Chapter 57 : Chapter 57

Chapter 57: “What fucking noble? Are you an idiot?!”

For a lighthearted and refreshing leveling-up novel, if the protagonist becomes slightly melancholic for a chapter, readers might be somewhat tolerant, thinking that the kid has reached that age.

But if the melancholy persists, the esteemed readers will inevitably feel a sense of weariness.

That’s enough out of you, kid.

Nilia was subtly positioned between the two.

If you said he had a resilient character, that was indeed true.

As someone without parents and without money, while other kids were still picking and choosing expensive secret art materials, he was already listening to the clinking of two copper coins in his pocket, pondering how to make a living.

But this person was also easily frustrated.

Nilia's sense of shame was strange.

He wouldn't feel ashamed for being poor, ignorant, cowardly, or shortsighted, but he would suddenly feel his glass heart was hurt and start being stubborn.

If you asked him why his heart suddenly turned to glass, he wouldn't know either.

Maybe he knew, but he would deny it to the death.

But Nilia was still the most worry-free male protagonist Chu Zu had encountered, and so far, there was no one else.

This person’s strength lay in the fact that even when he had a falling out with his roommate and was in a period of inexplicable mutual silent treatment, he still remembered what he should be doing and didn’t delay things.

In the following days, Nilia continued to go to the library without fail, turning his glass heart into a motivation for learning, and forcefully pushed his secret art number to 080.

This was what the system considered to be Nilia’s current limit.

It would definitely make everyone's jaw drop if word got out.

But Nilia’s study of secret arts was completely theoretical, with zero practical application.

Being able to use them and being able to use them well in different scenarios were two different things.

You couldn’t just ask someone who had just learned to solder a circuit board to go directly into nuclear engineering.

Nilia actually set the practical session himself.

Without Chu Zu even having to think about how to reasonably get Nilia to find someone to fight and practice, he proposed first:

“Your Majesty, can I participate in the secret artist assessment?”

He asked this question cautiously, fully considering that Sagteni I might have a blind spot regarding the current structure of secret artists.

Nilia racked his brain to explain: “You see, I need to kill all the followers of the Death Cult, which means I have to leave the academy. If I have a secret artist certificate, it will be convenient to do anything.”

He even added with a solemn vow: “It's definitely not for something as worldly as academic credits!”

Chu Zu didn't believe he had no interest in academic credits, but it was true that a secret artist certificate received preferential treatment everywhere.

Trainee secret artists and level-four secret artists didn't receive much courtesy.

Starting from level three, the special certificate issued by the Secret Art Association became a kind of pass, allowing the holder to travel unhindered within the association's scope.

This was mainly for various areas judged to be mysteriously dangerous.

For example.

The Archaeological Secret Arts Institute was the most demanding internal institution within the Secret Art Association.

Basically, one needed to have a level-two secret artist certificate to be eligible for an interview at the Archaeological Secret Arts Institute.

And that was just the qualification.

Those who could actually get the job were either level-one secret artists or had outstanding specialties in certain areas, in which case the conditions would be relaxed.

This was because the Archaeological Secret Arts Institute had to frequently enter and exit various ruins around the world, most of which were listed as restricted areas.

Without a certificate, you couldn't get in at all.

Chu Zu said faintly in Nilia’s mind: “Whatever you want.”

The system was overjoyed: “This kid is really on the right track. Polika also needs to rush to take the level-two secret artist exam. Isn't this the best time to solve their adolescent syndrome!”

Polika was in more of a hurry than Nilia.

He wrote a letter home, hoping to bring his younger sister to Saint Imolai to study.

The enrollment age for Saint Imolai was 13, and his younger sister was not yet of school age, but Polika couldn't wait any longer.

He had a few more years until graduation.

Calculating the time, if he could bring his sister over, she would be able to officially enroll around the time he graduated.

As long as he could secure a spot, the Landor family probably wouldn't object.

And how to secure a spot.

Besides paying a high "sponsorship" fee, Saint Imolai also regularly conducted free aptitude tests in various places—Nilia had gone through this channel.

He was a local of Kohuaishi and had the advantage of his household registration.

The aptitude test requirements were lower than in remote areas.

