huh? No. Who the hell is that kid that? How does he even
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know my name? What the hell is going on here? Right as that thought hit him, his eyes suddenly went wide as he watched a stab pull out a handful of test bracelets. Next, on the surveillance screen, the demonic beast swarmed
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forward in unison. Seeing that, a stack kicked off the ground, gathering powerful momentum before rocketing forward at windshattering speed.
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Consequently, before the demonic beasts could even lay a finger on him, they were the ones taking the hits. Moving with blinding speed, he slapped a test bracelet onto each of the demonic beasts. And those bracelets were precisely how the golems identified
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their targets. Consequently, the golems instantly redirected their aggression toward the demonic beasts. As for Esta himself, he stated coldly, "From here on out, slaughter each other." Inside the control room, Pryzen quickly realized Esta's game plan, his face turning as
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pale as a corpse as he shrieked, "No, my babies." Yet, before he could worry anymore about his babies, another realization hit him. "Wait, what about that kid? How is he moving that fast?" Through the surveillance screen, he watched a stat charging forward like a
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bolt of lightning. Panicking, he spun around to beg the big guy next to him, "Hey, stop him. Stop him right now, you idiots. He's breaking through. Go move it." No sooner had the words left his mouth than a massive explosion echoed
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from behind them. Meanwhile, Esta had successfully breached the laboratory. He casually called out a greeting. Long time no see prizen, we finally caught up, huh? Elsewhere, with pale pisspants terror written all over his face, his buddy Chenby stammered out the exact
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same phrase. Yeah, we finally caught up. How have you been, Damian? Or is it not you? Up ahead, Damian was using his plant magic to control the golems, flashing a bright smile as he replied spot on, I'm here to protect my friends.
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Look, these are Cberus number one, two, and three. Uh, yeah, cool. Chenby stammered in response, completely baffled internally. Wow, is using golems like that even allowed? Before they could exchange any more pleasantries, a white-haired girl piped up. Hey, how'd
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you manage to get all the way here by yourself? Prompted by the question, Chenby instinctively blurted out the method of ditching the bracelet that a stad mentioned to him. By ditching the bracelet. Didn't they already throw their bracelets away? Realizing the
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truth as he spotted the bracelet still resting on their wrists, he panicked and screamed, "Everyone take your bracelets off right now. The golems are tracking us through them." The white-haired girl blankly glanced down at her own wrist.
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Before she could even process it, a mocking voice cut in. "Haha, what a joke. This is a test zone. Why on earth should I trust you and take off my bracelet? Are you out of your mind? You are you trying to steal everyone's
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bracelets here?" The accusatory shout made Chen by tense up even more. The shoulderlenhaired student aggressively interrogated him. "You, your real intention is to rob everyone's bracelets here, isn't it?" Be warned, "Seriously, do you even realize how important the
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bracelet is right now? It's linked to the control system and basically functions as a tracking beacon.
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Skeptically, the student cross-examined him. Did you figure that out all by yourself? To which he awkwardly stammered. No, Aster told me. The shoulderlength student burst out laughing. I knew it. With heavy sarcasm, he continued, "You threw away your
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bracelet after getting scammed by some great district sewer rat. And now you're trying to cheat just so you don't fail the exam." Birds of a feather flocked together. The students tone grew increasingly mocking. Even you, the model student of the class, got
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corrupted by a sewer rat. The surrounding whispers broke out, leaving Beia completely caught off guard. But the next second, he gritted his teeth hard. Don't you dare talk about him like you know everything. Beia recalled the moment Estad told him to run while he
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held off the golems alone. Aster, you did that for my sake. A voice pulled him out of his flashback. When I first met Aster, Damen marched forward heroically to recount. I asked him what I had going for me, and he answered immediately
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without a single second of hesitation. You've got a friend, Damen declared with sudden maturity, unhesitatingly unbuckling the bracelet from his wrist as he proclaimed, "Therefore, I trust my friend." Damen casually tossed the bracelet onto the ground, I don't need
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this piece of junk. Take as many as you want. Shifting right back to his usual casual self, he urged, "Let's go, Chenby," leaving the kid wideeyed.
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Damian, a wave of confusion washed over Beia, you're not usually like this. Who the hell are you really? Back to a staff, he was standing face to face with Pryzen. Long time no see, Pryzen. So, we finally meet again. The staff flashed an
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excited, wicked grin. Back then, I even went all the way into the demonic realm just to kill you. Never thought I'd run into you here. Confused out of his mind, Pryzen looked from him to the guy beside him and protested. You lunatic, I have
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no idea who you are. What demonic realm, hound, what are you doing? Isn't your job supposed to be protecting me? The hound looked skeptical. Are you sure this is your first time meeting him? To which Pryzen insisted, "I'm telling you,
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I'm just as lost." The man let out a sigh, "Fine." Gripping his side tightly, the Hound muttered, "Kid, a contract's a contract, so I don't have a choice here." Radiating murderous intent as he stared down Esta, he warned, "I'm going
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to kill you without leaving a trace." Staff frowned slightly. Bimmer, one of Declan's vassel families. Rumaging through his memories, Bimemer's secret art, wind magic. Their speed and piercing strikes were wellknown, practically resembling archers, cultivated by specially training a
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discarded child. Reaching that conclusion, he stared at the man before him. "It's this hound, a true hound leading the charge on the battlefield.
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But a rising wave of doubt stirred in a st's mind. Frowning deeply, he barked out. Why the hell is Bimer's hound hanging out with a scumbag sewer rat like him? The hound glared at a stab, making no effort to hide his blood lust.
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What's your deal? Do you even know who we are? The stag growled back, shouting fiercely, I asked first, emphasizing every single syllable with a cold, piercing stare, he demanded, "Why is Bimer's hound hanging out with a scumbag sewer rat?" Choking on his words in
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disbelief, the hound thought, "What did he lose his mind facing death? What does that even have to do with you?" The st roared in fury, "Why is Bimemer's hound hanging out with such a scumbag sewer rat?" Answer me. Veins bulged violently
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on the hound's forehead, this lunatic. He screamed back in rage. Stop repeating the same damn question. With that, the hound swung his side toward staff. The razor sharp blade flashed like a feral hound bearing its razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear its prey to shreds. The
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stad didn't just stand there waiting for the attack. He lunged forward instantly, moving with agile grace, he slipped past the flailing chains and pressed straight ahead. Right in the thick of the intense exchange, he stubbornly kept pressing.
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Why is Bimer's hound hanging out with a scumbag sewer rat? Gritting his teeth while frantically weaving a magic circle with his free hand, the hound snapped. I told you to cut it out, you lunatic. Do you know me or what? Why are you so
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obsessed? The next instant, the hound sthe split into two. The dual metal blades spun furiously clockwise, emitting a piercing, screeching howl.
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Guided by the hound, they whipped around to strike Estas straight from behind. Bloodshot veins choked Esta's eyes as he kept hurling questions. Bimer, hound, sewer rat. The absolute last threat of the hound sanity snapped, his eyes bulging with savage fury. Stomping off
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the ground to lunge forward, the hound snarled. You crazy bastard. I'll tear you to pieces while you're still breathing. Confident as ever, he thought, "I've enchanted my weapon with recoil, spin, and velocity. There's no way you're dodging this." Out of
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nowhere, Estab paused and taunted, getting emotional, are you? He abruptly leaped backward the exact moment the twin blades lunged at him. Reaching out with both hands, a stab grabbed the chains connecting the weapon. I used to raise dogs. Giving a hard yank, he
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brought the blades to an abrupt halt, their tips scraping violently against the stone floor and sending sparks flying as a staff finished. And dogs tend to get anxious when you repeat loud, tense phrases over and over again, just like you right now. With that, he
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flashed a villainous, smug grin dripping with provocation. Livid with bloodshot eyes, the hound cursed, you dead set piece of trash, treating people like dogs, as he swung his arm to attack again. But before he could pull off anything dangerous, Estelle used the
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hound's own sythe to stab him straight in the stomach. Aren't you Declan's dog? Pryzen dropped his jaw in horror and screamed, "What are you doing, hound, if you lose to a brat like this?" The stout clenched his fist, discharging a burst
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of electricity. Showing zero mercy, he delivered a devastating blow straight to the Hound's face. A collision of sheer power. Standing frozen in place, Pryzen watched the Hound cough up blood right in front of him. The voice startled him
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back to reality. "Pryzen looks like you still love hiding behind other people's backs. But now it's just the two of us, isn't it?" He flashed a cold, chilling smirk. Furious, Pryzen whipped out a magic bomb. "Damn it, you little punk."
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Est raised the sythe high in the air. Before Pryzen could trigger it, Est cleanly sliced off the arm, holding the bomb at the shoulder. The man shrieked in agonizing pain. "My arm, my arm." Clutching his bleeding shoulder in
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panic. Prizen glared at him and yelled, "What the hell are you? Stay back. Back off." He glanced behind him, spotting something shifting in the distance. "The demonic realm, right, the demonic realm?" Pryzen grinned coldly with a threat. If you kill me, you won't be
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able to stop the demonic realm. Are you really going to let your friends die in there? The expression instantly turned dead serious. He replied indifferently.
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So what? Pryzen's eyes bulged. What? Est strolled slowly toward Pryzen. Fine, I'll wait. Make sure you thoroughly enjoy the sight of the demonic realm devouring everyone. His eyes locked onto him with merciless coldness. Next up, it's your turn. Est's voice dripped with
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murderous intent. Keep laughing while you still can. Stumbling back through the pool of blood, prizen thought in sheer terror, "Damn it, what kind of monster is this guy?" Not just regular demonic energy, but an entire demonic realm. And he doesn't even bat an eye
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watching it swallow his friends. The thought only fueled his dread. Recalling Est's warped expression and glowing red eyes, Pryzen wondered in deep panic, "Is he even human?" Stammering out a desperate plea, "I I can stop the demonic realm. In five more minutes, all
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your friends before he could finish, Estach cut him off, will be dead anyway." Pryzen pressed on, "It's supposed to. Why the hell not?" As Estad closed in coldly, lowering his voice to ask, "You're asking why." Mids sentence, Estas suddenly lunged forward to grab
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the arm wearing Pryzen's artifact, squeezing down hard as Pryzen let out a blood curdling shriek, "My artifact." Internally losing his mind, he stared down at his trembling empty hand in panic. When did he? The stag casually slipped's artifact onto his own wrist,
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taunting him with a smirk. You really thought you were the only one who knew how to use this piece of junk. Waving his hand over the orb, it instantly lit up as a stag gave a dry, nostalgic chuckle, memories flooding right back.
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From the orb, a magic array along with a phantom quartz block emerged. A gentle fragrance swirling around a stab while a shell shocked Pryzen stood rooted to the spot in sheer disbelief. Horrified with a twisted grimace, Pryzen thought
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nervously, "How the hell did he?" As if reading his mind, Estad tilted his head slightly toward Pryzen, dropping the temperature of his voice to a freezing chill as he emphasized, "How could I ever forget you? You're the one who
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taught forbidden magic to the young family head." With that, he repeated, "Forbidden Magic," pausing for a beat, he rattled off in a steady, deliberate tone. "They say blood runs thicker than water. The young family head survived, but you didn't. Naturally, Declan is
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going to pin all the blame on you and execute you. That's why I hunted you down because I wasn't about to let you become Declan's property. That was the true purpose behind his presence here all along. The Stan muttered somberly,
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"Turns out I chased you for quite a while. I wasn't in my right mind back then, so keeping track of time was tough. Even me, the guy who prides himself on catching anyone on the continent he sets his sights on couldn't
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catch you alone." Goes to show just how sly and slippery you really are. Hearing himself praised, Prizen eyed him with intense suspicious weariness. Stack kept burying his soul. From the gray district to the dark alleys of the kingdom, all
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the way to the empire's underworld. There's no place I didn't tear apart. My hands got soaked in plenty of blood.
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Chasing, chasing, and more chasing. And the place you finally picked was the demonic realm, he trailed off, cupping his head with a self-deprecating laugh.
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A stab beared his vulnerabilities with bitter sentiment. "Yeah, the demonic realm. I thought I was losing my mind.
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You were nowhere to be found. Demonic beasts kept swarming me. My body was collapsing from the myasma, and my sanity was shattering." staring at the artifact on his wrist. Then back at the glowing orbs, stat chuckled bitterly as
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he recounted. When I finally gave up and walked out of the demonic realm, a cleanup coordinator was waiting for me.
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He said he had info to report, but didn't have the guts to step into the demonic realm. So, he waited outside.
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You know what he told me, twisting his gloomy, contorted face toward pryzen, a stam mocked, he said you were dead, that Declan had caught you, and you spilled every last detail on how to use the forbidden magic and artifacts. Talk
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about a massive letdown. I sat outside the demonic realm for days on end, just staring at the sky. As I stay slowly closed the distance, Pryzen whimpered in agony from his severed bleeding arm.
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Panting heavily and growing weak, Prizen wheezed, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I've never been involved with any young family head of any noble house." Right then, St reached into a spatial vortex. Pulling out a vial of
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medicine and popping the cap, he remarked half- jokingly, half mockingly, "You're bleeding way too much. Must have slipped my mind." Flashing a deranged grin, he forcefully shoved the medicine down Pryzen's throat while grinding out.
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You're not allowed to die yet, so take a breather and listen to the rest of the story. As the medicinal liquid slid down his throat, Pryzen desperately calculated internally, "What's this? A healing potion? Is he saving me? This is
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my chance. I got to find an opening to counterattack and survive." Raising his head with a distant gaze, a stair reminisced, "Anyway, to continue the story." While I was staring up at the sky like that, one day a wyvern flew
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past. Witnessing that sight at the time had forced a stray thought out of him.
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Must be nice to be that free. Est raised his eyes toward the ceiling, reflecting on those days. Then I looked at myself and realized what an idiot I was.
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Somewhere along the line, my revenge stopped being about my comrades and simply turned into an outlet for my own pentup emotions. Just like that, I cleared the thought of revenge right out of my head while he was lost in his
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storytelling. Prizen, having recovered slightly, readied himself to strike, "Now's my chance." Muttering the incantation under his breath, forbidden magic. He was abruptly cut off as Estas spun around, clamped a hand over his face, and raised his voice with a
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mocking smirk. But today, I finally ran into you. With that, Estas slammed Pryzen's head straight down against the stone floor with burning red eyes and the look of a madman. He laughed derisively. Yeah, it's been a long, grueling stretch just waiting for today.
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That's why I went over the knowledge you left behind so many times, it's almost weird. The demonic realm, the forbidden magic, this disgusting artifact, the st yanked prizen's face back up by the collar as the man coughed violently.
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Working his magic as he spoke, he added. Furthermore, it recorded in agonizing detail how my comrades died. And as it happens, the one thing I've got plenty of right now is time, he said, snatching a length of chain as the air grew
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increasingly suffocating. Raising a hammer high in his hand, a stag grinned with feverish excitement. I'm going to recreate every single one of those pains for you. This is going to be so much fun. Realizing he was about to meet his
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end, Pryzen rolled his eyes in sheer helplessness, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he let out muffled whimpers in the back of his throat. Outside the dungeon, the space grew terrifyingly quiet. Outside the dungeon, the space grew terrifyingly
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quiet. The light shifted over the stone statues. Light finally returned to this desolate ruined place. A section of the high ceiling caved in, spilling blinding sunlight inside. Life began to stir again as people moved about normally, shouting to one another. The seals
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broken. Hurry, go find the cadets. Don't be afraid to die. Even if it kills you, you better save those students, you bastards. At that moment, the sound of clicking high heels approached. Felina cursed under her breath with intense
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annoyance. Damn it. Glancing around, she frowned deeply in thought. Wasted two whole hours because of that damn spell.
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I can't let a single person die here. Right then, an anxious voice called out, "Professor Felina," prompting Felina to glance over at the person calling her.
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The person held out a magic orb, reporting urgently, "All the spells have been dispelled, and the internal magic eyes are back online." Taking the orb from the person's hand, Felina barked orders to everyone around her in a loud
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voice. Rescuing survivors takes priority over catching the intruder. Since we don't know how the intruder might show up, broadcasting is prohibited. Whether using magic eyes or running on foot, find those kids, as everyone chorused in unison. Yes. And they scattered to
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search every nook and cranny. Before long, they tracked down the whereabouts of the kids. Some had passed out while others had cried their eyes out. Another group was safe and sound, horsing around and looking thrilled the moment rescuers
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found them. Even though all the students had been accounted for, Shelina still wore a deeply worried, pensive look.
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Watching them chat and laugh normally, her suspicions only grew. The intruder occupied the trial hall for two whole hours, yet not a single person died.
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Suddenly, a familiar voice drifted from the orb, interrupting her thoughts. "Professor Felina, can you hear me?" Prompting Felina to call back Professor Pun. Pun cut straight to the point, "I've entered the central control room.
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Can you look at my crystal orb display? I think you need to see this directly." And no sooner had he finished speaking than a virtual screen popped up before Felina, prompting her to say quietly, "Hold on a second." Catching sight of
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what was on the screen, Felina widened her eyes in shock, gasping in disbelief. This is Paran panned the view to the scene where two blood soaked corpses lay sprawled out. Reporting to Felina, there were two intruders. As you can see, this
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is what happened to them. With her brow furrowed into tight knot, Felina stared at the horrifying scene in deep thought.
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Even for me, someone who's witnessed countless horrific sights. This is hard to look at. Who on earth turned them into this? While Parn's voice barked through the comms, hey, go throw up outside. Lost in her scattered thoughts, she suddenly caught something. Wait a
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minute. At that moment, an information file on a staff was placed before Felina. As Gerarda stated briefly, it's this cadet. Felina picked up the paper to take a closer look while Gerarda reported based on her findings. Astray from the Grey District, but he enrolled
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using an invitation from the Blander family. And as you can see, combining the written info with Gerata's words, Felina couldn't help evaluating his mana output exceeds standard threshold limits. System error. This is way beyond the level of a mere cadet. Gerata
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proposed, "Seriously, write, "I don't know the full story, but this cadet needs to be monitored closely, professor." As if sensing they were talking about him, Esta unconsciously glanced over at Felina a few extra times. Suddenly, a low grally voice
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echoed, "Looks like I'm too late." Making Felina jump and instinctively spin around. Spotting the person before her, Felina gasped in surprise, "Hadmaster." As the man waved a hand dismissively, "Just call me headmaster." Scanning the surroundings to assess the
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situation, he spoke at a leisurely pace. "I tried to get here as fast as I could, but it looks like everything's already over." To which Felina replied tactfully, "There was nothing else we could do, sir. You had to travel all the
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way from the eastern continent's outer rim, earning a chuckle and warm praise from the headmaster. Anyway, thanks to you, the situation was handled smoothly.
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Worthy of my trust. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the headmaster steered the conversation back to the main point, asking Felina, "So, Professor Felina, in your opinion, was this young man the one who caused this tragic mess?" As he
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narrowed his eyes slightly at Estaz's image on the screen, sizing him up silently. A torrential downpour beat down against the nighttime sky. Outside the castle, the rain poured heavily.
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Every single mage possessed their own inner demon. Raindrops pelted the ground below. That bastard who appears out of nowhere to mess with your mind, and the outcome never ends well. Inside a Stasat practicing his breathing techniques in my past life, I didn't have any of this.
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Because of my role as a cleanup specialist, doing whatever I was told, even when my comrades died, we just accepted it as our fate. Sitting in silence with intense focus, if I hadn't died from the forbidden magic, I
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wouldn't have had any reason to be this furious. stay practiced diligently. I thought I'd managed to suppress those emotions, but that outburst inside the trial coffin was, in a way, the seed of an inner demon. Biting his lip hard, he
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thought, "This is a total mess now. Feels like I'm hugging a ticking time bomb that could go off at any second." Suddenly shifting his legs to stand up.
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But who the hell am I? Bouncing to his feet, he paced around and looked about for a former cleanup specialist.
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Nothing's more familiar than an unpredictable situation. This level of stress is actually a good thing. Holding the magic notebook, Estas slowly extended it toward the purple magic circle. By that logic, today, one week after the incident at the trial coffin,
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now that the chaotic atmosphere has settled, this is my chance. Physically and mentally, my condition today is at absolute peak performance. A moment later, a smile touched his lips as he looked down at the magic notebook in his
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hand, the Crimson Fire secret art. Time to conquer this bastard. Flipping through the pages and reading carefully, the secret art I learned in my past life was an attributeless technique developed specifically for cleanup specialists.
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This is my first time studying an elemental secret art like crimson fire. Narrowing his eyes with tense focus.
