SSS Ranked Taboo Student-Chapter 257: Champion

In the lobby, before the big screens and complicated-looking computers below, the Elites could be seen exchanging excited hugs while the other schools either joined in celebrating their own or gazed with dissatisfaction.

This was because the total kill points of every school had been ranked.

(Ranked 1st→ Elites→ 25 Kill points.)

(Ranked 2nd→ Sovereigns→ 20 kill points.)

(Ranked 3rd→ Sentinels→ 18 Kill points.)

(Ranked 4th→ Royals→ 17 Kill points.)

(Ranked 5th→ Paragons→ 15 Kill points.)

Elite Metropolitan came first even though they weren’t the best. They were literally up against legendary SSS like Elites, to think of it. John, Ash, Kieran, and the girls all knew this. Which is why the look in their eyes when they gazed at Max had transformed to respect, gratitude, and amazement.

"Without you, there would be no winning." Suddenly Kieran walked up to Max and said, stretching his palm out for reconciliation.

Seeing the arrogant youth put down his pride, Max couldn’t help smiling as he received the handshake.

With no distinct policy of friend or foe, Ash switched to a much more jovial personality and patted Max on his shoulders.

The rest of the guys settled for a firm handshake.

Following Zara’s lead, the two other girls hugged him.

The Instructor meanwhile didn’t hold back his smirk or smiles. His casual wink at the other instructors earned their displeasure but, unfortunately, a win is a win.

After Max’s display of true camping skill, Sovereigns, Sentinels, and Royals lost through a bazooka standoff.

Right, Jason managed to survive but their big commotion awakened an Anaconda that swallowed him.

Jason’s face was as ugly as it could get while staring at the scoreboard.

Max solely killed 8 people compared to him who had 5.

"Hehehe—we are done here. Let’s go announce our victory."

Under the instructor’s lead, they were asked to write about their VR experiences and what it lacked before making their way to the jet.

Back in the Elite base, an emergency alarm was blaring. The Provost’s charming voice resounded past every hallway, dorm, and classroom, announcing that they should all gather at the Central Atrium.

The whole school erupted in chaos.

Speculation spread across the Atrium as the Elites wondered about the reason for such an urgent gathering.

Not long after, the Provost made her appearance. Quenching the chaos with her presence—though it was more like her curvy, thick figure packed in a black short gown and a red cape swirling behind her did the job.

At the sight of her blessed front packed firmly with an ample view of her cleavage, the males swallowed their saliva, while the girls felt admiration and jealousy.

Since becoming an Elite, the majority of Elites had only seen the Provost once.

Sweeping the silent, attentive Elites with her gaze, the Provost felt content and smiled.

"I know you must be wondering why I have ushered this emergency gathering!"

Her voice echoed through the Atrium.

"You might not know, but a worldwide tournament involving all Combat departments from all project schools has just been concluded."

Seeing her words send a wave of shock through the gathering, the Provost signaled a silent gesture with one hand before continuing.

"Sovereigns, Paragons, Royals, Sentinels—whatever project school you might think of were all present. I will also not fail to mention that they brought in their aces."

Realization dawned on the Elites about the grandness of the tournament.

This time the Provost didn’t silence them, letting the Elites whisper and turning the Atrium chaotic.

"Are you kidding me? The likes of SSS Ranked Students? What sort of tournament is that?"

"Aish. I know our SS champions might be good, but facing off against the pinnacle of their dreams?"

"Damn it. The Provost must have called us here to talk about the result."

Doubts and thrilled speculations flew about for the next 2 minutes before the Provost signaled for silence.

"I know, right? Faced against such odds, our chances of winning are almost nonexistent."

"However..."

The wall behind the Provost suddenly illuminated as a ranking was projected on it.

(Ranked 1st→ Elites→ 25 Kill points.)

(Ranked 2nd→ Sovereigns→ 20 kill points.)

(Ranked 3rd→ Sentinels→ 18 Kill points.)

(Ranked 4th→ Royals...)

"Holy sh*t!" The crowd burst into chaos following a series of flabbergasted curses and cheers.

"This has to be a dream!"

"Those pieces of shit Sovereigns are in for it."

"We won!"

The jubilation ensued for 5 minutes before the Elites decided to calm on their own. All eyes settled on the Provost.

"Well... First of all, this wouldn’t have been possible without Max Rider. He’s our MVP. We have John who performed outstandingly too, and Zara, courageous Kieran, and the rest of the SS combat students. They’ll arrive soon so I want us to give them a big welcome.

In the mood of this achievement, I would also like to declare tomorrow as a free day. A party will be held tomorrow night."

The Elites erupted into cheers.

Tired from the flight with aching bodies as they descended from the bus and made their way to the classroom exit.

"Welcome back!"

John, Briar, and Sasha almost passed out from the chorus shout. Dazed as to what might be the cause, they realized that the whole school had gathered in the hallway waiting for them.

"Welcome back, Champions!"

"You made us proud!"

’Huh? What the fuck is going on—’

Before Max could raise his voice, the Elites began chanting his name.

"Max! Max! Max!.."

Before he knew it, he was already being lifted and paraded around the school alongside John and Kieran.

When the chants finally ended, Max was just about to head to the dorm when a familiar figure approached him.

It was Sloane.

Dressed modestly corporate, she greeted him like a mistress to her master.

"The Provost wants to see you."

’The Provost, huh? I wonder what this might be all about?’

Nodding in response, Max tagged behind.

Inside the elevator, he wasn’t modest in the slightest and caressed her ass by raising up her skirt.

Unfortunately, the matter with the Provost seemed urgent and he couldn’t have his way with her.

When they got to the Provost’s office, though, Max couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"Are you kidding me?"