Classroom in Area C.
"Ding, ding, ding—"
The morning class had just ended, and Mike received another ssage from Violet.
Witty Wombat: Professor Gregory replied to the email. There's an attached item. I'll forward
it to you.
Deathsinger: Got it.
A well-sealed oil paper package appeared in the communication crystal.
Clearly, Violet hadn't peeked during the transfer.
Even without opening the oil paper package, Mike could feel the sharp sword energy emanating from it.
Mike discreetly opened the oil paper package, revealing ten skill books lying quietly inside.
The ink on the skill books was still wet.
Skill Book: [Tear Wound]
[Tear Wound]: Inflicts continuous bleeding damage (100 20% Physical Attack 15% Spell Power) per second on the enemy when slashing, and applies the Tear Wound effect, lasting 5 seconds.
Tear Wound Effect: The target with this effect will continuously lose blood from the wound while moving, taking additional physical damage equal to 30% of the displacent distance, lasting 5 seconds.
Cost: None
Cooldown: 5 seconds
Note: As I wandered the First Abyss, an old friend's letter brought so insight.
That familiar tone, that casual deanor...
The author was obvious.
Mike took out his Lone Wolf badge and sent a ssage to Joseph.
"Joseph, I have a skill book that would fit perfectly into your. Interested?"
While waiting for Joseph's reply, Mike picked up the communication crystal and asked Violet the sa question.
"I want it!"
After reading the skill description, Violet's eyes sparkled. This skill perfectly countered Wind's Reach!
"As long as this skill has nothing to do with Thor, it's fine!" Violet thought to herself.
In the end, Mike nad a price, and Violet agreed without even bargaining!
Looking at the 1500 Lord rits he had just earned, Mike fell into deep thought.
Was making money supposed to be this easy?
Just then, Joseph replied.
Joseph: "There's such a skill book? I'll take one, no, two! How much per book?"
Thor: "I just sold one for 1500 Lord rits."
Joseph: "I get it. 2000 per book!"
Mike: ???
This was the first ti he had seen soone voluntarily raise the price!
Joseph was being unusually proactive!
"Ding, your Wolf's Den savings card has received 4000 Lord rits!"
In the blink of an eye, Mike had 5500 Lord rits in hand.
Looking at the remaining six skill books, Mike suddenly felt he might have undersold them.
...
Guardian Shadow, Cross-Tier Challenge Arena.
Shadow Forty-Nine, Witty Wombat, returned to the familiar battlefield.
Her eyes were exceptionally determined, her right hand resting on the hilt of her blade, like a beast ready to strike.
With the sound of tearing flesh, and in the disbelieving eyes of her opponent, a strong warrior fell unwillingly.
"Witty Wombat, victory!"
A halo on Violet's wrist flashed, the numbers on it changing rapidly, finally stopping at:
Thirteen.
Shadow Thirteen!
Violet's eyes were filled with determination, her blood boiling.
She wasn't trying to prove how great she was.
She wanted to show everyone that what she had lost, she would take back with her own hands (with Deathsinger's help)!
With the remaining ti, Violet rushed to her fallen opponent, urgently saying, "Quick, swear!"
The person smiled helplessly and shook their head, swearing by their true na never to reveal the details of their fight with Violet.
Especially that ga-changing move that caused damage through movent!
After the oath, both figures flickered and left the arena, returning to reality.
"Yes!"
Violet pumped her fist, overjoyed.
With [Tear Wound], she had shot up to Shadow Thirteen!
"Who should I challenge next, Shadow Twelve or Shadow Eleven?"
Amid her excitent, Violet didn't forget the biggest contributor to her success.
After each challenge, making the opponent swear to secrecy was sothing Deathsinger had
taught her.
And it worked!
Deathsinger had mastered these unconventional tricks.
She took out her communication crystal and started typing.
Witty Wombat: Deathsinger, I'm now back to rank thirteen!
Deathsinger: Impressive, impressive!
Witty Wombat: I'm planning to challenge Shadow Eleven. I have a 60% chance of winning.