Besides these two channels, there was only the recommendation of a secret artist.

Level-one secret artists and the chief secret artist all had a few spots.

These types of secret artists usually had their own secret arts classrooms, with few but elite students.

However, they didn't have time to teach from scratch, so they turned to collaborating with the academy, throwing the people they had their eyes on into the academy to build a foundation first.

Passing the level-one secret artist exam before graduation was simply a fantasy.

There were only a few level-one secret artists in the entire Vidalia Kingdom, and the headmaster of Saint Imolai was also a level-one, which showed how high the threshold was.

Polika felt he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the exam.

Chu Zu searched through the original outline, wanting to see the subsequent situation of the Landor family.

The system also came over to look.

It was very familiar with the outline it had organized and quickly helped the host find the plot point.

In the original novel, the two of them didn't "quarrel," and Polika didn't tell Nilia about his family's affairs.

As the struggle for the Tyrant's Inheritance among various countries and forces intensified, the interior of the Vidalia Kingdom was thrown into chaos by the Death Cult, and the Landor family was also drawn in.

At the age of sixteen, Polika wrote a letter to his parents promising that he would definitely fulfill his duty as a family member and hoped they could wait a few more years.

The next time he saw news about his family, he was eighteen, just an adult, and had returned to the academy.

Outside the window was Saint Imolai, and on the table was an official notice from the Vidalia Kingdom.

Polika calmly went to the cafeteria.

The already famous Nilia was there, mooching food and drinks and feasting heartily.

Seeing Polika had also arrived, Nilia, acting like the lord of the cafeteria, beckoned him to sit opposite.

The chef had always firmly believed that Saint Imolai did not produce failures, and served the two of them steaming hot roasted spare ribs.

Nilia had been struggling in the outside world, either fighting or on his way to a fight.

He hadn't had a good meal in a long time.

Seeing the spare ribs, his eyes lit up.

He didn't use a knife and fork, but reached out to grab them with his hands.

He was scalded and cried out in pain, and he didn't get a firm grip.

The spare ribs first rolled onto the plate, then fell to the ground.

Everyone around burst out laughing.

Nilia complained a few words, and in the spirit of not wasting food, he bent down to pick it up.

He could still eat it after patting off the dust.

This time, Nilia had experience.

He used a secret art to turn his hands into ruthless iron hands.

Just as his fingers touched the pitiful spare ribs, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Polika’s knees under the table.

His friend hadn't touched his knife and fork.

His hands were clenched tightly on his knees, with such force that his nails dug into his flesh, forming fists.

The fists were trembling constantly.

He also saw the newspaper clipping that was about to be crushed by Polika.

Nilia recognized it.

He had just seen the upper half in the headmaster's office.

The headmaster said the lower half had been taken by Polika.

And the headline of the clipping was: 【List of Victims in the Vidalia Royal City Disaster】.

Nilia was slightly stunned.

He picked up the spare ribs and put them back on the plate, then looked up at Polika.

His friend’s back was still straight, his jaw tight.

He didn’t have the habit of lowering his head, but his eyes were downcast, his gaze fixed on the palm of his fist, his expression barely able to conceal the churning emotions.

Nilia asked him what was wrong.

Polika said, “Damn it, I’ve never seen such well-roasted spare ribs.”

“...”

Nilia could always find countless things to chat about, but at this moment, he was stunned and became mute.

Normally, Nilia loved to brag, saying that he wasn’t looking for the Tyrant’s Inheritance, he was the tyrant’s legitimate, non-blood-related heir.

He had once boasted that he wouldn’t keep the inheritance for himself after getting it.

He had to give some to Polika, right?

How much money did it take to revive a family?

Just name your price, my brother.

This small favor is nothing.

Nilia also said that his piece of amber was the key, capable of going to heaven and earth, more useful than any secret arts certificate.

Polika actually believed him.

Without applying for the tedious ruin pass and without taking the secret artist exam, he went straight to the ruins with him.

Even though Nilia’s strength had greatly increased, he still remembered the fundamentals of being a human.

He didn’t go empty-handed either, bringing a few honeydew melons to bribe the ruin guard.

