Emily Harris
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[1.Leave, and obtain random information. 2.Step onto the stage and challenge her, and receive a god-tier reward!] Hearing the mechanical voice in his ears, Owen was shocked! A system! The indispensable system for transmigrators had finally arrived! Looking at the two choices given by the system, Owen fell into deep thought. Although he didn't understand the system's intentions, the first option was clearly not the better choice. After all, the random information might be valuable, but…-
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Hurt! That's Hurt! It felt like waking up from a terrible hangover. Owen's head throbbed with piercing pain, as if needles were stirring his brain. He slapped his head hard, and the pain finally subsided a little. Then, countless chaotic, noisy voices speaking in an unfamiliar language flooded into his ears. Gradually, he began to understand the meaning of the words. "Winning one hundred and nine consecutive matches in the tournament, Madelyn truly lives up to her name as the thorny…
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Wearing a bone helmet and armor and a cloak that seems to reflect only the darkest parts of the night sky. It stood at the center of the ruins, the master of the nine thousand dead who roamed the land. And Vikir saw right through its ominous identity. Danger Rating: S Size: ? Found in 'Serpent's Womb', deep within the Gate of Destruction. Nicknamed 'Eighth Corpse'. One of the Ten Plagues, natural enemies of mankind, is incomprehensible and unkillable. "Herds of cattle and beasts…-
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The Night Hound continues to blend silently into the night. Vikir glides from building to building. But unlike before, Vikir's movements are many times more agile. Although he became stronger through training, it was more due to the entity attached to the wrist of his left hand. A spider web spewed from his left wrist. The creature shoots the webs onto the walls or railings of the building in front of him as he flings himself into the air. Vikir then swings forward like a pendulum,…
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With all the midterms over, it's time for a little break at Colosseo Academy. Following the principle that 'when you study, you should study hard, and when you play, you should play hard,' Colosseo Academy holds a big festival every year to comfort the tired minds and bodies of students after midterm exams. As the festival season approaches, professors tend to give students less class time and more breaks. The idea is to get students thinking about and discussing things to do during the festival.…
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'Blinded by anger, where are you looking?' Professor Sady's eyes widened to tears as she read the shape of Vikir's lips. At the same time. ...Puck! The vision in her left eye went black. "Kaaaahhhh!" Prof. Sady's horrifying scream echoed throughout the training grounds. The entire left side of her face is on fire! But the golem's face is intact. Not a single arrow mark. "...? ...? ...? ...?" Professor Sady reaches out and touches the left side of her face. She can feel it.…
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Ziggy Geek... A momentary phenomenon, surely a temporary event. But it was a shock to Professor Sady nonetheless. The golem stopped. The whip attack that had threatened to crush Vikir at any moment had been interrupted. Professor Sady jerked back in surprise. This time, the golem listened and followed. ...? All the spectators were dumbfounded. "What's going on? What's going on? Why are you stopping?" "Is it a bad mood? The golem seemed to stop for a moment." "Anyway,…
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The unleashed hound took to the field. Vikir had a special meeting with Professor Banshee before he was put to the test. "Vikir-gun." Professor Banshee's gaze and voice were cold, and, as usual, he didn't like Vikir. But. "As a professor, I have a duty to see that my students are not put in harm's way. That's why I don't want you to take Professor Sady's exam." "I'd like to take the test as scheduled, on principle, if possible, but I also think I might get something out of it."…
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Meanwhile. When Sinclair, the head of the Hot Class, is carried out on a stretcher with a dismal score, the mood of the entire class is somber. The usually cheerful Sinclair had become something of an idol to the first-year students. But not everyone was saddened by Sinclair's tragedy. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, that commoner bitch finally got her nose flattened." "She doesn't know what she's talking about, and she's just gotten the head of the Hot Class." "Exactly. The head of the Hot Clas…
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"...." Vikir stood there, his face still expressionless. And behind him, a female student with white hair walked out. Sinclair, the head of the Hot Class. She walked toward the stage, as if sensing it was her turn. "Class A, Hot Mages. Number 69. Are you Sinclair?" By this time, she heard Professor Sady's voice calling out Sinclair's name. It was a line of genuine interest. Despite being from a commoner's background, Sinclair's performance in practical and written exams is better…
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