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That's why even though I've mastered the initial fire entry stage dozens of times before, I'm still going to review it right down to the final second. Setting the magic notebook on the floor in deep thought. The mana pathways used here
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aren't all that different from the heavenly technique. Closing his eyes tightly to concentrate. But if I just circulate mana through crimson fires pathways normally, I'll only end up with basic fire mana. Therefore, suddenly, crimson flames burst into existence
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around a sta imagery. I need to firmly grasp the form of that imagery. The crimson flames burned fiercely, a solitary flame blazing entirely on its own, needing nothing else. With his eyes still squeezed shut, a stamused, born from mana, yet burning even without
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mana. A flame that doesn't even thirst for oxygen. A blazing fire flickered steadily in the palm of his hand.
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Slowly, the flames burned brighter and more intensely, the fire hidden in the heart. Fire entry. A moment later, Esta opened his eyes wearily and looked down at the fire in his hand. That's genuinely destructive. Compared to the amount of mana I usually carry, this
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spell hits about twice as hard. Slowly adjusting the flames, let's see. The compression rate is one layer the limit for right now. And so a stab practiced obsessively, the propulsion is way too strong compared to attribute less mana.
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At this rate, I can't even hope to apply the collision formula using fire mana.
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Staring intently at the flames with a trace of regret. It's a shame I can't use the collision formula yet, but time will fix that. The image of Faren flashed in a sta's mind. Anyway, I've taken another step closer to that
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talented yet ill- fated mage, the heavenly technique. Now that I've added a fire attribute to the base technique, leaning his back against the corner of the wall in deep contemplation, now I just need a few reliable spells. Since
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fire attribute magic doesn't rely too heavily on compatibility between secret arts and incantations, grabbing just about any random one to use right now will turn out fine. Shifting his gaze to the side a moment later, never mind that. Looking toward the stairs to
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observe that strange pressure. Whoever it is they're flagrantly exposing their presence. Estas stepped forward, reaching out to grab the doornob, yanking the door wide open, he stroed out into the stormy night. Soaked to the bone, Estas stopped short and stared
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straight ahead. No wonder Professor Felina had a reason to be cautious. Standing boldly face to face with the headmaster, he thought. His sensitivity to mana is impressive and handling that tricky fire energy to this extent. After a brief silence, the man finally spoke,
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"Not bad at all, kid." Estab blurted out, "Headmaster, but the headmaster immediately corrected him. Call me headmaster." Narrowing his eyes with heavy emphasis, he turned serious.
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However, a sudden wave of icy air surged violently. Sensing trouble, a stack concentrated with all his might. "Damn it, what is the situation? Even that Henzy guy, why does everyone feel the need to interfere the second they lay
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eyes on me?" Slowly raising a hand, still, "Who the hell am I?" snapping into a defensive stance with a resolute expression. As a former cleanup specialist, I'd rather snap than bend.
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He repeated in his head unshakable conviction, the headmaster asked with a stony expression, "Aren't you going to greet me? Believe it or not, I hold the highest authority in this academy." The stad didn't answer, just glaring back with a fierce expression. Before long,
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he respectfully bowed and shouted, "Greetings, headmaster." "No, I mean headmaster, sir." As he reasoned internally, "Then again, spines exist to be bent right." Bursting into a hearty laugh, the headmaster remarked, "I like your spine, kid. Just keep your voice
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down a bit, making a stand nod frantically. I guess my voice was too loud. My apologies, headmaster. I was just so nervous, only for the old man to scare him further. Even if you screamed at the top of your lungs, nobody would
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come. I've sealed off all sound in the surrounding area. Thought angrily, "Since you showed up quietly, I was trying to yell so everyone else would come running, you crafty old bastard." Suppressing his irritation, he asked politely, "So, what brings you here,
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sir?" The headmaster sat right down on the floor and replied, "I came because I was curious about a few things, though I'm not sure if you'll answer honestly." Sitting down on the ground, he requested, "Let's sit down and talk
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first." Tense and gritting his teeth, Sta thought, "That's not blood lust. That's the real deal." Dropping slowly to one knee. Is this mana to generate this level of binding force using pure mana without even an incantation? The headmaster spoke up. Professor Felina
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told me that you seem to be hiding something. The falling raindrop seemed to freeze in place alongside the headmaster's words, "So, I'm asking." The ground beneath Esta's kneeling knee caved in violently as the old man asked his question, "What are you hiding?" The
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staff fought through the crushing pressure in a blind rage. Damn it. Is this seriously the same guy who was stuttering during his speech in the auditorium? This old man's a monster.
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Yet right then, Faren's face flashed in his mind still compared to that bastard. This old man isn't even a monster. A blue aura flared up behind a st as he analyzed the mana flow crushing down on him and adjusted his own mana to match
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it. Pointing a single finger upward. If the flow synchronizes, the repulsive force vanishes. and if I wedge myself right into it. With a swift, decisive chop forward interference formula, the mana has been scattered. Out in the academy grounds, the rain began to
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patter down as Estas said, "Seeing as you came all this way, sir, it must be about what happened at the trial coffin." Estas stood up casually, "Guilty as charged, I just happened to volunteer to clean up those little
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rats." Hearing those words, the headmaster let out a heavy sigh. He immediately asked, "You're not even trying to hide it." To which a stair replied bluntly, "It's not a secret worth guarding with your life. Sure, it's better if it never gets out, but
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it's not some massive heavy secret either. Glancing sideways at the headmaster, he probed, "So, do you have anything else you want to ask, sir?" But the headmaster just stared straight at a st in silence as the two locked eyes,
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leaving a static curse inwardly. "Damn it, just like the foreign incident. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that wyvern. Next time I'm hunting an orphan or something," the headmaster sat there in silence, letting out one heavy sigh after another. Watching the headmaster
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clutch his head in defeat, Esta thought. The headmaster's a rare brand of crazy. Serious one second, totally relaxed the next. Back to serious. And now he's laughing. Finally, the headmaster spoke up. That look in your eyes. Not bad.
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Let's do this. He proposed a deal that made a stag grimace. I'll just ask. And you only need to answer within the limits of what you're willing to share.
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Isn't that better than getting your ass beat? The headmaster ordered, "Sit down." And Esta obediently complied, "Yes, sir." The rain poured down as the two of them sat face to face in the downpour without a word. Glancing at the
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headmaster with frustration as Sta thought. The vibe is definitely way different from a moment ago. The old man's eyes glowed with a terrifying red hue, a wild feral aura resembling a battle mage. Perhaps that look, no, that atmosphere was his true nature once he
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shed the title of headmaster. But still, the headmaster spoke up. All right, I'll ask first, as it happens, but a stack cut him off to ask, do you happen to know which mage became a meal for that wyvern, sir? Hearing that, the
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headmaster widened his eyes in surprise, "Huh?" Est quickly deflected, "Never mind, sir. Please continue." Making the headmaster sigh and mutter, "Junior," as Esta retorted, "I'm a cadet and your faculty headmaster." Pointing a finger right at Esta's face, the old man
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snapped, "Talk back and I'll smack you. If I say you're my junior, you're my junior and I'm your senior. There's no faculty on a battlefield." Estee looked at the headmaster in sheer exhaustion.
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"What the hell is this old man babbling about? This isn't a battlefield, and I don't have a master, nor any seniors or juniors. But might makes right, I guess." Still Estabbed obediently, understood, "Senior," earning praise from the headmaster. "Good, now you're
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listening." Est slowly raised his head as the headmaster continued. Now, let's get back to our chat. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he emphasized, "Junior, the eyes of a war mage." With a deadly, serious expression on his face, the headmaster stressed, "Even so, what kind
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of bastards leave things in a state like that?" Prompting Estad to realize that blood lust was aimed at the intruders, not me. Amidst the relentless downpour, Esta asked, "So, shall we continue?" As the headmaster darkened, red sparks flashing in his eyes as he demanded,
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"Junior, which piece of trash caused this mess," looked at him suspiciously. "So, what are you planning to do about it?" To which the headmaster declared powerfully, "We're going to stomp them into the dirt. I'm sure his majesty will
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approve time to rally the old war comrades once again." Hearing that, Stan narrowed his eyes in analysis. "If they're old war comrades, they'd be war mages or knights who fought alongside us. They're not going to be some smalltime force." Thinking it over, he
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slowly dropped a name. It's about Declan. The old man probed, "Do you know which mage became a meal for the wyvern?" The stash shook his head, "No, sir." Prompting the headmaster to sigh, neither do I. Which makes your answer
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feel pretty insolent. Then again, maybe that trash was you. The stag couldn't help cursing internally. Damn it. Still as sharp as ever. It would make a great show if all the blame got dumped neatly onto Declan. But still, the staff
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straightened up and replied, "It's Vimmer." Making the headmaster nod, "Vimmer, both of them, huh?" The sta echoed, "One of them is Vimmer." Leaving only the magitech engineer Prizen. The old man wondered, "Do you have proof?" The stag grew irritated. Do you want me
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to chew it up and spoon feed it to you, sir? Leaving the headmaster to chuckle.
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Such an insolent way of talking. Fine, then how do you know about them? The stash shook his head decisively, refusing to answer. The old man stared at a sta hard as if verifying something.
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The rain kept pouring as their conversation continued. Next is After putting the pieces together, the headmaster clenched his knees tightly to hold back his rising anger. I see.
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Understood. The stat tracked his every movement. I've said everything that needed saying. I did my best to answer, but I can't talk about regression or the grimoire. And yet, the headmaster radiated an oppressive aura. You could feel his fury was real, and naturally it
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wasn't because of a poor answer. He pressed on, "Junior, do you happen to know which mage became a meal for the goblins? Why do I feel like you're being so insolent?" The staff flinched, forcing an innocent smile. Old age, I
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mean, must be a misunderstanding, sir. Prompting the headmaster to call him out directly. Stop smiling at me with those rotten goblin eyes. The staff squeezed his eyes shut. Yes, sir. While cursing internally, stuck up old geyser. The headmaster suddenly grew curious. So,
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you want to build a library as tall as a tower? He offered, "That's a meaningful plan. If you leave the top floor empty, I'll fill a whole wall of bookshelves for you." Gave a slight appreciative nod. Thanks, sir. While smiling
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internally figures, "The world runs on bloodlines, hometowns, and alumni connections after all." But the headmaster suddenly attached a condition. "As for the library pass, I'll grant it if you do me a favor." Wiping the smile right off Estab's face.
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Damn it. The old man suggested with a serious tone, "Junior, open your eyes wide and look closely. You should know that a single eye is enough to see the world. The staff forced a smile. I'm really looking forward to whatever favor
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you need, sir. Maintaining an outward calm while screaming bloody murder inside. Damn it, he looks like he's actually about to rip my eyes out. The headmaster shifted gears. All right, we'll save the favor for later. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. An
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artifact capable of generating a demonic realm. He emphasized, "It's dangerous, but on the flip side, it has plenty of practical uses. Spatial partitioning will definitely come in handy for the tower you're planning to build." making a staff sweat silently. He's right. You
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could say the artifact's primary function was spatial partitioning, a function powerful enough to completely block even the teleportation magic arrays of the trial corridors. He concluded, if it's a magic type even academy professors can't break through, it'll be super useful for protecting the
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tower later. The problem is, stated frankly, however, senior, I'm not very wellversed in magitech engineering. The headmaster suggested, then go see Professor Felina. I'll put in a good word for you. She's someone you can trust. That said, he lowered his voice
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with a warning. Though, even though I've decided not to pry into your background, convincing Professor Felina to accept you is going to be tough even for me.
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So, how about this? He raised a finger and began explaining. Estelle listened intently. The next day, the rain had cleared, leaving the sky bright and blue once again. Gentle morning sunlight washed over the academyy's dome. Inside the classroom, Estelle read quietly
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while the other students chatted noisily around him. Suddenly, a familiar, cheerful voice called out, "Hey, my friend." Beia and a noticeably plump Damen approached. Long time no see.
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Estelle looked at the two of them with an existential crisis. What happened to you guys? How'd you gain so much weight?
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Making Beia scratch his face sheepishly. A student walking past waved hello Chen by morning. Want to practice magic together later? As he politely replied, "Ah, yeah, sure." A female classmate also spoke up, "Damn, thanks so much for what you did back in the trial hallway."
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And Damen waved back friendly, "Yeah, thanks to you, too." Beia scratched his head awkwardly to explain, "Thanks to the info about the bracelet you mentioned in the trial hallway. Everyone keeps saying how grateful they are. Our friends even gave us elixirs as gifts
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and their parents helped our families out quite a bit. He expressed sincerely thanks Aster. The stack calmly set his book down on the desk. I don't think that's something you should be thanking me for. Leaving Beia confused. Huh? Est
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shrugged. I didn't force you to do anything. You're the one who convinced them. He affirmed. You're the one who brought about that change. Making Beia nod slowly. I see. Esta asked curiously, "What about Damian?" as the kid glanced
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back. "A Damian." Beia recounted. He tied up a golem using plant magic and made it do his chores. I think its name is Cberus or something, leaving Esta astonished he can control a golem. He's out of his mind considering he doesn't
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even bother having a proper attribute. Beia pulled up a chair to sit across from Esteea. Let's sit down and chat properly. It's been a week since we last saw each other, so we've got a lot to catch up on. An unexpected voice cut in.
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Really? I've got plenty to talk about, too. Startling Beia right out of his seat as he spotted the newcomer. Felina appeared out of nowhere, locking eyes with a stab as she demanded. asked her, "Spare me a moment." Hearing her voice,
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he turned around, "Professor Felina." The sun had climbed high into the sky, bathing the entire academy in bright light. Inside the parlor, Felina asked slowly, "Do you know why I called you here?" Estelle looked around the room and replied, "I assume it's not for
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psychological counseling." Settling into her chair with a nod, she answered, "Correct." Crossing her legs, Felina spoke in a measured tone, "I've heard the reports." Tilting her head with an authoritative probing aura, she asked, "Are you the descendant of a former war
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mage? Was Vimemer the mastermind behind this incident?" The didn't deny it. instead spitting out with deep contempt a bunch of trash which Felina agreed with. Generally speaking, anyone tied to Declan is trash. He silently reflected that lines up with what the headmaster
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no senior arranged. Pulling stunts under a fake identity in blander is way too risky. So instead, we went with the background of a war mage's descendant wandering the continent while hiding their identity. So this was the cover story the headmaster had coached a style
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on during that rainy night. calculating internally among those backgrounds. Having a master who holds a deep grudge against Declan and Vimmer fits my actual situation, so this persona is a perfect match. Felina let out a sigh. Anyway, there are countless suspicious points.
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But since the headmaster vouched for you, I'll let it slide for now. But before that, Asa waited quietly for her to continue. For some reason, Felina stopped talking, her cheeks flushing red. A second later, she leaned back against her chair, running a hand
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through her hair. For now, I'll cover up the whole thing. At the very least, you don't seem like someone who'd pose a danger to the academy. In Before she could finish, Esta interrupted, "Professor," hesitating, he added, "I'm sorry, but I'm a cadet in your faculty."
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The age gap, leaving Felina staring at him wideeyed in sheer shock. "What the hell is wrong with this kid?" Hearing Esta's words, Felina immediately lost her temper, you little brat. Right after that, a violent gust of wind surged
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around her body. But the next second, Felina clenched her teeth and forced her power back down. Then, she spoke up with a hint of annoyance. Damn it, it's so awkward trying to do something that goes against my nature, but some things just
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have to be said. A blush crept onto Felina's face as she awkwardly expressed, "Thanks to you, we managed to protect both the trial hall and the students." Instantly, Estas stood frozen in place. Recovering his wits, he muttered inwardly, "Is that so?" Then
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Estas suddenly called out, "Professor," causing Felina to turn toward him with a suspicious look, spit it out. After a brief moment of deep thought, Estam made a serious request, "As you heard from the principal, my goal is to establish a
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library, a library open to everyone. If you don't mind, would you be willing to donate your books? Without much hesitation, Felina generously agreed.
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Not bad. Fine, I get it. Hearing this, a quiet surge of joy washed over Ste as he calculated, great. After Professor Faren and the principal, that's my third secured academic connection. As soon as he finished speaking, her tone
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immediately turned solemn as she stated, "Then let's get down to business." Felina stared intently at Ee and calmly explained, "Researching how to apply the artifact that created the magic zone might take quite a while." Her tone turned stern as she revealed, "The
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danger is immense, but that's not the main issue. If necessary, I can destroy it at any time." Immediately afterward, Felina abruptly shifted her tone, and this caught Esta's attention. Seeing her face turned cold, she warned, "The people who will come looking for that
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gauntlet are the real danger." The forbidden magic syndicate, Salvadium, Yasta acted as if he hadn't heard clearly and asked, "Silvertown." Seeing this, Felina irritably corrected him, "Salvadium, say something stupid like that again, and I'll puncture your eardrums." With a cool expression, she
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explained, "The Forbidden Magic Syndicate Salvadium, true to its name, is an alliance of those who have mastered forbidden arts. They act independently, but they share a common goal." Felina's eyes turned icy cold as she recounted, and that goal is to
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recreate the magic zone. Then she offered a grim warning, and that Brat Pryzen, the one who figured this out, must have had ties to the syndicate since he ended up dead. Looking right at him, Felina asserted, "So they'll come
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after you to retrieve the artifact." Her expression grew dead pan as she warned, "They're going to be extremely persistent, no less than the Deculan family. I don't know what you're hiding or how strong you really are, but once
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you've become a target of the Syndicate, you could very well die." Hearing that, Esta thought calmly, "Die, huh?" After letting out a sigh, he cooly assessed, "Mean a clash with them is inevitable.
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No big deal. I'll just wipe them all out." Having made up his mind, Staff flashed a mischievous grin and replied, "Got it. I'll keep that in mind." Seeing his expression, Felina widened her eyes in disbelief. Look at this little punk.
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Without waiting for her to speak, Estach continued with a request. So, I'd like you to study this artifact. The next second, he placed a gauntlet down on the table. Seeing this, Felina smiled Riley and conceded, "You've got quite the
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ambition, you little goblin. Fine, I'll take a look at it." Right at that moment, someone rushed in from outside and yelled, "Professor Felina, there you are." Hearing the guy cry out in panic, "Right now, at the academy," the young
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man announced with rising tension, "ad of the Deculan family has arrived." Instantly, St's eyes dilated in shock.
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Outside the academy, a carriage was slowly rolling inward, causing an immediate uproar among the crowd. The head of Deculan is actually here. Titan security enforce strict control and get the victim's parents. Take the students to the dorms right now. At the end of
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the pathway, a group of people was already standing in weight. Leading them was none other than the school's principal. Over there, the carriage rolled slowly along the stone paved road. Up top, a man was casually driving the horses. Staring at him, the
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principal fell into deep thought. So, this punk is the current head of Deculan. Faren felt the gaze and met it directly. The principal showed no fear, quietly evaluating him, a genius who earned the title of arch mage and became
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the head of Deculan at just 30 years old. However, what's far more widely known is that Deculan's tyranny only grew worse after he took over right. He let out a sigh, "You shouldn't easily believe rumors, but one thing seems
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certain." The principal thought Riley, under the founding principal's motto, even royalty had to accept getting their boots muddy at this academy. Yet, this guy is too arrogant to even set foot on the ground. He calmly muttered inwardly.
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Yet he lowers himself to act as his own coachman, trampling the academyy's traditions with horse hooves while leaving people with no grounds to object. What a crafty bastard. Right at this moment, Fen propped his chin up in deep thought. He then spoke coldly, "Not
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yet." His words left the principal baffled. "I'm afraid I don't follow your meaning, Lord Head." Hearing this, Farnen nonchalantly explained, "Ah, I caught wind of some news. I heard the trial hall was occupied by a bunch of pests." Instantly, he fell into silence,
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then quietly muttered an oath under his breath, "That bastard." The principal questioned with a tone laced with anger.
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Lord Head, did you go out of your way to come all the way here just to spout this nonsense? He found it hard to believe.
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Is he still testing me right now? Radiating aura while deep in thought, he analyzed. We haven't officially announced who the attacker was. Only a few people know that Deculan is behind this. Glaring at the man before him, the
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principal seriously considered, "Given the situation, what on earth is he planning by talking such rubbish?" Facing his fury, Faren smiled and answered, "No way." Raising his hand to channel his power, he put on a helpful facade. I came to help since the academy
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seemed unable to handle the situation. I personally captured those pests right from the main family estate. As soon as he finished speaking, several dark objects dropped down. Immediately, the principal's eyes widened in horror. Farn simply displayed a row of heads and
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declared, "The head of the Vimmer family. I've offered up his entire bloodline, nipping it in the bud. How is it? Does it suit your tastes?" Up on the rooftop, Esta wasn't all that surprised.
