He's Cheating!

Returning to the first floor via the basement stairs, Moen chatted with the other bishops for a moment before slowly walking toward him.

"Morai, there might have been an unanticipated accident at Yiertaya Academy. Go and make contact for us, and see whose performance is the strangest."

"Why me?"

Hearing this, he immediately bristled.

Who didn't know that the "interesting existence" the God of Chaos mentioned was a god?

What was the difference between dealing with an unknown god and seeking death?

No, in the presence of a god, being able to die peacefully was already a bliss one could only dream of. He would rather die than face a god.

"Listen to me, Morai!" Moen shouted, causing him to calm down instantly. "Even if that truly is a god, it has only just awakened. It isn't so terrifying that merely being near it will twist your mind."

"You should understand the purpose of your birth. If you cannot create the value you owe to the cult, you should know what your end will be!"

He stood frozen on the spot, looking at Moen's face, which was so cold it seemed like a stranger's. A wave of bitterness rose in his heart.

Clearly, it was the cult's people who caused the trouble, yet he was the one who had to clean up the mess...

Bringing his thoughts back to the present, the black-robed man had unknowingly reached the end of the tree-lined avenue. His vision suddenly opened up, and a crystal-clear stream flowed at his feet.

Across the stream was a slightly raised mound of earth. In the center stood an ancient altar made of granite, inlaid with a transparent agate carved with profound ancient runes. One could clearly see the energy it radiated, influencing this world.

The Sacred Blessing Stone.

That was the goal of his mission this time.

Even though the goal was right before his eyes, the black-robed man didn't feel any joy.

Playing petty tricks in front of a god?

If this plan actually worked, he'd eat his own boots!

...

"Blazing Fire Tornado!"

Buze roared, his blade carrying a violent wind of fire that burned the humanoid ape-demons before him to ashes.

"Young Master Buze is mighty!"

"Young Master Buze is the best!"

As Buze stylishly sheathed his sword, the large crowd behind him erupted in deafening cheers and flattery.

"Hmph, it's just a minor trick. As expected, they're just a bunch of commoners who've never seen the world." Buze held his head high, his eyes full of disdain for the group.

"Young Master Buze, we've visited all the nearby spawn points. All the surviving freshmen are here," said Qiongbi of the Trigo family.

He was very close to Buze's position, and since Buze hadn't lowered his voice, he heard those words clearly.

Buze looked down on them from the bottom of his heart. Whether it was someone from a noble family with a hereditary title like him or those truly poor freshmen who had tested into the academy from the countryside, Buze treated them all the same, collectively calling them commoners who had never seen the world.

Buze looked down on every one of them equally.

But so what?

Just as Buze had said, he hadn't abandoned anyone. He truly fulfilled the words he had spoken: "Nobles are born to protect commoners." He didn't just treat it as a slogan.

Someone in the crowd stared fixedly at the charred corpse of an ape-demon and said, "Strange. Young Master Buze killed many magical beasts along the way just now, so why didn't a single Life Star drop?"

At this time, someone who understood the mechanics of Wuxin Island explained to him, "That's because Buze already has a Life Star, so the probability of a second Life Star dropping is extremely low."

The person asked in confusion, "Does that mean if we killed these magical beasts ourselves, the probability of dropping a Life Star would increase?"

"Yes."

The person's eyes lit up. He hurried to Buze's side and said excitedly, "Young Master Buze, the next time we encounter a magical beast, could you leave it with a sliver of health for us to kill? That way, we can get Life Stars and gain experience to help you."

"No!" Buze rejected his request without hesitation.

He froze, seemingly completely caught off guard that Buze would refuse him. He had thought Buze only looked fierce but was actually easy to talk to in private.

Buze glanced at him coldly. "You have hands, feet, strength, and energy. If you want something, use your own skills to get it. I have no interest in nurturing you. What I want to protect are commoners who have no ability to resist. As for Life Stars and levels? Those are beyond my duties as a noble."

"But our levels aren't high enough," the student said somewhat aggrievedly. "We can't beat those monsters at all."

"That's none of my business. I'm only responsible for getting you through this."

Buze quickened his pace, leaving him behind.

The student stared blankly at Buze's back, at a loss.

Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder. It was Qiongbi.

"You might not know Buze very well. He loves flattery, enjoys glory, and equally looks down on everyone, but he has his own stubborn principles. If he sets his mind on something, no one can change it," Qiongbi said.

"Look on the bright side. At least Buze is... well, he's not a very smart guy. Anyone can lead him around by the nose."

Qiongbi smiled and then walked forward, keeping up with Buze's pace.

After killing that ape-demon, the group didn't take long to walk out of the forest and arrive at an open wasteland.

"We've finally reached the plains..." Qiongbi breathed a sigh of relief, but his brow soon furrowed again.

"The plains should be the most dangerous area for us. There are a huge number of wilderness wolf packs here. No matter how strong Young Master Buze is, he can't face them all. Some people will definitely be bitten by the wolves and eliminated."

He peeked at Buze and found that he was also frowning, lost in thought.

As expected, Buze also understood the difficulty of the plains.

For him personally, these wolf packs posed no danger. After all, the wilderness wolf packs were divided into many small groups; it was impossible for the entire clan to come out at once.

But wanting to lead a team of over a hundred people through the plains completely unscathed was basically impossible.

Everyone watched Buze nervously, for at this moment, he was their only savior.

Every word he spoke and every decision he made concerned the outcome of their trial.

"I will do my best," Buze merely spat out those words helplessly.

The crowd also understood his predicament, so they didn't say much, though it was inevitable that the team's morale dipped.

"Hey, what are you worried about?" Qiongbi frowned and shouted with some dissatisfaction.

"It's just a trial. Don't forget that many freshmen were eliminated right at the start. We're already lucky to have made it this far. There's clearly something wrong with this trial. Even if we're eliminated, there might be a make-up exam.

Besides, being eliminated doesn't mean actual death. Isn't it quite novel to experience the feeling of dying once? What's there to be afraid of?"

Qiongbi's words made sense. Everyone's concerns were basically just those two things.

Worried about failing the trial, and worried about being killed by magical beasts.

But Qiongbi's words helped eliminate the anxiety of these freshmen, and everyone's mood visibly improved.

A team with a more positive attitude would certainly have a higher survival rate than a negative one.

Buze exhaled sharply. "Let's go!"

He hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly froze in place.

The howling wind whipped his face, but he felt nothing, deeply shocked by the scene before him.

"What's wrong?" Qiongbi walked forward curiously and also suddenly froze.

Across the entire plains, the corpses of wilderness wolves were everywhere. They had died in horrific ways, their dark red blood staining the earth. All that remained was a dead silence.

After a long daze, Qiongbi finally regained his senses and spat out two words:

"He's cheating!"