Chapter 289
Chapter 289
Chapter 289
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 289 – Lan Qi’s Consecutive Kill Show is Charging Up
Under Lan Qi’s demonstration, Zestira gently reached out her hand and touched the fox’s head. Warmth and softness spread through her palm, and the big fox let out a sound that was aloof yet affectionate, as if offering her a friendly welcome.
A ripple of indescribable joy welled up in Zestira’s heart.
She had never been this close to an animal before.
The old teacher stood at a distance, watching his two students together with the magical beasts. The scene froze into a warm painting, brimming with colors of love and understanding. With his half-closed, weary eyes, he silently sent sincere blessings and hopes to these two children in his heart.
If only all the students in this academy were as good as these two… the old man thought.
At that moment, the bell outside the classroom finally rang. Its deep, long sound carried a trace of magical power, able to penetrate walls and spread to every corner of the examination zone.
When the bell ended, the assessment would officially begin.
As chief examiner, it was his duty to tell the two students exactly what this test required them to accomplish.
No matter the outcome of this assessment, he was determined to give these two children as high a score as possible.
However—
The bell’s long toll was suddenly cut off.
Before the old teacher could even open his mouth, a cold wind swept in, like the warning of a coming storm. The warmth and harmony of the moment was ripped apart in an instant.
The door slammed open with a violent crash.
Several students with predatory, aggressive gazes stormed into the classroom.
Their eyes brimmed with coldness and disdain, treating everything before them as worthless.
Without warning, without a word, without so much as glancing at the old teacher, they strode forward, weapons already in hand, aiming straight at Lan Qi and Zestira.
Fully armed, they entered battle mode the very instant the assessment began. Their weapons gleamed with cruel metallic light, reflecting in their eyes, brimming with a murderous will!
Yet the magical beasts were even more sensitive to this hostility and threat.
Flames of fury suddenly burned in their eyes!
What had moments ago been calm and gentle expressions instantly turned sharp and feral.
Almost by instinct, they pounced at the intruding students.
In an instant, chaos filled every corner of the classroom!
The sounds of collisions, roars, and claws clashing with metal mingled together. The beasts unleashed their natural-born strength and magic against the invaders who radiated nothing but malice.
Zestira stood frozen to the side, her eyes full of fear.
She had not expected them to be this ruthless.
From the number of figures she had glimpsed in the hallway earlier, the first wave of students should not have been this many—nor this decisive.
Amidst the chaos, Lan Qi’s eyes also showed a hint of worry.
“Students, stop at once! These children aren’t aggressive!”
The old teacher hurried forward into the center of the chaos, wanting to use his wisdom and experience to quell the sudden storm.
But alas—
One student suddenly drew a deep breath, lowered his right fist beside his waist, then shot forward like an arrow.
“Artery-Rupturing Fist!”
Boom!
His explosive punch shook the entire classroom, crashing down like thunder into the body of a beast.
But in truth, it landed on the old teacher who had stepped up to mediate.
In an instant, both the old man and the beast were sent flying, skidding several meters across the classroom floor.
The beast’s body was tough and seemed largely unharmed. But the old teacher’s condition was another story.
Zestira’s mouth hung open in shock as she stared at the chaos.
Lan Qi folded his arms, his expression full of troubled frustration—
As though deeply worried by this “students attacking their own teacher” kind of moral decline.
“Students, stop!”
The old man struggled up from the floor, bracing himself with both hands on the ground. But the frenzied students paid him no heed.
In his long years of teaching, he had occasionally been challenged with violence by hot-blooded youths before.
But never had he received such a vicious blow.
If he had been ten years older, that strike might already have sent him to meet the Goddess.
How pitiful…
Eyes half-open, half-closed, the old man sighed with sorrow.
What has happened to the students of these years?
Such vile behavior had always existed, but in recent years, the children were growing ever more violent and arrogant.
Had they lost all respect for people and things, all kindness, all reverence toward their elders?
Yes, life in the Empire had grown better, but had the hearts of its children only grown more corrupted?
How good things had been in the past…
Not long after the Holy War had ended, in that era of unity and mutual love.
The old man’s thoughts drifted back, naturally, to decades ago.
Back then, the students of Protos Royal Magic Academy were simple and passionate, burning with hope for the future.
They treated him with respect—not because of how strong he had been on the battlefield, but simply because they were like-minded companions.
He remembered their cheerful voices:
“Major, we’ll definitely learn monster-breeding properly from you!”
“What’s this little fox’s name? It’s so cute!”
“Who would’ve thought the Grim Reaper of the battlefield was such a kind person. It really was war’s fault, wasn’t it?”
Everyone had been harmonious and kind…
It felt just like that.
Some hot-tempered students had even risked being reported, secretly saving baby beasts destined for slaughter, registering them as “research specimens,” just to protect them.
Every time he recalled those days, his chest grew warm.
Why were there no such students now?
Well—there were still a few. Like those two kindhearted children in front of him.
But as his thoughts flickered, time slipped by.
The classroom had already become a battlefield.
What had once been a warmly decorated room filled with tools and ingredients was now in utter shambles.
Hay scattered across the floor mixed with dust and the beasts’ fallen feathers.
The roars of magical beasts and the shouts of students blended into a deafening rhythm—an echo of the Holy War, a grudge that had haunted the Protos Empire since those days, a hatred that could not be dissolved.
Confronted with the scene, the old man shook his head, his spirit broken. He could not even bring himself to embrace the magical beasts he had raised like children all these years.
No, no…
I mustn’t get angry.
I’m too old to act rashly.
The old man forced a smile onto his face.
Someday, the future of the Protos Empire will be entrusted to these young people. As a teacher, I cannot correct them with violence-for-violence. Just as I once learned—you cannot subdue magical beasts with brute force.
With that thought, the old man’s snowy brows softened again with kindness.
Just as he braced himself, ready to use his frail old body to try once more to awaken these lost children—
Crash!
The door burst open again, and a cabinet flew across the room, smashing into his head and knocking him down once more.
“Good thing this is just a beginner-level classroom!”
“Start the slaughter!”
Even more students rushed in, their eyes flashing with cruelty and greed as they looked upon the chaotic cooking classroom. They sharpened their blades eagerly, looking as if they couldn’t wait to hack the ingredient-beasts to pieces and claim the 130,000 credits reward.
(End of Chapter)