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As expected, he really did decapitate the head of the Vimemer family. He judged silently in his head, "Well, thinking of far and from my past life, this isn't strange at all. He's the kind of guy who would reach out and kill his
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own flesh and blood as long as it benefits Deculan." The staff pondered thoughtfully, "Still, the timing of this is way too coincidental." Observing the man closely, he quickly analyzed, "I only mentioned Deculan and Vimemer to the professor last night, and today he
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shows up like this. Is he just lucky or is he sickishly meticulous?" Unable to guess, a stag gave up and stood up to leave. At the end of the day, you're just human. In my past life, he was an
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incomprehensible entity I couldn't even sense. But what about now? A confident, arrogant smile spread across his face, a towering mountain. Estelle leisurely reached out his hand, just temporarily, though. But he pointed straight at the head of the Deculan family and clenched
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his fist. In this lifetime, I might just take his head. High above, the sky was clear and bright. And so, a few days passed in the academy was quite lively.
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Faren's public execution display had left a deep impression on everyone. The exhibition of the Vimemer bloodline where Farnen appeared was already shocking enough. But Farnen had gone a step further there. He made a earthshattering decision. He would send
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a direct descendant of the Deculan bloodline to enroll as a student at the academy. In other words, a powerful card known as a hostage that only a prestigious family could play. Not only that, but because of this action, the
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royal family also issued a directive whether the two sides planned it together or not. The royal family immediately announced the enrollment of the third princess. But those matters had nothing to do with Esta. right now.
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That was a story for a bit later. At the earliest, they would enroll next semester or at the latest next year.
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More importantly than that, beside him, his two friends cheered in unison. It's a festival. On campus, people bustled back and forth. The Pistonike Festival was a victory celebration meant for academy students who had been mobilized during wartime. Looking at his two
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friends, Estella out a must be treating the trial corridor incident as the equivalent of that. Well, it's also a good excuse to stir up the academyy's gloomy atmosphere. Glancing at the crowds along the path, he calmly judged.
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Maybe that's why alcohol is available at the academy festival. Since the Pistonike Festival is a victory celebration, the academy seems to have allowed it. The staff thoughtfully added, "The mercenaries hired for security probably aren't allowed to drink openly while on duty." At that
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moment, having won a drinking bout, a brown-haired man laughed hardily. This guy is nothing. All right, who else wants to join the next drinking contest?
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Instantly, a heavy pouch of coins slammed onto the table. Following that, Damen eagerly shouted, "Me, me, I want to try, too." Seeing it was him, Chenbia cried out in panicked. Damian. Suddenly, the school PA system echoed across the
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courtyard, announcing to everyone, "The Pistonike awards ceremony will begin shortly. Anyone attending, please gather in front of the sage's hall." Right away, Damen was grabbed by the collar and dragged off. Dragging him along while looking nonchalant. Stam muttered,
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"Let's go." Inwardly, he was filled with eager anticipation, "If someone put in the effort, they deserve to be rewarded." A playful smile bloomed on his face as he silently declared, "Now then, it's time to harvest." Inside the hall, the MC enthusiastically
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introduced. And now, a few words from the principal. Right after that came the main event of the ceremony. Next, we will proceed with the awards.
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Recipients, please step up to the podium when your name is called. Dalia was called up first, Dalia Detinal.
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Immediately after was Damian, Damian von Blandar. The MC continued reading, Eivelyn to Planter. Next was the formerly timid youth, Chenby. In the last person called was Esteea asked her, glancing sideways at Eline, he pondered, "Evelyn deplancher, daughter of the Gold
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Trading Company. But come to think of it, there's something very suspicious about her. The sta thought with a hint of confusion. I don't remember her standing out anywhere in my past life.
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Still, with the students testimonies backing her up, I guess she's being recognized as a contributor. Unable to figure it out, he shrugged it off.
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Whatever. Time to collect my prize. Catching sight of the gift, Esta was overjoyed. Naturally, it had to be top tier spiritual medicine. When his turn came, the principal wore a gloomy, unhappy expression. I extend my deepest gratitude for your contribution, Aster.
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But Esta ignored it and instead cursed inwardly, "Old man, do I have to return the box. It's not even pretty. It's just trash." As if reading his mind, the principal threatened him with a vicious expression. "If I find it in the
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incinerator, I'll burn you right along with it." Catching his drift, Esta accepted the gift and thought mischievously, "I'll just burn it in secret then." A little while later, all the prizes were distributed, and with that, the award ceremony came to an end.
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We wandered around the campus again, enjoying the festival. Esta had played a game and guessed everything correctly, leaving the stall owner terrified. Damen kept eating non-stop, and Chen Beia had practically punched a hole in the ground. "We've been running around
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non-stop lately, so unwinding a bit today probably wouldn't hurt." Under the evening sun, the school looked utterly peaceful. In the night fell and streaks of light shot up into the sky right after, a flurry of fireworks blossomed across the space. The three youth stood
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in awe of the dreamy beauty. Bathed in the brilliant light, Estad dazedly whispered, "The fireworks are going off." His mind relaxed and began wandering. It's a bit of a waste of money, but you can't deny it's impressive. Estab closed his eyes to
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steady his mood. Then he made a firm resolution. Someday in the future, Estelle will definitely make this dream a reality. On the day I build my own tower, I'll splash cash around just like this, right? The very top probably won't
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have much of a view, so I'll watch from the highest floor that can still catch the scenery. I'll throw a festival that lasts a full week, even if I can't witness every single moment myself. In his mind, he vividly pictured the scene,
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and the grand finale will be the ascension of the sage, Grand Sage Aster, riding on the back of a wyvern, opening a new era for the continent. A white wyvern sounds nice. The next day, an owl suddenly landed on the window carrying a
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letter. Seeing it, Esta thought helplessly, "No, not this kind of white owl." In the end, he still got up to retrieve the letter. Opening the note, Esta saw just two words, "Same place." Inwardly, he called out, "Old man."
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Without a moment's hesitation, Est climbed onto the windowsill, calling me out at the crack of dawn right after the festival. You really are hardworking old man. Even your summon looks exactly like you. In the blink of an eye, he leaped
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far away. Deep in the forest, Esta walked leisurely. Staring at the structure before him, he put his hands on his hips and marveled. Man, this building's been abandoned for ages.
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Approaching the house, he thought deeply. Since it used to be used by fixers long ago, it was abandoned and forgotten by the academy. It's the perfect spot for secret chats. Pushing the door open, a stab poked his head in
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and called out, "Old man, I'm here." He was answered by the man's dignified voice, "You've arrived." Hearing the white owl immediately fly away, Esta didn't pay it any mind and simply answered, "Yeah, but glancing around, he asked with confusion, "What's with all
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this? By now, this is basically an office." I thought about that, but damn tradition left me no choice. The principal didn't answer and instead offered an invitation, "Care for a drink." Amidst the sound of pouring water, Stack casually inquired, "What's
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the occasion bright and early like this?" The principal replied in an easygoing tone, "What didn't I mention it earlier? I told you I had a favor to ask." Instantly, he figured out the principal's agenda. Is this about that
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request I traded for the library pass? Across from him, the old man rummaged through his pockets. Well, it's a pretty simple request. He then produced a slightly crumpled letter. Deliver a letter to a friend of mine for me. In a
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flash, all the relaxation vanished from a stad's face. I smelled trouble. Massive trouble. Right after he calmly queered, "Where do I need to go?" The principal placed the letter on the table and recounted in a serious tone. I
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checked in with some old comrades and pinpointed where that bastard is hanging out. He hides himself pretty well.
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Following that, he solemnly uttered a name, Hammer Great Forest. Instantly, Esttow cursed under his breath, "Damn it!" Based on the knowledge he'd acquired so far, the Hammer Great Forest had been preserved since ancient times.
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That vast land not only teamed with all sorts of monsters, but also held priceless magical materials, and he wanted him to find someone in a place like that. Sensing Esta's mood, the principal softened his tone to reassure him, "It won't be that hard. People live
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out there, too. If you check a few campsites, you'll find him soon enough." Esta hesitated, "Old man, I'm sorry." But before he could finish, he was cut off. Write, "I almost forgot to mention this." The principal pulled out a list
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and said, "I prepared a little gift for my hardworking junior." Scanning the paper, a stag gasped in disbelief. Two top tier spiritual medicines, five high tier spiritual medicines, 10 mid-tier spiritual medicines. Once he finished reading, the old man casually asked, "By
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the way, what were you going to say after, "I'm sorry, but at this point, Estee couldn't help trembling slightly as he muttered the words back, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but right away, Estee broke into a bright grin and
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replied, "I'm late leaving the academy." Inwardly, he was ecstatic. The price was simply too good to pass up. High in the sky, white clouds drifted lazily. Down below, the entire academy was bathed in warm sunlight. Pulling out the piece of
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paper to check it once more. The staff felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and satisfaction. Just looking at it brings me peace of mind. He calculated silently, "If you count the festival prize, I've got a total of three vials
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of top tier spiritual medicine. Life is truly amazing." Not only that, Sta unfolded the voucher beneath it. And best of all, reading the words on it, he couldn't contain his excitement. An artifact crafting voucher from the Ayurin workshop. A crafting voucher from
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a prestigious workshop that even nobles have to wait in line for. Why is something like this in my hands? This went back to a few hours earlier when Esta was talking with the principal. The price for something too good to turn
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down, just as I thought, the old man is hiding something. At the time, Sorrow crossed the old man's face as he explained, "Originally, I intended to invite him back to the academy. With the magic zone, the Deculan family, and all
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this mess, I figured I'd need his help. The principal's tone remained calm, but he said it would be awkward to come back here. He said he had business to attend to. At that point, his voice turned exceptionally gentle as he commanded,
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"So go on and help that bastard take care of his unfinished business." The stair responded with a blank smile. "Old man, do you have any conscience at all?" Putting the two papers away, he sighed softly. I protested the scam of a
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mission and asked for higher compensation. I almost got beaten to death just for speaking the truth.
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Suddenly making a connection, Esta's expression turned thoughtful. Come to think of it, he analyzed quickly in his head. I was planning to use the top tier spiritual medicine to boost my mana pool, but now I've got three vials. I
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don't need to hyperfocus on mana capacity anymore in this case. Esta immediately thought of a specific technique, a skill created based on a knight's reinforced body and achieved through ether. Mana blade. He smiled faintly, joy bubbling up inside him. The
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technique that let me break past the limits of a cleaner in my past life.
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It's finally time to overhaul this frail, fragile body. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Estab resumed his leisurely demeanor. A mage with a knight's physique, and in my case, plus the shock formula, the interference formula, and countless other techniques
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I couldn't use before. A grin that he couldn't suppress spread across his face as he made his prediction. I can reach heights even higher than in my past life. In the spacious mansion district, golden sunlight poured down upon the
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roofs, illuminating everything brightly. Inside, Esta was sitting quietly in meditation. He suddenly opened his eyes, muttering in a low voice, "All right, now let's begin." Following that, without a moment's hesitation, he took out a medicinal pill and consumed it.
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Instantly, a surge of golden aura suddenly appeared around A's body. Unfazed, he calmly adjusted his body to absorb the medicinal power and breathing techniques as usual. But this time, he would pour every single drop of magic from the top tier spiritual elixir
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directly into his body. Following Est's movements, the aura gradually infiltrated every part of his being, letting the magic permeate right down into his joints, muscles, and nerve cells. This was the most crucial goal.
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Suddenly, Est's eyes bulged wide as visible veins popped out on his skin. He glanced down in sheer disbelief. Damn it you again. Catching sight of the mark on his chest, Estelle let out an annoyed low cry, the fire brand. But because he
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was in the middle of a critical phase, he hurriedly forced his emotions to settle. I almost lost my focus, but if the fire brand activates like this, a wide smile spread across his st libs. A surge of anticipation welled up
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instantly in his heart. What kind of luck are you going to bring me this time? The next second established himself harder in his training, proceeding calmly according to plan.
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First, circulating magic throughout his entire body instead of just the magic stone. At this point, he carefully controlled his power, injecting magic into every single muscle fiber, and abruptly, Esta let out a groan of pain.
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Seeing himself hunching forward, his inner voice screamed endlessly. This is insane. It hurts so much. It feels like every muscle fiber is slowly being torn apart. Veins bulged all over Sta's face as doubts began to stir in his heart. Is
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it really necessary to hurt this much? Unlike my past life, this is way too intense. Should I just stop? The very next second, he made his decision without a shred of hesitation. Push through with even harsher training as a
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staff sprawled flat on the ground, roaring out loud, "You bastard." His voice echoed across almost the entire neighborhood. "You bastard! I haven't even finished processing the muscles yet. If you shove magic directly into my bones like that, after a while, the room
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returned to silence while Estab was drenched in pouring sweat. He staggered to his feet, confirming the result in disbelief. Bone magic. It succeeded. No, did I actually get through it? The stat tried clenching and unclenching his fists to assess the situation. The
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durability of my body still can't handle the full output yet. But even so, with just this reinforced body, I won't lose to any night once I grow up and combine this with physical training. A bright smile bloomed on his face as he made his
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judgment. A mage defeating a knight with their bare fists won't be a dream anymore. Right after that, Estee bit down hard on his finger. All right, first let's test out the recovery capability. Instantly, blood spurted from his hand. What? I clearly held
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back. Looking down at the injury, a stack calculated inwardly. The wound is heavier than I thought, but it should heal in about 15 minutes. Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. What the hell is this? This healing speed is insane. St's
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inner thoughts immediately analyzed the effect. Even in my past life, there was no result this good. I've accidentally turned into a genius. If I factor in the light healing manual I got from Henzy, I'll be on par with Damian, the monster
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of blander. Not stopping there, Estan noticed something else besides that. He squatted down to inspect the drop of blood. There's a faint sense of magic.
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Don't tell me it's because of this drop of blood. Quietly sensing the power within it, Estad deduced suspiciously this familiar magic. It's identical to my own magic. It feels like I can control it. Without a second thought, he
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reached out his hand. Let's try using light arts and see what happens. In the blink of an eye, a blinding flash of light appeared right in front of a stab.
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Once the skill faded, he stood there utterly stunned. This goes against common sense. I chanted according to my own will, but the host wasn't me, the caster. It came from the blood. Moments later, a stab broke into an enthusiastic
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grin. If I increase the volume of blood and use the shock formula, the results are going to be crazy in their own way.
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A series of applications raced through his mind at that moment. If I use the Blander family's proliferation healing technique later on, it's bound to be extremely useful. Proliferation healing is super effective at regenerating flesh and bone. Should I discuss this with
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Henzy? The next second is to hastily dismiss the idea. No, it's best not to get mixed up with those crazy people.
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Perfect timing. Lance is about to arrive for pre-class parent consultation. I'll mention it later. Anyway, I'm very satisfied with this result. Looking at the blood stain on his hand, he remarked with satisfaction. Let's temporarily call it blood magic. On the bustling
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street with people coming and going, a voice suddenly echoed from a house by the road. Thank goodness the two of you are safe and sound. Young Master Damian and Young Master Aster. Lansancy sat upright asking with a respectful
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expression, "Is there any other issue?" Hearing this, Damen immediately replied in a hurried manner, "Yeah, nothing's wrong. I'm healthy and completely fine.
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Go ahead, leave. Scram." Faced with this dismissive attitude, Lansancy remained completely serene as she spoke. Madame Gamo asked me to relay a message, prompting the young master to ask in surprise, "Huh, what message?" Her tone carried a calm resonance regarding the
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proposal for building the pond and the blander architectural statue that you suggested last time. Casting a subtle glance at the person beside Damian, Lansancy commented, "Seriously, I don't know who helped you make it, but the format is quite decent." She offered
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praise casually. "The proposal is very neat." Hearing this, Esta thought coldly, "By that, she means sweat and tears number one and number two." At this point, Lance finally brought up the mission. Madame Gamo's messages. Damen's face lit up with radiant anticipation.
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What's the message? Who would have thought that the next second she would pour cold water over his head? Denied.
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Damen looked as if he had been struck by lightning, freezing in place. Denied. Seeing this, Lance smiled faintly before continuing. It says there that not everything is impossible. Her gaze turned stern as she relayed the requirement. Achieve the top 15 overall
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in the academyy's midterm exams. Only after that will there be a matter worth discussing when presenting a request to Madame Gamo. Hearing everything, Esta immediately understood Gamo's hidden intention. So that was Madame Gamo's goal. Right on Q, Lansancy offered warm
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reassurance. Young Master Damian, there's no need to worry too much. Don't you have good friends here? They'll help you out. causing him to think with a guilty pang, "Of course." Opposite them, her expression turned gentle as she gave
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an assurance. Chenby asked her, "If the two of you help young master Damian this time, the Blander family will grant you generous rewards." At this, Lansancy gave a serious reminder. Even so, it certainly won't be that easy. Instantly,
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Estased endlessly on the inside. So, the time of patience and suffering has finally arrived. He closed his eyes tightly, endlessly trying to convince himself inside if it weren't for that formula. The next second, Estag gave a resolute reply. Understood, causing
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Damen's face to light up with radiance instantly. Outside, the warm sunlight shone down upon the house. In the quiet space, a probing question suddenly rang out. Damian, how much do you actually understand about basic magic theory?
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Leaving Damian utterly blank as he blurted out, "Basic magic theory? What is that?" Seeing that expression, the other person helplessly moved on to the next issue. "All right, Damian, can I look at your notes? Where's your textbook?" Without a moment's
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hesitation, he grabbed his school bag and declared, "I don't know. I just brought everything I have. Immediately afterward, a pile of notebooks was placed onto the table. Looking at that pile of items, a stam murmured in sheer disbelief, "This is hell. This is pure
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unadulterated earthly hell." At this moment, Chenby asked hesitatingly, "Damian, you submitted the homework assigned by the professors on time, right?" And was met with Damen's firm tone, "That's right. I already did it." Hearing this, Chenby let out a sigh of
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relief, feeling completely light-hearted. But beside him, Esttow wasn't very optimistic. Is he really feeling light-hearted? Then without hesitation, he flipped open a notebook to check. What struck Estaz's eyes were Damian's messy doodles. Subject number two, blood, sweat, and tears. Instantly,
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he furrowed his brow tightly and cursed under his breath. Damn it. The formulas being passed around are drifting further and further off course. The only good news for Esta was that the silver lining was that the young master wasn't bad at
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elective general subjects like culture and history. Being a spoiled aristocrat, he must have been tutored in those.
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Quickly calculating in his head, the problem lies in the magic related classes. It's not that I can't teach him, but I lack confidence. Thinking of Damian's proficiency, Estas solemnly added, "I lack the confidence not to beat him to a pulp." Across from him,
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seeming to sense the bizarre atmosphere, Damen spoke up. "Is the situation really that serious?" Right at that moment, someone approached and called out, "Hey." Seeing the young man's appearance, a Ste blurted out in surprise, Furio. Instantly, Furion corrected him with an annoyed grimace.
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"It's Furion asked her." Without a hint of guilt, he replied calmly, "Right, Furion. That's what I meant." Seeing him like that, Furion asked helplessly about the matter on his mind. I didn't mean to eaves drop, but I've got the gist of it.
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Are you guys helping Damian study? Estat answered lazily and bluntly, "So what?" Furion immediately put on a pensive look. Right after that, he stated frankly, "I think I can help with that." Hearing those very words, Damen's face lit up brightly. While a stag questioned
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him suspiciously, "You seeing this, Furion rummaged through his belongings while replying, "You look skeptical. I wasn't planning on showing you this, but looking at the item in his hand from the side, Chenby gasped in shock. That is.