Deathsinger: 60% chance? That's a guaranteed loss. Why fight?
Violet stared at the ssage on the communication crystal, deep in thought.
She hadn't scored high in school exams, but she had paid attention in math.
How did a 60% chance equate to a guaranteed loss?
Deathsinger: A 60% chance ans you've already lost 40% before the fight even starts. If you lose another 40% during the fight, you'll be left with just 20%. Rounding down, your win rate
is practically zero!
Violet read the ssage three tis.
It seed to make sense?
Witty Wombat: So, what do you suggest I do now?
Deathsinger: Lie low, then strike with a thunderous impact.
On the other end of the communication crystal, Mike detailed his combat philosophy,
opening Violet's eyes.
Mike put away the communication crystal, concluding Violet's matter.
Now he had to worry about-Calderon.
"If I'm not mistaken, Calderon will co looking for by this afternoon."
Mike had agreed with Shadow Nine that if Calderon issued a challenge, Mike would face him.
Shadow Nine would handle keeping Mike's identity secret.
During a break in the training hall, Kaelum approached with a joyful expression.
"Mike, dinner's on tonight!"
He pointed towards the cafeteria, whispering, "I'm paying. Let's celebrate tonight."
Mike couldn't help but be curious, "What's got you so happy?"
Anderson added, "He just spent all his money."
Hearing this, Mike looked at Kaelum in surprise.
Spent all his money and still this happy?
"Just a bit of cash!"
Kaelum waved it off, unable to contain his excitent, "I just bought a skill book from my
nephew. It's amazing. I can't share the details, but I can tell you it's definitely from... a
powerhouse!"
Kaelum was hiding a lot, playing the mystery man.
Little did he know, Mike was already well aware of everything.
Listening to Kaelum, Mike's expression was a mix of amusent and nonchalance, "Even if
it's from a Lord-tier powerhouse, how much could a skill book cost?"
Kaelum casually replied, "Not much, just 4000 Lord rits."
"Spit-"
Damn you, Joseph! Making a profit as a middleman?
Unbelievable!
"That much?" Cain exclaid, shocked, "I heard 1 Lord rit equals 1 million gold coins.
You're loaded?"
"Yeah."
Anderson explained, "He spent all his SSS-level mission rewards."
Mike felt his heart bleeding!
He sold three [Tear Wound] books for 5500 Lord rits, but Joseph sold one for 4000.
Mike lost 6500 Lord rits!
Mike could only console himself, "No worries, I'll make that back from Joseph eventually!"
As Mike was lanting his lost rits, he saw a familiar, sexy woman.
Fake Thor-Bad Woman!
The SSS-grade talent training camp was supposed to have an exchange with Area B today.
Since 'Thor' hadn't fought Mike yet, they ca again.
Bad Woman entered the training hall, not imdiately looking for trouble with Mike, but
checking the ti.
"It's 3 o'clock, ti to pee."
This was sothing Shadow Nine taught them: to go to the restroom at regular intervals to
live more like humans.
Shadow Nine always had these quirky teachings, calling them 'the first step to being human.'
Standing in front of the restroom, Bad Woman hesitated.
She had been beaten in the n's restroom yesterday, leaving her with a psychological
shadow. So this ti, Bad Woman headed straight for the won's restroom.
As she entered the empty restroom, a cold voice ca from above.
"Thor, I heard you got an SSSSS rating last night?"
Bad Woman:...
"Can you avoid hitting my face? I..."
That was her only request!
Before she finished speaking, a fist ca crashing down.
Boom-
A few minutes later, Shadow Two staggered out of the restroom, her face untouched but her
body swollen.
With a sneer, Bad Woman's face showed mockery and disdain.
What nonsense about Calderon, the second Ultimate Lord of humanity, Shadow Nine's rival,
the best fighter...
All lies!
Even with full force, he couldn't kill ?
And twice at that!
I should be Shadow One!
Shadow Two was beaten vision blurred. She vaguely saw five identical people approaching.
Bad Woman rolled her eyes and finally succumbed to Calderon's beating, passing out again.
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