Chapter 61 : Chapter 61

Chapter 61: “A genuine ‘Good Friday’.”

Who can stand it?

It's like Zui's side is acting out The Lord of the Rings, with the plot already at the point where the human king Aragorn is leading the army of the dead to charge at Sauron's big eye.

And on the other side, Nilia is still on Baby Bus, In the Night Garden.

Polika was even dragged into the ditch, forced to form the "Lily Combination" with him and debut by hanging from the rafters in the infirmary.

How can you sleep?

Nilia, how can you sleep at your age?!

The three of you, master and disciples, divided up the military and literary strategies.

Your Ancestor God took all the literary and martial arts, your dad Polika took the strategy, and you're just a "bit"!

Eight hundred brothers couldn't even persuade you to study.

Can you have some self-awareness?

Do you know you're still competing with Neon Crown next door for the best male lead of the year?

Their campaign:

Brother Tang worked from beginning to end, and in the grand finale and even the extras, he still tried to give a perfect new world to a possibly awakening Ancestor Dad.

What a noble quality, what a selfless spirit.

This world really can't do without Brother Tang.

Our campaign:

Don't miss it when you pass by.

They have Ancestor Dad next door, we have Ancestor God.

What?

You ask me where the male lead is?

I'd fucking like to know where our male lead is too!

So humble, really so humble.

The thought of Nilia being the genius personally appointed by the Ancestor God, who self-taught secret arts and got to 080 in the novice village, only to have his head full of nothing but academic credits and playing King of Fighters with his Dad-Lika, makes me want to cry, to die.

I also want to die in a suicide pact with Nilia, to disgust him one last time before I die.

Crowdfunding to give Nilia two punches｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:31:10

Polika and Nilia before the revision: The Haier Brothers

Polika and Nilia after the revision: Father and Son

Why father and son?

I can only say, if Polika hadn't taken the first step, insulting and beating his brother, and sanctioning him in time, our good big son wouldn't have survived half a chapter under Zui.

Eight hundred brothers have died of anger.

Crowdfunding to give Nilia two punches｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:35:15

Eight hundred brothers?

Eight million brothers!

Brothers are brothers!｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:38:21

Correct, and to the point.

The King of All Kings is the King of All Kings.

His development doesn't care about whether you're steady or not.

If you arrange Zui's deeds in chronological order, you'll find that this person has been operating on two lines in parallel.

One, kill Hikta & kill his own father—ascend the throne to become Sagteni I.

Two, go to war everywhere & burn Katur—the soldiers are trained, divine power can scram.

Three, deal with the nobles big and small within the territory & take care of Imolai—these two things achieved so much.

The Sagteni people have a high degree of worship.

Imolai becomes a vassal city-state.

Gave Aturu a slap in the face, solved the famine, and even abducted their high priestess (oh no, it was Feian who was in a hurry to run away).

Understood the essence of the world (you don't even know when he started to analyze the three crazy gods).

Four, write secret arts & nail Hikta—no need to say more about this.

Just on the point of writing secret arts, you can scold him for being a tyrant, a disaster of that era, but you can't deny his achievements.

He belongs to the typical "fault in the present, merit in the ages," and it's not even easy to say whether it's a "fault."

The plot of the Sagteni Kingdom is not over yet.

Looking at the current reputation of Zui in various countries, I always feel that he is not the kind of monarch who will be despised.

And Zui always chops down only the three crazy gods without a second word.

Otherwise, in the era of monarchical slavery, are you going to criticize a king who is trying to strengthen his country through conquest?

Too outrageous, I can't comment.

V me 50 Ancestor God will be resurrected tomorrow to beat up Nilia｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:38:59

Alright, I went and skipped through Sagteni I's battle records so far.

In my dreams at night, I became an honorary Sagteni, following the boss and shouting kill kill kill.

Can't help it, can't help it at all.

So Nilia, what the hell is wrong with you?

My fiery temper｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:39:10

Zui treats Katur like a kebab and flattens all the Katur cults in the country.

Nilia says, I'm here for the academic credits.

