Chapter 378 - Final Exams
There are certain moments when Maya feels like it is impossible to control herself. From time to time, it happens, and she needs to vent her feelings.
She always thinks that it is because of her half-mutation over being a vampire. After all the research she did, she knows things like these happen from time to time.
But this time, it is different since she knows that what she did just now was not something she did because of her vampire instincts but because of her own desires.
BITE!
In one swift motion, Maya leaned in and sank her fangs into his neck. The suddenness of the action caught Astron off guard, and he inhaled sharply, a mix of surprise and a fleeting moment of vulnerability passing over his features.
The library seemed to hold its breath as Maya drank from Astron, her grip firm but gentle. The warmth of his blood filled her senses, grounding her in the moment. For Astron, it was a familiar sensation, yet the intensity of it never failed to affect him. He steadied himself, his hand resting lightly on Maya's shoulder as she fed.
Maya's mind was a whirl of emotions. She had intended to remind Astron of their unique bond, to assert her place in his life amidst the unspoken competition. As she drank, she felt the familiar rush, the intoxicating mix of power and connection.
After a moment, Maya pulled back, her lips slightly stained with his blood. She looked into Astron's eyes, searching for a reaction. His expression was calm, but there was a depth in his gaze that told her he understood her motives.
"Senior," he said, his voice steady despite the suddenness of her actions. "What was that for?"
Maya wiped her lips, a playful smirk appearing. "Just a reminder, Junior. Don't get too caught up with anyone else."
But, for Astron, her actions meant something different. "What you did just now….It was plain stupidity." His words were in contrast to her own demeanor. There was no playfulness in it.
"What?" And Maya was not expecting it.
"Senior," Astron said, looking at her directly in her eyes.
"What?" Maya was not expecting his reaction. People looked at her for a second as she raised her voice, but then they turned to what they were doing.
"Senior," Astron said, looking directly into her eyes. "You need to hide your identity as a vampire from the world. You need to know how to control your desires. Everything has a place and time, and we need to be careful."
His words made sense, but Maya couldn't help but feel like she was being treated unfairly. She narrowed her eyes, her voice lowering to a whisper. "I know that, but why are you acting like this?"
Astron leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper, but the intensity in his words was unmistakable. "What if someone saw you? What if they got suspicious? In a place filled with countless people, how can you act like that and risk everything we've done so far?"
Maya's eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and hurt. "I was just... I didn't think. I felt…"
Astron interrupted, his tone softening slightly but still firm. "We can't afford not to think, Senior Maya. One mistake, one slip, and everything we've worked for could be jeopardized."
Maya clenched her fists, her whispers heated. "You think I don't know that? It's just…"
Astron sighed, his expression softening as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I understand, Senior. But please, be more careful. We can't afford any risks."
The tension between them lingered, a mix of concern and unspoken emotions. Maya knew Astron was right, but it still stung to be reprimanded. She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his with a silent promise to be more cautious.
"Fine," she whispered, her voice softening. "I'll be more careful. But you need to understand, sometimes… it's hard."
Astron's expression didn't change. "It can be hard, but If I know one thing, the world never sees what is hard or not. It only cares if you act according to your circumstances."
For some reason, it made Maya feel like she was getting lectured, but she couldn't refute it.
"…."
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their conversation settling between them.
SILENCE!
The library, once again, seemed to hold its breath, the whispered exchange a stark reminder of the delicate balance they had to maintain.
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SCRIBBLE!
Inside a room, the sound of a pen touching the paper echoed. The room was dimly lit and the atmosphere was somehow solemn.
"Haaah..."
A girl with silver hair cascading over her shoulders leaned back on her chair, releasing a heavy sigh.
"Mother, why are you not replying back?"
Her expression was…..different from usual. The typical seriousness and confidence were absent, replaced by a deep concern etched across her features. She had always prided herself on being composed and unshakeable, but the lack of communication from her mother had unsettled her profoundly.
For days, she had tried reaching out, sending letters, and using every means available to her within the academy's strict confines. But no response came. The silence was maddening, especially given the gravity of the last message she had received.
Her mother's warning about that guy had been cryptic yet urgent, leaving her with more questions than answers.
With the academy's stringent restrictions over the cadets, she was also unable to leave the grounds to seek answers herself.
The isolation only deepened her worry. She knew her mother was capable, yet the lack of contact gnawed at her, filling her mind with worst-case scenarios.
The weight of her thoughts pressed down on her, but then a realization struck. Wasting her time fretting and waiting for a reply would do her no good. She needed to focus on what she could control and continue her mission. Her mother had always taught her to be resilient, to adapt, and to overcome obstacles.
Sitting up straighter, Seraphina steeled her resolve.
"The other plan seems to have failed."
As she looked at the photographs that were sent to her, she couldn't help but shake her head.
"Maybe I overestimated their relationship or underestimated?"
Whatever the case was, she was unable to get the reaction she wanted from him or Irina.
"And that guy didn't contact me from then. I guess I should take this as his answer."
If that was what he wanted, then she could only comply. It was not like she needed to force him right there right now.
Even though he was the name, her mother directly mentioned, if she needed to sacrifice too much to get him, it wouldn't be worth it.
If a rose was filled with too many thorns, it was bound to stay alone.
"Well, we will see about that. There is another star appearing as well. And this star seems to be the one with the ability to shake the world."
Looking at the blue-haired student, Seraphina smiled. After all, in this world, there were always many options.
And some of them could be shaped a lot more easily.
*******
In Arcadia Hunter Academy, there were exactly four courses that were theoretically tested by the academy. At least, this was the case for the freshmen.
The written exams and the oral exams for each course would take from Monday to Thursday.
The schedule was as follows:
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Monday – Dungeon Theory 1
Tuesday – History of the Valerian Federation
Wednesday – Combat Theory
Thursday – Introduction to Mana
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And, whether the academy did this entirely or not, the first and the last practical exams were the hardest.
It was not a subjective opinion but mostly a collective opinion of the students.
And now it was Monday morning, just before the first exam started.
The classroom was silent, without any sound being made. The students who were forced to wake up early had bags under their eyes.
Some of them were filled with emptiness, while some of them were calmly waiting for the papers to be distributed.
TOK! TOK! TOK!
At that moment, the classroom door swung open, and the sound of high heels striking the ground echoed through the silent room.
A woman with a somehow commanding but seductive presence entered, her posture straight and her gaze cool.
The students' heads turned almost in unison to see a new Instructor, whose nameplate read Rachel make her way to the front of the class.
It seemed she had a habit of chewing gum, which she did now with a deliberate, almost rhythmic motion.
As she reached the front of the classroom, she took a moment to survey the students, her eyes lingering on each one just long enough to make them feel slightly uneasy.
The room was filled with tense anticipation. Rachel had a reputation for being tough but fair, and the students knew that whatever she had planned for them would be challenging.
"Good morning, class HA-213," Rachel began, her voice clear and unwavering. "I trust you're all ready for the first exam of the week—Dungeon Theory 1. I will be in charge of your overseeing today."
She reached into the briefcase she had set on the desk and then flicked her hands.
Suddenly, a bunch of silhouettes appeared right beside her. They looked human, but at the same time, they lacked subsistence.
As if they were robots, rhythmically, they grabbed the papers and then started distributing them onto the tables of students.
As for the students, the ones who could spare some of their attention were watching that with awe.
After all, right now, they were witnessing one of the rarest forms of talent.
[Manifestation].
"Good luck," she said, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she handed the last paper to a student in the back row. "You're going to need it."
Rachel made the manifested humans return to the front of the classroom and leaned against the desk, crossing her arms as she continued to chew her gum. "You have exactly three hours. Begin."
With that, the students turned their attention to the papers in front of them. The exam had begun.
Ethan, seated near the middle of the classroom, glanced down at his paper. He took a deep breath and started reading through the questions.
As expected, they were designed to test not just rote memorization but a deep understanding of the subject matter and its practical applications.
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Question 1: Describe the key differences between the primary dungeon classifications and provide examples of creatures that inhabit each type.
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Ethan's mind raced as he began to formulate his response. He had spent countless hours studying for this moment, and despite the initial wave of nervousness, he felt a sense of determination.
This was the second step towards his goal of breaking into the top 100, and he was determined not to let it slip away.
Time ticked by as the students scribbled furiously on their papers. Rachel's presence at the front of the room was a constant reminder of the high standards they were expected to meet.
Occasionally, she would glance at the clock, her expression never changing, maintaining the pressure.
