All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: The Training Montage from Hell
Old Campus. The Basement."Forget everything you know about magic."Lin Jin paced in front of the thirty students of Class F. They looked exhausted, terrified, and confused."The Academy teaches you to be elegant," Lin Jin kicked a desk over. "They teach you to chant spells and wave wands. That works fine if you have mana. You don't.""You are defective," Lin Jin stated bluntly. "So we aren't going to fight fair. We are going to fight dirty."The Method.He stopped in front of a girl in the front row. Elara. She was shaking. Her skin was red and blistering, and smoke constantly rose from her hair. She wore thick, wet heavy clothes to dampen the heat.[Analysis: Pyromania Curse.] [Effect: Uncontrollable body heat. Self-immolation risk.]"You," Lin Jin pointed. "Why are you wearing wet blankets?""I... I burn everything I touch," Elara whispered, tears evaporating on her hot cheeks. "I'm trying to pu
Chapter 122: The Tournament Announcement
The Grand Plaza. Three days later. The Grand Plaza of the Academy was a sea of students. Thousands of mages, warriors, and espers gathered beneath floating holographic screens that spanned the sky. [THE ANNUAL ASCENSION TOURNAMENT] [Prove Your Worth. Rise in Rank.] The Dean, a woman floating on a disc of pure light, addressed the crowd. Her voice was amplified by wind magic. "Students! The time has come to re-evaluate the hierarchy. In the Tournament, only strength matters. The winners will receive Merit Points, access to the Inner Library, and the right to challenge the Elite Ten!" Cheers erupted. Fireballs were thrown in the air in celebration. "However," the Dean continued, looking down at her notes. "Due to safety regulations, Class F is excluded from participation. The mortality rate for F-Ranks is... statistically unacceptable." A groan went through the small group of Class F students huddled in the back. "I knew it," Gareth kicked the ground. "We're stuck in the basem
Chapter 123: The First Round
The Ascension Arena. Zone 4: The Jungle. The holographic terrain materialized. The pristine white tiles of the arena dissolved, replaced by a dense, humid rainforest. The crowd in the stands booed as Team Landlords walked onto the field. "Get off the stage, trash!" "Go back to the basement!" Opposite them stood Team Wild Fang. They wore furs and leather armor. Their leader, a tall beast tamer named Korg, held a glowing whip. "This is almost insulting," Korg laughed, summoning his mana. "I hoped for a warm-up, not a cleanup duty." CRACK. Korg cracked his whip. "Summoning: Spirit Wolves! Iron-Hide Bears!" Light flashed. Three massive wolves the size of ponies and two armored bears materialized. They roared, shaking the leaves of the simulated trees. "Sick 'em," Korg pointed lazily. "Try not to eat them. Expulsion is a hassle." The Clash. The beasts charged. The ground shook. Gareth stood at the front of Team Landlords. He didn't raise a shield. He didn't cast a defensive s
Chapter 124: The Second Round
The Ascension Arena. Zone 2: The Archipelago. The holographic display flickered, changing the map. The lush jungle dissolved, replaced by a vast, churning body of water dotted with small, slippery rock pillars. [Matchup: TEAM LANDLORDS (Class F) vs. TEAM TSUNAMI (Class C)] The crowd roared. This was a slaughter setup. Class F had no flight magic, no water-walking spells, and one member made of heavy rock. Team Tsunami hovered elegantly above the waves on discs of hydro-magic. Their leader, a girl with blue hair named Marina, smirked down at the Landlords, who were huddled on a single small rock island. "Look at the rats," Marina laughed, raising her staff. "Trapped on a sinking ship." "Surrender," she called out. "Or we wash the trash down the drain." Gareth looked at the deep water nervously. "Boss, I sink. Like... really fast. Rock doesn't float." "I hate water," Elara hugged herself, steam already ris
Chapter 125: The Necromancer's Ball
The Ascension Arena. Zone 3: The Graveyard. The arena changed again. The boiling water drained away, replaced by cracked earth, twisted dead trees, and ancient tombstones fogged by green mist. [Matchup: TEAM LANDLORDS (Class F) vs. TEAM GRAVEKEEPERS (Class B)] The crowd fell silent. Necromancy was a high-tier art, feared and respected. Opposite Lin Jin stood five students wearing black robes adorned with skull motifs. Their skin was pale, their eyes lined with dark makeup. "How fitting," the Gravekeeper Captain, a gaunt boy named Malakor, hissed. "The trash class gets buried in a cemetery." He raised a staff made of spinal cords. "Rise, my servants! Show them the terror of the grave!" RUMBLE. The ground split open. Hands made of bone clawed their way out. Ten... fifty... a hundred. An army of skeletons, armed with rusted swords and rotting shields, climbed out of the dirt. Behind them, larger Zombie Ogres shambled forward, groaning. "Overwhelm them!" Malakor commanded. Th
Chapter 126: The Semi-Finals: Light vs. Shadow
