Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 124: Fights Between Two Women

"This... this is an Epic Grade Beast Egg!" he shouted, his voice going up several octaves in disbelief. "According to the scan, at its maximum potential growth, the creature inside could evolve all the way to Peak Luminous Realm!"

Complete. Utter. Silence.

For several long seconds, nobody in the entire stadium made a single sound. The announcement was so shocking that it literally rendered thousands of people speechless simultaneously.

Then the silence shattered as everyone started talking at once, their voices blending into an incomprehensible roar of sound.

The principal himself began trembling visibly, his elderly hands shaking as he gripped the armrests of his chair. The other faculty members sitting at the high table were completely stunned, frozen in their seats with expressions of absolute disbelief.

Students throughout the stadium stood with their mouths literally hanging open, gaping at Vogue like he had just grown a second head.

The university envoys who had been sitting calmly in their reserved section all shot to their feet simultaneously, their professional composure completely abandoned. Even they, representatives of institutions that educated the continent’s elite, had rarely seen treasures of this caliber!

A Peak Luminous Realm beast companion was something that even established Stellar Knight families would fight wars over. The strategic value of such a creature was almost incalculable.

Vogue calmly took back the now-empty backpack from the still-shaking teacher and then walked back to his previous position in the crowd, moving under the intense stares of literally every single person present in the stadium.

Eyes tracked his every movement. Some stares showed pure greed. Others showed awe and respect. Many showed a mixture of fear and calculation as people began reassessing everything they thought they knew about him.

The ceremony continued, but it was purely perfunctory at this point. No other student who came after Vogue could possibly match his contributions, and everyone knew it. The remaining presentations felt almost insulting in their mediocrity by comparison—small herbs, basic technique manuals, common training equipment.

It was hugely unlikely that anyone would ever be able to match Vogue’s gifts in the entire history of the academy going forward. This would become a legendary moment told to future students for generations.

As Vogue stood there waiting for the ceremony to conclude, he felt several particular stares locked onto him with focused intensity. These weren’t the casual curious glances of students—these were the predatory gazes of people actively calculating how to steal what he possessed.

His lips curled upward into a small, knowing smile.

Everything he had deliberately brought out and displayed publicly would only interest those at the Stellar Knight realm. Anyone more powerful than that—Upper Moon Knights, Full Moon Knights, or higher—would consider these items beneath their notice and not worth the political complications of attacking an academy student.

Therefore, the people who would come after him would all be within a strength range he could handle, especially with his Ultimate Evolution advantages.

Vogue was genuinely looking forward to the attacks he would inevitably face in the near future. He needed significantly more Pain Points to continue upgrading his system and purchasing new abilities. And he had just advertised himself as a target-rich environment to anyone greedy and stupid enough to try their luck.

The ceremony finally ended after what felt like hours. The principal gave some closing remarks that nobody really paid attention to, still distracted by what they had witnessed. Then everyone was officially dismissed to return to their homes and families.

Vogue had just started walking toward the stadium exit when a familiar feminine voice called out behind him.

"Vogue!"

He turned to see a young woman with vibrant purple hair flashing toward him at enhanced speed, covering the distance in just a few quick steps. She skidded to a stop right in front of him, grinning widely.

"Hahaha! You completely shocked everyone with those gifts!" she laughed with genuine delight. "Even I was stunned, and I know you better than most people! I didn’t expect you to be so incredibly lucky in that trial!"

The speaker was Greta Valeria, his childhood best friend and one of the few people who had never treated him like trash even when his talents seemed nonexistent. She immediately hooked her muscular arm around his shoulder in a casual, friendly gesture she’d done thousands of times before.

But this time, something was different. Greta was stunned when she didn’t feel Vogue recoil backward from the impact of her arm like he normally would have. Previously, she had always been much taller and stronger than him—standing a full head higher and outweighing him by a significant margin due to her lifetime of consuming premium Evolution Meals.

But now they were the same height, standing eye to eye. And when she pressed her arm down on his shoulder with her considerable strength, he didn’t budge at all.

"Eh? You’ve become much taller and way stronger!" she exclaimed with surprise and pleasure in her voice. "Your evolution must have really transformed your body! This is great!"

Then she laughed heartily and continued talking without pause. "My dad has been asking about you nonstop since the trial ended. He wants to make sure you’re okay and probably lecture you about being reckless or something. I’ll come visit your place tomorrow after I calm my parents down and reassure them I’m fine. Does that work for you?"

Vogue nodded his head somewhat helplessly at this young woman who consistently behaved more like a boisterous man than a refined lady. But her genuine concern and friendship were appreciated, especially compared to how most people had treated him.

At that exact moment, two other women suddenly arrived and positioned themselves on either side of Vogue, appearing with impeccable timing that suggested they had been waiting for an opportunity.

It was Claire Wynter, the class monitor and ice queen beauty, and Nurse Gloria, the stunning medical professional he had become intimately involved with before the trial.

Vogue’s left eye twitched involuntarily as he saw both of them arriving simultaneously. This was going to be problematic.

The two women immediately noticed each other’s presence. Their eyes met, and visible sparks of hostility seemed to fly through the air between them. Their expressions hardened into competitive glares.

On one side stood Claire—young, beautiful, athletic, with an incredibly fit body honed through constant combat training and a face that could launch a thousand ships.

On the other side stood Nurse Gloria—mature, breathtakingly gorgeous, with a fully developed womanly figure that was exceptionally well-endowed both front and back, the kind of body that made men forget how to form coherent sentences.

The two glared at each other with barely concealed jealousy burning in their eyes, each one sizing up her competition.