As the minutes turned into hours, the initial panic some students felt began to fade, replaced by a focused drive to complete the exam to the best of their abilities. The room was filled with the sounds of writing, the occasional cough, and the steady ticking of the clock.
Finally, Rachel called out, "Time's up. Pens down."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room as the students put down their pens. Rachel moved through the aisles once more, collecting the papers with the same deliberate pace she had shown earlier.
"Remember, this is just the beginning," she said as she gathered the last of the exams. "You have three more days of this, so make sure you're prepared. Dismissed."
As the students filed out of the classroom, Ethan felt a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment.
One exam down, three to go. He knew the hardest part was still ahead, but for now, he allowed himself a moment of relief.
However, he had a lot of questions to ask his friends.
Especially the girl who was sitting right before him, Irina.
"Hey, ho-"
But before he could ask her, Irina stood up and left the room. Though before leaving, she threw a look at some of the seats back.
Chapter 379 - Final Exams (2)
Irina stepped out of the restroom, her expression composed despite the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind. The air outside was crisp, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere inside the classroom.
She scanned the hallway, her eyes landing on Astron, who was leaning against the wall, waiting for her.
'Well, I knew he would get the sign.'
He looked calm, as always, his demeanor unruffled by the exam they had just completed.
As she approached him, he straightened, meeting her gaze with an unreadable expression. Irina, ever the competitor, couldn't resist the urge to probe his performance, even though this wasn't the exam they had bet on.
"How did you do?" she asked, her tone casual but with a hint of curiosity.
Astron shrugged slightly, his eyes reflecting a calm confidence. "It went well enough," he replied. "And you?"
Irina narrowed her eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty on his face. "I did fine," she said, her voice steady. "I just wanted to see if you were feeling the pressure yet."
Astron mumbled. "Pressure? From Dungeon Theory 1?" And then he looked into her eyes. "Hardly. But it's always interesting to see who's paying attention in class."
Her lips twitched into a smile, acknowledging his point. "You seem very sure of yourself," she noted, crossing her arms. "But we'll see how you handle the rest of the week."
"Indeed we will," Astron agreed, his tone light. "Though, I suppose the real test will be on Thursday."
"Introduction to Mana," Irina said, a glint of determination in her eyes. "The hardest one, and the one that I am going to crush you on."
Astron shook his head. "I wouldn't be so sure."
"If I am not sure, how can I show my best?"
"Interesting approach. Is this your way of trying to put pressure on me? Or do you want to soothe yourself by appearing strong before my eyes? Which one of these is true, I wonder."
The calm confidence in Astron's voice and the penetrating gaze he fixed on her made Irina shudder internally. It felt as though he could see through her, reading even the deepest parts of her thoughts. But she refused to let any sign of doubt show on her face. Instead, she met his eyes with a smirk.
"You think you've got me all figured out," she said, stepping closer to him. Her body leaned slightly forward, bringing her face closer to his. The proximity allowed her to catch a subtle whiff of his scent, something clean and faintly woodsy. She focused, not letting it distract her.
Lowering her voice to a whisper, she said in his ear, "If I put something into my mind, I can achieve it, no matter what."
With that, she pulled back and turned on her heel, leaving him with a lingering sense of her presence.
Her steps were quick and purposeful, her heart pounding not from fear but from the thrill of the challenge.
Yeah, because of the thrill of the challenge.
Surely.
However, for Astron, who was able to notice the redness in her ear, her words didn't mean anything.
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The second half of the theoretical exams are oral exams. It is being conducted like an interview.
The students will sit in their halls, and once their name is called, they will enter the room in which they will perform their oral explanations.
In the game, it was shown as a cutscene, but the real world was, of course, different.
I walked into the room shown on my table.
Contrary to written exams, oral exams were to be conducted in random rooms. As for the reason why?
I have no idea.
Not that it is important anyway.
Entering the room for my oral exam, I immediately noticed that a few students were already waiting there.
I quickly scanned the room, checking for the familiar faces, which was zero.
There was a palpable tension in the air for the students, though, an extension of the written exam in the morning.
I made my way to an empty seat by the window in the third row.
The students in the room were talking quietly among themselves. I listened in, catching snippets of their conversations.
"I can't believe how tough that Dungeon Theory exam was," one student muttered, running a hand through their hair in frustration. "I thought I was prepared, but some of those questions were insane."
Another student nodded in agreement. "Yeah, especially that last question about the mana flow variations in different dungeon environments. I totally blanked out. If I don't nail this oral exam, I'm screwed."
I couldn't help but nod inwardly.
The exam questions had indeed been challenging, but I believed that those who had put in the effort could manage them.
The difficulty lay in the complexity of the calculations and the need to grasp a systematic approach to dungeon theory. In essence, the academy had already provided the methods to solve certain problems, and it was the student's job to implement those techniques to their own methods.
"It was tough but not impossible," a student with glasses interjected, drawing the attention of the students around him. He had a confident aura around him. "If you understood the core principles and how to apply them, it was doable. The key was to stay calm and think through the problems methodically."
It seemed he was one of those who figured out the method to get better grades from the academy. But, well, the academy has the oral exams for this reason.
And him acting like all-knowing made me think.
'I wonder if he is the first type or the second type.'
The first type was those who acted like this because they had already internalized the concept in their minds and could implement it with utmost proficiency. This type is the one that pushes any industry further and develops it.
The second type is those who act like this not because they internalize the concept but because of the problem-solving algorithm. This type can only shine in the academy and only knows how to copy from others. These are the ones that regulate the industry.
They got the methods from the first type and then implemented them in their works and repeatedly created things.
However, the second type has a weakness. They don't develop their creativity and are only bound to other's ideas. And when faced with situations that they have never seen before, they can not achieve anything.
CREAK!
Just at that moment, while I was thinking about this, someone entered the room, and all the eyes were drawn towards her. Considering her beauty and presence, it made sense.
Lilia, with her red eyes, looked around for a second and then noticed me. Seeing the smile appearing on her face, I knew what she was about to do.
"Sigh…"
"Why are you sighing?"
"You are drawing attention to me."
"Isn't that good?"
"It is not."
"Why?"
"Because it is bothersome."
"Not really."
Seeing the smirk on her face, I somehow wanted to erase it for a split second but then took control of the feeling instantly.
"Is that so?"
I then turned my attention to the window once again, ignoring her. Even if she wants a reaction from me, not giving her is the best way of revenge.
"Hey, don't sulk. I was just joking."
"I am not sulking."
"You are."
"I am not."
"You are."
"I am not."
"Stubborn."
"You are no different."
"Well, I guess that is right," Lilia mumbled. But then, seemingly getting bored from this recurring conversation, she decided to change the topic.
"How was the exam?"
I glanced at her, noting the genuine curiosity in her eyes. "It was challenging but manageable if you prepared properly. Some of the questions were definitely designed to test our deep understanding and application skills."
Lilia nodded thoughtfully. "I found it tough, too. The question about mana flow variations was a real brain-teaser."
"Yeah, that one caught a lot of people off guard. But it's all about how well you've internalized the concepts. If you understand the principles, you can work through the complexity."
She smiled, a hint of admiration in her eyes. At least that is how it looked, but knowing Lilia, I knew she was trying to win me over.
"You always seem so composed, Astron. It's like nothing ever fazes you."
I shrugged. "It's all about focus. Panicking doesn't help anyone. Just take it one step at a time. Also, this is coming from you."
"T-"
Before Lilia could respond, the proctor entered the room, clipboard in hand. "Alright, everyone," she announced, "we'll be starting the oral exams shortly. When I call your name, please follow me to the examination room. Remember, this is your chance to demonstrate your understanding and analytical skills. Good luck."
We nodded, and the room fell silent as we waited for our names to be called.
But I could see some students' faces contorting. And the reason for that was obvious. They got the tough luck to draw.
The blonde hair and the stern expression on the instructor's face were famous already.
"Really, it really needed to be Eleanor."
Lilia whispered.
After all, Eleanor was known as the Interviewee Butcherer in the academy.
"Tough luck."
I can only respond like that.
One by one, the students were led into the examination rooms. Finally, I heard my name.
"Astron Natusalune."
I stood up, fixing my posture.
"Good luck." I heard Lilia, and with a nod, I followed the proctor out of the waiting room
Entering the examination room, I was greeted by a panel of instructors seated behind a long desk. Eleanor was among them, her presence as commanding as ever.
'She is the one in charge of this session.'
They all looked up as I approached, and I felt a brief but intense scrutiny.
