In the spacious large amphitheater classroom, amidst the lively discussion atmosphere, Lanci's question was like a meteor falling into a lake, stirring everyone's hearts.
At that moment, the classroom became quiet, the air seemed to solidify, all eyes were attracted to the back and focused on Lanci.
When Lanci asked this question, most people understood his meaning—
He also wanted to obtain a slab in the future.
The sheer audacity of his words was as if he was declaring that he would become the supreme being of his time.
If proposed by ordinary students, it would have only aroused laughter.
But Lanci was different, he had a reason to be proud.
Now, in the eyes of his peers at Ichrite, he already existed as a Little Devil King.
"..."
Teacher Teresa seemed a little surprised by the question Lanci asked.
The slabs of these three types should be the best choices for Lanci to consider.