Even Lucian Crowe usually calm and composed had a complicated expression on his face.
"Would you like to recruit him then?" Julie Wartin teased, resting her cheek against her palm.
"It’s nonsense that makes no sense. Why would you even think of doing that?" Lucian Crowe replied, his tone dry.
"Hehe, just a joke." Julie Wartin shrugged. "Still, it’s too early for the top 500. He’s not even a Magician in the first place."
It sounded like sothing she said without thinking... but maybe it was a prediction, spoken without realizing its weight.
If it’s that group, I would reject it instantly without even considering.
[Crimson Thorn] a gathering of elite, genius-level hero candidates was led by none other than Lucian Crowe himself. The na was childish, sure, but they were only seventeen. The pressure of expectations still wrapped around them like tight coils. Kael Vi-rel shook off the uneasy feeling and refocused on his current task: training.
> Strength has increased by 1.
> Strength has increased by 1.
’Certainly fast...’ Kael Vi-rel thought.
Of course, the stat increased quickly it was originally pathetically low. Combined with the [Level Growth Acceleration Mana potion] he bought using the system’s currency, the results showed imdiately.
> I had to resort to doping, huh.
Still, physical training couldn’t be ignored. His body was the vessel for survival, and unlike the others, he didn’t have a magic stat to fall back on.
> Main quest will proceed inside the academy.
Sub-quests will start overlapping soon.
With stats in the 10s... surviving this hellish ga is close to impossible.
Also i think the written exam would comnce soon.
’But I’ll do it anyway.’
Kael Vi-rel trained until sweat drenched his shirt, his breaths sharp and shallow. He glanced forward at Lucian Crowe and Julie Wartin again both Magicians, both respected, and both far ahead of him. A sword felt like the wrong weapon choice now.
> Too late to change that now.
After the workout, he headed straight for the dining hall, scarfed down a hot al, and changed into casual wear.
His next stop: the Fade casino.
> It’s ti to begin the "Babban’s Heirloom" sub-quest.
The casino was lit with magical chandeliers and humming with the soft clatter of chips and cards. Kael wandered inside, scanning tables.
"Hey, System. Where is he?"
> [Target: Veke Ray]
Brown shirt. Poker table. Left side of the room.
"Found him."
Kael Vi-rel slid into an empty seat across the table, keeping his expression calm. With his 99 LUCK stat and surveillance tools, this ga was already over.
INTELLIGENCE: 60
STAMINA: 10
CHARM: 3
SENSE: 11
LUCK: 99
> My drone’s already flying above.
I also have these new glasses...
A few hours earlier, a ssage from the System had appeared.
> The Creator offers you a special reward.
Choose one:
1. A downgraded version of items you had used in the ga.
2. A downgraded version of your forr skills used in the ga.
3. Ga Points.
4. Stats.
"It looks like the system have at least so comrcial enthics let see what should I pick I already have a drone.
NOTE: Any item with higher grades wouldn’t be given to you.
He’d thought for a mont before asking:
> "What about Vismora Glasses?"
> Approved. Item granted.
Vismora Glasses
> Grade -
Description – All-Seeing mory Lens
Once equipped, Vismora stores a perfect record of everything you witness. Speak "Recall" to project any past scene into the air before you, or "Veil" to hide your own eyes behind shimring aether-glass. Rumor says Vismora’s lens never forgets... even the monts you wish it would.
Worry no more because Vismora rember every piece of information you have seen.
You can connect it to the filming drone
Consu Mind Power to activate.
> "Hehe... With this, I am invincible."
Kael Vi-rel watched the poker chips shuffle and stack. His fingers tapped casually against the table.
I should act naturally I honestly feel bad about this but my luck is off the chart, Well who cares
Then
"Hey. You there."
A soft but firm voice sliced into his thoughts. He turned his head.
A girl sat nearby no, a woman. Even seated, her presence outshone the dazzling lights of the casino. Long black hair fell around her face like silk, framing sharp eyes that glead with curiosity and danger. A visible scar marked her clavicle, shaped like a curved fang.
Kael Vi-rel blinked. All the confidence drained out of him for a split second.
> ’Cool...’
I know her. I rember now.
"Bar?" he coughed, caught off guard. "Nice to et you?"
She chuckled, tilting her head.
"It’s interesting to see a freshman who caused such a storm during the admission test hanging around a place like this. Wanna play a ga?"
Kael Vi-rel froze.
> I don’t dare object. That woman is...
Selene Whitmore.
I don’t dare to object at all. Selene Whitmore. In specialized school, 9th rank among national students. Thanks to the asurent test, it climbed to 8th place. But that is not the point. She is the second daughter of a family whose main jobs is assassination. Since she was very young, she has been trained in life and death brutality, and she killed her first target at the at a young age That is not what’s important. Her family is one of the world’s leading family.
And the most terrifying part?
> The Whitmores treat human lives like snacks.
If you get involved with this woman, you’ll be hooked at once.’
Kael Vi-rel’s instincts scread at him to walk away. But instead, he let out a long breath and clenched his fists under the table.
> This woman is the most dangerous person at the academy.
No doubt about it.
"Are you here to talk," she said, smiling thinly, "or to play gas?"
His body felt numb. Fingers trembled slightly. A bead of sweat traced his spine.
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Yes, if you’ve co to play, then let’s play!"
> Calm down.
Don’t act like a fool.
Don’t panic, cheat, or act clever.
Deal with her directly.
He gulped. The dice were already rolling.
> What should I do now?
I know how strong she is...
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