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15. Time for judgment!
As the first round of entrance exams commenced within the small huts at the coliseum's center, the participants' inner experiences were projected onto massive, hovering screens. High above the stage, these displays allowed the roaring spectators to cheer for their favorites in real-time.Azra sat in the stands with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in gray shorts and a matching crop top that left her navel exposed. She signaled to a vendor who had emerged from a "standalone door", one of those magical thresholds that stood without a building, pushing a trolley of soft drinks."Hey... can I get one, please?" she muttered, fishing a bill from her bustier.The currency looked remarkably like Earth's US dollars, except the text across the top read: Death Notes.Accepting the cash, the vendor handed her a drink and continued on his way, hawking his wares to the rest of the crowd.Instructor Stein, seated in the VIP se
14. First Round
The Principal strode onto the colossal arena floor as tens of thousands of spectators leaned forward in anticipation. The coliseum roared with noise—shouts, laughter, wagers being made in hushed tones and reckless voices alike. She stopped at the very center. Then slowly crouched. Her palm pressed against the stone, and the ground answered to her power. A deep tremor rippled across the arena. Cracks spiderwebbed outward, and before the roaring crowd's eyes, small hut-like structures began clawing their way out of the earth itself—wooden frames raised on crude poles, walls woven from dried grass and bark. One after another, they rose until an entire ring of primitive rooms stood in the middle of the coliseum. The crowd exploded. Another group of instructors followed, each carrying a gray clay pot sealed with a lid. One pot was placed inside every hut. When the last was set down, they exited the stage in silence, principal Chloe taking the VIP seats to watch the mat
13. Entrance exams
"I suggest you refrain from any further scoundrelous behavior if you don't wish to find yourself on my bad side, young man," Principal Chloe muttered as she returned to her seat behind the desk, leaving Hazrad sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain. She slid open a drawer with practiced calm, retrieved a pair of eyeglasses lined with soft pink, and slipped them on. Hazrad's groans abruptly stopped. His eyes lit up. "Damn… even hotter in glasses." She gave him a death stare. He clamped his mouth shut instantly. Chloe folded her hands beneath her chin and leaned forward, her posture composed but predatory, eyes drilling into him. "You already know this, but I'll say it plainly. Unlike the other students, you do not have the luxury of wandering this academy carefree." Hazrad pushed himself upright with a grunt, rolled his shoulders, adjusted his crooked blazer, and flicked invisible dust from his sleeve. "Yeah, yeah. Spare me the lecture and get to the point, my lady."
12. A successor
A chubby man in a dark cloak, pointy shoes, and brightly colored socks that looked like they belonged to a circus – bowed on one knee outside a curtained room. From within came muffled sounds and different female moans that suggested the occupant was otherwise occupied, enjoying themselves in a threesome. "Master... I've come to report!" he muttered, his voice trembling. He knew better than to disturb his master mid-indulgence. The man behind the curtain didn't respond. Instead, his thrusts on the women he was fucking became harder, louder and more rough. The women's screams intensified, moaning on the top of their voices. Their sensual moans made the clown uncomfortable as it triggered his own sexual desires. But he knew better than to indulge such thoughts. His master's companions were strictly off-limits. Desperate to quell the rising boner in his pants, he forced himself to picture how his grandmother would look when naked. The mental image worked and almost instantly
11. Fan of bullying
As expected of a nobles' academy, students from all imaginable rich background flooded the entrance. Chariots glided across the paved courtyard, some drawn by unicorns, some by elegant stallions, and others by mystic beasts Hazrad had never even read about. The students climbing down from these lavish rides wore smug little smiles, basking in admiration from other nobles. There were no grand gates for entering the academy or any kind of dramatic archway, only a shimmering barrier and a small checkpoint room where each student was searched, identified, and confirmed before being permitted through. Such tight security… Hazrad muttered inwardly. He stepped off their chariot, still wide-eyed at everything around him, when the gasps from nearby students made him look up. His breath hitched that he nearly choked on his own saliva. Descending from the sky was a reindeer-drawn sleigh straight out of a holiday movie. Santa-style, complete with a trail of twinkling gold particles curl
10. Umbra City
The chariot glided down the mountain path with surprising grace, its wheels humming against the stone path.Hazrad leaned forward, eyes roaming eagerly across the landscape as if he were trying to memorize every inch of it.They crossed an arched bridge, and beneath it stretched an endless river, its surface shimmering in shifting colors like a rippling rainbow."What's this river, lady?" Hazrad asked, craning his neck.Azra inhaled deeply, ready to scold him for "lady" again, but the question tugged out her wiser, older-sister mode. She folded her arms, eyelids narrowing in a dramatic sage-like fashion."This is the River of Woes. Though this is only a stream of the main body.""River of Woes?" Hazrad echoed, leaning so close he nearly toppled out. "Why's it called that? I didn't read anything about it in the book!""That's because we only had one history book at home, dummy." She rolled her eyes. "Stop pestering me. You'll learn all of this at the academy."Hazrad clasped his hands
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