"Student Natusalune, please take a seat," Eleanor said, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk. "We'll begin with your explanation of the primary dungeon classifications and the creatures that inhabit them. You have thirty seconds to prepare yourself and two minutes to talk."
I nodded, taking my seat and focusing my thoughts. The room fell silent as I gathered my thoughts, the ticking of a clock in the background marking the passing seconds. When the time was up, I took a deep breath and began.
"There are three primary dungeon classifications: Natural, Artificial, and Anomalous. Natural dungeons form naturally over time, often in areas with high concentrations of mana. Creatures in these dungeons are typically adapted to the mana-rich environment. Examples include the Mana Wolves and the Crystal Spiders, which have evolved unique abilities to harness ambient mana."
I paused for a moment, making sure to maintain eye contact with the panel. Eleanor's gaze was intense, but I remained composed.
"Artificial dungeons, on the other hand, are created by human intervention, often for training or research purposes. The creatures here are usually placed intentionally, such as the Iron Golems and the Training Drones, designed to challenge specific skill sets."
I could see a flicker of interest in Eleanor's eyes. I continued, "Lastly, Anomalous dungeons are the most unpredictable. These dungeons form under rare and often chaotic conditions, leading to a variety of unusual and often dangerous creatures. Examples include the Shadow Fiends and the Chaos Serpents, which thrive in the unstable environments of these dungeons."
As I finished, I noted the instructors watching me closely. Eleanor leaned forward, her expression stern but with a spark of expectation in her eyes.
"Very well, Mr. Natusalune. Now, consider this situation: You are leading a team through an Anomalous dungeon when you encounter a Mana Rift, a phenomenon where mana flows erratically and can disrupt magical abilities. Your healer's spells are failing, and your tank is struggling to maintain defenses. How would you handle this situation to ensure the safety of your team?"
I took a moment to think, recalling the details from our lessons on handling unexpected dungeon phenomena.
Eleanor's question was crafted to test not just my memory but my ability to apply knowledge in a practical scenario. This question made me understand why she was called Interviewee Butcherer. After all, the question was really hard.
There was a certain glint in her eyes, though. It felt like she was expecting something.
'First in the Sword Practice, and now this. I guess she changed my evaluation.'
There were pros and cons for her to change her assessment of me, but at that point, I didn't care too much. Since theoretical knowledge and skill were rather different.
'I will satisfy you this time, but you better show me good results for that.'
With that thought I began.
"To handle a Mana Rift, the first priority is to stabilize the team. I would instruct everyone to fall back to a safer zone away from the Rift's immediate influence. Next, I would have our mage attempt to use mana-dampening spells to reduce the Rift's impact, something we've practiced in our drills."
I noticed a slight nod from one of the other instructors, encouraging me to continue.
"With the Rift's influence mitigated, I would then focus on reorganizing our formation. The healer should switch to using physical remedies, like potions, to sustain the team temporarily. Meanwhile, our tank would be reinforced with physical barriers, such as enchanted shields or barricades, to hold the line until the Rift stabilizes or we can move around it."
Eleanor's stern expression softened slightly, a hint of approval in her eyes. I pressed on, "Finally, constant communication is key. Keeping everyone informed of their roles and the situation ensures that no one panics and that we can adapt swiftly to any changes."
Eleanor leaned back, a thoughtful look on her face. "Very well, Mr. Natusalune. Your approach is thorough and shows a clear understanding of dungeon dynamics and team management."
She stopped, revealing a slight smile.
"Well done."
Chapter 380 - Final Exams (3)
After the last students had finished their oral examination, Eleanor and the other instructors gathered in a small conference room adjacent to the examination hall.
The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the nervous energy that had filled the examination spaces earlier. Eleanor sat at the head of the table, her usual stern expression softened by the end of the rigorous session.
"Let's start with Lila Thornheart," Eleanor began, glancing at her notes. "Ranked fifth among the freshmen."
One of the instructors, Professor Whitaker, who was a slightly elderly man with a grown beard, nodded. "Lila's performance was impeccable. Her responses were pixel-perfect as if she had everything memorized down to the last detail. She navigated through the dungeon scenarios with confidence and precision."
"She even handled the theoretical aspects with ease," added Professor Moreau. "Her understanding of mana fluctuations in dungeons was particularly impressive. She's clearly put in a lot of effort to maintain her rank."
Eleanor nodded in agreement. "Yes, Lila's preparation and execution were flawless. It's no surprise given her ranking."
The discussion continued, moving through various students who had performed well and those who had struggled. The atmosphere was collegial but focused, with each instructor providing insights and observations.
Then, Professor Sterling leaned forward, a curious look on her face. "There was one student who caught me off-guard," she said, glancing at her notes. "Astron Natusalune, ranked 1729."
There was a brief silence as the other instructors took in the information.
Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "Student Astron Natusalune? His rank is quite low. What stood out about his performance?"
Though her question sounded like she didn't care, it was all an act. She was doing this because she wouldn't be perceived as showing a favor to the cadet of her homeroom classroom.
She also didn't want unnecessary entanglement since she was still in the process of testing him.
Sterling nodded. "His grades have shown significant improvement recently, as you must be already aware."
"I wouldn't consider it as a significant improvement, but you may continue," Eleanor interjected.
"Ah, yes." Knowing that this was how Eleanor was, Professor Sterling didn't mind. "During his oral exam, he provided a well-rounded answer to your question about handling a Mana Rift in an Anomalous dungeon. He stayed calm and articulated his strategy clearly, without any hesitation. Unlike many of the other cadets, he didn't flinch under pressure."
Professor Whitaker added, "I noticed the same. His understanding of the dungeon dynamics and team management was solid. It's clear he's put in a lot of effort. His response was not just a regurgitation of facts, but showed real analytical thinking."
Eleanor looked thoughtful. "It's good to hear that."
"Don't worry, instructor Eleanor. We won't think you are showing a favor."
"….Even if you think that this will never be the case. I never give special treatment to anyone."
"Ahaha….I guess that's right. Forgive this old man talking so impudently."
"I don't mind."
"Thank you." As Whitaker smiled warmly at Eleanor like a grandfather, he showed his rubric.
"For me, he gets full marks."
Inwardly, Eleanor smiled.
*******
In the bustling heart of Arcadia City, the Valerian Federation's capital, a young man with a white robe walked through the crowded streets with purpose.
The sun cast long shadows as it dipped toward the horizon, bathing the city in a warm, golden light.
He clutched the silver necklace tightly, its crescent moon pendant gleaming with a faint, mysterious glow.
Yet, he swiftly entered one of the back alleys, and from there, he entered the tavern.
In the dimly lit corner of a bustling tavern, Leonard sat with a hood drawn over his head, blending into the shadows.
The air was thick with the scent of ale and the murmur of hushed conversations. This was the kind of place where secrets were traded as freely as coin—an ideal location for gathering information.
Leonard's eyes scanned the room, settling on a woman seated across from him. She had a sharp, calculating gaze and an air of mystery about her. Her slanted eye showed that she was from the east.
Known among the informants as Shina, she was a well-respected broker of knowledge, adept at navigating the undercurrents of Arcadia City's darker side.
"Any progress from your side?" Leonard began, his voice low and steady.
Shina leaned back, a faint smile playing on her lips. "It was a curious matter indeed. Someone from your place is looking for a person with such uncertain criteria." Yet, seeing Leonard not revealing anything with his face and the tranquility remaining, she decided not to beat around the bush. "There isn't any progress yet.
My men searched the whole city and back alleys, but we have yet to find anyone with the characteristics you mentioned."
"I see." Leonard was not expecting much from it in any case. After all, finding a single person in this whole city was like trying to find the needle in a haystack. "If that is the case, I will take my leave."
Just as Leonard was about to leave his place, Shina called out, her voice cutting through the murmur of the tavern. "Wait a moment. Will you be attending the Arcadia Hunter Academy's final exams?"
Leonard turned back, his expression curious but guarded. "What do you mean by that?"
Shina leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "I've heard that you have a sister who attends the Arcadia Hunter Academy. They will have duels starting next week's Monday, and the relatives of the cadets will be allowed to enter."
For a brief moment, a genuine smile tugged at Leonard's lips, though his eyes remained sharp and unwavering. "How did you come by this information?"
Shina shrugged lightly, her demeanor nonchalant. "I have my ways. Information is my trade, after all."
Leonard's eyes remained cold, but he knew this was how their business worked.
"No need to thank me. Take this information as a token of my gratitude. And you don't need to be wary. Not everyone can learn such information."