Zui conquers Imolai, ignites the war of all nations, and directly gives Aturu two big slaps.

Nilia says he plans to be independent, and then has a falling out with Polika like two primary school chickens.

Zui begins to write secret arts, nails Hikta to the deep ravine temporary palace.

Basically no one on the continent dares to confront him head-on.

Even the gods are afraid of getting their heads chopped off if they show their faces, thinking that if they can't afford to play, they might as well start over.

Nilia…

Nilia, you fucking grandpa, are you still hanging in the infirmary like a caterpillar???

Aidisheng｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:39:15

Rational discussion, can the current Zui basically kill a child with one slice?

Damn it, who stole my ID｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:40:08

My friend, be bold, remove the "basically."

By the way, with the current momentum, even the Jade Emperor would be a child.

Uncle me ah｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:40:52

God of war and sacrifice, my Ancestor God does not lose battles.

God of wisdom and wealth, my Ancestor God will use gold to write secret arts.

You don't even need to drag out Katur and Aturu.

I estimate that those two good-for-nothings are so worried they can't sleep at night.

The first time I've seen our slap and their ugly faces fit perfectly.

Can you resist slapping them?

Of course not!

Ancestor God, your humiliation is so high-class.

Kubo doesn't bring people｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:41:13

Reading King of All Kings has given me a bull-dog duality.

When Nilia appears, I'm a bull, and every two lines I have to wonder: what the hell.

When the Ancestor God appears, I'm a dog, and all I say is: King King King!

My mom asks me what the dog is barking, sigh, she doesn't understand, she doesn't understand my heart pretending to be calm, because my Mona Lisa has already been met.

King of K-Song｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:41:59

Every family member who is keen on combat and excitement cannot resist Zui, I have a sudden realization.

King of All Kings has its own succubus tyrant, family, am I right?

Kill kill kill kill kill｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:42:08

Take my advice, LZ, Nilia is still in the novice village.

It's useless to campaign for him now.

You might as well switch to the one next door.

Chu Zu vs. Zui, the great battle is imminent.

Nilia is still too weak, he has no power.

Comrades, are we going to stand by and watch the wish we've had since '08 come to nothing?!

No! We unite, inside and out! Form a two-pronged attack... a two-pronged pincer movement!

Listen to me, I'm right｜Posted on 2024-03-29 12:42:54

…

The system was bewildered, Chu Zu was speechless.

Little yellow chicken: “I… I don't really understand?”

Chu Zu: “Too many memes, it's normal that you don't understand. The reader base of King of All Kings is a bit different from before... Hmm, more of a fun-loving crowd.”

“Is that okay? It feels like the readers would rather go up there themselves and give Nilia a couple of punches.”

“It’s okay.”

Chu Zu said calmly, “The more anxious the readers are, the better the subscription rate. Nilia is very ‘promising,’ and it has nothing to do with me whether the readers like him or not. If nothing unexpected happens, he and I can form a positive feedback loop. No matter how high I raise the expectations, as long as he can respond, we both win.”

Hearing the host say this, the little yellow chicken, which was originally dazed from reading the forum, became happy: “Oh, oh, oh.”

“But why are King of All Kings and Neon Crown from the same time period?”

Chu Zu asked, “I looked at the time, is it around the time when Neon Crown was just revised?”

The system didn't feel anything was wrong: “If the time is displayed like this... then it should be that time. Our time is all non-linear…”

As it spoke, the little yellow chicken stuttered, repeating “non-linear,” “non-linear” several times, and then became angry.

“Are they crazy? What's the violation in this? I've said it to other hosts before and it was never a violation!”

“Non-linear time.”

Chu Zu finished the system’s unfinished sentence, “So all 'Correction Systems' are independent of real time.

He analyzed faintly, “That's why the exchange rate between real currency and credit points is so different—currency appreciates and depreciates too quickly, but the economic system composed of credit points cannot collapse.”

The little yellow chicken couldn't answer, but its rebellious spirit did not diminish, and it nodded its little chicken head vigorously.

Chu Zu smiled: “It seems your superiors are not just busy taking kickbacks, they have a lot to consider.”