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While Furion was pleased with his reaction, as expected of Chenby, I knew you'd recognize it. The next second, he held up a stack of papers, introducing them with an arrogant tone, "This is a collection of the academyy's past exam
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papers from the last 10 years." Right after that, Furion pulled out another sheet to show off. And that's not even all of it. Holding a bundle of documents, he expressed with confidence, "It's a compilation of each professor's tests. I've organized everything from
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their question structures to the specific topics emphasized in classes M1, M2, and M3." Then Furion's tone was filled with hottiness as he asked, "Well, is this enough to earn your respect?" Taking the test papers to inspect them, Chenby couldn't hide his
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joy. With this, there really is a chance. Seeing this, Ast complained with lingering annoyance. "I can't stand a single thing about him, especially how he pinned the blame on Chenby at the holy ark trial. Beside him, Chenby was
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so emotional he was on the verge of tears. There's finally hope." The sight of his expression reflected in Esta's eyes forced him to compromise. "I have no other choice left than to admit it." Glancing at Furion's smug face, Esta
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exerted all his strength to suppress his feelings. I really want to punch him right now, but I'll hold back. But at that moment, Furion suddenly put forward a condition. However, there is one condition. Instantly, Estely changed his mind. Maybe I should just punch him
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after all. Opposite them, Furion calmly laid out his terms. Help me train in actual combat after the midterm evaluation. Since you know how to fight, you seem capable enough. Hearing this, Esta was utterly surprised. Afterward, he stood up without a moment's
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hesitation. Fine, we can do it right now. follow me to the training room. Realizing Estad misunderstood, Fury and hurriedly explained, "Wait, you aren't helping me train for combat? Someone else needs your help." Estee raised an eyebrow and asked doubtfully, "Someone
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else?" He answered affirmatively, "Exactly do you have time? I'll lead the way." Outside the academy in Hazen City, golden rays of sunlight shone everywhere, making the scenery look immensely peaceful. Along the way, Esta impatiently probed, "How much further
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are we walking?" forcing Furion to turn back and reassure him, "We're almost there." After walking for a long time without arriving, Estas started considering turning back. We've gone pretty deep into the back alleys. Damn it, I can't take it anymore. Looking at
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the back of the head in front of him, Est thought uncomfortably, I really, really want to punch him. Right at that moment, Furion spoke up to catch his attention, "We've arrived." Seeing the luxurious house, Est confirmed in astonishment, "A private training
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ground." Assessing his surroundings with a glance, he judged. Looks like they have plenty of money to burn. Following that, he focused on walking. Upon arrival, seeing him, Dalia opened her mouth to greet him. You're here asked her. Instantly, her name flashed across
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his mind, Dalia to Deni. Meanwhile, Furion had already hurried over to her side and asked in a low voice, Dalia, do we really have to do this? That guy defeated the Dolant family. Surely impressive, but is he really worthy of
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learning from? Before he could finish, Dalia cut him off. No. Afterward, her face revealed a cold expression. Let me say this again. I am not borrowing the power of my family. Turning back to look at Asta, Dalia spoke solemnly. I am
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asking you, Aster. Hearing this, he fell silent for a moment before speaking up. I'm going to take one more thing from this arrangement before I leave. Right after that, he looked over at Furion and declared, "Furion, let me borrow this
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girl. I'll make good use of her and return her after the exams. I need her to tutor Damen." Moments later, Furion panicked and cried out frantically, "Wait a minute. What the hell, Dalia?
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Are you seriously considering this? You don't actually believe those ridiculous nonsense words, do you?" Then he pointed at himself, criticizing with an exasperated tone. Asked her, "Get things straight. I already paid you with study materials." Hearing that, Stackly
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corrected him. You paid what you owed me. With a serious expression, Estac questioned him, "But you still haven't settled the debt for pinning the blame on Chenby at the Holy Arc trial, right?" Instantly, Furion was left speechless, stuttering, "That is right at that
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moment, Dalia suddenly agreed, "Fine." In the blink of an eye, he screamed in shock, "What, no, more importantly, why is Dalia deciding my fate? I won't accept this." Furion thumped his chest, expressing himself earnestly, "I am the proud bloodline of the great Deny
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family. I have freedom of will." Seeing this, a staff flashed a cold, threatening smile. "All right, Mr. proud bloodline. I happen to need a punching bag right now. Are you harder than Hickster? Instantly, Furion was scared into silence, biting his teeth and not
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daring to speak another word. Afterward, he decisively turned around and left, "I don't have much time. Exams are coming up, so I'm leaving first." Watching him disappear from the area, Esta thought with satisfaction, "Great. This will help Chenby shake off his inner burden."
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Afterward, he let out a sigh and spoke, "Well then, since I've received my payment, I should do my job, shouldn't I?" Glancing at the person standing beside him, Esta asked, "Seriously, you want me to teach you about actual
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combat, right?" Dalia nodded nonchalantly in response. Outdoors, the scorching sunlight beamed down everywhere. Elsewhere, a luxurious meal was underway. As one person cut their meat, they calmly lectured, "Please give me another chance," only to be answered by, "Once it's done, there's no turning
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back. Are you really sure you're fine with that?" Opposite him, the other person's food remained untouched. Across the table, Elive stopped talking and nonchalantly skewered a piece of meat to eat. While chewing, she expressed concern for her companion. I'm worried
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you might be pushing yourself too hard. Dbby didn't reply, he softly called out her name in his heart, Eivelyn. Seeing him remain silent, Eivelain didn't mind and continued, "Because of the incident at the Holy Arc trial, client complaints
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are getting quite noisy since someone made sure I couldn't earn a single bracelet from that event." Hearing that, Debbie finally replied in a low voice regarding that I have nothing to excuse myself for. Elain raised her eyes to
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look at him coldly. Right after that, she smiled as she spoke. I heard a rumor. Word has it that the questions for the midterm evaluation will be finalized by next week at the latest.
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Instantly, Dbby started in shock and blurted out, "Surely you aren't planning to tell me to go steal the exam questions, are you?" Eline scolded him with an incredulous look. Oh my, did I say that? You're saying some very
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dangerous things. I was just telling you about my business and expressing hope that you, Dybe, could support it. Her gaze turned icy and filled with a threatening intent. Just that, do you understand? Moments later, Dbby fell silent, facing Eline with guarded
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caution. Seeing that he understood, she calmly laid out her request. If you want to complete this mission a bit more diligently, you might want to visit this place. Word is there's someone over there who's very good at that kind of
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work. So yeah. Afterward, Eline flashed a friendly smile and urged, "Hurry up and finish eating." Inside the room, the moving wooden puppets produced a ringing sound. While walking alongside Dalia, a staff fell into a day's train of thought
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me. Teach Dalia. Looking at the back in front of him, his emotions were utterly complex. If this were my past life, I would have beaten her half to death for daring to spit out that kind of nonsense. That's how deep our blood feud
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ran. An image of Dalia from his past life flashed through Esta's mind. I will bury you right here today. Remembering those words, he thought uncomfortably.
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If it weren't for her reinforcements, I would have killed her dozens of times. However, once she became Deni's representative mage, we no longer had reasons to clash so much. Moreover, this change also brought benefits to Esta.
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But setting past grudges aside and calculating the benefits, nurturing Dalia was very profitable. For some reason, Dalia ultimately turned out to be the person who kept the Deculan family in check. He curved his lips slightly, calculating with amusement.
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Should I pull that timeline a bit closer? Excitement welled up uncontrollably within a sta's heart.
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Honestly, if I don't do it now, I'll never get another chance to beat her to pulp and actually enjoy it. Seeing Dalia stop in her tracks, he had to set his thoughts aside and focus on the task.
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All right, Dalia. Estas solemnly threw out a question. What do you think is the most important factor in a fight between people? Hearing this, she pondered for a moment before answering. I don't know. I just want to learn the moves you use to
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fight Hickster. The stack questioned her in disbelief. You want me to teach you my style? Seriously, you need to find a method that suits yourself. Following that, a staff provided a concrete example. Look at this. Imagine an eighth
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grade mage and a ninth grade mage fighting each other. Who wins? Dalia answered without hesitation. The eighth grade. He stretched out his finger and wagged it. No, wrong. Then he pointed to his own head and explained, "Whoever smashes the other person's head first
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wins." Dalia's brow immediately furrowed and she asked skeptically, "The head?" Across from her, a stag created a small orb while continuing his lesson. It's called. He slowly revealed the rule of striking first, only to see Esta's technique instantly shoot straight
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toward Dalia's head. As time slowly passed, the afternoon sunlight blanketed everything in a warm glow. Walking along the path, Est stretched his arms and let out a relaxed sigh. Gazing up at the sky, he muttered with genuine surprise,
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"Is it already this late? If I keep beating her up properly like this, she'll grow up just fine." Estair relaxed, letting his mind wander aimlessly, "I wonder what Damian is up to right now." Suddenly, Dvi's figure caught his eye as he walked past. A
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playful, amused grin instantly spread across A's face. 310 gold coins, huh? Elsewhere, Dai strolled leisurely down the street. At that moment, his mind was an absolute mess. Damn it, making me steal the exam papers this time around.
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My older brother wanted to wash his hands of this criminal life, but reality is never that kind. Remembering Eivelyn, panic instantly washed over Da Gold. No, Eivelyn. She has more than enough power to crush me into dust. Pulling out a
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piece of paper to look at it, he desperately tried to comfort himself. No, let's look at this from another angle. This is a golden opportunity.
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What Eline wants to achieve through them is a connection to the nobility. Stepping forward toward his goal, Dvi frantically tried to persuade himself.
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If I handle this job perfectly, I can become that very connection. Pushing open a door, he cursed bitterly under his breath. Last time, that damn sewer rat ruined everything for me. Stepping into the shop, Di's resolve slowly solidified. But this time will be
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different. Right behind him, Estee had been quietly trailing him for a while now. Ahead, Dvi began to feel doubtful.
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Is this really the right place? It just looks like an ordinary tea house. At the service counter, a brown-haired young man smiled and greeted him. What can I get for you today, guest? Sitting down, Dvi stammered out his order. Please give
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me some dragon horn tea served piping hot, but keep it frozen. The man agreed in a friendly tone. Certainly, please wait just a moment. Stealing a glance at the staff member, Dvi felt deeply embarrassed. So, this is the place Eline
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mentioned. Come to think of it, reciting a password like that in a normal shop is downright humiliating. Thank heavens.
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Across the table, the staff member returned and sat down a cup of tea, commenting, "You seem rather flustered by the atmosphere here." Seeing Dvi nod in agreement, the young man smiled brightly. "Many people are quite surprised. When they hear about a black
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market broker, they usually imagine some shady hidden den." He swept his gaze across the formal, elegant interior and pointed out casually, but as you can see, who would ever guess that a place like this is actually a front for the
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black market? Following that, the young man asked with a curious tone, "Anyway, why would a young customer like you come all the way here?" Hearing this, Dvi tried to maintain his composure and made his request. I'm here to buy the first
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year basic department exam papers. The man mused thoughtfully, "Academy exam papers. A, we just so happen to have someone planning to sell them. Which department are you aiming for?" Dai stammered out his reply. "The magic department, sir." The young man repeated
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thoughtfully, "The magic department, huh?" Afterward, he offered a friendly suggestion. "Actually, we've arranged to meet the seller at the end of next week.
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How about it? Would you like to come along with me?" Instantly, Dvi widened his eyes in shock and confirmed, "You mean we'll go together?" He then frowned, his instincts, locking onto the truth. He wants to memorize my face.
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Hesitating for a moment, Dvi ultimately gave in. Verifying the seller and checking the quality of the goods isn't that basic merchant common sense. Let's go. His mind was completely made up after placing the order, knowing he no longer had any way out. Hearing that,
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the young man smiled brightly and replied, "Very well." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Then I'll give you the time and place. Listen closely, and don't go writing it down anywhere." Outside, Esta had watched the whole thing unfold. The young man's
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parting words still echoing in his ears, "The location is." With a cold, disdainful expression, Estuttered, "Such utter nonsense." Deep in thought, Estad quickly analyzed the situation. A random seller of exam papers pops up, and a buyer just happens to show up at the
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exact same time. This reeks of fishiness. Besides, they haven't even discussed the price yet. He raised a hand toward the empty air, muttering to himself, "Well, I suppose I'll just have to verify things myself." And right on Q, I happen to have a few deculan robes
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that will come in very handy. A short while later, a staff finished his disguise completely. Let's see. Should we rob the richest one first? The door to the tea house opened once again.
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Inside, quiet had been fully restored. Flinging a hand out to play with a teacup, the young man thought with a hint of boredom. Man, this is tedious.
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Once this job is done, I need to get out of Hazen. He let out a sigh, his mind racing. If I successfully steal the academy exam papers, staying in Hazen will become way too dangerous. Where should I go next? Right at that moment,
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a voice rang out right beside his ear, not taking any customers today. Instantly, the young man turned around in absolute terror. When did he get here? Greeting his eyes was a stag clad in a red cloak. No way. Is that the red
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jewel of Deculan? Standing before him, Est spoke coldly. Cut the clumsy acting. Dragon horn tea and all that pointless crap. Drop the passwords. The young man stammered nervously. Why, yes, my lord.
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What is it that you're curious about? Est replied calmly, "I'm looking for an item. A spatial pouch." Instantly, the man widened his eyes in sheer disbelief.
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A spatial pouch. Don't tell me. Is he talking about Callahan's spatial pouch? It vanished completely after Callahan died. Why on earth is he looking for it here? Right after the young man put on a calm facade and answered, "We've never
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seen any such item." Estelle looked at him thoughtfully and interrogated. Is that so? By the way, what were you discussing with that brat just now? He looked quite suspicious. In a flash, the man was left speechless. That that is
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his mind felt like it was sitting on a frying pan burning with anxiety. How on earth do I handle this? Suddenly, Estas slammed his hand down onto the table and shouted loudly, "Silence!" His icy gaze pierced right through the man as he
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snapped, "The gears in your head are spinning way too loudly." In the blink of an eye, the young man shuddered with fear. "This guy, he's no ordinary Deculan mage." Hastily, he blurted out, "I'll tell you the truth about that kid.
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It is nothing to do with the Deculan family anyway." Esta offered a vicious threat in return. I'll listen and make my own judgment. You'd better not hide a single thing. How could the young man dare to conceal anything now? He
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nervously prepared to speak. Understood. It all started like this. But Estee abruptly cut him off. Let's keep talking on the way to the warehouse. Taken a back, the young man asked in utter confusion, "Wi!" Estair replied with an
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air of absolute natural authority, "Shouldn't I inspect the warehouse with my own eyes?" Then casting a murderous glance at the young man, he interrogated, "What was that bastard doing in here? Are you hiding something?" Instantly, the man grimaced,
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unable to hold back a curse. "What the hell is this guy trying to pull?" In a dimly lit hallway of the academy, Dvi walked alongside him, trembling and stammering as he asked if this was really necessary. Aster, wearing his
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disguise, gave a threatening reply that if the guy was innocent, he had nothing to fear before invoking the Deculan name as a guarantee. Hearing that, Dvi could only swallow hard in sheer terror. Under the immense pressure, Dvi finally
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cracked and spilled the beans, naming Eivelyn, the young lady of the prestigious Gold Trading Company as the mastermind. He insisted he was just a middleman, but suspected she was setting up a black market for buying and selling exam papers. Aster fell into deep
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thought. Rumors of Eivelyn's absolute perfection had flooded the academy for a long time. In everyone's eyes, Eivelyn always appeared as the model, elegant young lady. She always skillfully maintained her social relationships in a harmonious and friendly manner. She was
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even an elite student who was always proactive and energetic during classes. Aster gritted his teeth in annoyance at the thought of someone else raking in easy cash while he had to exhaust himself tutoring his friends. Dvi led Aster to a massive door and unlocked it.
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Aster followed silently behind, watching the broker's every move. Inside was a vertible treasure trove filled with jewelry and precious items that left even Aster amazed. Aster picked up a scroll to inspect it, declaring that he needed to take it back for the family to
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verify further. He ordered Dvi to prepare two spatial pouches to confiscate all of these suspicious goods. Dvi was shaking with rage, but could do nothing except curse silently in his heart. The next morning, Aster casually instructed Chenby that she
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could skip the stabilization formula step when chanting spells. Chenby followed along and gasped in astonishment as the magic circle still operated smoothly in her palm. Furion clutched his head in panic, entirely unable to believe that magic could exist
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without a stabilization formula. Aster pointed at a stack of documents, insisting that his method was entirely feasible, while Furion muttered that this place was no different from hell.
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Chenby thought to herself that Aster was truly a mad genius, someone challenging all conventional logic of the magical world. She even grew terrified that if Aster tutored Dalia this way, her friend would sooner or later be completely ruined by him. Footsteps echoed as Aster
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called out to Furion and noticed that Dalia had arrived as well. Dalia appeared with her usual cold expression and bandages taped across her face.
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Furion screamed in bitter resentment, calling Astra a bastard for the torturous assignments he had to endure.
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A red pencil was busy grading a test paper filled with complex magic circles. The group gathered together to check their exam results. Furion, with dark circles under his eyes from sleep deprivation, announced that every single answer in his section was 100% correct.
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Dalia similarly confirmed her results, though her face looked a bit exhausted. Chenby slumped face down onto the table, still unable to believe she had actually aced everything. She let out a breath, admitting that if not for the blood,
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sweat, and tears training styler Aster, the group definitely wouldn't have survived this week. Furion raised his hand in excited celebration, acknowledging that even if they were just basic questions, this was still a massive milestone for him. Aster smirked
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with quiet satisfaction, telling himself he had successfully fulfilled his tutoring duties. Dalia looked over at Aster, asking if he had finished preparing his own part as well. Night fell and Aster put on his disguise once more, sitting at top a rooftop and
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looking down at the academy. His ears suddenly felt hot, making him wonder if someone was talking trash about him. He then focused his gaze below, waiting for the right moment to make his move. Down on the street, students bustled about
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without the slightest clue they were being watched. Dvi looked around stealthily with an extremely tense expression, clutching a stack of exam papers to his chest. Aster stared down at the guy from above, whispering to himself that he desperately wanted to
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beat up both Dvi and Eivelyn right now, but the plan didn't allow for it yet.
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Dvi approached a bulky figure waiting near a doorway. Aster reached into his cloak and pulled out a magical crystal sphere. He flashed a sly grin behind his mask as the sphere flared with light, signaling the start of the show. DI gave
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a detailed report regarding the exam papers for the first year core and elective courses. Carefully preparing the grading criteria and practical exam contents. A letter sealed with red wax sat quietly on the wooden table. Eivelyn picked up the dossier, inspecting
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everything thoroughly from the paper quality to the wax seal and the hidden monostream within before nodding in acknowledgement that it was the real deal. She promised to grant him more opportunities in the future, assuring him that the Fingrove Trading Company
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would receive appropriate backing. Dvi smiled triumphantly and slightly, believing his family would never dare look down on him ever again. Aster hid in the shadows and watched, listening as Evelyn instructed Dvi on his responsibility to distribute exam papers
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to other clients. Dvi asked to be excused with an expression full of confidence. Eivelyn sat back down in the luxurious room with a composed expression. But the moment the door clicked shut, her expression morphed into sheer contempt as she dismissed the
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guy as an absolute idiot. Eivelyn asked her masked subordinate about the progress of the scapegoat plan, meant to pin all the blame entirely on Dvi and the Fingrove Trading Company if things ever came to light. She stood up and
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walked away gracefully, the long hem of her dress sweeping lightly across the carpet. Aster watched from a window as they prepared to dine together, his heart filled with deep disgust. He muttered to himself that while Eivelyn looked pristine on the outside, her core
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was rotten to the marrow. Aster pondered a strategy to punish her and crush this scheme once and for all. Returning to his room, Aster sat at his desk, deciding that using the crystal ball recording right now would be a waste. He
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wanted a much more sophisticated plan. Tapping his finger lightly against the desk, he tried to draft the ultimate entrapment scenario. A sudden idea flashed through the young mage's mind.
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He told himself he finally had a way to guide Eivelyn onto the straight and narrow in his own special style. Aster unrolled a pristine sheet of blank paper across his desk. He glanced over the sample documents to get started. With
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the scratch of a pen moving smoothly across the paper, Aster concentrated intensely on every stroke. Proud that his forgery skills hadn't rusted away with time, Aster reminisced about the days when he frequently forged signatures in the past, never expecting
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he'd have to use the skill for something like this, he decisively slammed a stamp down onto the freshly written document.
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Smirking with satisfaction at his handiwork, Aster mentally warned Eivelyn that she was about to get a taste of her own medicine. Meanwhile, in another area of the academy, knights still shrouded the ancient structures in darkness. A blue-haired girl was training furiously
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until she was drenched in sweat, her heavy breaths echoing in the quiet space. She told herself that striking first was the only way to win, and the strongest magic was simply the one with the fastest activation speed. With a
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fiercely determined gaze, the girl channeled her energy to activate a glowing magic circle, bracing herself for the upcoming trials. A bell rang out to signal the end of the exam. The proctor instructed the class to put down their pens, place their hands on their
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heads, and prepare to hand their papers forward. The testing room instantly erupted into noise as students began packing up and chattering loudly about the exam. A young man turned to his friend to ask what theory he used for
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question three, only to receive a sarcastic reply, the pen and paper theory. On a test paper, a pen glided smoothly, finishing up incredibly complex magic circles and formulas.
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Several friends gathered around in shock that this guy hadn't bothered studying and still aced the test, while he arrogantly claimed that staying awake during lectures was all it took. A red-haired student standing nearby watched with an intensely annoyed
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expression, cursing the guy's infuriating complacency. Evelyn sat in a corner, wearing a victorious smile as her first venture had seemingly succeeded without a hitch. She was immensely pleased with herself for having reeled in Demonin, the eldest son of a powerful, filthy rich family that
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controlled the kingdom's food supply. Her smile grew even more sinister as she thought about three other lucrative deals running smoothly, confident she would hit the jackpot this time.
