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Chapter 292: Lanci Decides to Increase the Difficulty of the Monthly Assessment
Chapter 292: Lanci Decides to Increase the Difficulty of the Monthly Assessment
In the heart of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, within a grand council chamber that exudes an air of profound power and a weighty historical glow, an eerie silence envelops every corner.
The buzz of voices in the hall seems abruptly severed by the disturbing images on the screen, creating an unsettling quiet.
On the screen, what was once a harmonious classroom just minutes ago has now transformed into a hellish gladiatorial arena.
Chilling bloodstains grace every corner of the room, with cleanly sliced instruments and shattered furniture littering the floor.
Amidst this chaos, Lanci stands unwavering, a benevolent smile still gracing his face as if nothing untoward has occurred.
He lends a helping hand to the teachers who have arrived to retrieve the students.
"You've worked hard," Lanci says with a wave as he helps load a student from the classroom onto a transport vehicle.
"... "
The rescue teacher doesn't know how to respond and quickly leaves. This is a scene unlike any he has ever witnessed.
Dozens of students lie on the brink of death, both inside and outside the room.
It will take several trips just to transport them all.
If this continues and more students are critically injured, the local hospitals might not have enough room!
Should the severely wounded students be transferred to the public hospitals in the imperial capital of Helrom, the media will undoubtedly report a large-scale campus terror attack within the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Moreover, how can this person, who is obviously the mastermind, be helping with the students like a concerned bystander?!
Meanwhile, at the other end of the screen, by the conference table...
"... "
"How many students has he killed so far?"
Not only the students in the classroom but also those who were rushing toward it, filled with hostility but hadn't yet made it inside, have all collided with the old man. In his eyes, they are nothing but malevolent little beasts.
The entire assessment zone's corridors have now become treacherous.
Any student daring to skip class and wander the hallways risks being slashed by the old man's blade.
From the split-screen footage, it's evident that the Corpse-Ripping Death God has returned with a time limit and gone on a murderous rampage.
He is destined to become a terrifying legend in the monthly assessments of Protoss Academy.
On the bulletin board, Zestila's bounty continues to rise slowly.
In less than ten minutes since the exam began, the bounty has skyrocketed to 309,820.
"By our estimates, over eighty students have fallen within their range of judgment."
Defeating more students in a single assessment becomes increasingly challenging, and each defeated student independently increases the total bounty by 1%.
"If we let Rocky McKassy continue, there's a chance that his 20% share alone could exceed 100,000 points."
"When this class ends and the other students come out of their classrooms, seeing those numbers on the notice board, they'll feel a chill down their spines, even if they don't know what happened."
"I'm tempted to bet on Zestila."
"It's too late now. Bets can only be placed before the exam starts."
"Damn that guy..."
The expressions of some students shift from arrogant mockery to anger. They are used to being the ones in control, treating this like a game of fighting crickets.
But now, a follower in the exam room dares to overturn their wishes with such calm composure?
"From now on, I won't let him pass any more classrooms."
Accompanying these arrogant words, the magic array on the table glows once more.
"... "
Everyone knows that the student this person favored and bet on has been effortlessly eliminated by Lanci without even getting a glimpse of his face.
Now, no matter how many more points this person spends, they won't let Lanci off the hook.
"So, you can't take the heat?"
"So what? I don't want him to win either. If his demon race master gets that many points, it's like spitting in our faces!"
As the person speaks, various interferences triggered by the chief student's privileges are fed back into the assessment area.
Seated at the round table, the first seat, Duchess Krolis, who had kept her eyes closed and rested, remained silent.
"Rocky McKassy..."
Krolis murmured the name.
She had known for a long time that this guy was not on the same level as the other students.
The students in the assessment zone were probably not even worth his effort to use magic cards.
Anyone who caught Cid's eye and was recommended for recruitment at this juncture was likely an exceptional talent.
She wondered, "Could he be one of the key figures to change the fate of the Protoss Empire, even if just a little bit?"
Krolis turned her gaze to the screen, her expression unreadable.
Currently, the conflict between the Protoss Empire and the northern nations seemed like an inevitable trend driven by historical forces, and everything appeared as natural as could be. However, behind the empire lurked a group of invisible ghosts.
Their origins and ultimate goals were unknown, and their existence couldn't even be proven.
The only certainty was that there were many unseen hands guiding events from the shadows.
Perhaps, in the not-so-distant future, a mysterious wind would sweep across the northern and southern continents, setting off a chain of events—a relentless cascade of dominos, spreading and exploding until it reached the lands beyond the northern nations, drawing even the church nations that the Resurrection Church dared not provoke, ancient races that had slumbered under the glaciers for tens of thousands of years, and legendary beings from the desolate lands—all terribly unfavorable forces would be dragged into the battlefield.
The Protoss Empire, as a large country in the northern continent, was merely a spark to this powder keg.
Even the distant southern continent across the sea would not be spared.
When that god-like calamity arrived, no matter what the roll of fate's dice, everything would end.
The pinnacle eight-stage powerhouses and the accumulated national power of humanity should not be wasted due to some stupid reasons.
Krolis' spirits lifted, and she looked towards the distant end of the round table.
The others still didn't seem optimistic about Rocky McKassy's chances.
"Personal ability does have its limits; such an opportunity won't present itself again. Let's see how he manages to get those credits out of the exam room."
Hearing their words, Krolis let out a soft laugh.
"Krolis, you find this amusing too, don't you?"
One of the chief students noticed Krolis' reaction and turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a thirst for power and a determination to control.
"Yes," she replied with a friendly smile. "Keep trying to mess with him and force him to show his true colors."
Any interference would be announced to the whole room, effectively declaring the interferer as a sponsor.
After all, she wouldn't be the one suffering the consequences.
...
In the South District of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
After the beast-breeding classroom was cleaned up, peace reigned for about an hour and a half.
Once the old man had chased after them, Lanci quietly changed the symbol on the door plaque back to its original state.
Then, Lanci and Zestila stayed in the classroom, playing with the magical beasts like zookeepers or hanging out in an animal-themed cafe, occasionally feeding them to pass the time leisurely.
"Teacher, how are we going to get through the rest of the time?"
The situation was so relaxed that Zestila wondered if they were in a zoo or an animal-themed cafe instead of in the midst of a dangerous high-speed chase.
With four more classes to go, the time felt interminable.
The same method was unlikely to work a second time, and after the first class ended, some powerful students might come as the second wave of hunters.
However.
After listening to Zestila's concerns, Lanci merely sat in the sofa chair, raised a glass, and took a calm sip, undisturbed by the vibrant magical beasts frolicking behind him.
"It's almost over," he said with a smile.
"?"
His confident demeanor made Zestila feel as if she were about to witness Lanci's victory animation.
(End of Chapter)
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