After reading the forum, the system planned to end the retrospection, and then secretly write a 30,000-word short essay, pack all the evidence and data, and file a complaint.

Chu Zu stopped it: “Don't.”

He said, “If you can't bring it down with one letter of complaint, then endure it for now, endure it with me. When you get promoted and get a raise, we'll settle the score together.”

It sounded very reasonable, so the system nodded: “Okay!”

Chu Zu put the little yellow chicken on his shoulder: “There’s one more thing to do before ending the retrospection. The readers reminded me.”

The little yellow chicken rubbed against the host’s cheek: “Go ahead.”

“I didn't think before that using molten gold to record secret arts also had the effect of a slap in the face. My mind is open now, and in fact, it has more than just these effects.”

He said, “In the main storyline, are the top five secret arts only in numbers? I remember that it was only when Nilia decided to go and fight the gods that I taught him.”

“One moment please.”

The system very rigorously looked up the original text and confirmed it again.

“Yes, there was also a problem with the handling of that plot. Nilia’s level at that time was not enough to fight the gods. Because the secret arts were dangerous and difficult to teach, it came across as you constantly dangling it in front of him, unwilling to teach…”

“That was also when the readers started to erupt.”

“So no one dug out the top five secret arts…”

Chu Zu thought for a moment and said, “Have Feian rewrite them all.”

Little yellow chicken: “Huh?”

“Add lead and silver to the molten gold. You determine the ratio. Add positioning to ensure that we can find the location in the main storyline.”

Chu Zu said, “Gold itself is a treasure. Treasure hunting and hunting down the Death Cult don't conflict. We can do both things together and double the profit.”

The system had a sudden realization: “Okay!”

Today was supposed to be the day that Saint Imolai officially resumed normal operations.

The headmaster was wearing the black formal attire that was only worn at the secret artist court council, and even his cravat was a flamboyant purple.

His friends had once commented that he was still into these flashy styles at his age, not like a proper headmaster.

And the inconspicuous black onyx on his collar pin was indeed the symbol of a level-one secret artist.

Others would go to great lengths to surround the black onyx with circles of decorations to amplify its presence.

But for the headmaster, the symbol had become a pure accessory, which was almost unnoticeable if you didn't look closely.

Overall, it was very formal, very grand, and very different from the white-haired old man who usually just threw on a coat and wandered around the academy.

The unusually decent headmaster was now taking precious time to stand in the infirmary with Lady Blythe.

Looking at two caterpillars.

“This style… does it have the meaning of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly?”

The headmaster asked Lady Blythe hesitantly.

Lady Blythe: “I don’t know. The people in the dorm next to them tied them up.”

“Then it seems not.”

The headmaster sighed, “Why are you two again, and in the infirmary again.”

Lady Blythe went up and patted Nilia: “Wake up, Nilia, why are you still sleeping?”

Her attitude was unprecedentedly good, a stark contrast to her act of glaring at Polika as soon as she entered the door.

After waking up with sleepy eyes, Nilia's mind was still filled with the entire process of Zui creating the secret arts.

From the golden palace to the deep ravine temporary palace, the king climbed higher and higher in a corner unknown to anyone.

Even Feian had a hard time keeping up with his pace.

If a person was half a step ahead of their time, they would undoubtedly be evaluated as a genius.

But when a person was too far ahead of the entire era, no one could understand what kind of undertaking he was engaged in.

Time was tight.

Was he going to break it down and explain it to the mediocre?

Sagteni I's foresight and courage were too terrifying.

His arrogance was not only reflected on an individual level.

When facing the gods, he firmly believed that it was not that he was superior to the gods, but that "gods should be trampled under the feet of humans."

His arrogance was reflected on the level of all humanity!

But Nilia knew very well how people now evaluated Sagteni I.

They even thought that secret arts were a gift from the gods.

Bah! I spit on you! I spit spit spit spit spit!!!

Nilia's head was dizzy.

He had been hanging for several hours and had had a long dream.

He smacked his lips and said weakly:

“Sacrilegious… you, you all are simply sacrilegious…”

Lady Blythe: “?”