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Suddenly, the door to the exam room flew open and a mysterious stranger clad in a black cloak appeared right in the middle of recess. Eivelyn started, the smile on her face, freezing instantly at the threatening presence. Behind the
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stranger stood Dvi and several other students, filling her with a bad omen of what was to come. The proctor demanded that Demon follow him immediately, leaving the boy completely blank and clueless about what he could have possibly done wrong. The professor's
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face, hidden behind his hood, looked grim as he coldly announced that the principal was waiting for him in the office. Witnessing the unexpected scene, Eivelyn began to break out in a cold sweat as an unexplainable sense of dread
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welled up inside her. The next morning, the academy issued an emergency notice requiring all firstear students to gather in the grand hall immediately for an important announcement. The crowd began buzzing with rumors that a massive exam cheating scandal had just been
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uncovered by the academy. Eivelyn stood in the middle of the crowd with a tense expression, silently trying to figure out which poor soul had gotten caught.
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She tried to reassure herself that she had been meticulous, but then feared whether Dvi had carelessly left any traces behind. Professor Farun demanded quiet from the hall so he could begin his grim announcement. He officially confirmed that a group of students had
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participated in cheating schemes during the recent midterm exams. This news plunged the hall into extreme tension and Eivelyn turned pale for fear her name would be called next. Professor Faren declared that Dvi and four other accompllices were expelled on the spot
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and required to compensate for all damages. But the biggest shock came when he revealed that the scandal wasn't uncovered by the faculty, but rather brought to light thanks to the evidence provided by a righteous student. The professor gestured forward, inviting the
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brave student to step up to the podium so the entire school could honor their noble deed. A spotlight suddenly shone directly onto Evelyn, freezing her in place, her face completely drained of color from the mixup. The entire hall
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gasped in shock and the students began cheering enthusiastically, ignoring Eivelyn's frantic, stuttering denials. Friends crowded around to pat her on the back in congratulations, leaving her to force an awkward smile through the sheer agony of having a hero's title thrust
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upon her out of nowhere. Evelyn forced a smile for everyone to see, but deep down inside, she was losing her mind at the realization that she had somehow betrayed herself. The awards ceremony officially kicked off amidst roaring applause, turning the mastermind of the
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cheating ring into a symbol of integrity. Watching this fine piece of theater from afar, Aster wore a deeply satisfied smile as he watched his prey walk right into the trap. Eivelyn was forced to receive congratulations on having a noble soul, the most cruel
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mental punishment she had ever encountered. Aster stood there with a triumphant look. He was the one who orchestrated this entire classic plot twist to punish her. A week had passed since the shocking reorganization, and the academy had returned to its normal
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rhythm of life. The announcement office door swung open, catching the attention of all the students waiting outside. The crowd rushed excitedly toward the bulletin board to check the newly posted official exam ranking results. All eyes were fixed on the long list of scores
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hanging solemnly on the hallway wall. Chenby and Damian hurried over, each of them anxious to know their rankings after the recent turbulent exams. The two of them screamed with joy upon seeing Damian's name in 18th place, an achievement far beyond their initial
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expectations. Aster calmly reminded his two friends to take a close look at the rankings once more to be sure. It turned out that Demonin, despite having been expelled, was sitting pretty in seventh place on the score sheet, leaving
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everyone in utter astonishment. A male student rushed over to report that it was a misprinted list, leaving everyone bewildered once again about the actual final results. Damian and Chenby were still in a daysaze, standing blankly and staring at the results board as if they
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couldn't believe their eyes. On the newly corrected list, Damen von Bllando's name proudly occupied the 16th spot. The two of them burst into happiness, shouting, "We did it." in the crowded academy hallway. Damian turned to brag to Aster about the unimaginable
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result he had achieved after days of grueling training. Aster looked at his friend with a calm gaze as if everything had already been within his calculations. Chenby beamed brightly, even daydreaming about staying on as a teaching assistant after graduation
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because she felt she had a knack for teaching. But Aster immediately poured cold water on the idea, telling her to quiet down and stop having wild fantasies. Chenbai started in surprise, wondering if she had accidentally said something out of line that annoyed her
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friend. Aster solemnly reminded her that the very teaching assistant in the recent cheating ring had also been driven to desperate measures because he was dirt poor. He recounted how that assistant, unable to afford his living expenses, had sold his soul to the
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darkness by leaking exam questions. And did she know how long it took a teaching assistant to have a chance of climbing to the position of assistant professor?
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At least three to four grueling years. Aster asked another friend whether he truly wanted to plunge into this arduous teaching path. That friend smiled, opining that teaching others in his own way also brought a great sense of fulfillment. Aster laughed, warning that
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if she really wanted that, the road ahead would be filled with nothing but blood, sweat, and tears. Seeing the determined look on his friend's faces, Aster suggested that there was actually another way if they truly wanted to pursue that passion. Instead of being a
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poor teaching assistant, aim to become a grand mage, someone with the power to make no one dare look down on you. At that point, she could teach anyone with true strictness and majesty, just like the way she trained Damian. The image of
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a powerful grand mage flashed through their minds, full of mystery and strength that made others look up in awe. Aster advised Chenby that if you're going to dream, dream big and not waste her talent on a mediocre job after
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helping Damian improve so rapidly. Only by becoming a grand mage would she have the ability to repay him for saving her life along with a pretty hefty interest rate. As night fell, the peaceful scenery of the city under a starry sky
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appeared truly magnificent. At a deserted street corner, the lights spilling from the shops created hazy streaks of light on the pavement. An old wooden signboard swayed in the wind, signaling that this place was the secret hangout for those living in the shadows.
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The heavy wooden door stood a jar, revealing a quiet space inside that was completely detached from the hustle and bustle outside. Kellogg stood waiting with a romantic appearance, his bright purple eyes clearly showing his impatience as he awaited his partner.
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Steady footsteps echoed from the stairs as a figure slowly approached him. The alley mage finally appeared, his face hidden beneath a pitch black hood full of mystery. "You're finally here," Kellogg spoke up. Kellogg sneered, asking how someone who holed up in the
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academy all day like Aster had the nerve to criticize him for hanging around damp dungeons. Aster coldly demanded to skip the small talk, wanting to know what on earth Kellogg needed help with that made him call so urgently. Kellogg's
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expression turned serious as he revealed that an ancient ruin had just been unearthed deep within the Hamlin great forest. Aster smirked as if information about ancient ruins always held an irresistible attraction for him. With his blue eyes blazing with a competitive
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spirit, Aster prepared for a new and promising journey deep into the deep woods. A few days after the uproar, Aster and Chenby went to see Lancancy to collect their reward. The blonde secretary looked quite leisurely as she sipped her tea. Lansancy offered to gift
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them an advanced magic circuit of the Blando family. While the core secret arts were inviable, she affirmed that this academic exchange was completely within her authority. Hearing ancient replication array, Aster couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction. He thought
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to himself that the Blando house really knew how to play and this gift was truly an unexpected bargain. Turning to Chenby, Lancie adjusted her glasses and frankly admitted that they had proactively investigated his family background beforehand. Chenby was
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slightly startled, breaking out in a cold sweat when Lancie asked about the financial troubles his family was enduring. With a confident look, she asserted that the Blando family had more than enough capability to cleanly resolve all those difficulties for him
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right away. Lansancy promised to provide Chenbai's family with a much better life if he agreed to accept this sponsorship.
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The teenage boy froze for a moment, his eyes wavering at the prospect of an overly easy life-changing scenario unfolding before him. But then Chenby clenched his fists tightly. He resolutely refused this condescending help from the aristocratic family.
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Lansancy hurriedly explained that this was merely a token of gratitude and shouldn't be viewed as a debt or charity handout. Chenbai smiled lightly, saying he just wanted to be friends with Damian in the purest way possible without being
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bound by any material benefits. Sitting nearby, Damen, who was drinking tea, suddenly turned beat red, too moved for words by his friend's sincerity.
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Lansancy was completely takenback by Chenai's attitude. She never expected an ordinary kid to have such high self-esteem and integrity. Witnessing this noble display of friendship, Aster sitting on the side suddenly felt just as pragmatic as a villain. Chenbby
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hesitatingly asked if he could request something else instead. Lancancy smiled, affirming he could ask for whatever he wanted. Instead of money, Chenby only hoped for the chance to study magic under the Blando name in the future to broaden his horizons. Lancancy asked to
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doublech checkck if that was really all he wanted. He nodded firmly, wearing a gentle smile to confirm that was all he desired. Right after that, the matter was reported back to Madame Blando. She was standing in the luxurious villa
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courtyard, listening to the news from her subordinate. She asked with slight surprise whether Damen's friend had really made such a strange request. The old butler bowed to confirm that was indeed the case. Madame Blando smiled with satisfaction, secretly glad that
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her son had finally found a true companion. Since Chenby had proven his positive influence on Damian, she decided to sign an official sponsorship decree so he could focus entirely on magic. Upon receiving the sponsorship notice, Chenby was so shocked he
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stammered incoherently, his hands trembling at this massive gift. Aster stood in the back witnessing the whole thing. Thus, the turbulent midterm exams had ended with a result that almost everyone found satisfactory. Damen smiled brightly as he signed the
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necessary paperwork, while Lansancy beside him also let out a sigh of relief. Aster leisurely held a book wearing a slight smile. All the chess pieces were now in their proper places.
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A few weeks passed and the atmosphere at the academy suddenly turned unusually tense. A female professor with a black blindfold stepped up to the podium. She loudly announced that the academy would begin enforcing the combat readiness decree starting today. The general
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education curriculum for first years was officially suspended. The entire study program would now focus completely on practical combat. However, she also added that participation in these training sessions was entirely voluntary. A female student raised her hand to interrupt, questioning the
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concept of voluntary the professor had just mentioned. The female professor explained that students had the choice to participate in drills at the school or find their own separate training paths. They were even allowed to return to their family estates for private
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training. The entire hall began to buzz with chatter over this sudden change. She also reassured them that the teaching staff would be reinforced by grade five combat mages from the empire.
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Aster just sat in silence pondering upon hearing this. He sensed something was wrong. Such a large-scale change definitely wasn't decided by the academy itself, but was an order handed down from above. Night fell and a white owl fluttered its wings across the gloomy
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sky, carrying a secret message. Aster held a piece of paper bearing the words sharp at 8:00. He knew it was time to take action. Aster walked through the night, his expression pensive as he wondered what on earth was truly
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happening at this academy. The sound of dry grass rustled underfoot as Aster marched deeper into a deserted area. He was slightly surprised that having only left for a few days, this place looked completely different from his memories.
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Before him was an abandoned warehouse building, but it was now covered by an extremely sophisticated concealment barrier. Aster observed his surroundings and nodded with satisfaction. This space was more than enough for him to start testing the power of the new ancient
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replication array. He raised his hand and a tiny red orb appeared on his fingertip. It was time to see how powerful the Blando family's gift truly was. Aster stood amidst the churning mana. He looked contentedly at the red
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orbs hovering around, softly uttering that the experiment had succeeded. He observed meticulously, noticing that the red orbs were absorbing mana from the environment to perfectly replicate the properties of the original. However, he was still unsatisfied because the output
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was a bit low. While deep in thought about whether to try another method, Aster suddenly heard footsteps. An old mage with a long beard and a monle approached, grumbling and asking what kind of mischief he was up to here.
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Seeing the old man arrive earlier than expected, Aster just smiled lightly. The old mage narrowed his eyes. He could sense the violently vibrating mana inside those red beads. He was startled, asking if he could channel any kind of
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magic he wanted into these orbs. Aster didn't answer, merely holding out both hands to demonstrate his supreme mana control. He nonchalantly affirmed that they were extremely versatile. The old mage's eyes widened in shock, not believing what he was seeing. He began
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to wildly pepper him with rapid questions about the ability to store raw mana and use them as remote magic trigger points. He roared, demanding to know the maximum effective range and where he got these things from. Aster maintained his calm expression, ignoring
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the old man's agitation. He wore a meaningful smile, promising to explain everything in detail, but before that, he needed him to help with a small favor. The old mage's face darkened. He grumbled that Aster dared have the nerve
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to treat a senior like him as a target dummy for his attack. Aster nodded with satisfaction, secretly considering the old man to be the best high-end punching bag he could find. He reminded the old man to prepare himself thoroughly. The
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old mage snorted conceitedly, declaring that even if Aster tried for a century, he wouldn't stand a chance of touching a single hair on his head. Aster closed his eyes to concentrate intensely, preparing to unleash his strike. A massive mass of energy began to form.
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The red orbs revolving around it compressing the mana to its limit. He announced that he was going to compress this mass of mana. The old mage's face finally turned pale with realization of the danger, and he panicked, shouting
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for him to stop immediately. The mana mass burst with terrifying energy. The old man only had time to scream curses at Aster as a crazy brat before disaster struck. Aster smirked coldly, then softly uttered a single word, detonate.
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A shocking explosion erupted, blinding light blanketing the entire area. Thick dust rose from the ruins, the aftershocks of the explosion still lingering. Aster stood amidst the smoke with a nonchalant expression. He was slightly disappointed, thinking the destructive power still hadn't reached
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his expected level. Hearing weary footsteps on the grass, Aster turned around, demanding the old man state what he felt after that recent blow. The old mage stepped out as pale as a ghost. He trembled, asking who on earth Aster was
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and where he came from. He admitted that his mana was too pure, far surpassing so-called ordinary geniuses. Aster still kept his indifferent attitude as if nothing major had happened. He nonchalantly replied that he was just an ordinary student. That answer made the
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old man want to go crazy. He threatened to crack his head open to see if there was any user manual inside. Aster smirked and refused. The old man was still reeling from shock over his bizarre magical logic, looking around
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blankly in search of the missing red beads. He pointed up into the air, signaling the old man to see where they were. In the sky, the remaining energy currents were still swirling like a small monostorm. The white owl landed on
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Aster's head. The old mage cleared his throat, trying to regain his serious demeanor to move on to the main issue.
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The two moved indoors and sat opposite each other. He asked the real reason why Aster had called him to this remote place late at night. The mage placed a glowing blue orb on the table. He said in a serious tone that this matter
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related to the great forest tragedy. Aster stared intently at the information orb, the small owl on his head also remaining silent as if waiting. As soon as he saw the images inside the orb, Aster's eyes suddenly widened in horror.
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His face changed completely due to an overly shocking truth. The Hamlin Great Forest, a jungle preserved since ancient times, teameming with all kinds of monsters. But humans, being adaptable creatures, continued to live there, especially mercenaries skilled enough to
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operate in the great forest. They were the elite among the elite. However, those great forest mercenaries were trembling in fear. What? Perhaps this was only natural. Those things were specters, and they weren't just ordinary specters. Following a Staz gaze, the
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screen displayed the face of a goblin wearing an utterly insane smile. Opposite him, seeing his expression change, the headmaster also began to calmly say, "You see it too, so you should understand. If normal specters act based on lingering memories in the
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flesh, that thing." Before he could finish, Esta answered right away, "That's a spectre that moves by soul." Specters formed in nature. If that's the case, there must be ancient ruins in the great forest sealing those freaks, right? In response to these words, the
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old headmaster coldly uttered a single word, death throws. A monster dubbed the most evil among the evil. When death rows sealed in ancient ruins are unsealed, vengeful spirits pour out. The situation is extremely urgent, but none of my disciples can take action right
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now. At the latest, we must set out within the next 2 days. As he spoke, his hand also clenched tightly in frustration. Then about 2 seconds later, seeming to regain his composure, the headmaster let out a sigh and continued
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to ask, "What will you do? Even if you don't go, I won't take back the reward.
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Just consider this a gift to a young junior. On the other hand, even if you do go." The staff furrowed his brow, hurriedly, asking back, "Old man, do you mean you have nothing left to give me?" The headmaster frankly admitted, "That's
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right. It entirely depends on your own will. This isn't something that can be tempted by material things because your life is hanging by a thread. Think it through carefully." The old man advised with an extremely sincere tone. However,
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contrary to what he thought, Esta agreed without the slightest hesitation. "Then let's go." Facing this reply, even the headmaster couldn't help but freeze for a beat. Esta shrugged, speaking calmly, "The senior is worried about his friend.
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Aren't you? It looks like the senior won't back down even if he loses his life. I mean, I might look like this, but I'm not scummy enough to barter with someone else's life. On this side, seeing Estess say such words, the
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headmaster's expression also welled up with tears as if moved to tears. However, there was only one thing that Esta himself knew. To be honest, even if you tell me not to go, I still feel like I'm forced to go. Thinking that, he
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glanced slightly at the mark on his upper chest. It felt as though it wanted to say, "Go. What you're looking for is there." The stick could only let out a sigh. Damn it. I have no choice but to
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go. Time flew by until evening. Right before their departure, the principal handed the protagonist a ticket and instructed, "This is a teleportation gate pass. If you present this, you'll be able to use the gate immediately without any delay. And this is an
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enchanted cloak embedded with protective magic. Take it as well." As he spoke, he casually tossed a cloak to staff. His generosity made a sta ask in return, "If you give me this much, what will you have left?" The old man grumbled. Stop
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spouting nonsense. If you only prepare when trouble actually happens, it'll already be too late. Lastly, take this, too. He brought out something that left Estas slightly astonished. It was none other than a mask. The principal explained, "This is the crescent moon
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keepsake." The protagonist reached out to take the mask and muttered, "Crescent moon, huh?" His casual attitude irritated the old man a bit. It's crescent moon. Do you want me to pierce your ears? You'd obviously try to hide your identity using perceptional
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altering magic or a mask. If you do that, my friend will kill you before anyone even realizes it. Now, I'll arrange everything so that your matches and final exam scores are credited under my name. As for you, what are you going
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to do about the Blando family? His dad turned around, blinked a couple of times, and smiled again. Well, I'll take care of that myself. In another development, Chenia and Damian also received the note left behind by the protagonist. I'm going training. Don't
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look for me. Estas abrupt departure left Chenia standing there completely dumbfounded. Only Damian was bursting with excitement. I want to go training, too. I'm heading out as well. The scene shifted to Green Town, a city situated right beside the Hong Great forest,
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where loud shouts began echoing, hey, load up the cargo faster. We have to set out tonight at the latest. Damn it. What is this mess? A monster wave appearing again after several decades. A burly blonde guy turned around and fumed
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angrily. Those damn imperial dogs are truly good for nothing. All they're good at is collecting piles of taxes. And in times like this, they just stand on the other side of the river and watch. But as he rambled on, a voice called out to
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remind him, "Hey, carry one more crate instead of standing there whining." Hearing that, the guy immediately refocused on his work. Yes, sir. At the same time, inside a tavern, Oberon was letting out a heavy weary sigh. What should I do? He recalled the reminder
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from a mysterious person. An old friend will help us. We owe each other favors.
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He won't be able to come in person, but he'll send someone over, so go meet them yourself. Thinking of that, he let out another sigh. They'll definitely come, but still. Before he could finish his thought, a burly guy appeared in front
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of Oberon and asked, "Have you made up your mind, Oberon? I'm begging you, please spare my life. You're telling me we have to go back to the HL Great forest. Honestly, how is that any different from telling me to go die?"
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The burly man sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. Faced with his plea, Oberon could only put on a troubled face and tried to reason with him. Look, the contract is to travel back and forth
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between the fourth base camp and Green Town. Didn't I already pay you four times the regular rate as hazard pay on top of the deposit? And now you're asking to cancel the contract. Oberon's questions made an awkward forced laugh.
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I know Mia must be in a tight spot, too. Where are you going to find a guide right now? I get how you feel, but as you can see, I'm truly sorry. Still, I have to survive, too, don't I? They're
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saying the monster wave could strike at any moment. The burly man's all too reasonable argument left Oberon looking down, unable to meet his eyes. Seeing this, maintained a worried facade on the surface. However, a sly grin slowly formed on his face as he thought to
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himself. Almost there, going back and forth between the fourth base camp and Green Town, who in their right mind would do that since I have to leave anyway. Traveling with a talented mage is much safer. Plus, I can make a
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killing along the way. Perfect. The moment I shake off this clearly gullible mage, I'll pull a bit more with the money I made this time, head off to some nice countryside, and live like a landlord. And while the burly was still
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daydreaming about the future, a hand suddenly slammed down onto the table, causing both of them to jump and turn around, only to realize that a mysterious masked figure had been sitting there without them noticing.
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Oberon asked in confusion, "Who are you?" The person didn't answer and instead asked back, "Friend, what's your name?" "Ober, my name is Oberon." The person asked further, "Your master is Leheim, right?" Yes, that's correct, Oberon confirmed. Estess said with
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satisfaction, then I found the right person. Good work, Oberon. Feel free to just call me pronouncement. Beside them, the burly clapped his hands in delight.
