Suspension

"Was it...for me?!" after thinking up to here, Lucara was stunned.

This boy...she made the decision that she would definitely not let anyone else eat him up! Sebastian King would be the next on her list. No! Sebastian King might make her throw the entire list away! Why did she need to devour strangers when she could have a buffet constantly?

Meanwhile, Bas lowered his leg, contemplating, "Could this be a fusion of hunter souls? Maybe I'm not the only Pharaoh Ancestor of Sebastian King? Maybe his hunter soul wasn't simply devoured but assimilated instead? However, how rare is such an occurrence? Maybe not if one of my descendants achieved that realm and formed their own god power. Too bad I died a virgin. What descendants would I have? I don't even know if Sebastian is really my descendant."

"Maybe a common ancestor whose class did not exceed my own existed, but I am still the dominant will. Could this be it? Could it stem from the fact that the everflame and myself are one? So I became a hunter soul?"

This totally subverted Bas' preconceived notion of hunter souls.

"No matter," Bas was excited despite his confusion. "With a hunter soul awakened, I won't have to worry about my progress slowing down as I form my soul record. After all, producing a bronze class record from a wood class arte may take quite a while."

Rym Production was a crucial vocation for hunters across the cosmos. Rym Producers could create things made from pure spiritual ryms. Whether it was the Drug Producers with their potion and pill production, Tool Producers with their useful artefacts and relics, or Arti Producers and their wide variety of skills and ancient knowledge recorded onto soul arte, which were twice as effective as regular arti and only inferior to actual soul records.

Bas was determined to use a wood class arte and refine it into a wood record, eventually raising it to platinum or even a diamond record! Of course, to convert a wood-grade arte into a wood-grade rym record, he needed to write 10,000 rym runes within a singlefold arcane circle. Then, from wood to bronze, Bas would need to create a second layer and write an additional 40,000 rym runes. Bas looked up from his thoughts and happened to lock gazes with Lucara, whose eyes were filled with heat.

As they stared at each other, the world seemed to melt away. At that moment, Lucara released a wisp of her aura due to her lack of focus.

Bas immediately sensed this and was greatly shocked!

Lucara's hunter atmosphere was definitely of the fourth class, not the fifth! The guard that had been lowered greatly was immediately brought back up to 190%. A powerful fifth-class hunter in the mortal world could be a lost genius like himself.

But a true fourth-class hunter in hiding at a grade school in Mortalee? There was no way this woman was a teenager! There was no way she wasn't plotting something! It was impossible.

'Simpson was right; this lady was hiding something!' Bas thought calmly.

That's correct. He indeed felt very calm.

This changed nothing. Simply put, Lucara was far stronger than the current Bas, so what could he do? At best, his dreams of wooing this woman would need more concentrated planning. He had to improve his strength quickly! Why would her heart be conquered by someone who couldn't even subdue her body?

"The teacher arrives; please rise!" shouted the class president as all the students stood up to greet their next teacher, "Good afternoon!"

The teacher was a striking woman with flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes. She walked into the classroom with a confident stride and a small smile on her lips. Bas couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her natural presence.

"Good afternoon, class," she greeted them back, her voice smooth and melodic. "My name is Professor Lirien, and I will be your new instructor for the rest of the semester."

Bas watched as she walked to the front of the room and began to write on the board in neat cursive. He couldn't help but steal glances at her every few minutes, admiring her beauty and how she carried herself. He wondered what her story was, what her dreams and ambitions were.

As she spoke, Professor Lirien walked up and down the aisles of desks, examining each student closely. Bas tried to sit up straighter, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. He didn't want to seem like a slacker in front of such a serious teacher.

Bas struggled to pay attention to the lesson as the class went on. His mind kept wandering back to Lucara and her mysterious aura. He wondered if she knew the power she possessed and what she planned to do with it. He then considered the serial killer she had mentioned earlier.

This point stood out, but he couldn't exactly place the why.

Bas was sent to the principal's office for beating up Pewter when classes finally ended.

His punishment was actually one week's suspension from classes. This was a much harsher punishment than what students typically face for fighting.

Especially when one of them was a first-time offender like Sebastian King.

If he knew their thoughts, Bas would only smile wryly. He had been suspended by the school more than one ridiculous charge in the past.

To others, this seemed like a cruel abuse of authority by campus officials. Many were outraged on Bas' behalf. Meanwhile, the young man in question was actually quite excited about this news. He could work more and train in peace if he didn't have to go to school! Hiding the truth of how bright his light could shine was so tedious. Once school ended for the day, Bas bid his friends goodbye and rode Lucara home on his hoverbike.