Novels by Puteri Bulan

"I-It wasn't me! I swear on the Crest family name, I wasn't the one who put that dagger in my ring!" Valen screamed in a panicked, shrill voice, his face deathly pale with not a trace of arrogance left. The young noble knelt trembling on the marble floor, staring hysterically at the Holy Silver Dagger glowing brightly before everyone. Archbishop Malakor stepped forward with a face flushed crimson with rage, slamming his staff of authority until it unleashed a pressure wave of wind. "Enough, Valen von Crest!" Archbishop Malakor barked in a thunderous voice that silenced the entire hall. "This evidence came directly out of your very own storage space!" Instructor Barton, who stood beside the dais, was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, attempting to step backward to save himself. "M-Perhaps some wicked magic moved that object, Your Eminence..." Barton squeaked in a violently trembling tone. Archbishop Malakor turned sharply, pointing at Barton with a finger trembling with rage. "Sil

"Take this trash to the Grand Hall at once!" Archbishop Malakor shouted, flicking his golden cloak. Circulating magic chains flared brightly, tightly binding both of Leon's wrists. Felix attempted to break through the line of soldiers, but the butt of a spear struck his chest, sending him sprawling onto the wooden floor. "Leon! This is a frame-up!" Felix screamed, his raspy voice cracking in the middle of the dorm corridor. "Silence, commoner!" Instructor Barton barked, kicking the ground near Felix's body. Leon allowed himself to be dragged by two heavily armored knights without resisting in the slightest. The pain from the magic chains' grip failed to break the focus of his soul even for a moment. Beneath his hanging bangs, Leon's brown eyes flashed subtly, absorbing the shadows of the corridor they passed through. Enjoy your brief victory, Valen, Leon thought, tracing an unseen smile. For the very stage you have prepared will become the execution ground for your own reputat

"Let her keep watch over me, Felix," Leon replied casually, lightly patting his friend's shoulder. Felix glared in disbelief, ruffling his own hair with an increasingly hysterical expression. "You're crazy, Leon!" Felix exclaimed, lowering his voice into a panicked whisper. "Elena is the most genius and influential mage in this entire academy! If her personal guards are spying on your every move, you won't even be able to go to the bathroom in peace!" Leon chuckled softly, wearing a remarkably convincing, naive, and resigned expression before Felix. "Why should I be afraid if I haven't committed any crime?" Leon asked innocently, tilting his head. "I'm just an ordinary scholarship student who happens to always be favored by luck." Felix facepalmed, sighing deeply as he gave up facing his friend's strange calmness. Let Elena stay busy chasing shadows, Leon thought, a subtle smile tracing his gaze. Elena's strict investigation would actually serve as the ultimate line of defense,

"H-Help! Someone please help us in here!" Felix screamed hysterically, pounding his last remaining strength against Sector 4's hard stone door. BANG! BANG! The booming sound of the splintering door echoed from outside the passage, followed by a sudden flash of white magic light illuminating the darkness. The colossal stone door finally burst into pieces. "Felix! Leon!" Instructor Barton shouted, feigning panic as he led the academy rescue team into the passage. However, Instructor Barton's footsteps froze instantly at the threshold. The instructor's face turned deathly pale as he took in the horrific sight before him: fifteen Rank-B Blight Orc corpses lying drenched in blood. In a dark corner of the passage, Leon blinked his eyes slowly, pretending to have just regained consciousness from fainting. "Ugh... F-Felix? Are... are we still alive?" Leon whispered in a weak, raspy voice, clutching his trembling head. Felix immediately hugged Leon's shoulders tightly, sobbing in reli

