"What kind of technique is that?" with the senior team making the next offensive play, Dalia was forced to retreat away from their zone. As soon as she arrived besides Jedidiah, she was unable to hold back her curiosity. "They're about to make their moves." finding a valid excuse to avoid giving her a straight reply, Jedidiah sounded out this warning. However while he was still mid way speaking, his fingers were a bit busy. With a single snap of his fingers, three portals materialized in the air as they silently floated besides him."Interesting. He casted a magic technique without the use of a finger seal!" Dalia blinked in astonishment and new found intrigue. The first time when Jedidiah executed his magic technique, she had found it bizzare how smooth his execution of the magic technique had been at the time — it made zero sense for a complete noob to spend less than a minute trying to execute a magic technique. She had suspected he had managed to increase the casting speed th

Pui! Following the successful absorption of her technique, Estelle sprayed out a mouthful of blood. With her eyes rolling back, she directly collapsed on the tiles. "Tch. Useless." a couple distance away, Zach just happened to have witnessed the series of events leading to Estelle's defeat, causing him to cuss inwardly. At this point, the reality was clear for him to see, whether he wanted to accept it or not — Jedidiah wasn't a cripple.. he could weild magic and was talented in it as well.. as evident from the Intermediate magic he just casted. "You can even afford to get distracted.. thank you in advance!" from the corner of his eyes, Zach noticed his opponent suddenly making a sideway twirl. With her right palm bouncing the ball against the surface of the ground, Dalia attempted to sneak around Zach and towards the senior team zone that was merely a couple meters away. "Hmph." currently the freshmen team were playing offense and judging from how the game was about to end, it

Contrary to Jedidiah's expectations, the interior of Blue Star Avenue was quite serene. Natalie had already arranged a private golf cart for him, so passing through the security checkpoint wasn't an hassle. As the wheels of the cart moved across the smooth dirt covered by meticulously trimmed grass, Jedidiah took the opportunity to observe his new environment with rapt interest. 'Didn't the taxi driver say this place was an artificial Haunt Realm?' Jedidiah's eyes narrowed in confusion. The air was fresh, the atmosphere serene and the environment bustling with activity. It appeared more like a luxury resort than a place that was supposed to be brimming with Death Qi! "We are here, sir." after covering a rough distance of over five acres away from the security check point, Jedidiah suddenly felt the golf cart come to an abrupt halt within an open square shaped construct with a low fence. They were a couple others similar constructs around and within them were stationary golf carts

"As expected from the great Mr. Stratham. You are indeed an eccentric man like the rumors claim." Ignoring the downcast expressions of the young entrepreneurs around her, Natalie directly arrived in front of Mr. Stratham. Spotting a half curved smile that oozed with confidence, she continued. "Which is why I already have a suitable candidate in mind." "What is the meaning of this, Natalie!?" before Mr. Stratham could respond, Dwayne quickly cut in. His eyes currently had an unfriendly glimmer within them. "We all know you don't need this internship. So why are you intentionally trying to make things difficult for the rest of us, huh?!" Although many of the young entrepreneurs had already slowly developed a small dislike for Dwayne, they all inwardly nodded in agreement. The internship position that Mr. Stratham was currently offering was completely useless to someone like Natalie. "Uhm. I think you must have misunderstood. I am not here to fight for the internship position with y

Placing the golf ball atop a tee stick, Mr. Stratham stepped a couple inches back. With all ten fingers wrapped around the handle of the golf stick, he lifted it above his shoulder. Entering the right stance, he proceeded to wordlessly bring it down. Wallop! Flying out from the tee stick, the golf ball moved like a literal shooting star. It blitzed past the fairway. Then the green area. Past the flag. Yet, it's momentum didn't appear to have declined in the slightest. "Do you know where that ball landed?" only after the golf ball disappeared into the distant horizon, did Mr. Stratham finally said a word. Taking in the puzzled expressions around him, he nodded his head. "I precisely sent it towards Maple Demon Groove." Calmly returning back inside the gazebo, Mr. Stratham further added. "I will give the internship spot to the person who can return that ball back to me." "W--What??" the expressions of the entrepreneurs collectively sank. Although Mr. Stratham's proposition soun