"I see," Leonard mumbled, turned his back, and left.
"Hah…." Leaving Shina breathing heavily. "What an intent…" She could only mumble.
On the outside, Leonard talked to himself. "Maybe I should give her a little surprise."
After all, even if his duty was important, he still had a bit of free time.
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"Finally. It's the last day."
"Final boss is here."
The students, who had been continuously examined throughout the week, murmured amongst themselves in hushed tones. The exhaustion was palpable, yet there was a glimmer of relief in their eyes. The last exam of the week was upon them: Introduction to Mana 1.
"This one's supposed to be tough," one student whispered, nervously adjusting their glasses.
"Yeah, I heard from one of the assistants that this time the exam was going to be really hard." another replied, their voice tinged with apprehension.
"Great, just what we need," a third student muttered sarcastically, slumping in their chair.
The classroom fell silent as the door opened with a creak; in strode instructor, a bulky man with a stern face that looked as though it had been chiseled from stone.
His nameplate read Ethan.
His presence commanded immediate attention, and the students straightened in their seats. He had the air of someone who had come straight out of the military, his movements precise and mechanical.
Without a word, he began distributing the exam papers, his large hands moving methodically. Each paper was placed on the desks with a firm, almost rhythmic motion. The students watched in a mixture of awe and trepidation as he made his way down the rows.
As he reached the front of the room again, Instructor Ethan turned to face the class, his expression unyielding. "Good morning," he said, his voice deep and resonant. "This is your final exam for the week: Introduction to Mana 1. You will have two hours to complete the test. Ensure you answer every question to the best of your ability."
He paused, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "Exam duration will be three hours. Good luck."
With that, he took a step back and signaled for the students to begin. The sound of rustling papers and scribbling pens filled the room almost immediately.
Irina looked at the paper before her, feeling confident. She had studied hard for this moment, and her preparation had been thorough. Taking a deep breath, she began to read the questions.
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Introduction to Mana 1 - Final Exam
Question 1: Describe the primary methods of mana channeling and their applications in spellcasting.
Question 2: Explain the differences between elemental mana types and how they interact in a mana-rich environment.
Question 3: Discuss the historical significance of mana wells and their impact on modern magical theory.
Question 4:
Part a: Provide an overview of the various techniques used in mana reinforcement for physical combat.
Part b: Given the boundary conditions below, obtain the series form of the solution for the Mana Wavelength Equation.
Part c: Calculate the Mana Wavelength emitted by the Hunter, whose body is shown in Figure 1, using the series form you obtained in Part B. (Note: Any form of solution obtained by using another method won't be accepted.)
Question 5: Analyze the role of mana flow in healing spells, including the potential risks and benefits. Calculate the average unit mana consumption for four different forms of injuries.
Question 6: A mage finds themselves in a dungeon where mana density fluctuates rapidly due to an ancient artifact's influence. The artifact causes the ambient mana to alternate between extreme concentrations and near-depletion every ten minutes.
Formulate a strategy for the mage to stabilize their mana flow and maintain spellcasting efficiency while navigating the dungeon and neutralizing the artifact. Include calculations for mana consumption and regeneration under these conditions.
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Irina's eyes lit up as she read through the first five questions. She knew these answers well and quickly began to write.
For Question 1, she detailed the primary methods of mana channeling, emphasizing their practical applications. Her pen moved swiftly as she explained the nuances of direct channeling, flow channeling, and ambient channeling, each with relevant examples from her studies.
Question 2 was straightforward for her. She elaborated on the differences between elemental mana types—fire, water, earth, and air—and their interactions in mana-rich environments, such as creating combined elemental effects and their potential volatility.
Of course, she needed to include diagrams, basic blocks, and many other examples in her answer, but for her, it was like a child's play.
Question 3 was easy, discussing the discovery of mana wells and their transformative effect on magical theory and practice.
'This question….I guess they don't want many students to fail the course.'
It was a classic move. Putting such an easy question in the exam so that students would at least get a passing grade.
She included key historical figures and events that highlighted the importance of these wells. And that was it.
For Question 4, she outlined various techniques used in mana reinforcement for physical combat, from basic mana infusion into weapons to advanced techniques like mana armoring and enhancing physical attributes through mana flow control.
This part was where things started getting a bit harder since she needed to be quick with her solution steps, but at the same time, she also needed to make sure she didn't make any mistakes.
But her mind was fast with the calculations as always.
Question 5 had her exploring the complexities of healing spells.
She discussed the delicate balance required to avoid overcharging or undercharging a healing spell, the dangers of mana feedback, and the critical role of controlled mana flow.
And then, she showed her calculations.
Then, she reached Question 6.
Irina paused, her brow furrowing as she read the problem. The scenario presented was challenging, requiring not only a deep understanding of mana mechanics but also the ability to apply that knowledge in a high-stress, dynamic environment.
She took a deep breath and started outlining her thoughts. The key would be to stabilize mana flow despite the fluctuating environment. She began by calculating the mage's average mana consumption per spell and their natural mana regeneration rate.
Irina wrote:
Mana Consumption per Spell: 50 mana units
Mana Regeneration Rate: 10 mana units per minute
With the mana density fluctuating every ten minutes, she had to consider both extremes: a high concentration where mana regeneration might temporarily increase and near-depletion where regeneration could halt entirely.
She continued:
High Concentration Phase: Mana regeneration might increase to 20 units per minute.
Near-Depletion Phase:
-Mana regeneration could drop to 0 units per minute.
-Irina sketched out a strategy:
1. During High Concentration Phases:
-Cast high-mana spells to utilize the surplus.
-Store excess mana in mana crystals for later use.
2. During Near-Depletion Phases:
-Conserve mana by casting only essential spells.
-Use stored mana from crystals to maintain necessary spellcasting.
She calculated the optimal use of mana during these cycles:
High Concentration:
-Regenerate 200 mana units in 10 minutes.
-Use 100 units for spellcasting and store 100 units.
Near-Depletion:
-Consume stored mana at a rate of 10 units per minute, maintaining minimal spellcasting activities.
Irina's pen moved more slowly as she worked through the details, ensuring her strategy was viable. She included diagrams to illustrate the mana flow and graphs to represent the fluctuations and her planned mana usage.
Finally, she concluded with a summary of how the mage could neutralize the artifact by synchronizing their actions with the mana fluctuations, using stored mana strategically to maintain stability.
Irina leaned back in her chair, reviewing her work. The last question had taken considerable effort, but she felt confident in her solution.
She glanced at the clock, noting she had used her time well.
Instructor Ethan's voice broke the silence. "Time's up. Pens down."
Irina set her pen aside, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. The week had been grueling, but she had faced the final boss and given it her best.
Chapter 381- Final Exams (4)
As the students filed out of the classroom, the atmosphere was a mix of relief and exhaustion. Their faces were filled with joy.
They had faced their final challenge of the week, and now all that was left was to await their results.
"Finally, freedom."
Julia mumbled, raising her arms to stretch her body. There was a wide smile on her face.
"We still have an oral exam, you know." Yet, Lucas didn't let her have her way, reminding her of what was to come.
"Tsk. Why did you have to interrupt my mood?"
"It is not like I said anything wrong."
"So what? You don't need to say the truth all the time."
"I can say whatever you want."
"Yeah? Then, should I beat you up, saying I can do whatever you want?"
"Why don't you try?"
"Come on then!"
These two had been fighting more frequently than before. Even though they were twins, Lucas had always played the role of neutralizer of Julia in the past. But that was no longer the case, as he seemed to not hold back either.
"Hey, calm down."
"Don't interfere."
"Indeed."
Ethan, who tried to interject, was refused helplessly. He could only look at the two with a sigh.
"Noisy."
At that moment, Lilia mumbled.
"What did you say?" Julia, who had been irritated by Lucas, narrowed her eyes.
"We just finished a long three-hour exam. Sorry, but I can't bear your voice right now."
What she said was indeed how she was feeling. Normally, she didn't mind Julia's antics and rather felt amused by them. But that wasn't the case right now. The reason for that was…
'I fucked up the last question.'
She realized that her answer to the sixth question was wrong, and that realization hit her at the exact last moment when Instructor Hartley was collecting the papers.
Julia's eyes flared with irritation as she glared at Lilia. "If you can't bear my voice, you're free to leave then," she snapped, her tone sharp and challenging.
Lilia met her gaze, unfazed. "I'll do exactly that," she replied coolly. Without another word, she stood up and began to gather her things.