Of course, the two of them were dejectedly rejected, and the melons also fell to the ground and smashed.

Polika was furious and said, you can brag, but can you not lie?

Nilia also got angry.

He considered himself a reasonable person.

If he could reason, he would.

If not, he also knew a little about secret arts.

After a few secret arts were thrown down, the guard also became obedient.

He was just short of kneeling down and begging the two of them to hurry in.

Before entering the ruins, Nilia didn’t forget to pick up the smashed melon from the ground and eat it, and he also stuffed some into Polika’s mouth.

He was very full and asked Polika if it was delicious.

Polika gritted his teeth, smashed the melon on Nilia's head, and said, “Damn it, I've never had such a sweet honeydew melon.”

Nilia and Polika's conversations were always like this.

Neither of them was very old, and they both thought they were extraordinarily talented.

Young people didn't talk about overly heavy topics.

In the academy, their conversations revolved around academic credits and professors.

After leaving the academy, they were even more unrestrained.

What they ate, what they drank, who they beat up, how much money they could earn—adventures were nothing more than these things.

So much so that when Nilia realized it was time to be serious, he could only choke out a sentence after a long time.

“Then this piece is for you too... eat more...”

Polika really ate that piece of spare rib picked up from the ground clean, chewing as stiffly as a machine.

Later, Nilia learned that the Landor family was gone.

The bodies of his parents and older sister had been found, but his younger sister's whereabouts were still unknown.

Considering that the culprit was the Death Cult, "whereabouts unknown" became a crueler fate than death.

But by then, the best time to talk about this matter had already passed.

Polika's hatred for the Death Cult made him repeatedly ignore Nilia's dissuasion, determined to find the torn sun even if it meant being crushed to pieces.

“How many gold coins do you need? Polika—don’t go looking for death. How much more money do you need, just tell me! Don’t you still need to revive your family!!”

Nilia roared at his friend's retreating back.

“I just want them to give me Shanjielina back.”

Polika repeated this sentence, over and over again.

...

“This was also the opportunity for Nilia to finally discover the Death Cult's purpose. The plot then shifted from treasure hunting to dealing with the Death Cult, and finally to a great battle with the gods.”

The system said, “But now you have already brought out the Death Cult first, and finding the inheritance has become a side quest.”

Considering that this was a change made to supplement Zui’s character design and the ending of the fight with the gods, which was within a reasonable range, the system didn't say much and just helped organize it.

Chu Zu: “The original plot could barely be considered revenge, but it was revenge for a good friend. Authors who write like this are either very bad or very good. I estimate that the author of King of All Kings belongs to the latter.”

System: “It should be. The readers didn’t really question Nilia’s motives, but there were some slight criticisms of Polika.”

“Polika’s understanding of family honor is skewed.”

Chu Zu said, “If he could have figured it out earlier, although it still wouldn't guarantee his family's safety, he wouldn't have been under as much psychological pressure as in the original work.”

“It’s always been a lighthearted writing style, and suddenly there’s a long stretch of oppressive plot. It’s normal for readers not to be used to it.”

The system calculated the plot volume and reminded us, “It’s best to control the word count of the corrected version to be about the same as the original, Host.”

Chu Zu nodded, reassuring the little yellow chicken.

“It won't be much different. I'll delete the filler content that's irrelevant to the main and side plots and fill it with the grand background of the mythological era Sagteni.”

He said, “Also, I plan to add a clearer ending point to the Saint Imolai Academy arc than before. I estimate the word count will be considerable as well.”

The system only knew that the host planned to educate the two youngsters with an iron fist.

Just education, the plot proportion shouldn’t be that much.

“Is it a very turbulent plot?!” it asked tentatively.

Chu Zu shook his head: “It's a plot with a lot of talking.”

System: “Will it be OOC?”

OOC, Out of Character, refers to a character's behavior that is inconsistent with the original work's setting.

It wasn't that it was questioning the host.

If you really thought about it, Zui wasn't a man of few words.

He had a lot of harsh words before he went on a killing spree, and he was also quite skilled at giving speeches and rallying people.

But to give a long lecture to two youngsters with ideological hypotheses... it didn't seem like something Zui would do.