The Ascension Arena. The Semifinals. The crowd was no longer booing. They were whispering. Class F—the "Trash Class"—had crushed the Beast Tamers, boiled the Elementalists, and subjugated the Necromancers. They were no longer a joke. They were a threat. [Matchup: TEAM LANDLORDS (Class F) vs. TEAM HOLY ORDER (Class A)] The arena floor transformed into a Cathedral of Light. White marble pillars rose from the ground, stained glass windows materialized in the air, casting multicolored beams of light. Opposite Lin Jin stood five students in gleaming white and gold armor. They didn't just reflect light; they generated it. Their leader, Saint Helios, floated two feet off the ground. He had golden hair, blue eyes, and a halo of pure mana rotating behind his head. "Foul creatures," Helios spoke, his voice echoing like a choir. "You have defiled this sacred tournament with your necromancy and dirty tricks." He pointed a golden sword at Lin Jin. "But darkness cannot exist in the presenc
Chapter 127: The Finals: The Apex Predator
The Ascension Arena. The Final Stage.The arena had transformed one last time.It was no longer a jungle, an ocean, or a graveyard. It was a Throne Room.Floors of polished obsidian reflected the sky. Massive pillars of gold lined the edges. In the center stood a single, elevated platform—the winner's podium.The roar of the crowd was deafening. The entire floating continent was watching. The betting pools were in chaos.[Matchup: TEAM LANDLORDS (Class F) vs. THE STUDENT COUNCIL (The Apex)]On one side stood the ragtag group of misfits: A rock-man, a human boiler, an invisible girl, a toddler with a monster bee, and a man in a trench coat who looked like he hadn't slept in a week.On the other side stood Lucas.He stood alone. He had dismissed his teammates."I don't need support," Lucas announced, his voice amplified by magic. He wore a pristine white military uniform adorned with the S-Rank crest. His eyes glowed with a golden, digital interface
Chapter 128: The Old Friend
The Headmaster’s Office. (Pocket Dimension). The chaos of the tournament was gone. Here, in the private sanctum of the Headmaster, there was only the smell of old parchment and expensive tea. Lin Jin sat on a floating velvet chair, sipping a cup of Nebula Tea. It tasted like blueberries and starlight. Zero sat on the floor, feeding expensive mana-cookies to Bumble. Opposite them, the Headmaster—Archmage Orion—sat nervously. He kept wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief embroidered with runes. "The tea is excellent," Lin Jin broke the silence. "Better than the muddy water they served in the lower realms." "It... it is harvested from the Garden of Echoes," Orion stammered. "I am honored it pleases the Sovereign." The Reunion. "Relax, Orion," Lin Jin placed the cup down. "I'm not here to burn your school. Unless the rent is late." "I saw you," Orion whispered, his eyes distant. "Three hundred years ago. I was just a nascent soul cultivator then. I watched from afar
Chapter 129: Welcome to the Boneyard
Sector 4. The Necro-World. The transition wasn't smooth. Traveling from a high-magic dimension to a death-dimension was like jumping from a hot bath into a frozen lake. The Iron Mule shook violently as it tore through the dimensional membrane. The hull groaned, weighed down by tons of stolen gold and magical artifacts. "Gravity fluctuation detected!" Gu Panyue shouted, wrestling with the yoke. "The atmosphere here is thin! And the ground is... uneven!" "Uneven?" Lin Jin held onto his throne of gold bars. "Define uneven." "It's pointy!" CRASH. The ship didn't land. It plowed. The Iron Mule slammed into the surface, skidding for half a mile. It didn't churn up dirt or sand. It churned up calcium. A tidal wave of ribs, femurs, and skulls washed over the cockpit glass as the ship finally screeched to a halt, burying its nose in a massive white mound. Silence returned to the cockpit. "Everyone alive?" Lin Jin asked, checking his hair. "Alive," Butcher Wang grunted, pulling a fem
Chapter 130: The Citadel of Silence
The Valley of Ribs. The war was over before it began. Fifty thousand skeletons stood perfectly still, forming a corridor of white bone that stretched for miles. At the center of this silent formation sat Lin Jin, lounging on a throne hastily constructed from the skulls of defeated lieutenants. Lord Rictus (the Red) and Lord Chill (the Blue) knelt before him, their heads lowered so far their foreheads touched the dust. They were shaking. Not from cold, but from Soul Resonance. "So," Lin Jin tapped his finger on the armrest. "Let me get this straight. You two have been fighting for three hundred years over a pile of femurs?" "It was a very strategic pile, my King," Lord Rictus rasped, terrified. "High calcium density." "Pathetic," Lin Jin sighed. "The System Administrator doesn't even bother watching this sector because you're all so boring." He leaned forward. "Who runs this dump? Who is the big boss?" Lord Chill raised a trembling bony finger, pointing toward the northern hori