The rest of the group watched in surprise as Lilia made her way to the door. The suddenness of her departure left a palpable tension in the air. Irina, who had been quietly observing, also stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ethan asked, concern evident in his voice.
Irina smiled at him, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I need to take care of something," she said, her tone lighter than usual. With that, she followed Lilia out of the room.
'She really is in a good mood.'
Irina walked with a confident stride, a smirk playing on her lips. She was sure she had aced the exam. Her preparation had paid off, and she was eager to see where she stood among her peers.
Outside, the cold winter air felt refreshing after the stifling atmosphere of the exam room.
Irina scanned the crowd of students, her eyes landing on Astron, who was leaning casually against a tree.
He seemed as calm and composed as ever, his face betraying no signs of stress or exhaustion.
Irina approached him, her smirk widening. "So, how did it go?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of smugness.
Astron looked up, meeting her gaze with his usual calm demeanor. "It went well," he replied simply, his expression unreadable.
Irina tilted her head slightly, studying him. "Just well? Not nervous about the results?"
He shook his head. "No, I think I did what was needed."
This time, Irina wasn't to falter. After all, she was going to win and would make this serious face crumble.
For a moment, they stood in silence, the bustling sounds of other students fading into the background. It was a strange feeling but not an unwelcome one.
"I have to admit," Irina said, breaking the silence, "that last question was tough. But I think I nailed it."
"It was indeed harder. Question 6 and Question 4 are the ones that were harder than others."
"Question 4. I don't think it was hard."
"Hmm…." Astron's eyes were narrowed for a split second.
'Why?'
An uncomfortable feeling appeared inside Irina's mind.
"If that is how you think." Astron shrugged off,
Irina felt a twinge of doubt. Had she missed something in Question 4? But she quickly pushed the thought aside. No, she was confident in her answers. She had prepared thoroughly and executed her strategy well.
"Well," she said, leaning in slightly, "we'll see soon enough, won't we?"
Astron met her gaze, his calm demeanor unwavering. "Yes, we will."
There was a moment of silence again, filled with an unspoken challenge. Irina's competitive spirit flared, but she also felt a strange sense of camaraderie. Despite their rivalry, there was a respect that ran deeper than mere competition.
"You know," Irina said, breaking the silence once more, "I almost admire your calmness. Almost."
"And I almost admire your determination. Almost."
"Ahahaha…." Irina laughed, the sound light and genuine.
"What is so funny?"
"I don't know, I just feel like laughing."
'With him, it feels strangely fun.'
"I see…."
"Not everything needs to be able to be explained, you know." Irina smiled.
"Not everything needs to be able to be explained…." Astron repeated her words. "I guess that is one way to say it."
"One way to say what?"
"Surrender."
"I am not surrendering."
"You are giving up upon finding a reason. What else is it other than surrendering?"
"You and your sophistry. Though, I think sometimes surrendering is the better option." Saying those words, she looked into his purple eyes. "It is better than getting drowned in despair and struggling for something impossible."
As for why she was saying those words, she didn't know. Something, a slightly veiled memory, was urging her, it felt like.
For a split second, Astron's eyes widened. It was an insanely quick reaction, something that many students would miss. But Irina, being the high-ranking student she was and knowing him better than almost everyone else, caught his reaction.
Then, after that fleeting moment, Astron regained control of his expression, his face once again a mask of calm and composure.
Irina's heart raced slightly. She had seen it—a glimpse of something buried deep within him. Her words had struck a chord, however briefly.
"Interesting," Astron finally said, his voice as steady as ever. "I didn't expect you to be the type to consider surrender an option."
'I didn't expect myself to say such a thing either.'
Irina thought inwardly. But, while she was saying those things, she didn't feel any type of denial at all. As if someone, something, genuinely believed that.
"Sometimes it's not about surrendering," Irina replied, her tone softer. "It's about knowing when to change your approach. When to adapt. Isn't that right? Just like how people look different from the outside, the things we have experienced may make us drift farther away from the truth, making us disillusioned."
'You were the one who showed me how my own judgment can blind my own eyes. But you….'
At that moment, a voice echoed in her head.
–Even after trying to achieve my revenge in the pursuit of the very beings that made my life hell, I learned the enemy I deemed had never been the ones I sought."
–It was then I realized it's not the weak's fault for being trampled, nor the strong's fault for using their power. It's this world's fault for giving power to the wrong people."
"Urghk-!"
Her temples ached, and her vision blurred for a split second.
Something….
She was seeing something.
It was a veiled vision, but there, she saw a spear piercing someone's chest: familiar black hair and pale skin.
–I am sorry…..for failing everything and seeing such a person turning in this way…."
Another familiar face with blue hair. Both of them were people she knew, the voices she knew.
–May the Lord bless your soul….."
A question lingered deep in her consciousness as her vision gradually returned to normal.
'Why did you lose your own self….?'
Facing the same purple eyes….
She felt like there was a familiar shallowness inside.
But, compared to how she had seen previously…
'Previously? When?'
Now, they didn't look as shallow and dead. At least, there was a partial clarity in his eyes now.
"Are you okay?"
Astron's voice rang in her ears.
'Ah….'
She was still shaken, her head hurting. But his voice brought her to reality. She could see his eyes narrowed, and he was looking at her.
Irina knew what that gaze meant. He was analyzing her deeply like he did every time. Checking reactions, looking for things so that he could know.
"I am fine." She replied, yet even her voice felt like it didn't belong to her.
"...I see…" Astron didn't look convinced, but he also didn't overstep the boundaries. He simply nodded his head.
"Hey."
Astron stopped, his gaze flickering back to her.
"One day, when you finish what you are chasing, what are you going to do?" Irina asked, her voice laced with genuine curiosity. She needed to know the answer to that.
'So that you don't repeat the same ending.'
She needed to know if he needed to be saved. She needed to know if he would end up like the same.
Astron paused, his expression hardening. His eyes turned cold, a chill sweeping over his features.
"When that happens....."
And then a wave of sadness washed over his eyes…As well as guilt.
"It will be my time to serve my sentence," he said, his voice low.
Irina felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, the gravity of his statement sinking in. She had touched a nerve, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.
This glimpse into his hidden depths only fueled her determination to understand him better.
'Your sentence….'
Irina mumbled inwardly.
– The enemy was never what you knew.
What if….She asked….
The memories were faint, and countless pieces spread into her consciousness. Yet, slowly but surely, she was awakening them.
And she knew….
'Once I remember everything….I will get the answers to my questions….'
Astron turned away, leaving Irina standing there, her mind a whirl of thoughts and unanswered questions.
As he walked away, she couldn't help but feel that she could no longer disperse their paths.
Whether or not she became entangled with him so much that…
'I will not give up on him.'
She could get away no more.
And with that realization came a resolve to uncover the truth behind the enigmatic boy with the purple eyes.
Chapter 382 - Final Exams (5)
The theoretical exams were finally over, and the academy granted a three-day break to allow the students to recover and prepare for the upcoming practical exams. These duels were more than just tests; they were a showcase of the freshmen's talent and potential, a long-standing tradition of the academy.
In her office, Eleanor took a moment to savor her morning coffee. This wasn't just any coffee; it was a high-concentrated filtered brew made from a special leaf nurtured in a specific mana zone.
The leaf was a rare commodity, hardly accessible to anyone, even high-ranking government officials. She had it ordered specifically for herself, a small indulgence that she permitted amidst her demanding responsibilities.
"….."
Eleanor lifted the cup to her lips, her expression remaining stoic as she relished the rich, robust flavor.
"The taste is the best, as usual." She commented.
The coffee's unique aroma filled the room, providing a brief moment of calm before the day's work began. Setting the cup down, she began to prepare for another day, her mind already shifting gears to focus on the tasks ahead.
"Then, let's start."
As she organized her desk, her eyes fell on a document resting in the corner. With a slight wave of her hand, she used her 「Telekinesis」 to bring the document to her. It was the file containing the details of the relatives of each student in her homeroom class.
Curious and meticulous by nature, Eleanor began to go through the names one by one. After all, in this event, people from the outside world would be allowed to enter, and that is by far one of the most risky decisions.
Considering the recent events that were surrounding the academy, she knew being cautious was important.
Also, she believed that understanding her students' backgrounds could provide valuable insights into their behavior, motivations, and potential challenges.
She flipped open the file and started reading.