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Ah, the group you said was coming has arrived. In that case, Menim, I'll give you the map of the great forest I have on me. Can't we just call it even? I'm doing this because I don't have the guts
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to gamble my life, but I'm still handing over a map that's as precious as my own life, he said as he placed the map on the table. The naive Oberon took it at face value and accepted it. Understood.
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Since my master's acquaintances here, we'll go on our own. Really hastily turned around, wanting to slip away as fast as possible. Thank you, Mnim.
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Please make sure you achieve what you came for. But before the words could finish fading and before he could make his getaway, Esta's chilling voice rang out. Freeze right there. Hey, buddy.
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Don't try any tricks. Get over here and sit down fast. I'll give you one second.
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If you're not sitting by then, you're dead at my hands. Estas said as a terrifying murderous aura radiated from him, causing cold sweat to pour down Rayley's face. But before he could even react, the 1 second was already up. As a
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result, Esta's figure blurred forward, delivering a clean kick straight to his collarbone, followed by a barrage of punches and kicks that left really curling into a ball and screaming, "Why?" Estair replied while continuing to beat him. 1 second passed, didn't it?
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Watching from the side, Oberon was equally bewildered, silently wondering, "Can our master really defeat death?" The scene shifted to a ruin located deep within the Hong Great forest. Someone was frantically digging inside the area when a voice suddenly called out, "Hey,
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Mole." Mole turned around and nodded, "Ah, you're here." The black-haired man loosened his collar slightly, speaking with an irritated tone. Damn it, I'm practically roasting out here. So, what's the status? Mole glanced to the side and said nonchalantly, "You want to
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know the situation? Better to see for yourself." Before them was a massive crystal radiating an intense pink glow.
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Looking at the state of the crystal, the black-haired man asked, "The seal hasn't broken yet. What about the unsealing spell?" Mole explained the situation.
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"The magic is working, but it seems like it still needs more time." To this, the black-haired man pondered for a moment, "Slower than expected. What a pain.
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Saying so, he furrowed his brows and quickly analyzed. This situation is strange. Death aura is lingering everywhere, which means the seal is breaking. Then, why hasn't it awakened even after I deployed the unsealing spell? Unaware of his thoughts, Mole
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seemed to recall something and suddenly asked, "Right, didn't you have something to take care of?" The black-haired man seemed to know what his partner was asking and replied, "Ah, that ancient battle mage. He's probably looking for death rows, too. I need to maintain the
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unsealing spell. Can you handle him yourself?" Mole immediately flat out rejected the idea. "Handle him? Are you kidding me? The black-haired man suddenly broke into an extremely sinister smile. This is a hunt. You know very well how many heads of ancient
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battle mages I've stuffed into my subspace. No matter what kind of monster you are, you can never turn a blind eye to your own flesh and blood. The scene shifted back to Stas's group. After the burly rally took a beating, he had no
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choice but to agree to guide them. Walking behind, Oberon thought to himself, "Looks like things worked out in the end. Just moments ago, I was racking my brain, trying to figure out how to save our guide and how we could
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possibly return with just a map. Thinking this over, Oberon turned to look at a sta and quickly judged.
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Judging by his height, he's definitely around my age, but he's truly incredible. He resolves problems without breaking a sweat, and he's already earned the title of crescent moon.
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Meanwhile, our protagonist suddenly offered with apparent kindness. Mr. Guide, your shoulders must be aching, right? Would you like me to store some of that gear in my subspace? Turned back and answered with a bright smile. No, thank you, Mnim. These are emergency
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supplies I might need at any moment. It's better to keep them ready in my backpack. At his response, Estam merely scoffed inwardly. This guy is still looking for an excuse to shake him down.
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After all, we're in the Hom great forest. Right then, a sudden noise echoed through the forest, startling birds into the air all around. Hastily turned back to warn them both. Mages, watch out, that thing is coming. Sure enough, just as he predicted, a few
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seconds later, a pack of wolf riding, axe wielding orcs charged right before them. A HL orc. We haven't even gotten close to the second base camp yet, so how on earth did they get here? Really screamed in panic. While sweat beated
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continuously on Oberon's face at the sheer speed of the closing orcs. We need to stop them. But before the boy could even react, Esta had already made his move. A mass of blood hovered above their heads. Estas spoke in a low voice,
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"Hey, Junior put up a shield." Estas said this while simultaneously unleashing his magic. Immediately after those droplets of red liquid shot toward the orcs at lightning speed, giving the monsters zero time to react before taking the brunt of a devastating lethal
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barrage of attacks. Scrambled to cover his face from the explosions triggered by the strikes. Then by the time the dust settled, the orcs before them had been completely wiped out, leaving not a single one behind. By this point, no
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longer had to worry about the danger. Uh, excuse me, Menim, would you mind if I borrowed a bit of that subspace now?
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The protagonist responded with a cheerful smile. Nope. Carry it yourself. Time flew by until dusk. Loud explosions continued echoing within the forest. A goblin had his head pierced clean through by a magical strike. The one behind the strike was none other than a
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stab. Damn it, what a pain. He grumbled under his breath, wondering, "Is this death rose doing? Since when did goblins turn into high tier monsters over 2 m tall?" For a second, I thought it was a hickster. From behind, the burly man
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suggested, "Meim, do you mind if I take a closer look?" Having no objection, Esta agreed right away. After observing for a bit, shared his assessment. Just as I thought, these look like the ones that settled near the second base camp.
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We guides call them Kenty goblins, but for them to have run all the way out here. The stat chimed in, picking up the thread means either they expanded their territory or they're running away from something, right? The burly guy fully
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agreed. Most likely the latter. Look at their claws. They're caked in mud and tree bark. And the soles of their feet are completely shredded. They must be fleeing from something. Maybe we should adjust our route. These guys hunt in
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packs, which puts them pretty high up the food chain around here. So, if there's something that can terrify them to this degree, at this point, he gave an awkward chuckle. Ah, not that I doubt your abilities, mages. I just think it's
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best to avoid any unknown variables if we can. For someone like Esta, avoiding unnecessary danger was a no-brainer.
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He's right. Unforeseen risks are the deadliest. All right, let's do that. What do you think? Oberon agreed. While Esta himself internally praised skill, navigation is remarkably precise. Even with sensory scans over a wide area, this place is crawling with nuisances.
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Yet, he's managing to find the optimal path to avoid almost all of them. Turns out he's far more capable than I thought. I can feel a bit safer trusting his lead. Time flew by until nightfall.
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The group was nearing their destination. Looks like we're almost there. Just cross this marsh and we'll reach the first base camp. Take a short break, you two. I'll scout the perimeter before we cross the wetland. Next, the protagonist's group lit a fire and took
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the opportunity to rest. But taking advantage of this moment, Esta also assessed Oberon. Can't blame him for being overly anxious. Taking the safe route cost us nearly a full day's delay.
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Just as a stab predicted, Oberon immediately started ftting over the time. We really don't have time to doawle like this. A monster wave will definitely erupt soon. We have to track down death rows and eliminate it before things spiral out of control. This is
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all my fault. Yeah, pretty much. A stair replied coldly while complaining internally. Damn it, why do I suddenly feel guilty? Do I look like his therapist? If you just trained a bit harder, that death rows guy. Before he
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could finish his thought, a massive roar suddenly echoed through the forest. Right after came rushing back in a panic, delivering the news. Mages, we need to run right now. Why on earth is that thing appearing all the way out
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here? It's the Lord of the Marsh. Quick, we have to get out of here. The scene shifted to an inferno deep within the Hom great forest, a place known as the abyss. One of the ancient species that crawled out from there was none other
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than the lord of the marsh. Nobody knew why this ancient species left the abyss to take up residence in the wetlands of the great forest. Who would have thought that damn creature would show up in the wetlands right now after not leaving the
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death marsh for hundreds of years? Lamented while Estab proposed his idea. Can't we just bypass it and cross the wetlands anyway? Even if it claims the wetlands as its territory, this is still a massive area overall. Understood what
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a stam meant. However, he could only shake his head. Impossible. That thing is ridiculously persistent. The moment you step into the water, it locks onto your scent and hunts you to the ends of the earth. Sitting nearby, Oberon's face
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grew increasingly worried. He asked, "If we change our route again, how much longer will it take?" In response, drew upon his knowledge and said, "We can't just skirt the edges. We'd have to make a massive detour. There's a reason
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guides went through the trouble of finding a path straight through these wetlands. It'll add at least 10 days, maybe even up to a month. And if we do that, we'll likely have to bypass the first and second base camps and head
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straight for the third. The more he spoke, the more stunned Oberon looked." Naturally, Estan noticed his distress as well. He then stood up and stated, "All right." turned to ask quietly, "So, should I recalculate the route?" The stair
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replied, "No, we're heading straight through the wetlands." The moment those words were spoken, the air fell unnervingly dead silent. After a few seconds, the burly man stammered, "Come again, sir. I think you're misunderstanding the situation. That's an ancient species. It's a monster that
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has devoured countless soldiers, mages, and knights." The protagonist turned and corrected him. "I think there's a slight misunderstanding here." His words left confused. "Huh? Misunderstanding? You scared the life out of me. I thought you actually meant we'd walk straight
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through." Instead placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and revealed his plan, "Of course not. We're not just crossing it. We're going to hunt it down." He said this while flashing an effortless natural smile. Hearing that, could only
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manage a similar hollow smile and muttered, "Oh, holy crap." Needless to say, what followed was a flurry of smacks upside his head from a staff.
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From Oberon's perspective, he rushed to intervene. "Hey, senior, if you're doing this for my sake, you really don't have to. I'm already deeply grateful that you came this far. There's no need to take such a huge risk." The protagonist gave
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a firm, resolute reply. "Cut the crap." When there's a job to do, you just do it. Are you going to hesitate like this when Death Rose shows up, too? What if you have to kill your own master along
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with Death Rose? What are you going to do then? The question instantly left Oberon stammering at a loss for words.
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Seeing this, Estan knew this sheltered rookie wasn't up to it yet. He simply let out a sigh. Anyway, it's settled.
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The Lord of the Marsh, we hunt it tomorrow and keep moving. Meanwhile, Oberon kept turning the protagonist's earlier words over in his mind. When there's a job to do, you just do it.
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Then, as if reaching a decision, he stood up and asked, "In that case, I think I can help you, senior." The stat turned back and quipped sarcastically, "So, you weren't planning on helping before?" Oberon seemed to miss the
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sarcasm entirely and continued, "My talent hasn't fully bloomed yet, but it will definitely be useful. It's called limit breakthrough talent. It temporarily pushes the target's hidden potential to its absolute maximum." Only then did a Staz's eyes seem to flicker
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with genuine interest. Tell me more. Time quickly passed until the following morning. Oberon appeared to be meditating to train his mana. He exhaled a gentle breath, his entire body enveloped in a vibrant blue aura of mana. At the same time, Esta walked
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over. Seeing him, Obron greeted him warmly, "Ah, you're here, senior. Up early and working hard, aren't you?" The protagonist replied calmly, "Goddest, stay diligent, especially when some idiot wants to become wyvern breakfast at the crack of dawn." The person Esta
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referred to was none other than who had just taken a few punches to the head for being an idiot. Shrugging the matter aside, Esta looked around the surroundings and spoke, "Well, have you laid your eyes on any tree yet? The next
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time you try to run away, I'll tie you to a tree to give the wyverns a nice and easy snack. Now go ahead and pick one you like. Est's casual words, however, madeley tremble uncontrollably. I won't run away, he said weakly. Afterward,
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once the group finished breakfast, Est clenched his fist and felt the power within his body. All right, we've had a hearty meal. My physical condition is at its absolute best. Now for the most important part, he gazed at Oberon and
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asked, "Are you ready?" Oberon nodded slightly to confirm, "Yes, I'm ready." Behind him, was still crying. Well, I'm not ready at all. Realizing this guy wouldn't be of any use in a fight, Estad dismissed him right away. Stepped back.
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The moment he heard those words, instantly snapped into high gear. Yes, sir. The protagonist turned to give instructions to the other companion.
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Oberon, you two, let's begin. Scene transition to a certain body of water. At this moment, our protagonist was moving deeper inside. As he walked, he thought to himself, "Rumor has it that once you step into its territory, it
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tracks its target with deadly precision." No sooner thought than done, without a single moment of hesitation, Stat took out a knife, slashed the tip of his finger, and let his own blood drip down into the lake. Right after
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that, a loud explosion echoed right behind his back, sending water splashing everywhere. Oberon and watching from not far away, turned as pale as ghosts with fear. Only the protagonist maintained a calm expression. "Come out and welcome the guest. No, come out to take a
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beating from your guest instead." He spoke coldly. At that moment, the monster known as the swamp lord finally appeared before him. The instant it poked its head out, Estat turned around and nodded to signal Oberon. Quick to react, Oberon immediately cast his limit
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break magic, enveloping the protagonist's entire body in a fierce golden aura. The surge of escalating power made Estat irresistibly joyful.
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This feeling of release. It's been a long time since I've experienced this. Opposite him, not caring what Esta was thinking, the monster swung its massive hand straight toward his body. Its strike caused the surface of the water to blow up. The people on the shore
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witnessed this and screamed in worry, Mr. Mage. But right after that, Esta's voice echoed from midair over clock.
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Thanks to you, I've broken through my own limits. The monster raised its eyes to look up. In midair, Esta had already prepared some sort of transcendental magic. He looked down at it coldly, as if preparing to hand down a death
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sentence to this monster. While explaining the power of overclock, Oberon admitted that he didn't fully understand its mechanics either. He only knew that it was an ability unlocking potential far beyond any limits.
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However, he emphasized a mandatory rule that must be followed. Overclock only lasts for 5 minutes. If it exceeds this time, it becomes extremely dangerous.
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Therefore, Estee must end the fight in under 5 minutes. Now, Estas stood face to face with the monster ruling the swamp. He laughed out loud, summoning a flurry of magic circles and declaring confidently, "5 minutes for me. That's
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plenty of time to play around with you." Esta activated fire element magic. Terrifying flames surged, scorching the monster. The scariest part was that the fire kept burning fiercely, even underwater. Oberon and Ray stared in shock, unable to believe what they were
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witnessing. Fire burning underwater. This was definitely not ordinary magic. Ray grew even more shocked upon seeing that the monster had begun hunching over. He thought to himself that a stam might actually be able to kill it. But right at that moment, Ray noticed a
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dangerous sign and roared, "St, watch out. It's about to roar." Before the warning could even fade, the monster let out a terrifying roar. The echoing sound caused Esta's fire magic to gradually dissipate. Estag quickly realized its roar has the ability to disrupt the
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natural flow of mana. He wasn't too surprised. After all, this was the swamp lord. It couldn't be underestimated.
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Right at that moment, Ray yelled out, "Don't look into its eyes for too long.
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Just looking for three seconds will cause your mana to petrify." The stas suffered a heavy shock. "Why are you telling me such crucial intel at a critical moment?" It turned out that Ry had always deeply feared the swamp lord.
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Because of its ability to disrupt mana and petrify an opponent's magic. Moreover, its skin was so tough it could deflect a knight's ether. Because of this, Ray's master used to say, "The best way to deal with the swamp lord is
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not to fight it at all." But right then, Ray clenched his fists, hope flashing in his eyes. Still, Est might actually have a chance of winning. He whispered, "I want to believe in him." Estad turned to Ray with a cold tone. "We'll talk
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privately later and keep it brief." Ray nodded, "All right, but survival comes first." Since he couldn't look into the monster's eyes for more than 3 seconds, immediately resolved the problem his own way. He flicked a bit of blood from his
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hand, then dashed toward the monster at top speed. Opposite him, the giant monster also swung its massive hand fiercely to attack. At that exact moment, the protagonist manipulated his droplets of blood to fly right in front of the monster's face. And before it
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could understand what was happening. This blood detonated, creating a blinding stream of light that forced it to cover its eyes because it couldn't see. The moment it opened its eyes again, it discovered a stab rushing forward like lightning. In his hand, he
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had gathered a surge of lightning radiating an intensely powerful aura. A terrifying punch landed squarely on the monster's body. Esta activated the collision strike skill, causing shock waves to ripple throughout its body. The protagonist chuckled. Look at you.
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You're unexpectedly tough, huh? Hearing his voice, the monster violently clapped, both hands forward, but it had zero effect. Because his voice rang out again. You're too slow. He stared straight into the monster. His voice full of excitement. You've entertained
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me for a bit. Now, let me show you something truly interesting. The stallion inhaled a massive amount of mana, then activated a new skill he had named explosive annihilation. The moment the energy was condensed to its peak, he
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didn't hesitate to hurl it straight at the monster's face. The monster took the hit. At first glance, everything looked normal until its body began to swell from within. A terrifying explosion occurred. The monster was torn apart from the inside out and completely
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vanished. The step plunged straight down into the water, exhausted to the point of passing out. He thought to himself with disappointment, just a single monster pushed me to this limit. What if I used this move on Declan back then? He
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was certain Declan could have blocked it, but entirely avoiding casualties would have been impossible. No matter how sturdy a shield is, this horrifying explosion would tear everything apart.
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Because of its ability to destroy everything in its path, Esta had named it explosive annihilation. Seeing this, the other two teammates anxiously ran over. At the same time, the entire battle had been witnessed from afar by a mysterious figure who was tracking Esta
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with an interested and dangerous gaze. Meanwhile, somewhere else in the Hamlin great forest. It turned out that Win was sharing vision with the raven. How bizarre. He felt immensely thrilled watching the battle, thinking that the guy had actually killed the ancient
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creature he used as bait. Win couldn't help but marvel at a staz attack method.
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And he did it by charging into close combat and gouging its eyes out. What a rare madman. He began speculating about his identity. Is he a mage? No. The energy he releases is way too high compared to the amount of mana he's
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using. But he doesn't look like a martial artist either. Recalling that explosion, Win was somewhat surprised.
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It's not like I couldn't take down the swamp lord myself, but even so, this is a huge surprise. Right at that moment, his arm began shaking uncontrollably.
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Win couldn't control his own body. To think I'd actually feel scared. He suddenly burst into thrilled laughter.
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This is beyond unbelievably wonderful. Win immediately grew eager to eliminate a sta. Ancient war mages are just loot, but this guy is different. I want to hunt him. I'm going crazy wanting to hunt him. He suddenly felt something was
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a bit off. Wait, no, that's not a hunter's feeling toward prey. Wind sensed it more carefully. It feels more like. He suddenly realized the two of them were quite similar. He's a hunter just like me. a kindred spirit who
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understands the thrill of a hunt. Unable to hide his excitement, Win licked his lips. I wonder what I look like in the eyes of a fellow hunter. I wonder which of us is thirstier for the chase. He promptly prepared to hunt a stad down.
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I'll need to put a bit more effort into my preparations. Returning to his group side, a campfire had just been lit. He slowly woke up from his days. Esta sat up and asked the people around him, "How long have I been out?" Seeing this,
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Oberon immediately replied, "Senior, you're awake. It's only been about two hours a step. Still feeling exhausted.
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My head is still spinning. Oberon explained further. That's a side effect of overloading. Senior maintained it for a short time, so the pressure was likely minimal, but you'll probably feel like this for the rest of the day. The staff
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struggled with the sensation. I feel like I'm about to die. He looked down at his trembling hands. Look at me. If you guys weren't here, I probably would have drowned in that swamp puddle. The staff suddenly noticed something a miss. By
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the way, where is Oberon didn't answer right away. Rustling sounds suddenly echoed from nearby bushes. immediately appeared with an embarrassed smile. Are you looking for me? I won't run away anymore, sir. He didn't dwell on it.
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Forget it. Where on earth were you, chuckling lightly, I hid just in case you decided to beat me up again. Just kidding. I went to check on the swamp lord. Estelle looked confused by the purpose of that action. What for? He
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answered honestly to see if there was anything valuable regarding that. Asked for his opinion. May I ask what you plan to do with the swamp lord's corpse? The staff fell silent in thought for a moment, then let out a sigh. Whatever.
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Consider it payment for your life. Do you want me to lend you a space bag to hold it? Hearing this, Raley's eyes lit up with joy. Really, thank you so much.
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The stag casually tossed him a pouch. Callahan's bag has plenty of spare room anyway. I'll just give him one of the bags I took from that black market dealer. Gladly accepted it. Thanks.
