chapter 45

Lukas sighed. He really lost, and at his second battle. He looked around and stared at everyone.

Many people arrived one by one, as the magical rune beneath them blinked.

In front of him, a blue screen appeared, basically displaying his status.

"Monthly exam around the corner, I have to practice an earthen volt with that weak-ass practice staff too. To pass the exam," Lukas murmured, staring at the screen.

He came here to see how fast he could react. The results?

"It sucks!" The red-haired dude was clearly trained in swords from a young age. He can also predict where the dude is going to strike. Despite this, he lost! The reason was his body still can't keep up with his mind despite him training secretly with the wooden stick during a very young age.

Lukas sighed and resumed fighting. He wanted to continue fighting. He should also gain some credit points if possible. He is currently broke from spending so much money on the "project at home."

He vanished from his location and reappeared on one of the arena battlegrounds.

His opponent also appeared. When he realized who it was, a smile spread across his face. The guy had long red hair tied in a ponytail. And he was holding a pricey staff with a purple orb on it.

When he saw Lukas' smile and the familiar face, he frowned and wondered where he had seen him before.

Lukas' lips curved into a grin as he dashed towards the dude with all his strength. His reason for going all out? It was the same dude that tried making a joke out of him at the ceremony with that pink-haired chick. "Curter Aus Owsdin."

Curter, who was still wondering where he had seen him, was taken aback when he saw Lukas rush at him with that devilish smile.

Before he could use his fancy wand, like a raging tornado, a kick hit him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and sending him stumbling back, landing on the ground. Lukas did not even allow the poor dude to stand up. In front of him, looking down at Curter like a pitiful fool, Lukas twisted his saber just as Curter looked up and their eyes met.

—Clank!

And bashed the dude in the head with the hilt of the saber.

"Ahk," the dude cried before collapsing to the ground. The HP bar above his head is turning to zero.

Curter's head was in pain. Fortunately, there was a protective forcefield; otherwise, he would have lost consciousness. He turned to face Lukas, who was grinning.

Memories flood in as he finally realizes who this random dude is.

"You!!!" But his words were cut short, as he disappeared from the arena forcefully.

Lukas felt satisfied and chuckled, seeing the blue screen. For some reason, the dude also has high value on him.

The screen:

[Name: Lukas Ver Owsdin

Wins: 02

Losses: 01

[] First year []

Viewers: 16

Bets: 2450 (won)]

He won 2450 credit points in a single go! Lukas felt happy.

"I bet he boosted himself with his friends. Hahaha, thank you. Lukas' figure slowly faded from the arena and appeared in the waiting zone. He quickly looked around for a distinctive red pony-tailed fellow. He eventually found him. Curter was looking at him, grinding his teeth, and was approaching him. This made Lukas only laugh before tapping on the next battle, not waiting for Curter to come at him. Curter could not believe what had just happened. He stood there like a statue. Never in his life had he been treated so disrespectfully. He gripped his hands tightly. "I will kill you someday!" he shouted, gaining the attention of many. Some people gave him strange looks, while others laughed at him. They did not have to think much about why their handsome golden spoon-fed child was angry. Hearing the chimed laughter, Currier became enraged and angrily exited the waiting room, with his mind making up plans to mess up Lukas. Lukas appeared in the arena, still satisfied after seeing Curter's face on the ground in pain. His opponent noticed his cheerful demeanor and looked at him. He also smiled, thinking the dude was overly excited to get something, and "I should beat the crap out of him." And began casting spells. Lukas looked at the dude and noticed the slow, pathetic spell casting despite having a good staff. He sighed, shaking. "Another rich fucker," and rushed at the dude, dodging the fireball with ease. His opponent widened his eyes as he watched Lukas gracefully slash his neck. The fireball continued to hurtle forward behind him. The slash hit its target quickly. Nothing happened to him except that he got the taste of a near-death experience as the forcefield protected him, and the 100 HP above his head turned to zero in one go. He disappeared from the arena, still somewhat shocked at what just happened. The blue screen blinked, showing him winning 530 credit points again! Lukas felt satisfied and finally realized why this place is always crowded. And thus Lukas started fighting until he couldn't anymore, to the limit. The arena had a rule to put first-year vs. first-year, and so on, to prevent higher-year students from bullying and extorting credit points. But for him, it turned out to be a blessing. He won almost every battle against magicians and lost a few against those who used long-range weapons, like that Yul fellow he met, another person with superb spear skills. He lost more badly as he was getting somewhat exhausted too. He was amazed to see such strength from such a weak-looking body, on top of that, it was a girl named Ethia Styese. Lukas was familiar with the Styese family. Butler Charlos was also from this family. They are basically the guardian family of many kings, queens, princesses, and many high nobles. Lukas arrived at the dormitories after such a long day. The teleportation circle underneath him blinked as he arrived in the room. The first thing that attracted his attention was the "project at home." In the middle of the room, there was a large object. It stood on a stand and had intricate designs and sigils. The object resembled an open sleeveless armor, along with two pieces on each side resembling hand guards with metallic gloves.

As soon as he entered, the big purple orb in the middle of it glowed and started making a systemic sound, as if it was responding to him.

Lukas smiled and approached it, touching it. Yes, this was the thing he had spent so much credits on, which he had extorted from the professor.

His very own functional golem, and a golem companion for life, if possible. Named "Aurora".

[To be continued...]