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Irina Emberheart
Relative: Esme Abigail (Appointed by Matriarch Emberheart)(Nanny)
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Eleanor raised an eyebrow. The Emberheart family was known for their strict control and high expectations. Since they were a rather high-ranking mage family, it was no surprise that the matriarch wouldn't directly attend.
Though it may look like an utter disregard, Matriarch Emberheart was known to be like that, so Eleanor didn't find it surprising.
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Lilia Thornheart
Relative: James Thornheart (Father)
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Yet, for another cadet, the case was different. After all, Lilia's father was attending to the event.
'James Thornheart. Previous S-rank Hunter, Global Ranking 24.'
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5-6. Julia and Lucas Middleton
Relative: Fergus Middleton(Father)
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A man who is the patriarch of the current Middleton Family, one of the Five Sword Families.
And a current S-rank hunter. He was still active on the field and one of the most dangerous people in the entire continent.
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Carl Braveheart
Relative: General Kyle Braveheart (Father)
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The general of the military. Someone who had been on the frontlines for years and had been awarded with the metals.
Ethan HartleyRelatives: Aunt Kaya Hartley and Niece Jane Hartley
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'Kaya….'
The moment Eleanor saw the name on the list, for the first time in the day, her eyes shook. After all, the woman was familiar, someone she was acquainted with before.
'So, you are the one coming with your child.'
Remembering a certain person in her head, she smiled. It was a helpless smile.
"I guess you are poking your victory into my eyes."
A faint whisper escaped her mouth. Yet, it was just a brief moment. For her, those were the memories of the past, something that she had long forgotten.
Turning her attention to the list once again, she continued to go through the names.
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Astron Natusalune
Relatives: Garrett Baxter and Reina Bond (Foster Father and Foster Mother)
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The moment Eleanor saw the names Garrett Baxter and Reina Bond, her eyes narrowed. She knew Reina Bond well, a name not easily forgotten.
'That organization….'
At that moment, she slowly started putting the pieces into the puzzle. It explained how a kid like Astron could enter one of the best, possibly best, academies without any help.
'So, they are the ones behind him.'
Eleanor's eyes were narrowed. If that organization played a role in Astron's administration, there was a very high chance that things would not be as simple as they looked.
As Eleanor recalled Astron's performance during the dungeon exams, his attitude, and his prowess in the oral exams, a pattern began to emerge. His rude attitude and low scores seemed deliberate as if designed to lower her expectations. His sudden request for weapons mid-semester and the numerous incidents surrounding him started to make sense in a new light.
'Maybe he's been laying low intentionally. Maybe, from the start, he's been faking it all.'
The more Eleanor considered this, the more she saw a potential strategy behind his actions. His behavior could have been a calculated effort to remain invisible in her eyes. His sudden improvement and involvement in dangerous events suggested hidden depths and capabilities.
'It's possible the organization messed with his talent assessment to lower his entrance score,' she thought, considering the implications.
Eleanor's gaze hardened. If Astron was connected to such an organization and had been manipulating his performance all along, it meant that there was a possibility that he was far more capable and dangerous than she had previously thought.
This realization demanded a reassessment of her approach towards him.
This was something that she had already been doing, but that name, Reina, evoked another perspective. Things that she had never considered previously were now starting to come to light.
And at the end of the day, she could only do one thing.
'Observe and understand. My role here is to guide.'
After all, even if he is from that organization, it wasn't like he was a threat or anything. She could just observe him closely.
'Closely….Right, let's see it in the future.'
With that thought, she stamped over the document.
*******
Dorian, Helia, and Aria sat together in the dimly lit common room, the glow of the tablet casting eerie shadows across their faces. They had gathered to watch a popular video that had surfaced, hoping to glean some insight into the recent string of attacks.
The video showed Emma, a well-known sophomore, and her group mercilessly beating a freshman named Ethan and a girl beside him. The scene was brutal, yet Dorian's face didn't change.
"That's Emma," Helia muttered, her eyes narrowing in recognition. "What is she doing?"
Aria winced, her injuries still fresh. "This is horrible. Why would they do this?"
Dorian remained silent, his mind racing as he connected the dots. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and a dark realization settled over him.
"Ethan Hartley," he murmured, his eyes narrowing as he replayed the video in his mind. "The chances of him being connected to your assailant are highly possible... a plot of revenge."
"That…was it really him? What if he wasn't connected to anything at all?" Aria asked. Even though her injuries and the beating she received remained in her memory, she still didn't want to act blindly.
"We can't be sure. After all, even the academy was unable to find anything regarding the assailant." Dorian answered. Yet, his eyes were ferocious. "But, so what? Even if he wasn't connected, at the end of the day, they started the war, and we will only continue it."
Helia looked at him, concern etched on her face. "What are you thinking, Dorian?"
Dorian pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number. "I have a plan," he said, his voice steady. "I know a freshman who owes me a favor. I'll ask him to deal with Ethan in the Final Exam duels."
Helia's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... take him down during the exams?"
Dorian nodded, his gaze steely. "Exactly. We need to hit him where it hurts and show him that we won't stand for this. If he's responsible for what happened to Aria, he needs to pay."
"B-but…."
"Shut up, Aria. Did you forget what they did to you?"
"N-no."
"Right. Me neither."
"But, that freshmen….Will he accept it? Since everything is happening between us and freshmen, why would he take it?" Helia asked. Her words made sense.
"Well, he doesn't have any choice but to do so." Dorian just smiled and dialed the number.
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On the other side of the academy, another deal between a freshman and a sophomore-year student was going.
Trevor Philips stood leaning against the brick wall near the academy's training grounds, his dark eyes scanning the crowd for his target.
The buzz of students mingling and the clatter of training equipment filled the air, but his focus was singular. He spotted Liam Wayne, a freshman with a determined stride and a steely glint in his eye, making his way through the throng.
As Liam approached, Trevor pushed off the wall and stepped into his path. Liam halted, looking up at the sophomore, who was a good head taller than him.
"Hey, Wayne," Trevor began, his voice low and steady. "You ready to deal with that bastard?"
Liam's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing at the mention of his target. He nodded firmly. "Yes," he said, his voice carrying a quiet intensity. "I haven't forgotten what he did. The humiliation he put me through..."
Trevor's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Good. Because the final exam duels are coming up fast, this is your chance to trample over him, show everyone what you're made of, and you will have your reward."
Liam's eyes burned with resolve. "I will," he replied, his fists clenching at his sides. "I'll make sure he regrets ever crossing me."
Trevor nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit. Remember, it's not just about winning—it's about making a statement. You crush him, and you crush his reputation. Everyone will remember that kid as a failure."
Liam's expression hardened, a mixture of anger and determination fueling his resolve. "I won't let him get away with it. I'll make sure he feels every bit of the shame he made me feel."
"Good," Trevor said, clapping a hand on Liam's shoulder. "When the time comes, unleash everything you've got. We'll be watching."
"I will not disappoint you," Liam said, looking at his smartwatch. There was his target.
Chapter 383 - Final Exams (6)
Arcadia Hunter Academy was a huge institute. There are several different buildings inside the campus, and a lot of students are accommodated all the time.
Each year, over two thousand freshmen apply to the academy. Therefore, the academy needs to be very systematic with their explanations.
The tradition of the duels for the freshmen students is also a taxing event. But at the same time, it is something that is widely funded by the government.
After all, in a way, it is an opportunity for the future Hunter candidates to market themselves. Though not everyone is able to watch the duels, those who are allowed to do so can already cover the expenses.
In any case, since each student needs to duel at least once, the sheer amounts of duels that need to be processed is huge, considering the number of students reaching 2400.
And that is also the reason why the whole week is dedicated to these duels. After all, there will be over a thousand deals that need to be processed.
The duels were structured to encourage students to challenge themselves and demonstrate their abilities. Each student was required to participate in at least one duel. The rules encouraged challenging higher-ranked opponents while discouraging challenging lower-ranked ones.
This was because challenging a lower-ranked student was seen as an act of a weak-minded individual, both by the community and the scouts.
The academy set the default grade for each student at zero. Their grade would increase based on the prowess and skill they demonstrated during their duel.
As a result, it was strategically unwise for students to challenge those ranked below them, as it would not contribute significantly to their grades.
Each student only had one right to appoint a duel, and no student could appoint more than one person.
After all, if this limitation wasn't included in the rules, then it would be nearly impossible for the academy to conduct such an important event.
To facilitate the organization of these duels, students needed to appoint the individuals they wanted to challenge by Saturday. This allowed the academy sufficient time to adjust the schedule accordingly and ensure that each duel was conducted smoothly.