Headmaster: “?”

Polika: “...”

How to ruin the goodwill painstakingly gained by playing the victim in one sentence, Nilia demonstrated personally.

Lady Blythe pinched his ear, ignoring the student's screams of "pain pain pain," and said coldly: “Are you awake?”

Nilia cried out in pain: “Awake! Let go! I’m really awake!!”

“No, you’re not awake yet.”

It was unknown whether Nilia was awake, but Polika was truly jolted by his miserable cries.

The plan he had dreamed of before going to sleep, to bewitch the headmaster and shift all the responsibility to his roommate, had completely gone up in smoke.

After the headmaster sighed that “young people these days are really something,” he had Lady Blythe untie the two of them.

There was no need to treat their injuries, it was just right for going on stage.

“On stage?”

Nilia was shocked, “It’s just a private fight, it hasn’t reached the point of being publicly criticized on stage, has it?!”

The headmaster looked at the time and said gently: “You may have forgotten, child. Today is the first day that Saint Imolai resumes order, and there is a large assembly in the auditorium.”

“At the assembly, we will especially commend the students who have made great contributions to Saint Imolai, Polika Landor, and you.”

Nilia was overjoyed and grinned: “Are there academic credits? There are, right? I heard from the seniors that there are!”

Headmaster: “There are.”

Nilia was even more pleased.

The headmaster added: “After receiving the academic credits on stage, you can also receive your demerits, the two of you together.”

***

Saint Imolai, the grand auditorium restored to its perfect condition.

Every brick and tile here, every light bulb, was the fruit of the hard work of all the students.

Two pufferfish were now standing under the fruits of their own sweat and labor, listening to the applause of their classmates.

If time could stop at this moment, Nilia would be willing to exchange some of the academic credits he had just received and had not yet warmed up.

Unfortunately, it was not possible.

Even if he exchanged all the academic credits he had painstakingly saved for three years, it would not be possible.

One second, the well-dressed headmaster was cheering for the selflessness, courage, and resilience of the two pufferfish, calling them the heroes of Saint Imolai.

The next second, he stuffed a demerit that had not been issued for many years into the hero's mouth.

Warning, probation, academy service, public apology, and a call to the parents.

This last item was painless for Nilia, but Polika’s face suddenly changed.

His back was still straight.

Even if he was a pufferfish, he was still a graceful pufferfish.

Now he has become a graceful pufferfish with a very ugly face.

Following that, Nilia felt a low pressure coming from his roommate beside him.

Nilia tutted in his heart.

This dog roommate is still being stubborn!

When the two of them came off the stage, neither of them paid any attention to the other.

It seemed no different from the previous period of silent treatment, but anyone with discerning eyes could see the subtle atmosphere that was about to erupt at any moment.

This atmosphere continued until the secret artist assessment.

The process of the secret artist assessment was very cumbersome, and the complexity of level two was several levels higher than level three.

Not many people signed up for the level two secret artist assessment.

In the entire academy, there were only a few seniors who were about to graduate, and the two third-year roommates who had just made a "splash" in the auditorium.

The theoretical knowledge assessment required candidates to complete a written test within a specified time, covering the basic knowledge, history, laws, and related theories of secret arts.

This was a piece of cake for Nilia, as long as he could resist cursing when answering questions related to history, and there wasn't even a short essay for him to show off in the questions.

Starting from the practical operation assessment, Nilia began to struggle.

The time limit for casting each secret art was 5-10 minutes, and the examiner would give a score.

If it weren't for the fact that Nilia was so familiar with the prayers that he could recite them backwards, the examiner would not have given him a passing grade.

When Nilia survived the practical operation and finally stepped onto the secret arts training ground, under the gaze of thousands, tens of thousands of eyes, his legs were trembling a little.

Usually, the people in the training ground were scattered, in twos and threes.

During the practical combat class, he was basically in a group with Polika.

Occasionally, when he was unlucky and was grouped with someone else, he just had to wait to be beaten.

It wasn't embarrassing either, because no one would be watching.