“When I find out that Polika's 'family first' is not the type I agree with, my entire evaluation of him will collapse.”

Chu Zu enlightened the system.

“He spent the first half of his life bowing his head, and the second half seeking revenge. I look down on this kind of behavior. It's ignorant and cowardly, with no sense of self, even less promising than Nilia.”

The system still hesitated: “But…”

Chu Zu: “The same goes for Nilia.”

The system paused: “Nilia?”

“I have always been using my actions to tell all my subjects what personal honor is, what to bow down to, and what to let die—Nilia has been watching for a long time now.”

“Tell me,” Chu Zu asked, “if Nilia knew what Polika was thinking, would he think he’s an idiot?”

System: “?”

“He would.”

Chu Zu said, “Then if Polika knew Nilia’s concerns, would he also think he’s an idiot?”

System: “He definitely would! Nilia’s progress is that of a genius among geniuses, but this kid just lacks confidence!”

Chu Zu smiled: “Then that’s right. Just in time, let them fight each other before they get a good beating, and curse at each other while they fight.”

Chu Zu closed the outline, his voice calm and his attitude professional.

“If they can beat out what they've been bottling up, I estimate the subsequent plot will have to change, and not for the worse.”

He said, “I knew something was missing. It turns out it was a fight with trash talk.”

***

Nilia originally thought that Sagteni I would not agree to him wasting time taking the secret arts exam.

It was rare for him to rack his brain and sort out all the pros and cons, only mentioning the good parts.

But Sagteni I didn’t really listen at all, and his answer was also very casual.

This made Nilia even more certain.

The tyrant's temper was actually quite good.

As long as you didn't provoke him, the king's tolerance was as vast as the kingdom he ruled.

These past few days, Polika had also returned to the dorm, but his timing was staggered with Nilia's to ensure they wouldn't see each other while awake.

Nilia thought this person was crazy, and also very childish.

So one day, before going to the library, he packed all of Polika's luggage in the dorm and threw it out the door, leaving a note.

I’ve decided to be independent.

I want to live alone.

You should move out.

When he returned from the library, not only did he not encounter the expected storm, but he also saw his own luggage at the door of the dorm.

Polika had also left him a note.

If you’re sick, get lost.

The hateful roommate had even changed the dorm room lock, and Nilia couldn't open it for a long time.

The secret arts he learned were useless for lockpicking, and he didn't dare to break down the door violently, as he would be scolded by the dorm manager and have to pay for the damages.

If it were just a matter of paying with academic credits, Nilia would definitely grit his teeth and blast through this door, then smash the new lock on Polika's face.

Paying money was really not an option.

Nilia's wallet was cleaner than his household registration book, empty at a glance.

As he was grinding his teeth at the door, planning to report his roommate to the dorm manager, a cold laugh suddenly sounded in Nilia’s mind.

“You can’t even hold on to a place to sleep?”

Nilia’s heart sank.

This phrasing was highly dangerous, directly elevating the dorm room dispute to a level it shouldn't have reached.

As far as Nilia currently knew, the king didn't have friends he could argue with, nor did he need such friends.

So, naturally, the king wouldn't think this was a childish and petty revenge after an argument.

His voice carried obvious displeasure, and those who displeased him usually met a bad end.

Nilia still felt it was a bit strange.

After coming to his senses, he began to wonder, this shouldn’t be.

Sagteni I knew about his relationship with his roommate and had personally seen him get beaten up.

During the previous "Descent," Sagteni I's attitude towards Polika couldn't have been better, even quite satisfied.

Why suddenly…

Nilia sat on his luggage in front of the dorm room door.

It was late, and his classmates were already asleep.

The entire corridor was quiet, so he wasn't afraid of being heard if he spoke.

If he was heard, Nilia would just say he was talking to himself.

The worst that could happen was being seen as a fool.

“Your Majesty, um…”

Nilia said cautiously, “Are you… perhaps thinking a bit too highly of me?”

Nilia could only think of this explanation.

He saved his dog's life, and taught him secret arts.

And now he was starting to be unfriendly to Polika because of him!

Could this also be considered the king's magnanimity?