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Oberon grew a bit worried. Sir, are you sure about this? The rest of the swamp lord is worth a fortune. Esta wasn't overly calculative with him. What would I do with that stuff? This guy needs to earn his share, too. Repeating a lesson
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he once heard. Seniors are truly. I was taught that greed hinders cultivation and warps the soul. Oberon expressed immense admiration. I think Senior is so noble, unbothered by material wealth and considerate of others. Estad didn't value such flattery. Total nonsense. Of
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course, Estan knew about the swamp lord. Its fur and skin are famous for blocking ether. If you make armor or a cloak out of it, you can demand any price. But sometimes materials lose their properties after a monster dies. Just
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look at how easily this cheap skinning knife is cutting through it. That means all of this is trash. Completely worthless. Oberon suddenly wanted to know the upcoming itinerary. So, what's the next plan? We're running late, but Julie said we could rest for another
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day. He looked rather surprised. Why do we need extra rest? Est wanted to hit the road immediately after everything terrible he had just been through. I want to move around. Time gradually passed into late night. His group was
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still trudging through the dark. Finally informed them, "We've finally arrived." He led the group to camp. This is forward base 1. Is it always this dark here? All the lights are off. They don't light fires after dark. Light attracts
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monsters. Quickly ushered the two inside. Let's find the base commander. We need them to arrange rooms. Estelle looked somewhat surprised. Base commander. He explained further. It's the group of mercenaries who own this base. They take a cut of every
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mercenaries materials staying here. They're basically local tyrants. In a way, they're just glorified bandits.
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Right at that moment, someone spoke up, startling bandits. You've gotten a lot bolder since the last time I saw you, it turned out someone inside the base was staring right at them. He panicked upon realizing it was Fixer, the guild
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leader. Oberon also knew a bit of information about him. This is Fixer, leader of Forward Base One, and the name of his group is Aviat. Fixer immediately jumped down and landed in front of a staff. He suddenly stood there still.
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Out of nowhere, Fixer extended a hand to greet him. He made his intention clear.
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Don't you know how to greet people? I'm just saying hello. The stag quickly shook Fixer's hand. Is that so? Right at that moment, he suddenly squeezed harder. Fixer was slightly startled by the action. What the hell? What are you
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doing? Esteem misunderstood Fixer's intent. Wasn't that it? Fixer didn't bother arguing with Estee. I've seen all kinds of weirdos in this world. I'm too old for these childish power struggles.
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He felt as though he heard bones cracking. I'm pretty sure I just heard something snap. He quickly cut straight to the point. Anyway, what brings you guys here to greet us? Fixer stated his purpose. I have a proposal. I heard you
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guys are heading back to forward base 4, right? Oberon couldn't help but be astonished upon hearing this. How do you know? He deliberately alluded to Jelly.
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I heard some boastful explorer chatting about it. Last time he was even bragging about a plan to swindle an innocent mage. Fixer immediately got back to the point. Whatever. My intentions are simple. take us with you to forward
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outpost 4. Remembering the red crystal, Fixer replied, I have a rough idea of what's going on over there. Every outpost leader has their own ways of gathering intelligence. If forward outpost 4 falls, this place will be next. We're going to fight. He seemed
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quite pleased with the offer. That's not a bad request. The more backup, the better. Estaw was still weighing his decision. Maybe so, but Obern immediately refused. No. Hearing that, he couldn't hide the anger welling up inside him. The stack cursed at him
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under his breath. What kind of nonsense are you babbling, you stupid [ __ ] Fixer still tried to explain his reasoning. "If Outpost 4 falls, we won't be safe here either. We're joining the fight." Yet Oberin stubbornly refused
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once more. "No." He asked with a hint of doubt. "Can't we go with you?" he immediately asserted. "That's right. You can't." Ober went on to describe the situation there. The area around Outpost 4 has been a dead zone for a long time.
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"I don't know how much you guys actually know, but whatever you're imagining, the reality is way worse." Fixer abruptly echoed his words. "Worse, you say." In other words, he coldly drew his own conclusion. Should I take that as a
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warning not to go digging our own graves? Oberin simply kept silent without answering, but then he boldly affirmed, "Yes, you could say that exact thing." The old man's expression instantly darkened. Fixer was immediately provoked by those words.
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"You're being too arrogant, young mage. Who the hell do you think you are to make decisions for us?" His pride had now been deeply bruised. "Maybe in your eyes, it's just the pathetic life of a swordsman. But we have our pride, too.
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Things we need to protect in lines that must never be crossed." Fixer asked with a chill that sent a shiver down Rally's spine. Then what gives you that right?
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Why is it okay for you to protect your homeland but not for us to protect our home? Hearing you were Lee Hem's disciple, I expected a lot more. But what you're saying is a huge letdown. He was completely shaken by Fixer's
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overwhelming aura. The old man suddenly reigned in his terrifying presence. Despite his anger, Fixer held his tongue. I'll arrange living quarters for you guys. We'll talk later. Damn mosquitoes. Overn was already starting to regret what he had just said. Estee,
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on the other hand, acted quite nonchalant. Getting here was exhausting. I'm soaked through from the swamp. I'm going to go wash up first. He hurriedly scrambled to follow him. I'm coming, too. Estad turned his head back at him
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with a look. You idiot. Time slowly drifted toward midnight. He had just stepped out of one of the bases tents.
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Est felt much better now. His body obviously felt a lot lighter. He walked pasty's tent nearby. Est still had something left to do, so a little later, he arrived at Fixer's tent. The old man looked quite surprised to see him show
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up here. Fixer immediately eyed him with suspicion. Esta, what are you doing here at this hour? He casually sat down and replied, "Nothing important. I just came to talk." The old man remarked on his attitude. "You've got a lot of nerve for
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someone so young." Estab brushed it off lazily. "It's nothing much." Fixer wanted to probe further. "How old are you anyway, Esta?" Naturally, he didn't give an honest answer. "I turned 50 just last year." The old man immediately saw
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through the lie. "You're out of your mind." Fixer prepared to cut the conversation short. If you're just here to spout nonsense, Esta's attention drifted to something else on the table.
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It seemed he had picked up on Fixer's resolve. You guys are planning to head to the fourth outpost no matter what.
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The old man immediately confirmed, "Yes." Estab promptly pitched him an offer. "Why don't you just come with us?
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Don't tell me your ego is bruised over a few words from a kid still wet behind the ears. We're heading there anyway.
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Wouldn't it be better to go together?" Fixer remained skeptical. You guys are all talk. Esta immediately stood his ground. I'm different from that punk. As he was speaking, he suddenly paused. I'm acting my age just now. Things almost
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turned physical between us. That was why Esta was quite wary of his strength. People who reached a realm like his were extremely rare, even in the circle of knights. Therefore, he had to tread carefully when talking to him. Fixer had
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to concede. That sounds a bit harsh, but you're not wrong. The stair still nudged him to tag along. It would be much better if all parties cooperated. Why would you refuse our help under these circumstances, especially when our help
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could completely change the tide? The old man tried to reframe the nature of the deal. Can I consider this a commission? The stack couldn't help but look surprised at the demand. Hey, I'm already giving you what you want. What
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else are you trying to squeeze out of me? Fixer stated his desire and escape route. He still couldn't believe his ears and escape route. The old man mapped out his future plan. Only veteran mercenaries can make it to the fourth
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outpost. We're going to evacuate the younger ones out of the Hammer Great Forest. The X on the map marks the location of the fourth base. Estelle let out a sigh of disbelief. You're risking your life just to save the kids. How
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touching? He replied calmly. Touching. I'm just a cornered man. Anyway, to secure the escape route, we need the scouty's help. His temperament might be trash, but he's the best in this forest.
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In exchange, we'll hand our scout over to you. Stay still didn't get the rationale behind it. Really? Why? The old man provided more context. Didn't you know the swamp monster is prowling the wetlands? Our trackers aren't sharp enough to find a route looping around
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that swamp. Hearing that, he casually declared, "What? If that's all, the whole thing's already sorted out." Fixer stared in wideeyed shock, completely missing the meaning of those words. The day pointed out the absurdity of the situation. How the hell do you think we
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got to this outpost? If we'd gone around the swamp, we would have hit the third outpost already. Fixer made a wild guess. Don't tell me the swamp lord went back to the marsh and stayed put. He half agreed with him. No, you could say
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it went back. The stab brought it up with a rather chilling tone to meet its maker. He dropped a earthshattering truth. I sent it off with my own hands.
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Time gradually drifted into the next morning. The mercenaries were busy dismantling the base. We got to burn that tent. Get the old soaked cloth over here. Torch all the gear. We can always make new ones later. Estas stood by
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watching them work. He abruptly brought up last night's conversation. Did you check out everything I said? Fixer confirmed. Yeah, that corpse really belonged to the swamp boss. He grew curious about Esta's identity. Who the hell are you anyway? He feigned
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ignorance. What do you mean? Esta waited for Fixer's answer. Well, still haven't made up your mind. The old man gave his final verdict. No, I've decided. As long as the kids are evacuated safely, just like we agreed, I'll do it. Fixer
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suddenly fell silent, deep in thought. Then he spoke up with a question. What do you want? No. What's your real goal?
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Est calmly repeated, "Didn't I already say it?" Canon fodder. He pressed on with his proposal. "You guys will escort us to the fourth outpost. After that, you're free to do whatever you want.
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How's that?" He accepted Est's arrangement. Understood. He suddenly remembered something else to say. One more thing wanted to be blunt. Dropped the polite talk. "You might be 2 years older than me, but both of us are old-timers. No need to sweat the small
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stuff, don't you think so?" Hearing that, he couldn't help a flash of annoyance. So arrogant. Fixer judged his age by his height. Clearly, the kid was younger than him, 2 years older. A thought struck him, leaving him stunned.
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Wait, is he serious? Considering he beat the swamp boss, maybe he's actually some ancient master who drank an elixir of eternal youth. That would make a lot more sense. Right on Q, Mars walked over to report on their progress. Leader, all
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the scouts are back. The camp is almost packed up. Fixer was still lost in his own thoughts and delayed his response.
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Maurice looked a bit startled by his demeanor. Leader. Fixer suddenly snapped an order at him. Stop pecking. Hurry up.
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Call it off and gather everyone. He wanted to set out immediately. We can't keep our client waiting any longer.
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Fixer had gathered everyone in the base. The time to leave had finally arrived. He doled out the tasks. Half the forces will push deep into the dense forest.
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Fixer assigned the rest to the younger members and the other half will find the escape route out. He raised his voice in declaration. I don't want to hear another word. Live up to the name Aviot, the legacy of those who were once our
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family and our teachers. Right then, someone spoke up with an objection. Leader. The younger members began volunteering. I want to go too. I'm coming. Count me in as well. Leader. My sword play is way better than that guys.
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They still had plenty of confidence in their own skills. I might not be great at sword fighting, but nobody beats my speed. The seasoned mercenaries found it quite annoying. These troublesome brats.
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Fixer cut through the noise instantly. That's enough. He exuded a terrifying aura as he commanded them. Your discipline is way too soft. I won't accept any whining. Get lost. Fixer was furious at the youngster's defiance. Get out and wait for your disciplinary
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punishment. You bastards are going to get beaten half to death. Hearing that, one of the soldiers couldn't hold back his tears. He barked angrily. What are you idiots still standing around for?
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Get out of my sight. Estab quietly turned around and walked away. Memories of someone from the past suddenly surfaced in his mind. Estab as if he wanted nothing to do with it. Damn it all. Suddenly walked over with a
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question. Are Aviat's warriors joining this expedition too? Esta was slightly surprised but answered. That's right.
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Did you hear everything just now? He forced an awkward laugh. Honestly, from my perspective, that's the right move.
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He subtly hinted at Obern. A mage might think like that, but these Aviot mercenaries are a bit different because they're monster hunters who have quietly protected this place for two centuries.
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He couldn't look down on them either. Hunters. Turns out they were the ones holding the secret to winning. Spoke up in the old man's defense. While I believe no creature could possibly stand in the mage's way, their support will
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definitely come in handy. Esta readily accepted them. That would be great. By the way, aren't you going to pack your gear? He flashed a confident smile. I've already got everything packed neatly.
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Figures. Esta instantly crushed hopes. when you're about to turn to dust. What's the point of lugging junk around anyway? No way. Hearing that, he panicked. Why are you talking about bad omens? I stored everything in the storage space you gave me. The stam
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mocked him. Your talent for running away is certainly convenient. He vehemently denied it. I'm not running away.
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Instead, suddenly offered, "If this journey goes well, would you find it in your heart to take me along? I can't promise anything grand, but I'm lightning fast at running errands and doing heavy lifting." He naturally saw right through the man's intentions.
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You're willing to bet your life on this hand. Makes sense. Where else am I going to find a backing this solid and reliable? Est recalled the two lurking dangers. Getting purged by Deculan or getting dragged into a mess with the
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forbidden magic cult. But the higher the risk, the greater the reward, right? He still needed to weigh it. Fine. Let me see how you perform first. Immediately bowed low in gratitude. Thank you, sir.
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I'll give it my all. I swear I won't sell my soul out. Right on. Q. Fixer abruptly approached. All preparations are complete. The stack calmly asked back. All done. The old man had another favor to ask. No need to waste time on
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empty pleasantries. But before we head out, can you help me persuade someone? The stout was ready to throw down.
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Persuade. Who is it? Just bring them over to me. Fixer quickly revealed who it was. They aren't here. They're currently at base camp 2. He looked slightly surprised by the news. Base camp 2. The old man needed their help.
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That's right. Go over there and convince leader Hack to back us. In the worst case scenario, if you can't convince the old man, at least borrow his vice captain. The guy's a bit arrogant, but he has the brain of a brilliant
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tactician. Meanwhile, someone was staring into the darkness, waiting for someone. Shortly after, Bran spotted a figure approaching. You've arrived.
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Naturally, he recognized who had just shown up. Leader Hock. Hick wanted a report first. How's everything going?
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Bran gave his rundown and asked for instructions. The relocation to forward outpost 4 is ready. Right now, we're just clearing out the equipment. What are your orders? Hearing that, Hock demanded, "Just leave them be. Even if the spore fiends take them, we can
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always take them back." Hearing the command, he stood silently without a word. Bran looked rather confused. "We can't figure that out until we come back." He suddenly confided in him. "It feels so empty." Hick started to explain, then stopped. When I took the
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leader seat, I thought I held the whole world in my hands. You probably don't understand since you've never stood in this position yourself. Hearing that, he instinctively frowned in annoyance. He was already mentally prepared. I suppose you won't get a shot at this seat until
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I draw my last breath. Bran quickly brushed off the dark thought. Don't pull that face and make such grim jokes. Why are you acting so weird all of a sudden?
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How just let out a sigh of weird. He continued to muse. I'm not sure. Maybe because I feel death approaching. I just wanted to vent a bit. Bran still couldn't believe his ears. On your deathbed, leader, could it be? He
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immediately brought up Fixer's group. Are you planning to go with Aviat's crew? How kept a calm expression as he replied, "I'm not sure if I'll go with them, but we're definitely rendevuing at the same spot." Bran blew his top and
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shouted, "Have you lost your mind? That's Deathros, the one who turned the entire forest upside down, even if it hasn't truly woken up yet. Why are second great mercenaries like us walking straight into a death trap? The leader I
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know wouldn't make such an emotional move." He probed. So, what kind of person am I in your eyes? Bran replied without missing a beat. You were always just a guy who chased after lucrative jobs. Hak had caught wind of some
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rumors. It's not just a bunch of nameless mercenaries on that battlefield anymore. Former war mages and all sorts of spell-casting masters are swarming toward it. He scoffed with utter disdain. Aside from that former mage, aren't they all just a bunch of trash?
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Oh, please, let's face reality. Bran pointed out the harsh truth. The guys who wanted dessert right now are already packed into all three carriages. Please reconsider moving to base camp 4. He noticed the man's anxious look. Looks like you're starting to fear death, too.
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Bran admitted it straight up. Yeah, I don't want to die for nothing. Hik suddenly wanted to hand things over.
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Then you take over as leader. Bran still couldn't believe it. What did you say?
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Hock calmly repeated. You should get used to the idea of taking over this position anyway. No need to carry on this mercenary group's old name. Run it yourself and do whatever you want. Bran stood frozen in complete shock. He
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slapped his own cheek to check if he was dreaming. He handed everything over to Brand. Is that satisfactory? I can leave you with a lesson to remember. As of right now, you are the leader. Hack cheerfully tossed out a new name. The
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victim of mercenary core. You can decide whatever name you like anyway since for base camp 2. Right then, a voice rang out from behind him, startling him. The mysterious figure suddenly shoved a hand straight through Hock's chest. This is
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quite a touching farewell, but what can you do? It's still too early for us to say goodbye here because I plan to send all of you off to the exact same place.
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Bran let out an enraged roar at the site. Filled with bitter resentment, he charged right at him. Yet, Wind calmly kicked Hick in the back. He used the momentum to leap high into the air. Bran glared at Win with furious eyes. Why the
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hell did it end up like this? The man was slowly running out of life. How looked at him with resolute eyes and gave his final instructions. Find a way to survive. He flashed a final smile and repeated, "You're the leader now." How
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used his remaining strength to shove Bran away from the spot. In a flash, a horrific explosion tore through base camp 2. Esta, who was in the middle of casting magic, felt the shockwave of the explosion. He wore an angry expression.
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A bunch of ratlike cowards just as expected. Meanwhile, a group of people clashed with an ogre. Look, ogres. The lead man barked orders downward. Form up immediately. Chain squad to the front.
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They looked quite hurried. Hurry up. The staff stood calmly to one side and observed. So standard monsters are trolls and ogres now. He also sensed a problem. The deeper they ventured into the great forest, the denser the monsters spawn rate became. Even so, the
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mercenaries were now hurling iron hooks toward the ogre. Once they pinned its movements, they shouted, "Chain squad in position. Elimination squad move in." Instantly, the mercenaries launched a continuous barrage of attacks. Aim true and stab go to hell. Observing the
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battle, a staff formed a favorable impression of them. True veterans. Their experience is quite impressive. They're performing even better than I expected.
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Meanwhile, Fixer felt differently. If they seem a bit clumsy, I hope you'll forgive them. It's been so long since they last engaged in real combat, so everyone hasn't quite caught their rhythm yet. Hearing this, Estelle looks somewhat surprised. Still haven't caught
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the rhythm. He confirmed, "Right, old-timers like usually only handle holding the chains. The actual elimination duty is up to the younger generation. Fixer assured him. Anyway, this won't affect our progress. At that moment, Estas's attention was drawn to
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the properties of the chains. According to those chains were forged from the Forosaur. Even factoring that in their skill and coordination couldn't be underestimated. Suddenly, a sound echoed from behind a sta and the old man. It turned out to be Oberon looking rather
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timid. He turned his head away shily, avoiding their gaze. Yet, Oberon soon regained his resolve. He expressed his remorse to Fixer. about what happened earlier. I sincerely apologize." His reply caught Oberon completely offguard.
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"I want to apologize to you, too." Fixer gently patted his shoulder in comfort. "And don't dwell on it too much.
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Everyone makes mistakes. The essential thing is that we learn from those errors." Oberon felt somewhat relieved upon being forgiven. "Yes, I understand." Fixer immediately assigned him a task, then hurry over there and lend a hand. Everyone's getting old, so
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our bones aren't as agile anymore. Oberon was slightly startled, but complied, "Yes, right away." Just then, someone shouted loudly to get his attention. Captain, you better come take a look at this. Walking over, Fixer immediately recognized an acquaintance.
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Brand walked over to inspect as well. Is he an acquaintance of yours? The old man revealed Bran's identity. He's the vice captain of base 2. He also noticed the injuries on his face. It seemed a serious crisis had occurred at base 2.
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The sta immediately associated it with the enemy lurking in the shadows. Come to think of it, those little rats have been stubbornly clinging to our tails for a long time now. There's a high chance they struck at base 2, which
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happens to be our destination. Danger surrounds us now, so we need to be careful. He suddenly turned around to take on a new responsibility. Perhaps we need to set off immediately. From this point on, I will take the lid. Estas
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solemnly instructed them, "Stay close behind me." Sometime later, his group was ambushed by monsters once again.
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"Trolls! Trolls again." Naturally, Esta handled them effortlessly, finishing them off with a single sword slash. Grew extremely worried upon spotting a monster in the sky. It's a drake. In the blink of an eye, he neatly dealt with everything. Done yet? Let's keep moving.
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Consulting the map, announced the next route. This is a highly toxic area. We have to take a detour. Without much thought, Stead directly unleashed fire.
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Is doing this really going to be fine? Felt quite baffled by the action. What's wrong with the old man? All of a sudden, stay abruptly urged him on because things are going too smoothly. Is he starting to rest lazily again? Go on
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ahead and survey the route carefully. Quickly rushed to comply. So impatient. I'll go all right. Moving out right now.