But the situation is different now.

Originally, the practical combat simulation for the level two secret artist assessment was a team collaboration, but this time there were too few people, so it was changed to an individual battle.

The assessment location was the secret arts training ground, similar to the ancient Roman Colosseum.

The assessment was completely open.

It was estimated that not only the entire school's teachers and students and the assessment team were present.

Graduated secret artists who wanted to observe the level two secret artist assessment and prepare themselves had also rushed over.

The sun shone down from the high sky, reflecting on the worn stone bricks.

The surrounding spectator stands were silent.

The audience gathered with expressionless faces, their gazes focused, as if they were watching some remarkable duel.

The tense atmosphere in the air made Nilia very uncomfortable.

He felt that he was out of place in this scene, and felt awkward no matter what.

Nilia couldn't help but think of Sagteni I.

The king seemed to have never known what fear was since he was a child.

No matter how many people he faced, he always had the same expression, not putting anyone in his eyes.

The moment he thought of Zui, Nilia realized belatedly that it seemed the king hadn't looked for him for a long time.

Since he and Polika started arguing, Zui had stopped speaking, seeming to not care about the assessment at all, just as he had said—whatever.

This probably couldn't be just "whatever"...

Nilia wasn't sure.

He knew his performance since the end of the written test had been very poor, so poor that it would embarrass his "teacher."

If it were before, Nilia would definitely not have cared about these things.

He was just bad, so what!

Why did he suddenly start to... care about what others thought?

Was he afraid of being beaten?

It didn't seem so... then why?

Nilia's nervousness was almost written on his face, which made him seem abnormal.

His mind was full of—

“What will the king think of me?”

“I'm so trash.”

“He's not really ignoring me, is he?”

“No, no, I've already made a bold statement to Polika about embarking on a journey!”

Nilia, who was breathing and thinking wildly, did not hear the bell for the start of the duel.

When the crisp sound rang out, the graduating senior quickly recited a prayer, and supplemented it with a secret art that was so skilled that it didn't even need a prayer.

Sand and dust flew everywhere, even spilling out of the assessment field, extending upwards along the step-like layers.

The moment the prayer ended, these fine sand and dust turned into sharp thorns, turning in unison with a density that made one's scalp tingle.

The sharp thorns cut through the air, and with a loud "boom—", a cloud of dust was raised where Nilia was standing.

And when the smoke and dust dissipated, Nilia was still standing there.

The messy wind blew open his bangs, revealing a tight frown.

That sure-hit attack had stopped three steps away from his feet, carving out a very deep circle around him.

The first gasp from the audience, which had been delayed for a long time, finally broke out.

“He doesn't use prayers!”

“What number did he use? Around 150, right? I can't be wrong!”

“No, the point is he doesn't use prayers! The secret art is around 150 and he doesn't use prayers! Can Professor Boone do that?”

“What is he here for? He's taking the level two exam? Why doesn't he just go for it and go to the royal capital to take the level one exam?”

Nilia couldn't hear the clamor clearly.

He looked up, still with a contemplative look on his face.

After a long time, he reacted and was stunned.

“It started? Ah ah ah, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention…”

He was a little embarrassed and scratched his face: “Then shall we start over?”

Nilia was very good at scaring people.

For example, when he was distracted, he cleanly blocked his opponent's attack from all angles, shocking all of Saint Imolai.

But when he came to his senses, he... became worse.

“What’s wrong with him???”

The system was incredulous, “Didn't he perform quite well just now? I thought he had found his state, but in the end…”

In the end, even defending became difficult.

His opponent was bluffed by him and wasn't sure if this person was deliberately showing weakness.

Saint Imolai also taught tactics, of course not just playing dead.

The combat awareness that a secret artist should have was not neglected either.

His opponent was even a little annoyed, thinking that this was Nilia's deliberate provocation—his light and casual blow had left too deep an impression on him.

One struggled to survive, and the other fought wits and courage with the air.

After a while, Nilia actually managed to hold his ground against the other side with his clumsy practical combat.

Chu Zu watched this duel as if he were watching kindergarten children fight.