But the king wasn't this good to the soldiers under his command before.

At most, he was only "amiable" towards Naqiya.

Wait a minute…

Nilia remembered the gossip he had thrown to the back of his mind.

Did Sagteni I ever marry?

Did he have any heirs?

Holy crap… could it be that my ancestors really had some amazing bloodline?!

Nilia didn't take the historical record of "all humans died because of the tyrant" to heart at all.

Unofficial history was bullshit.

Unofficial history also said that the gods were not the problem, it was all the tyrant's fault.

The more Nilia thought about it, the more it made sense.

His parents were clearly peasants, so why were they always trying to achieve a class leap and ascend to heaven in one step.

It must be an inherited ambition!

And his blood just happened to be able to activate the amber.

This couldn't be a coincidence, right?

The main thing was Sagteni I’s attitude.

The great King of All Kings was too tolerant of him.

Usually, he just kicked him a couple of times and scolded him a bit.

Being beaten and scolded by an ancestor wasn't that normal!!!

No response came from his mind.

Nilia had almost convinced himself, and he wore a dazed expression of utter shock.

The next second, a large amount of information was suddenly poured into his mind.

Just like last time when the secret arts list was brutally shoved into his brain, Sagteni I didn't care at all whether this poor little head would explode on the spot.

Now Nilia was truly dazed, clutching his head and screaming.

Even though he was now considered a secret arts master... forget it, let's be honest, a mid-level secret arts practitioner—Nilia's brain capacity was still only so large.

This time there was no one to support him.

Nilia knocked over all the luggage Polika had stacked up with his OCD, and his head hit the door with a loud thud.

When Polika angrily opened the door, Nilia lost his support and rolled directly into the dorm.

Polika: “...”

Polika: “What stupid thing did you do now?”

Nilia could hear Polika’s voice, but he was now more focused on what he was “seeing.”

Previously, Nilia had always thought that Sagteni I’s perspective was limited to himself.

He was “trapped” in the amber, so he could only show things related to himself.

But it seemed that wasn’t the case.

This time, what was poured into Nilia’s mind was not text like the secret arts list.

It was more like some kind of blurry image, full of vignettes, and not continuous.

Sometimes it was a frozen expression, sometimes a hand clutching a letter, sometimes a muffled sigh.

It was Polika Landor.

A Polika Landor that Nilia had never seen before.

So a truly top-tier secret arts master didn’t even need to actually appear in this world.

As long as there was a channel of connection, just from some unknown, sealed corner, Sagteni I could use his eyes to watch the entire continent!

A cold sweat broke out on Nilia.

He still remembered the mountain-like iron cavalry, remembered that the King of All Kings wanted to conquer this world.

Sagteni I had already achieved it, just one step away.

It was the gods who hindered him, and now there were no more gods!

You can use all your strength to imprison the monarch's body, but how can you deconstruct his ambition?

When he cast his gaze again, those mountains, rivers, those forces and countries that had been divided over a thousand years... all existence would be engraved with a name.

The king’s name!

Nilia recovered a little, looking at Polika with a mixture of fear, anxiety, and perhaps excitement…

He subconsciously wanted to tell his roommate his new discovery, but before that, the content Sagteni I had stuffed into his brain resurfaced in his mind.

Nilia subconsciously spoke.

“Shanjielina... who is that?”

Polika's face suddenly turned ugly.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes began to wander, as if searching for something.

The things behind Nilia gradually entered his line of sight—the messy luggage, the scattered books, a few crumpled thin blankets.

Finally, Polika’s gaze settled on Nilia’s face.

“She wrote to me again? You got it? How do you know about Shanjielina?”

Just like searching for books in a library by keywords, when Polika mentioned the letter, “Shanjielina's letter” automatically appeared in Nilia's chaotic mind.

“...”

Nilia was not a noble, did not have a noble life, and had not received a noble education.

His concept of nobility had always been centered on the person of “Polika Landor.”

A straight posture, even a school uniform worn with a refined air, a gentle attitude towards others, not easily angered, and never doing anything indecent.

Behind this superficial composure, there was a faint sense of responsibility and pressure.