Relatives and a select few outsiders were allowed to attend the duels, adding an element of pressure and motivation for the students. Their presence served as both support and scrutiny, pushing the students to perform at their best.
As the weekend approached, the academy buzzed with anticipation. Students were busy strategizing, consulting with mentors, and finalizing their choices.
Meanwhile, the administration worked tirelessly to ensure everything was in place for the grand event.
The way to ensure one's challenge was simple.
On the academy website, students search for the person they want to challenge, and then they choose from there. And once the appointment is made and approved by the academy, then a mail would be sent to both the challenger and the challenged so that they could both be prepared.
It was an easy process.
Yet, there was always a person who would have a hard time making such a decision.
"Sigh….."
Kellan Stormrider sat at his desk, the glow of his computer screen illuminating his frustrated expression.
The academy's website displayed profiles of his peers, but his attention was fixed on one in particular: Ethan Hartley. Ethan was renowned for his prowess and talent, one of the most promising students in their year.
Kellan sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Why me?" he muttered under his breath. "These bastards are forcing me to do unnecessary stupid things."
He had received the message from Dorian earlier that day, a request that felt more like a command. Dorian had helped him out once, and now he was calling in that favor. Kellan couldn't refuse, not without facing serious consequences.
"Just great," he grumbled. His eyes flicked back to Ethan's profile. This guy probably didn't deserve this, but Kellan's hands were tied.
Dorian had made it clear: deal with Ethan during the Final Exam duels or else his brother….
Kellan's finger hovered over the mouse, a moment of hesitation creeping in. "Damn it," he cursed softly, frustration bubbling up inside him. He didn't want to be part of this mess, but he had no choice, especially since clearly targeting the heir of Hartleys was a blatant act of stupidity, but there was nothing he could do.
With a resigned sigh, he moved the cursor over the "Challenge" button next to Ethan's name. "Here goes nothing," he muttered, pressing the button.
A confirmation screen popped up, asking him to verify his choice. It was red as if to say the decision he was making was stupid. Yet, he clicked "Yes," and a moment later, a notification appeared, confirming that his duel appointment had been approved. Both he and Ethan would receive emails shortly, notifying them of the challenge.
Kellan leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "What a mess," he said to himself. "All I wanted was to get through this semester without any drama."
He knew the duels were a big deal, an opportunity for students to showcase their skills and attract attention from scouts. But this felt different, tainted by ulterior motives and personal vendettas.
"Sorry, Ethan Hartley," he whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. "I hope you understand."
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Eleanor sat in her dimly lit office, a cup of her high-concentrated, specially ordered coffee on the desk beside her. The aroma of the rare mana-infused leaf used in the brew filled the room, providing a brief moment of solace before she dove into the tasks at hand.
The end of the semester was always a whirlwind of activity, and the Final Exam duels added an extra layer of complexity. She picked up the stack of duel appointments submitted by her homeroom students, ready to review their choices and ensure everything was in order.
She began with Irina Emberheart's challenge.
Irina Emberheart (Rank 3) - Seraphina Frostborne (Rank 1)
Eleanor nodded approvingly. Seraphina was a strong opponent, and this duel would undoubtedly push Irina to her limits. The rivalry between the two families would never diminish. And she expected no less from the Emberheart prodigy.
Julia Middleton (Rank 61) - Damien Arkwright (Rank 21)
'Rank 21? Interesting.'
Raising an eyebrow, Eleanor considered this choice. Julia's rank was around 60, but Eleanor knew that Julia was much stronger than her rank indicated. Her poor academic performance often masked her true potential.
'That kid is probably one of the strongest in my class in terms of pure combat capability. Though, she is still a gem that needs to be polished.'
Nodding, Eleanor moved on, confident that Julia would rise to the occasion.
Lilia Thornheart (Rank 5) - Adam Rotschwen (Rank 4)
A slight smile played on Eleanor's lips. Lilia was fearless, always ready to challenge the best. This duel would be a significant test, but Eleanor believed in Lilia's capabilities.
Lucas Middleton - Vincent Hale (Rank 54)
'Lucas had chosen wisely,' Eleanor thought. Vincent Hale was a balanced fighter, and this duel would be a good measure of Lucas's progress. It was a pretty safe choice, something that didn't contain many risks.
After all, challenging a too-strong opponent would rather make it hard for the student to display their capabilities since the opponents would, in general, not leave them many options.
Carl Braveheart - Fiona Winter (Rank 82)
A solid choice. Carl was methodical and precise, and Fiona Winter was known for her strategic prowess. This duel promised to be an interesting clash of styles.
When she reached Ethan Hartley's appointment, her eyes narrowed.
Kellan Stormrider (Rank 456) - Ethan Hartley(Rank 970)
'This…..'
Eleanor's expression darkened. Kellan, ranked 456, challenging Ethan, who was ranked 970, was suspicious. It was unusual for a higher-ranked student to challenge someone so much lower.
After all, there were many discouraging points for such a decision.
She pondered the motives behind this choice. Was it a personal vendetta, or was Kellan trying to make a name for himself by defeating someone well-known like Ethan?
'Making use of the fact that Ehtan Hartley is famous is a good idea but it can backfire strongly as well. But we will see about that.'
The Hartley family's prominence meant this duel would attract significant attention, making it a potential strategy for Kellan to boost his reputation.
'It will be interesting to watch.'
Eleanor smiled. After all, she herself witnessed Ethan's growth over the year since she was the one grading his work.
And she knew what kind of a monster Ethan was and currently is.
After reading a little more, she reached Astron Natusalune's appointment.
Liam Wayne (Rank 1279) - Astron Natusalune(Rank 1729)
There was another such case. This time, she was in her own class. Both Liam Wayne and Astron Natusalune were her own students, and in her own case, such a situation was occurring.
"Sigh…."
But, well. It wasn't her job to intervene with every decision the students made. She could only oversee them and pinpoint their mistakes afterward since the youngsters needed to experience the consequences of their actions.
'And, I am certain. With everything I had seen, this duel will be a good indicator.'
Though she would not interfere even if she wanted to, she didn't even want to do so.
Both for Ethan and for Astron.
Since both of them were possible candidates in her eyes, she needed to test them until the end.
'Though hypocritical, it is necessary.'
This was how she comforted herself.
As she was about to move on to the next task, her computer pinged with a new email notification. Glancing at the screen, she noticed something unusual—the sender field was blank. Her eyes narrowed. It was practically impossible for a sender to be blank since the domain of the sender was directly linked to the device's mana imprint.
Curiosity piqued, she opened the email. It contained only one line:
"Look at your window frame."
A chill ran down Eleanor's spine. She immediately spread her senses, scanning for any threats. Finding none, she cautiously approached the window, her hand hovering near her sword just in case. When she reached the window, she noticed a small, inconspicuous pocket placed on the ledge.
She carefully picked it up, opening it to find a stack of photos made by mana—a technique used to capture images in the mana world. As she flipped through them, her eyes widened, and her breath caught in her throat.
The first few images showed Professor Whitaker, a respected colleague, engaged in a conversation with a woman Eleanor recognized all too well: Alisha Virgo, known as the Mad Puppeteer.
"Alisha….."
The sight of her nemesis sent a wave of anger and dread through Eleanor.
Alisha Virgo was a criminal Eleanor despised deeply, responsible for numerous atrocities and manipulations using her twisted control over mana puppets.
"You are still out there…."
Seeing her in these photos, conversing with someone from within the academy, was both shocking and infuriating.
The final photo in the stack had a brief note scrawled at the bottom:
"There will be an attack during the final exams."
Eleanor's grip tightened on the photos, her mind racing. The pressure in the room intensified as her mana flared in response to her anger and concern. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm and think clearly.
The implications of this information were dire. An attack during the final exams could endanger the lives of her students and undermine the very fabric of the academy. She had to act swiftly and discreetly.
"But it is also a good opportunity."
One traitor wouldn't alone be able to organize such an attack.
And this whole situation would be a good opportunity to find those traitors, even though things could get risky at the end.
Chapter 384 - Final Exams (7)
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, casting a soft, golden light across the academy grounds. Eleanor walked briskly to her office, her mind still reeling from the revelations of the previous night.
After seeing the document, she, of course, didn't believe it immediately and started a special investigation. And, some of the things she had found…
They all matched the previous events that had transpired in the academy. Though it wasn't much, it was enough to increase the possibility of that being true.
She had spent hours contemplating her next moves, ensuring that the academy's final exams would proceed without incident despite the looming threat.