It was even more boring than the fight in the dorm.

“His practical combat is so bad it's unwatchable.”

The system was also puzzled: “I don't understand Nilia anymore. How can his level still fluctuate up and down like an electrocardiogram?”

Chu Zu: “When he performed normally, he wasn't using his brain. Now he wants to use his brain, but his brain can't keep up.”

Little yellow chicken: “...”

“He still hasn't been beaten enough.”

Chu Zu sighed, “Or rather, he thinks too highly of me, thinks I won't do anything to him. He hasn't felt a real threat to his life, and I haven't really been harsh on him.”

“He hasn't developed combat awareness, he relies entirely on his subconscious. After this match, when it's Polika's turn, he will definitely not be able to win.”

System: “But in that case, the readers will be very angry…”

“Don't think about the readers for now. Am I not angry?”

Chu Zu said coolly, “He should be beaten more, beat the little brain he has out of him, and beat out muscle memory.”

“If his perception of me is biased, then correct his perception. If his will is not enough to maintain the effect of the secret art, then temper his will. He is not a Sagteni, so he should tighten his skin. It's good for his body.”

The little yellow chicken began to break out in a cold sweat for Nilia.

Chu Zu was silent for a long while and said: “Find secret art number 005.”

The system was quick and nimble: “Secret art number 005, Good Friday.”

Through the medium of secret arts, the user can forcibly occupy the body of a specific existence.

This secret art is essentially a deconstruction of consciousness, forcing the target into a brief imbalance.

Due to the imbalance of consciousness, the individual whose body is taken may experience serious consequences such as identity confusion and memory loss, affecting their future life and mental state.

"Good Friday" was originally based on a god descending with a divine oracle.

The god wanted to give guidance to his followers, but would not listen to the specific requests of any one person.

He would choose a target based on his preference, arrogantly occupy their body, and after being satisfied, would no longer care if that person went mad or became foolish.

The divine oracle had already been laid down, and the world would only praise the god's mercy.

This secret art was very difficult to teach.

The integration of consciousness was a two-way street.

Simply reciting the prayer could easily lead to an unintentional connection with a certain existence around you.

If the caster's own will was not firm enough, the integrated consciousness could easily be influenced in reverse.

In the original work, Zui's reluctance to teach also had his considerations.

It was very difficult to use "Good Friday" to fight a god.

It could basically only be used as a short-term control-type secret art, and the effect might not be good.

The gods had lived for too long.

They had reshaped this world time and time again.

Their consciousness was of course not something humans could control, and it was very easy for them to devour humans in return.

Now was a very suitable time.

Zui wouldn't care if Nilia became an idiot.

He was now angered by this unpromising "student" and had to teach him a lesson.

Originally, Zui was going to "show up" at the secret artist assessment.

It would definitely not be appropriate to use the form of a Shiba Inu.

If he used "Descent" again, Nilia's situation would be awkward, and he might not agree.

Now was just right.

Show up when he should, beat people when he should, and temper their will when he should.

“Host.”

The little yellow chicken suddenly projected the layout of the training ground into Chu Zu's consciousness.

Several places were circled in red, scattered in various corners.

“These students are the same as the group that came to Saint Imolai last time. Hikta's mark was scanned on them.”

Chu Zu said faintly: “The Death Cult has infiltrated. They’re rushing to their deaths, I can’t stop them.”

***

Nilia was getting more and more anxious as he fought.

The more he wanted to perform well, at least at a normal level, the more restrained he became.

He always felt that the prayer was not right, and he also felt that he might have used it at the wrong time.

The price of cramming in a short period of time was fully revealed.

He might be the most complete secret arts library of his time, able to compete with academic masters who had studied secret arts for a long time, but he couldn't cast them.

He couldn't use them at all!!!

This duel was very ugly.

Nilia knew it himself.

Polika had smoothly dealt with the senior before, while he was like a dog that had fallen into the water, doggy-paddling in a mess, swimming towards the shore in a disorderly fashion.

In the end, Nilia probably "wore down" the senior.

The range of secret arts he had mastered was too wide.

