Chapter 47-Preparation

Chapter 47-Preparation

Sword Department.

Dwight stood in the midst of the bustling crowd, his expression displaying clear signs of boredom. 

Despite his lack of enthusiasm, his innate charm managed to draw the attention of several women who couldn't resist approaching him, requesting his autograph, and trying to seize any opportunity to be close to him.

"Hey there, young master Dwight," one of the ladies cooed, her intentions far from innocent. 

"Why don't you come over to my dorm? I've got something important to discuss with you."

A second woman chimed in, her tone dripping with skepticism, "Don't listen to her. She just wants to take advantage of you, young master Dwight. You should come with me, and I'll make sure you're safe from all these opportunists."

"Young Master Dwight, come play with us."

After Dave emerged victorious in the battle against Arthur, although the specifics remained a mystery to onlookers, the girls' affection for him reached unprecedented heights. 

Many of them overcame their shyness to engage in conversation with him, and the air around him was thick with their persistent advances.

Had it not been for the presence of their watchful professor, it seemed likely that some of these eager admirers would have already pounced on him.

Tomorrow marked the founding anniversary, a special occasion that had Dave engaged in intensive training with Beatrice earlier in the day, specifically focusing on the upcoming pageant. 

Both he and Beatrice had received instructions from Sophia, leaving them with no choice but to obediently follow the predetermined arrangements.

The pageant was scheduled to take place immediately following the opening ceremony, effectively serving as the inaugural event of the celebration. 

...…

Sophia cast a frustrated gaze at Dwight and Beatrice, who seemed utterly disinterested in her instructions.

"Hey, listen to me," she implored with a hint of exasperation, "You must secure the top ranking, and it's essential not to waste my efforts."

While Sophia had requested their participation in various other events, her heart was truly set on the pageant. 

It held special significance as the opening event, ensuring a massive audience.

With Dave's popularity, victory in the competition appeared almost assured, affording her the opportunity to boast to other department leaders about their triumph.

Beatrice, offering a graceful smile, attentively absorbed Sophia's words. 

As she moved elegantly, her beauty left an indelible impression.

Even Sophia, in all her own attractiveness, couldn't help but feel somewhat inferior in comparison to Beatrice's feminine allure.

"She truly hails from the Beauty Clan,"

Sophia murmured, acknowledging Beatrice's exceptional charm.

Sophia herself possessed beauty but was known more for her commanding presence and fearsome reputation. 

She had dedicated her life to rigorous training from a young age, honing her swordsmanship and cultivating a reputation for strength and fortitude. 

Her hands, unlike those of many other women, bore the marks of her training and her hands are not smooth like other women.

Sophia then shifted her gaze toward Dwight, only to find him discreetly surveying her physique. 

The unexpected attention left Sophia astounded, and she certainly hadn't anticipated such a vulgar reaction from him.

"Where are you looking?"

Sophia inquired, squinting her eyes in Dwight's direction.

Dwight simply shook his head, sensing a familiar aura emanating from Sophia. 

He briefly examined her, unaware that Sophia interpreted his gaze as a form of pervert.

"Well," Dwight offered a nonchalant explanation, "You do have an impressive body, so I couldn't help but look."

His frank admission left both Sophia and Beatrice taken aback. 

Compliments from Dwight were a rarity, and Beatrice had never heard him praise her, even though she had attempted to charm him in the past. 

Consequently, she felt somewhat uneasy in the face of his unexpected compliment.

Sophia, meanwhile, experienced a sudden flush of embarrassment. 

Surprisingly, she didn't find herself angered by Dwight's candid remark. Instead, she felt an unexpected sense of intrigue.

"Stupid," Sophia muttered under her breath before hastily departing the scene to hide her reaction from prying eyes.

Dwight remained stunned by her reaction, while Beatrice observed Sophia's departure with a knowing smile. 

Dwight, despite his formidable reputation, remained utterly clueless when it came to deciphering the complexities of women.

"What just happened?"

Dwight finally questioned, his puzzled expression turning to Beatrice.