After she entered her office and settled, she was greeted by a knock on the door.
–CREAK!
Eleanor's eyes flicked up to see a young man standing there. He had incredibly handsome features; his green eyes and brown hair almost perfectly matched.
His demeanor was refined and calm, a stark contrast to the cold and wild student he had been at the start of the semester.
"Come in, Student Victor," Eleanor called, gesturing for him to take a seat. He stepped inside, moving with a grace that suggested he was fully aware of his surroundings and his own capabilities.
Eleanor watched him closely as he sat down. "Student Victor, I noticed you haven't appointed anyone for the duel," she began, her tone inquisitive but firm. "Explain the reason why."
Victor looked directly into her eyes, holding her gaze for a few moments longer than was comfortable.
A subtle but unmistakable surge of energy emanated from him, a controlled and deliberate display of his power. In Eleanor's experienced eyes, it was child's play compared to her own abilities, but it was impressive for a student.
After a pause, Victor spoke, his voice calm and measured. "I've come to realize that appointing a duel against a student for the sake of showing off my prowess is not possible for me." He stopped.
Eleanor could easily see where he was going with this.
"After all, no one in this year can pose a challenge enough to display my prowess. Not even Seraphina Frostborne or Irina Emberheart."
Eleanor narrowed her eyes. "That's an arrogant statement, Victor."
Victor remained unfazed, his demeanor steady. "It is not arrogance to know your worth, Instructor. I dislike wasting my time."
Eleanor regarded him for a moment, considering his words. "That's indeed a good quality," she acknowledged, nodding her head. "So, what do you want, then?"
Victor's eyes gleamed with a determination that Eleanor hadn't seen in him before. "I propose a duel with either a senior student or an instructor. I believe that only they can provide a challenge worthy of my abilities and truly test my limits."
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "You understand that this is highly irregular? The duels are designed to be between peers, to ensure fairness and appropriate levels of challenge."
Victor nodded. "I understand, but I also believe that exceptions can be made for the sake of genuine progress. I don't seek to undermine the system; I seek to push myself beyond its confines."
Eleanor leaned back in her chair, pondering his request. It was bold, certainly, and could set a precedent that might be difficult to manage. The repetition of the academy could also be affected by this decision, yet Eleanor knew it was already in shambles to a certain extent.
There was also a logic to his argument that she couldn't entirely dismiss. "Who do you have in mind?" she asked, curious about how far Victor's ambition extended.
"The best of the seniors or one of the more experienced instructors. Someone who can truly push me to my limits and beyond," Victor replied, his voice steady and resolute. "I do not care about winning or losing."
Eleanor considered his proposal carefully. Allowing such a duel could indeed provide valuable insights into Victor's abilities and could be beneficial for the academy's reputation if handled correctly. It was a double-edged sword at the end.
"Very well," she said finally. "I'll discuss this with the academy's board. If they approve, you'll get your chance."
"I won't disappoint."
"You are dismissed."
With that, Victor left the room, leaving Eleanor alone.
"Interesting, batch. Isn't it?"
She could see that her decision was correct.
"The ones with heavy destinies gather. This is indeed that place."
******
For the first time in a while, I saw that the Training Grounds of the academy were filled to the extreme.
It made sense, considering that the final exams were just around the corner.
Yet, it was also not logical behavior. After all, there was no way one could improve themselves enough to match their opponents in just a week.
Physical improvement didn't work like that. But, well, it was not like I cared about how the other students did anyway.
Many of the people here would lose themselves in the crowd of Hunters as time passes. Yet, even if they are part of the masses, each individual, in the end, would be important for the whole picture.
There were many dangerous events that were waiting in this world, and each of them would be a hassle on their own. At the end of the day, even those who lazed around will be forced to show their potential.
'Hard obstacles create strong individuals.'
In any case, I didn't particularly care about the whole final exam, especially the practical ones. After all, though for many, this was a good opportunity to show off their talents, I didn't care about any of those.
That was also the reason why I had appointed a random student from the list who was ranked 1550. It was enough to show that I had improved while also showing that my talent was only subpar.
'Yet, this is annoying.'
Because there was another random who suddenly appointed me.
'Liam Wayne.'
I knew him. He was from the class HA213. He was the same guy who acted impulsively. He had the tendency to lose over his emotions and had the signs of dealing with a childhood trauma.
He had some cognitive patterns that corresponded to the possible PTSD. From the way he formed sentences, my assumption was a child molestation.
'It was highly likely that he still is suffering from certain PTSD.'
In any case, his mental state wasn't normal, and even though he was able to blend into the normal life very well, there were certain points that his mind would show cracks.
Liam Wayne. His right arm was his strong arm, a typical trait of someone specializing in swordsmanship from the beginning.
His stance and grip showed the refined discipline of a swordsman, albeit tinged with an underlying tension, likely stemming from his unresolved trauma.
His rank was 1050 at the start of the semester but then dropped to 1279 in the mid-terms.
Such a drop in rank suggested more than just a lack of skill or effort. It hinted at deeper, more personal issues disrupting his focus and performance. His impulsive nature and emotional instability would inevitably affect his combat abilities and decision-making skills.
That is most likely the reason why Academy lowered his grades. Eleanor wouldn't miss such acts; neither Irina nor I were not an exception to that either.
But then the question was, why did he appoint me?
It was not logical for a higher-ranking student to challenge a lower-ranker, much less someone from the same class.
This challenge was rather personal. Seeking revenge for the previous situation seemed plausible.
But Liam wasn't lowly enough to operate solely on that emotion alone. Even if he was impulsive and emotionally unstable, he was still a student at Arcadia Hunter Academy. There had to be another reason.
Perhaps he saw this as an opportunity to regain his lost confidence or to prove something to himself. Maybe he believed that defeating me, someone he perceived as an obstacle or reminder of his past failures, would help him overcome his inner demons.
This was an act that I knew from the previous Astron. The reason why he allowed me to fuse with him.
'Fuse?'
The word got my attention. Did we completely fuse? This was something I had been pondering about for a while. After a certain point, Phantom's Land, I had been feeling more stable, be it my emotions or my state of mind. Those swings of thoughts and emotions were long gone.
'From my state of mind alone, it can be easily concluded that something related to souls happened in Phantom's Land. Yet, no one knows anything.'
'No, not no one.'
I thought.
'Irina knows something.'
There was someone who knew. After all, there was no way she could escape from my eyes. Her reactions after the Phantom's Land and her certain emotional swings from time to time.
'Yet, she is suffering the same thing. Her memory is hazy; something is blocking it.'
I need to get the answers related to those memories as well as see if Irina was someone that needed to be taken care of.
I needed to keep her close.
But for now, nothing seemed to me dangerous.
'In any case, it is highly likely that Liam Wayne is being instigated by someone.'
There was certain someone in my mind, someone that would make sense.
'But well, in the end, does it matter?'
Since the person appointed didn't pass a certain range of rank, at the end of the day, acting like I wasn't top-notch would be a lot easier for someone like him, who was controlled by his emotions.
Also, since I had confirmed that once again, Ethan and Victor would take the spotlight.
'As well as the duel between Irina and Seraphina.'
Eyes would be on other people, after all.
*******
The campus was buzzing with energy as the sun rose over Arcadia Hunter Academy. The anticipation for the week-long duels was palpable, filling the air with excitement and nervous tension.
Students hurried through the corridors, some exchanging last-minute words of encouragement with friends, others lost in their thoughts, mentally preparing for the challenges ahead.
By 8:45 A.M., the grand arenas where the duels would take place were already filling up.
Relatives, mentors, and a few select outsiders who had been granted permission to watch the duels took their seats, chatting animatedly.
The arena itself was a marvel of magical engineering, with a central arena that could shift and adapt to various combat scenarios, surrounded by tiered seating that offered everyone a clear view of the action.
RING!
At precisely 9:00 A.M., a loud gong resonated through the amphitheater, signaling the official start of the event.
And the moment it did, a hologram appeared right in the middle of every arena.
"Welcome to the Final Exam - Duels," the Headmaster announced, his voice amplified by a subtle use of mana.
"This is a time-honored tradition of our academy, where students demonstrate their skills, bravery, and determination. Each duel is a testament to their hard work and dedication. We wish all participants the best of luck."
The audience erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the amphitheater. As it died down, the Headmaster continued, "Our first duels of the day will begin shortly. Participants, please make your way to the staging area."
Backstage, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and tension. Students were lined up, waiting for their turn.
Just like that, the duel period had started.