The honor of his family made it impossible for him to slack off, requiring him to maintain inner caution and vigilance at all times.

But now Nilia only felt.

“What fucking noble? Are you an idiot?!”

He couldn't understand Polika, and believed that any normal person wouldn't understand.

“Still obsessed with face even after the family fortune is gone.

When I had no money, I knew to clean toilets for academic credits and be frugal.

But those two old folks of yours don't think about how to live their lives, just squander, squander, squander, only thinking about squandering.”

“To put on that noble front, you'd even sell your own daughter? Your sister is only ten, ten! Even in the Sagteni Kingdom, that's underage!!!”

Nilia was trembling with anger, his chest heaving violently.

Every breath was a struggle to suppress the rage within him.

He shouldn't have been so agitated.

First, it didn't have much to do with him.

Second, he wasn't unaware of the true face of the nobility.

The things Nilia was denouncing now were not uncommon in many non-noble families, and he knew that too.

But he just couldn't accept that Polika would acquiesce.

Acquiesce, silently accept, and then resort to some inefficient actions in an attempt to salvage the situation.

Nilia also now understood why Sagteni I was suddenly disappointed with Polika.

Sagteni I's previous unspoken approval was not fake.

The monarch approved of courage, approved of living beings who challenged the stronger for the sake of survival.

Even if they only had their nails, only their teeth, even if all their struggles would be in vain, the king would still give his approval, and even help.

Polika could request Sagteni I to return his roommate's body under the pressure of death, but he would actually bow down to despicable behavior.

“You coward. If you’re dissatisfied, then go beat them to a pulp and let them know who the real Landor is. But you call this noble honor?”

Nilia’s teeth chattered, his face flushed red, and even the veins on his neck were abnormally clear.

“How dare you call me sick, Polika Landor? Who's the one who's sick?”

Polika was first in disbelief.

These words actually came from the mouth of Nilia, this cowardly and worthless good-for-nothing.

Nilia was very used to the non-targeted meanness in the academy and didn’t care about the professors’ disdain.

At first, Polika thought this person had no self-respect, but after spending a long time with him, he discovered that Nilia was quite good at avoiding conflict.

He had no sense of confrontation.

Even if he was unhappy, he would just make some lame jokes.

Even after being taught secret arts by the tyrant in the amber, in the academy, where strength gave you the right to speak, he still looked miserable every day, as if anyone could go up and kick him a couple of times.

But now, Polika saw a very faint shadow in him, not the Nilia of the past.

It was as if that scarlet-eyed tyrant had "descended" again, standing by his side at this moment, looking at him with a cold and arrogant gaze.

Judging him.

Perhaps Sagteni I really did see Nilia as an apprentice, not just a relationship of gain and payment.

Otherwise, where did the forceful accusations Nilia was now displaying come from?

A “boom” went off in Polika’s head, and his disbelief was overwhelmed by anger.

“What do you know?”

He wasn't one to be outdone and shot back a retort, his voice filled with anger and sarcasm.

Polika met the other's gaze without flinching, as if he wanted to convey all his anger through this eye contact.

But the reason for his anger was not that his situation was being embarrassingly laid bare.

Because what Nilia said was the truth, and he admitted all the facts.

Polika’s anger was the product of all the recent unresolved issues, and Nilia had just broken the camel’s back.

“Don’t you know what a good-for-nothing you are? Your talent is right there, the opportunity is standing right next to you. You have all the conditions to be normal, healthy, and upwardly mobile, but what have you done?”

“Cowering all day long, saying you can’t do it as soon as you encounter trouble. Does denying yourself in front of me make you happy?”

“Stop dreaming. I just find it embarrassing—what right do you have to criticize what I do, Nilia? Don’t be so disgusting.”

Nilia became even more furious after being cursed at.

Anger intertwined in the air, like sparks dancing on dry grass, ready to ignite at any moment. Neither was willing to back down first, neither was willing to give an inch.

He suddenly moved, stepping forward and grabbing Polika's collar, pushing him hard against the side wall.

The immense force caused the sundial hanging on the wall to shake and fall, shattering into pieces.

