Chapter 293
Chapter 293
Chapter 293
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 293: Principal Lan Qi’s Thunderous Rectification Plan
In the empty corridor of the assessment area’s cloister-like building, two figures walked leisurely.
All around was silence, broken only by the faint echoes of their footsteps on the cold, hard stone slabs.
Portraits and sculptures on both sides of the road stood like guards, their chilling gazes fixed on every passing student.
This road seemed unfamiliar—or rather, it was not a path they had walked before.
On the carpet, strange, gruesome bloodstains appeared from time to time. They had long since dried, blending into the color of the fibers.
The bloodstains varied in shape—some left by sharp blades, others like irregular splashes.
It was as if something horrific had occurred in this academy, turning it into an indescribable game of terror.
Yet the two showed no concern.
There was a strange coldness and calm about them, like that of demons.
The first class’s assessment was still ongoing.
Lan Qi and Zestira had already left the magical beast breeding classroom early, taking only the black fox with them.
Lan Qi’s pace was steady, his head slightly raised, the dim light casting his face in a firm glow.
His destination was clear—he had only one thing to do.
Zestira followed closely behind him, as though staying near him gave her reassurance.
Only after leaving the classroom did she realize they were under all sorts of negative effects from the barrier.
Their positions would always be displayed in real time on the notice boards.
Her steps also felt much heavier.
There were status effects such as slow, vulnerability, reduced healing, and more.
Many corridor ends were blocked by transparent barriers, forcing them to detour. If they were cornered in some places, they would be trapped in dead ends.
Who knew—if combat actually broke out, would those seniors backstage grant even stronger debuffs to them, while buffing their opponents?
All of this interference felt like a warning.
A warning not to touch the championship that was “not meant to be taken.”
But she could not control any of it. All she could do was trust her teacher.
“Zestira, think about it,” Lan Qi said with a calm smile, sensing her worry. “When the students get out of class and see my new bounty, what will I look like in their eyes?”
“……”
Zestira fell silent.
From the perspective of the other students… no matter how much they wanted those three hundred thousand credits, anyone with a clear mind would realize something:
Someone who started with a bounty of 130,000, and within one class period rose to over 300,000…
If his worth truly matched such a bounty, then the first reaction upon seeing him should not be to fight—it should be to run!
Yet in the eyes of this “Great Demon King,” the other students were all just little credit-babies…
Under the comfort of his smile and gaze, Zestira managed to relax a little.
She drew a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm.
She knew this was only the beginning of her long journey to become a great demon. She had to learn to face it. At the very least, she must first live up to her teacher’s example. Even though he was a human, he was still the banner of the demons.
Unconsciously, her eyes fell on the bounty information displayed on the broken notice board in the corridor.
【Bounty: Zestira Lilom (Follower: Rocky McCarthy)】【Total: 309,820 Credits】【Noble-born Zestira, preparatory student, current credits: 182, …】【Servant Rocky, danger level: Unknown, …】
This was her first time seeing a rating of “danger level unknown.”
No matter how difficult things became, Zestira now felt she really might earn tens of thousands of credits.
The Pink Sacred choice would surely go to her teacher, and no matter how he used her credits, she would agree.
She only had to follow closely, act decisively, stay rational, and not drag him down.
After all, the key to victory was ensuring she was not hunted.
A few minutes later—
Climbing a spiraling stone staircase, the two reached a door on the top floor.
It was a hidden classroom deep within the building. The heavy door was carved with intricate patterns, exuding an ancient, solemn magical aura.
Symbols on the wall nearby were blurred, but still recognizable.
This was a functional classroom.
The assessment area had a few such functional classrooms—similar to self-service shops—where students who chose to take all five tests without returning to the rest area could purchase food for lunch or dinner.
But they only opened during breaks, and only with credits.
Now, since most students were still taking the first assessment, Lan Qi and Zestira had encountered no one else.
Or rather, no one else would come here.
This was a broadcast room.
For the price of 100 credits, students could use its broadcasting system during breaks.
The two waited outside the door for a moment.
Suddenly, a deep, resonant bell rang throughout the academy.
It was the signal announcing the arrival of the first break.
The sound penetrated the whole building, stirring the silent assessment area into restless activity once more.
As the bell rang, Lan Qi pushed open the heavy door.
It groaned like an entrance long unused.
The two stepped into the broadcast room.
The door closed slowly behind them, cutting them off from the corridor.
Inside, the room glowed faintly with the blue-green light of ancient magic runes. At the far end stood interconnected Magitek devices made of mithril, carved with steady, weighty patterns and characters. At the center, a microphone stood tall, surrounded at the base by spiraled bronze cords.
By placing a student wristband onto the device, they could consume credits and activate the system.
If it had been before, Zestira would have been distressed at spending 100 credits in one go. But now, it wasn’t so bad.
At the Royal Protos Academy, credits could buy almost anything.
Not only could one consume credits for rest and safety under barrier protection—
Almost anything desired could be purchased.
Credits could even offset school punishments, and even revoke punishments for others.
Naturally, this tilted the rules too much in favor of noble-borns with privilege, and the strong. Some even rode roughshod over teachers.
Gradually, the academy’s atmosphere decayed.
Students grew violent, arrogant, and disrespectful.
They lost the heart to cherish people and things, the compassion to care, and the reverence for elders.
Though life in the Empire had improved, the hearts of its children were falling only toward corruption.
Lan Qi’s thoughts drifted back.
At the Corridor of Purgatory Academy, students studied diligently, followed rules, respected teachers, and united against threats from foreign races, overcoming hardship together.
Compared to that—this school before his eyes…
Many teachers here were like Sido, endlessly tolerant of students’ misconduct.
This was wrong.
As an educator with ideals and a sense of duty, Lan Qi resolved to change it all.
He picked up the microphone, tapped its side, confirming the sound worked.
Then, he spoke:
“Students, good day. I’ll keep this brief.”
His calm, steady voice carried the dignity of absolute authority, echoing through the entire building, and across the assessment area.
“Please, approach this exam with the right attitude and complete it earnestly.”
“For students who break rules and display poor conduct, we will show no leniency. I, Rocky McCarthy, hereby make this pledge to all teachers—”
“For this assessment, do not hesitate to use force. Any punishments teachers receive this term, I will personally revoke with my credits. For every negative example student arrested, I will award a one-month paid vacation. No cap.”
Principal Lan Qi was always on the path to creating a better campus.
Zestira: “?!”
Cat Boss: “??!”
Huperion, come back quickly!
This man has lost his mind!!