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Time continued to tick away and several days later. Raley informed everyone, "We're almost approaching base 2." Hearing this, a staff fell silent in thought for a moment, he abruptly volunteered to scout. "I'll go survey the situation first." Fixer ordered the
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rest of the group, "We need to pick up the pace to catch up." They immediately chorused in unison understood. The group quickly hurried after staff. Among them was Oberon, who still looked quite uneasy. Bringing up the rear was Brand,
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who still hadn't regained consciousness. A little later, Fixer and the group arrived at base 2. He suddenly sensed a lingering scent in the air. Fixer's eyes widened in astonishment. What a strange smell. The gates of base 2 were wide
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open at that moment. The three of them with Fixer leading quickly stepped inside. The style was already waiting there. However, the horrific sight before them was utterly shocking. Oberon couldn't believe such savagery. This what on earth is going on here? Couldn't
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hold it back and vomited on the spot. He walked back to regroup with them. Estas suddenly walked over to check on Brand.
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Without wasting words, he slapped him hard across the face. Alarmed, he hurriedly excused Brand. No way. No matter how strong Senior is, getting ambushed like this makes it hard to defend. Right after that, he dazedly woke up. Who's that? Where is this?
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Seeing this, Esta immediately spoke up. I need to ask you a few things. Without beating around the bush, he got straight to the point. What happened at base 2?
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Bran wasn't fully awake yet. Base 2. Could the place I'm standing right now actually be two? Witnessing the horrifying scene before him, he too was struck by severe shock. A short while later, Esta assisted in cremating the unfortunate victims. Fixer sought him
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out for a matters. So, you're here. He took issue with a staz decision. Hey kid, acting like that right now was genuinely a bit harsh. Fixer expressed skepticism. Was it really necessary to deliberately wake Bran up to question
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him right in the middle of this horrific scene? The stair replied nonchalantly. He needed to witness the death of his comrades with his own eyes. The old man disapproved. I don't think that was a wise decision. Without much elaboration,
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he turned and walked away. That's how it is. Still, isn't this better than letting him endlessly torment himself inside? Fixer still intended to retort, saying that is only partly right. No, that's not it. He suddenly felt a surge
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of sympathy for St. I don't know why, but I sense deep solitude radiating from that small figure. It feels as though he has experienced the pain of losing many of his own comrades, but that's a story for another time. There are still
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matters to clear up. Surely, you owe me an explanation now. Fixer listed out a few clues he knew. What on earth is going on? Could this be related to the man in the black cloak brand just mentioned? Or is it tied to the little
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rats you've been hunting all this time? The stat turned back to admit to him, "Yes, they are all closely connected, and they really are despicably arrogant." He abruptly focused his gaze ahead. The st instantly spotted five blue lights in the forest, daring to
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issue a blatant challenge like this. At this, a confident smile formed on his face. I'll accept this game on your terms. You bastards of the forbidden magic guild. Presently, Fixer gazed pensive at the forest ahead. He recalled a sta's parting words. If dawn arrives
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and I haven't returned, the group should head out first. I'll catch up with you guys soon enough, so there's no need to delay. Remembering this, Fixer felt a twinge of worry inside. He still couldn't figure the boy out. That fellow
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truly was an uncrackable enigma. Meanwhile, Esta was speeding through the woods in search of the enemy. He knew his enemy well. Sanvadium, the executioners of the forbidden magic guild. Come to think of it, a grudge from a past life already existed between
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them. Estelle recalled several crucial pieces of information from the past. They were the ones who provided the holy artifact to aid Pryzen's escape, and even now they were brazenly trying to rope him in. He understood the enemy's endurance. Having hidden in the shadows
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for a long time, their tenacity definitely exceeded all expectations. Because of that, perhaps I should personally go teach them a lesson. The sky began to drizzle with rain. Midan, he came to an abrupt halt. By the way, today's weather is simply ideal for
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trampling someone into the dirt. Estelle looked up into the tree and posed a question. Do you agree with me? Up there perched the raven whose vision win was sharing. Far away, he muttered his words back. A great day to wipe someone out.
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Truly worthy of being a prey. Well worth the hunt. Win looked down at the red orb in his hand. Let's see. All preparations are complete. He's ready for battle, too. Can we kick things off now, just as you said, today is indeed a fine day.
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Shortly after, Esta approached Wind's vicinity. He looked around and spoke up. How curious. There's no one else around Staff. However, in the blink of an eye, a flurry of red shadows suddenly appeared surrounding him. The staff feigned innocent surprise. Good grief.
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I'm not even sure whether I should feel honored or not. Your spirit beast not only guided the way, but cleared out every single monster. Things went smoother than expected. Right at that moment, a red light flickered beneath Ast's feet. Instantly, a destructive
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wave of power was unleashed. Those red shadows were actually capable of casting magic. Whoever slaughters 13 sinners shall bear all their sins upon themselves. Tens of thousands of illnesses and terrifying nightmares would simultaneously ravage his body, corresponding to the weight of the sins
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those 13 individuals had committed. Whoever eliminates the 13 sinners take on all their karma. This is the punishment for anyone who dares disrupt our rules. He finally stepped out of hiding. I'm the one who feels honored, Hunter. I hope you'll be satisfied with
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the gift I painstakingly arranged. Inside, Estam managed to reply to win. I'm actually quite thrilled to be honest. He suddenly made his move, flashing forward to strike the red shadow right in front of him. The stat turned serious in combat. It's rare for
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me to face an opponent like this. He immediately used blood magic to obliterate the remaining red shadows.
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The stat charged straight toward Win, ignoring the fact that his counterattacks were still wiping out the rest of the red shadows. Seeing the incoming attack, he stood his ground without flinching. Win looked quite impressed by his strength. He drew his
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weapon. You're executing a rather exquisite type of spell. Win slammed it hard into the ground. However, he quickly channeled magic into his scythe.
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Let out your screams. Win instantly launched his attack directly at a staff. He grabbed another red orb and crushed it directly and take this magic spell as well. Right after that, Wind summoned Shine. Awaken my loyal subordinate. He
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immediately ordered him to eliminate him and Shine swiftly complied. However, Wind tweaked his command slightly. Make him wish you were dead, then drag him back to me. He slowly strolled closer to a staff. Without a word, Shine drew his
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weapon and raised his sword, aiming straight at him. Seeing Shine disobeying orders, Wind flew into a rage. Hey, you armored bastard. I gave explicit orders not to take his life. Paying no heed, he repeatedly hacked downward. He frantically tried to stop him. Shine
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wait, you bastard. Stop right now. Mid-range, Winds eyes widened in astonishment. Stop. Esta actually managed to block those slashes with his bare hands. He ruthlessly batted Shine's weapon aside with a single sweep. He was utterly shocked by the feed. Estad had
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truly been provoked this time around. Watching the battle from the sidelines, Win couldn't believe his eyes. How can this happen? These are clearly the 13 great sins. It's nothing less than a mutant curse far beyond the control of
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ordinary magic. By now, he should be in a miserable state. Why does he still look so full of vitality? He glanced over at Shine and the death knight once more. Win recalled his origin. Although he couldn't unleash his full prime
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power, his very entity was an elite knight in his golden age. A treasure of soul forged from one of the most brutal men in the world. And yet that guy is going toe-to-toe with the death knight without losing ground. The staz fist
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closed in right in front of Shine's face. Without showing mercy, he punched him squarely in the face. At this point, panic began to set in for win. Damn it.
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At this rate, my priceless masterpiece is going to be completely destroyed. He instantly cast another spell, targeting a staff. The distraction caught him off guard. Seizing the opening, Shine stabbed straight toward a staff.
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Witnessing the scene, Win was thrilled. Splendid, a flawless finishing blow. Feeling rather smug, he failed to notice the blood pulled right beneath his feet.
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You idiot. too absorbed in looking at the undead knight to even notice me. My collection is about to gain a brand new piece. Suddenly, the blood stains on the ground lit up. Win felt momentarily confused. What? Instantly, a terrifying
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explosion erupted right beneath his feet. A moment later, the dust and smoke began to clear. Win was now injured, panting heavily with fatigue as his eyes widened involuntarily. Finding that his legs were gone, he let out a scream of
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agony. Meanwhile, Estas slowly stepped closer to Win. Your death knight puppet looks quite imposing, though. He recognized his background. You belong to the forbidden magic cult, don't you?
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Uneremoniously removed the crescent mask. Now then, let's sit down and have a little chat. He laid down a few rules.
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Listen closely. There are three rules you must follow during this conversation. Rule number one, watch where you're looking. You'd better glue your eyes to the tips of my shoes.
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Enraged, he snapped. You punk still wet behind the ears. Before wind could finish, his eyes were gouged out. He calmly questioned him. Do you realize you need to be more polite now? Rule number two, no cheap tricks. I spared a
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guy a few days ago only for him to turn around and bite me. Finally, whatever I ask, you must spill the absolute truth.
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Got it. He subsequently squeezed quite a bit of information out of him. Well, did you crawl here all by yourself? I'm guessing your target must be death rows.
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Then why did you pivot to targeting me instead? Turns out I was just considered prey, you son of a [ __ ] Est suddenly peeled back a part of his shirt. All right, next up. Have you ever seen this
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symbol? He was a dark magic practitioner, someone who performed taboos defying the natural order.
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Perhaps he would know a thing or two about this mark. He couldn't answer the question. I can't see anything, so I wouldn't know. The staff realized he might have slipped up. I guess because you're wearing a blindfold, my eyes got
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way too used to it. He let out a sigh and dropped the subject. Oh well, who knows what kind of experiments dark mages like you do with corpses anyway.
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It's better to keep my own secrets to myself. The stout continued probing for information. What is Sanvadium's true objective? Spit out everything you know.
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That was Wind tried to spill the details, but suddenly dropped dead. In the blink of an eye, all life completely left him. Seeing this, a stag gave a brief inspection. Was there some kind of seal placed on him? Good thing I managed
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to get the essentials out of him in time. Otherwise, it would have been a total disaster. He finally spat out all the remaining poison in his system. Good grief. The staff felt quite annoyed at that moment. This is driving me crazy
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with how much of a pain it is. Just then, he suddenly realized something. Didn't he just mention the 13 sins a moment ago? The mark on his dad's chest was actually reacting. A curse had just been triggered. Thank goodness the mark
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reacted in time to protect him, but he almost lost his life just from catching a little mouse. He abruptly glanced toward Shine. Either way, Esta found himself in a bit of a dilemma. How am I supposed to deal with that thing? He
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quickly found a ring on Wind's body. The control item had to be somewhere around here. Found it. Esta immediately gave him an order. Hey buddy, come over here.
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Shine reacted and stood up. I await your orders, sir. He suddenly felt a bit helpless. Estab promptly ordered Shine.
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Seeing you up close, how on earth did you get this huge lower your posture a bit? He actually went ahead and relinquished control over him. Good enough. You're free now. Est gave his final command. Go back to your eternal
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sleep. Amidst the pouring rain, he stood there utterly astonished. Free Shine still hadn't adapted to it. Is this what freedom feels like? Right then, lines of inscriptions began radiating from his body. The seal on Shine's body was slowly fading away. The final chains
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binding him had finally shattered. The didn't want to drag things out with him any longer. Right. Congrats. Now we go our separate ways. See youa. Just then, Shine had something he wanted to say to him. However, kid, you look like a wet
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behind the ears, kid. Yet, you've got quite a cheeky tone. He instantly sensed something was wrong. No, wait. What's going on here? The stad quickly reiterated his command. Listen, I told you that you're free now. If you've got
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your freedom, why don't you just piss off and rest in peace? What the hell are you playing at? He immediately threw his own words back at him. Didn't you just say, "I've attained freedom. Then choosing to keep existing in this world
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is also my freedom." As annoyed as he was, Stad didn't want to dwell on it.
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Then go ahead and enjoy that freedom until you kick the bucket. I'm getting out of here. Shine still wanted to follow him. Fine, lead the way. Staff flared up and argued back with him.
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Honestly, I've seen my share of bizarre things, but this situation is completely speechless. Shine only focused on his attitude. You're acting pretty disrespectful for Junior. Esteemed immediately retorted. I've lived through a pretty long stretch myself. Naturally, he fired right back. Thanks for the
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reminder. By the time I breath my last, I was several times older than you. He still held his ground. Haven't you ever heard the saying that death makes no distinction between young and old? Shine had already experienced mortality. I've
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already paid a visit to the other side once. You could consider me an experienced veteran. Hearing that, Estas stopped arguing back. He had no choice but to let him tag along. Damn it. By the next morning, Estag grew curious.
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How about a proper introduction? What's your family name? A master swordsman must have a pretty illustrious background. He prepared to recount. No matter how prestigious it was, there's probably nothing left by this generation. That was the year 137 of the
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Imperial calendar. The stab promptly cut Shine off. I have zero interest in listening to a history lecture. He thought the guy felt pretty ancient. The year 137 of the Imperial calendar.
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You've been around for quite a while. Shine wanted to know the current time. What year is it now? The stack quickly answered him. It's currently the year 374 of the Imperial calendar. Shine started firing off questions. What about
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the Lord family? Does the Dollamp estate still exist? Everything is still no. Wait a minute. Hey, you Iron Hunk, he was answering when he suddenly noticed something. He had actually discarded his outer cloak. Iron Hunk. Estas switched to another nickname. Or should I call
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you old Tin Can? Shine didn't react too strongly. Tin Can. He let out a weary sigh, just as I expected. He's just a swordsman with an empty skull. I really want to punch him, but I got to hold it
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in. This is definitely not because I'm scared of the swordsmanship of a freshly awakened grandmaster. He suddenly put on a polite front. At least let me know your name. What is it? He looked fairly satisfied with the attitude. There you
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go. Wouldn't it have been better if you asked like that from the start? I feel like kids these days lack respect for their seniors compared to the old days.
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Hearing that, Esta immediately thought of Liim. Why does this guy keep reminding me of my old senior? He cleared his throat to reveal his identity. Fine, I'll let you know.
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Though I'm not even sure if my name still holds any value nowadays. Shine dropped his true identity. My name is Shine von Lemons, master knight of the Lemons family. The stag couldn't help but be startled upon hearing that he had
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heard rumors about him before. Are you that crazy bastard? Shine looked puzzled. What? He still couldn't believe his eyes. No way in hell. The most bloodthirsty madman in history is standing right in front of me. Estat instantly remembered his moniker, the
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slaughter king, the emperor's assassin. He couldn't help breaking into an excited grin. Hey, why don't you come work with me? Esta had indeed heard of that name before Shine von Lemons. He recalled the most famous rumor in history. He was remembered as the
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regicidal king, a traitor, but Shine was also known by many other titles. Esta also knew of Shine's exceptional talent, the greatest genius in history, a born warrior who mastered not only swordsmanship, but all kinds of weaponry. And finally, the genius who
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went mad following the collapse of the Lemons family. A prodigy who reached the realm of swordmaster at just 18 years old. Without a doubt, he'd make a reliable combat asset. I've got to watch out for those damn dark mages, not just
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death rows. This was a fantastic tool to boost his own strength. Are a fantastic ally. That was it. The st reiterated his offer. Hey, what do you say we team up?
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Shine still didn't get the point. Team up. He started stirring up emotions in him. The mage who dragged you out of your eternal slumber and dragged you through the mud. Don't you want payback?
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Seeing Shine get angry, Estagru thrilled. Interesting. That sounds even better than a good bowl of soup. He instantly remembered when that bastard is still alive. Then who was that guy just now? He revealed the truth. just one of his small fry underlings. The
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stack kept provoking Shine. You probably don't remember. To him, you're nothing more than a tool. What did he say again?
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All right, he said. You were too weak to be of any use. His words instantly struck a nerve with the man's pride.
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Shine flared up with rage. I'll tear him to pieces. He kept a calm tone. Even if you want him dead, it won't be easy to find him. He immediately realized Estab was hiding something. Judging by your tone, you sound like you know exactly
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where to find him. He didn't bother hiding it. Sure do. Coincidentally, I've got a bit of bad blood with him myself, but I can't just hand over that info for free. Estas seized the chance to pitch Shine. So, what do you say? Do we have a
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deal? He fell silent and thought. Uneasy as he was. Shine accepted. I feel like I'm getting scammed by you. Oh well.
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Since I was planning to tag along with you for a while anyway, I might as well hunt him down on the side. The stag gladly shook his hand. Glad to hear it.
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Let's get moving then. I'll introduce you to my comrades. A little later, the two of them returned to base camp, too.
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Fixer noticed them right on Q. You're back just in time. He also picked up on something right away. Fixer shifted his focus to shine. Who's the guy standing behind you? The stat didn't explain right away. Cut the crap and go call
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Obern and over here. Bring Bran too if you can. I've got something to discuss with everyone. A short while later, he had everyone gathered. All right, everyone's here. Did you all rest well last night? Let out a heavy sigh and
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complained. Rest. While someone was busy slacking off somewhere else, we were out here risking our lives working. Ourn immediately stepped in to reign him in.
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He noticed Bran's unusual expression. I assume you guys have been mercenaries long enough to know how things work.
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Must be making your blood boil with anger, huh? You're not still bitter about me punching you in the face yesterday, are you? The way you're glaring at me could punch right through a person. Now, let me explain why I was
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missing yesterday. After that, everyone got a brief grasp of the situation. So, that's what happened. At that moment, everyone looks startled by him. So, you're saying this guy in the hooded robe is a death knight who reached the
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level of a swordmaster? Instead, gave a nonchalant assessment. He's just a walking pile of scrap metal. Shine was slightly irritated. Damn brat. He pulled back his hood so they could get a better look. A death knight indeed. I knew
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something felt off, but I never imagined it would be a death knight. Oberin spoke up with a question. Senior, how is this even possible? Death knights are cursed monsters. How could you bring a creature like that back here? He didn't
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understand the man's point. What do you mean by that? Should we just chop his head off simply because he's a cursed monster? Shine displayed a mocking attitude. My head won't come off even if you tried. Estas simply shot him a
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sideways glance. Oberin's face still showed clear anxiety. He suddenly called out his name. Oberin. He answered immediately, "Yes, senior." Esta asked him a simple question. Can you fight better than him? Shine answered in Oberin's place. Huh? Obviously, I'd tear
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that guy to shreds with ease. He continued questioning him. When he was alive, he was a knight who attained the rank of swordmaster, a cursed monster.
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Do you have any idea how many mercenaries a single monster like this is worth? Oberin couldn't come up with an answer. Shine suddenly had something to say to him. Hey, young mage. He got ready to listen. Go ahead and speak your
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mind. He proudly pointed at his chest. I used to be a loyal knight of the emperor. Even if I've become a cursed monster, as you call it, my loyalty remains rock solid. Estab couldn't help rolling his eyes at those words. Look at
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him talking big. Shine began pouring his heart out. Do you have any idea what kind of agonizing pain a soul suffers when turned into a wraith? Even to this day, I can still feel that pain. Though I no longer possess a human body, it
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still feels like a fire is burning away my very ego. Shine suddenly moved to draw his sword. Even so, Ourn watched the scene with wideeyed shock. He set his sword down and displayed a knight's pride. I am still the emperor's proud
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blade. Yet that bastard mage dared to trample upon my loyalty. Do you know the heart of a knight whose loyalty has been crushed? Do you understand that pain?
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That's right. This is revenge. I'll tear that bastard mage to pieces. That's the only reason I'm still lingering in this world. But if you guys can't trust me, then take this sword and cut off my head. I swear on my master's honor. I
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willingly die by your hands. Ouburn stayed silent without replying. He was suddenly overcome with emotion and shed tears. Oberin expressed deep remorse. I was truly a fool. I acted so recklessly without understanding your suffering, my lord knight. He deeply sympathized with
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shine. I can't imagine how much you've had to endure. He turned his head to signal a stas. He secretly exposed the lie. What he said gave me the creeps.
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Such a scam. The emperor's blade. Well, I guess that's true. The blade that lpped off the emperor's head, that is.
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The staff felt a bit suspicious. I bet it took that much determination and deceit just to get the emperor's head.
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It was now evening and Obern was the last one walking out of the tent. Fixer took charge of things. Then I'll go get everything ready. He urged them back to their tents. It's getting late. Go get some rest. The Stan needed to keep
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certain things under wraps. While keeping the details about the Sanvadium dark mages quiet, everyone was now aware of a new enemy's existence. He and the others braced themselves for the upcoming battle. From here on out, our schedule won't be easy anymore. We'll
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keep pushing forward with our own beliefs. Some for survival, some for justice, some for family, and some for revenge. Esta recalled his own purpose.
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As for me, right then, Shine interrupted his train of thought. Hey, move aside. stopped blocking the way. Estab kept silent without answering. He let out a sudden sigh. Estelle looked ahead with intense excitement. All right, everything is set.
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