The entire secret arts list that Zui had stuffed into him didn't have any key points, nor did it say what he should focus on learning.

Just like that history book full of highlighted points, Nilia had memorized everything—he was not in the same league as the senior in terms of secret arts reserves.

He staggered to the side and finally heard the discussions that had been going on.

His classmates seemed to be… all praising him.

They said he had mastered too many secret arts, it was like showing off, throwing one after another at the opponent.

They also said they had never noticed it before.

Nilia, you little rascal, you were hiding your strength.

No wonder you insisted on taking the level two assessment.

Some classmates even shouted at him:

“Go, Nilia, the dignity of us average students is in your hands. Beat up Polika and let them know who is the backbone of Saint Imolai!”

Nilia knew his own worth.

He was already struggling now.

When he faced Polika…

Nilia turned his head and glanced at his roommate resting in the spectator stands.

His roommate's face was still sullen, full of killing intent, with an air of settling old and new scores together.

Nilia's waist no longer ached, his legs no longer hurt, and his whole body was full of strength.

He could lose to anyone but Polika, otherwise where would he put his face!

He boasted to his classmates: “If I don't beat Polika to a pulp, I'll change my name to Alini today!”

The halftime break was only half an hour.

Soon, the two roommates with deep-seated hatred stood on opposite sides of the training ground.

This time, the cheers from the audience were louder than any before.

The professors tried to maintain order several times but couldn't suppress their desire to see a good show.

The moment the bell rang, Polika did not choose his previous tactic.

He did not have the habit of most secret artists of casting from a distance and charged directly at Nilia.

And at that moment, Polika saw a cold sneer flash across his roommate's annoying face.

Polika came to a dead stop, his hands and feet stiff, his brain working at high speed.

Nilia knew he couldn't win, so he sought outside help?

No, although Nilia was a pure idiot, he wouldn't risk his life to offend Sagteni I over such a matter.

And he didn't hear any prayer.

Based on Nilia's previous performance, he wasn't very familiar with the secret arts with numbers before 60, and they had to be recited completely to be effective.

"Descent" number 054…

Then why?!

The fierce battle between the two was about to break out, but one of them suddenly froze.

The people in the stands watched for a long time, completely bewildered.

But Polika, who was closest to "Nilia," or rather, to Zui, turned around in an instant and roared regardless of anything—

“Run—all of you—run—”

Polika’s fear was incredibly real.

Because he saw Zui slowly lift his eyelids.

Those scarlet eyes were so unfamiliar, without arrogance, without madness… nothing, except for an overwhelming, bone-chilling killing intent.

The killing intent had no direction, just like Zui was not really looking at anyone at this moment, but simply contained a coldness that made Polika's blood run cold.

Sagteni I was furious.

Only this fact remained in Polika’s mind.

His classmates didn't hear his screams that were about to tear his throat, and still looked confused.

Until several figures rose from the edge of the spectator stands of the training ground.

They were wearing Saint Imolai's school uniforms, forcibly suspended in mid-air.

A fiery red chain appeared around their necks.

They kicked their legs in the air, unable to breathe, and were about to suffocate!

—Secret art number 012, Strangling Bind.

“Your Majesty…”

Polika forced himself to turn around.

Just this was extremely difficult.

There was no part of his body that he could control.

Both his reason and his instincts were screaming at him to leave.

The next second, Polika personally experienced the power of "Strangling Bind."

Suffocation, pain, and oppression, the fear and despair of losing control…

And Zui looked at him coldly, as if looking at an ant on the side of the road:

“I am very disappointed in you, Polika Landor. Both you and Nilia have disappointed me greatly.”

Sagteni I didn't even need to repair his body.

The secret arts Nilia now mastered made it so that he no longer had to endure the backlash.

Polika realized how merciful the previous Zui had been.

No one could survive his calm and serene anger.

This was already beyond the limits of humanity.

As his vision blurred, Polika heard Zui say.

“Don't faint. Watch. I want both you and Nilia to watch.”

Forcibly brought back to consciousness, Polika was left with only pain.

Watch what?

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