"Crush him!" the Blight Orc chieftain screamed, its raspy voice shaking the cavern interior. The three-meter-tall giant creature focused all its muscular strength, trying to press the heavy blade of its giant axe downward. Yet the heavy iron weapon remained frozen stiff mid-air, held firm by the grip of Leon's single bare hand. The Orc chieftain growled in astonishment, its glowing red eyes bulging as it stared down at the human youth before it. From the ground beneath the impact of the powerful gust of wind, Felix gaped at the sight with wide eyes. "L-Leon... how can..." Felix whispered in a violently trembling voice, unable to believe his eyes. Leon realized his grand secret could not be exposed before his first friend at this academy. Without turning his head even a fraction, Leon tilted the fingers of his right hand backward. A thin wisp of purple mist shot out swiftly, softly touching the forehead of the panicking Felix. "Sleep for a moment, Felix," Leon whispered in an

"Crush this flare stone right now, Leon!" Felix screamed in panic, slamming the crystal stone on his wrist against the stone wall. Crack! The bright blue flare stone shattered into pieces upon the wet floor. However, instead of transmitting an emergency signal out of the cave, the crystal shards dimmed and died out completely within seconds. "N-No way..." Felix whispered, gasping for air. The bespectacled youth's face instantly turned pale as a corpse as he realized their most vital safety device was completely nonfunctional. "Our magic signal is completely cut off from the outside world!" Felix added, clutching his hair in sheer despair. Leon stood calmly beside Felix, observing the blood-red cracks of the magic seal locking the stone door frame behind them. To the naked eye, Leon was trembling violently while tightly clutching his cheap wooden staff. Yet beneath that naive facade, a cold calculation operated with razor precision deep within his soul. A fairly neat trick fr

"Do you think lower-caste crumbs like you have the right to keep a talisman this good?!" Julian barked, pressing his blade deeper into Toby's neck. A drop of fresh blood trickled slowly down the skin of Toby's neck, freezing instantly upon contact with the bitter night cold of the 6th Floor. Though fear churned his stomach, Toby clung tightly to the cloth pouch filled with Thermal Talismans against his chest. The items in his arms were no ordinary heating devices. They were the sole factor standing between life and death for over a dozen of his companions in Barracks E who were freezing to death. "These belong to all the students of the support faction!" Toby shouted, his voice trembling yet firm with resolve. "I won't give them to an arrogant person like you!" Julian's face, pale from the biting cold, instantly flushed with surging rage. For a noble scion of the combat faction, being defied so bluntly by a lower-caste student was an intolerab

"Don't scream if you still want your breath to stay warm," whispered a heavy voice from beneath the pitch-black hood. Toby and Mia jumped in surprise. Their bodies bumped against an ancient stone pillar encrusted with ice in the dimmest corner of the Dark Logistics Market. The two low-caste teenagers reflexively pressed close together, trembling violently as they stared at the mysterious figure who had just silently emerged from the shadows. Before their fear could turn into screams, the dark-hooded figure—the Ghost Merchant—casually flicked his hand. Thud! A giant iron pot with a tightly fitted lid landed smoothly on the snowdrift before them. The moment the pot's lid lifted slightly, a rich, savory aroma of spices burst into the night air. Thick hot steam billowed high, carrying a wave of warmth that instantly melted the icy crust around Toby and Mia's feet. "W-What is this...?" Toby stammered with wide eyes, inhaling the scent of

"If we're monsters, then what do you call Raymond Sterling and his military officers?" Austin-02 folded his arms across his chest, leaning back against the old wooden crate. "We're just laborers trying to survive the madness of your leadership," the clone continued in a deeply sarcastic tone. Selena wiped her forehead, which was still damp with melted snow, staring at the stack of Thermal Talismans on the table with a blend of awe and horror. "But these things... their efficiency makes absolutely no sense," Selena whispered, touching the edge of the silver cloth talisman engraved with golden ink. "Even the thousand-gold-piece Thermal Armor belonging to the elite faction doesn't hold a candle to these scraps of cloth." Austin-02 broke into a cruel smirk. "Indeed," he replied, a shrewd glint flashing in his eyes. "And that's precisely why we have a golden opportunity to bleed the elite faction dry until they have nothing left."

Last Updated: 2026-09-04