“Why can’t I criticize you? I’m just timid and afraid of trouble. How else could I have stayed in the academy until now? You think I’m disgusting? Then why didn’t you think you were disgusting when you were looking at that letter?”

“Because I don’t have your talent.”

Polika looked coldly into Nilia’s eyes.

“You really want me to say it, don't you? Nilia, you are a one-in-a-million genius. It’s no accident that Sagteni I chose you. If it weren’t for you, he would rather have no one.”

“I’m not you, but if I were you, I would never still be acting like a dead dog, no matter what I was about to face.”

“What do you know about me?!”

Nilia was enraged.

For a moment, Polika saw a scarlet flame in Nilia's eyes, the flame of the tyrant, one that would burn you to ashes if you touched it.

He wanted to retort, to simply vent all his accumulated dissatisfaction with this person, regardless of the consequences.

If they were destined to never understand each other, then they might as well break off their friendship, ending it with the worst possible attitude.

But Nilia's anger only lasted for a short while.

He let go, took a step back, and seemed to have regained his senses.

“I know you want to break off our friendship. I think so too. To be friends with me, are you worthy?”

Nilia said harsh words, but his eyes dimmed.

The light in the room was faint, the curtains drawn tight.

Only the light from the corridor seeped in through the doorway, barely illuminating Nilia’s face.

He looked even more like a drowned rat.

“I’m going to follow the King of All Kings and kill everyone in the Death Cult. You just hold on to your stupid noble honor until you die.”

Nilia didn't want to bother with Polika anymore.

He thought about grabbing a few pieces of luggage and just applying to the dorm manager to move dorms, out of sight, out of mind.

Just as he turned around, the back of his collar was grabbed with considerable and brute force.

Polika forcefully pulled him back, his face filled with a mixture of shock and astonishment.

His eyes widened, and his pupils contracted.

Nilia clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Before he could say anything, Polika’s fist had already swung at his face.

“He told you to kill everyone in the Death Cult?!”

Polika's voice was squeezed from his throat.

“Why didn’t you tell me something like this sooner? You kept it hidden? Were you going to wait until you were dead to let me know?!”

Chu Zu and the system sat side by side, watching the two of them fight with great enthusiasm in the dorm.

Two secret artists, fighting just like ordinary residents in a small town, without using any secret arts, focusing on landing punches.

Even the Knights' Order would shake their heads at this.

Their blows had no technique, only emotion.

They were fierce and fast, all aimed at the face, probably with the intention that even if they didn't win, they would make the other person lose face.

The commotion soon woke up the classmates next door.

The angry classmate came over and was stunned to see the two primitive savages.

He immediately tried to break up the fight and was accidentally hit twice in the process.

Even so, Nilia and Polika had no intention of stopping, their bloodshot eyes glaring at each other as if they had a deep-seated hatred.

Chu Zu commented: “Are all secret artists this bad at fighting?”

System: “You can’t use ‘Master Wang’ as a reference. This level is already good for a secret artist.”

“Sigh, someone shouldn’t have come to break up the fight.”

Chu Zu sighed, “Let them finish fighting, then they’d be bruised and embarrassed with each other. That would be the real beginning of a conversation.”

System: “It’s okay! They have to take the secret arts exam, so there’s still a chance to fight each other. This time it will be a confrontation with secret arts, and it will be even more exciting!”

Chu Zu was persuaded.

“I hope they don’t put on a performance fight, otherwise it won’t be easy for me to come down and educate the teenagers.”

“Huh.”

The system asked, “I thought you were going to teach them in private… Are you going to show yourself in front of everyone?”

“I won’t show myself, but I want everyone to be aware of my existence.”

Chu Zu said, “Nilia is still only in the early stages. He doesn't have much chance of winning against the Death Cult, and I can't be his substitute every time—I have to muddy the waters. The more people who pay attention to Nilia, the safer he will be.”

The system was not surprising at all.

The host always did one thing with multiple results in mind.

“Since it’s a node in the academy arc, it should be like a node—‘The tyrant will not stop his conquest,’ this one is quite suitable.”

The system pondered: “Then the inheritance…?”

“What inheritance?”

Chu Zu showed a smile that only "Zui" would have and said, “That’s called military funds.”

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