The Seventh Floor

As the lights illuminated the seventh floor, Headmaster Jean let out a sigh of relief. Though he attempted to maintain an unaffected demeanor, a subtle smile gradually formed on his lips.

His bets on Vale were indeed right… From Vale's mysterious Malefic Branch Spells, his unique Physique, his Dark Spirit, and his unusual fondness for corpses, Jean knew that Vale was special.

"I wonder if he's really going to get the ring…" Jean muttered as he looked at the people who wanted the Dark Arts Academy to fail in this contest.

They were all frustrated right now since Vale had reached the seventh floor faster than the other two. If Vale could last even just a minute, Vale was basically guaranteed to win and would obtain the first-place reward.