With a laugh, Beatrice chose not to explain, opting to keep Dwight in the dark. 

Instead, they continued to rehearse for the performance scheduled for the following day.

...….

Deep within the heart of a dense forest, a figure stood out, a tall and muscular man seated atop a mound of monster corpses. 

His presence radiated immense power, evident from the commanding aura that surrounded him. 

Clad in the official uniform of the renowned World's Academy, he was unmistakably a strong student.

Close by, fellow students couldn't help but shower him with praise, their voices filled with admiration. 

"As expected of Senior Bryan," one of them marveled, "He's taken down a whopping 200 monsters today."

Another chimed in, nodding enthusiastically, "Yeah, he's living up to his reputation as one of the academy's top 10 strongest students."

"Absolutely," added a third, "Senior Bryan's already in his last year. After graduation, he's bound to secure a prestigious job with that kind of power."

Bryan glanced at the students who regarded him with reverence, though his expression remained stoic.

His body pulsed with vitality and strength, marking him as one of the academy's most physically formidable students. 

Despite this, he had ranked 7th in the previous year's rankings. However, he now possessed unwavering confidence in his progress.

"Heh," he muttered to himself with a hint of arrogance, "just you wait, Zion. I'll wash away the shame you brought upon me when you defeated me that one time."

Bryan was known for his audacious challenges, targeting any student he deemed strong. 

He had won most of these contests but suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Zion, who had defeated him with a single move.

Since that fateful day, he had sworn to undergo rigorous training to conquer the one who had defeated him, vowing to humiliate him in front of the crowd.

"Tsk," he sighed, his thoughts turning to the looming foundation ceremony scheduled for the next day. 

Failure to attend would incur the wrath of Professor Archie, the formidable department leader of the warrior department, a person Bryan viewed with respect and his goal to reach.

..............

Meanwhile, in an expansive oceanic expanse, a breathtakingly beautiful woman floated gracefully, submerged in the tranquil waters. 

Her serene meditation was interrupted when a sudden vortex manifested within the ocean's depths, forcefully drawing in numerous fish and aquatic creatures.

With a swift movement, the woman, standing at an impressive 5'8 feet tall, donned a shimmering water-based armor that accentuated her elegance. 

Her striking white hair added an air of mystique to her already captivating presence.

"Hmm," she mused, her voice carrying an otherworldly tone, "so it is to be tomorrow. I must return."

...….

In the depths of a shadowy cave, a young man named Zion stood triumphant, clutching the severed head of a colossal 6-meter-tall bear. 

The bear's countenance bore an expression of fear, etched onto its face in its final moments.

With a determined look in his eyes, Zion, a fellow fourth-year student, shared a height similar to Dwight but he is more robust and muscular. 

In the previous year's rankings, he had secured the 2nd position, with his only loss stemming from a battle against Princess Olivia of the Water Empire. 

His weakness lay in his limited spiritual power, and Princess Olivia, his nemesis, excelled in mental attacks alongside her prowess in hand-to-hand combat.

"I shall defeat you," he vowed, his fist clenching with resolve, "and ensure that everyone acknowledges me as the strongest."

His gaze shifted to his newly acquired crimson-hued sword, emanating a foreboding aura. 

Tomorrow's championship loomed, and Zion was prepared to prove his power and seize the title of the ultimate warrior.

...….

In the midst of the chaotic battleground, Aiden, a student who had secured the impressive 4th rank among the academy's top ten, found himself in a frenzy. 

"Hahaha"

His laughter echoed eerily as he chanted incantations, unleashing a dark spell that swiftly devoured the lifeless remains of the monstrous creature he had killed.

"More!" he cried out manically, his eyes gleaming with madness, "I crave more."

Aiden's demeanor had taken a sinister turn, a side effect of mastering such a potent and malevolent skill. 

But then, as suddenly as the madness had overtaken him, his eyes returned to their normal state.

"Hah"

"The side effects of this skill are undeniably treacherous," he admitted with a heavy sigh, his sanity now firmly restored. 

"Thankfully, my soul is resolute enough to maintain control."