The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 241

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Chapter 241

If what Lishia said was true, then the very existence of that girl, who once seemed beatable, now felt like a distant, unreachable thing.

“Hm. True, even among the professors there’s a lot of talk about junior Ashuria. Apparently, not many professors are capable of teaching her.”

“That’s… is that really possible?”

Basara spoke up with difficulty.

“The world is wide and full of strong people. That’s probably why the headmaster assigned her to Professor Leon. And I think his younger sister, Melissa, just arrived. Why don’t you ask her directly?”

As soon as those words were spoken, the door burst open and Melissa walked into the student council room with a disinterested expression.

“What’s the matter, Melissa?”

“Professor Rommel asked me to deliver some documents.”

“Hehe, thank you.”

The student council president smiled as she accepted the documents.

Melissa, still looking tired, glanced around the room.

Then she turned to leave.

“I’ll be going now. I have to finish training.”

“Senior Melissa.”

At that moment, Lishia Hevilion, who had remained silent until then, called out to her.

“Hm? You’re the granddaughter of Gallion, the head of the alchemy school, right? Lishia junior?”

“Yes, that’s right. I’ve heard about you from the president.”

“Is that so? Weren’t you one of the candidates for the next student council president? I’ll be cheering for you.”

As Melissa responded casually, Lishia cautiously continued.

“Um… I heard that your older brother is currently teaching Ashuria Abelgard…”

“Oh, that clueless junior? Yeah, that’s right.”

“Don’t you think you should stop him? I know it might sound odd to say this, but… I’m afraid your brother could end up seriously hurt.”

She explained the basis for her concern.

“I… overheard something. Apparently, a professor got seriously injured trying to teach her…”

At that, Melissa nodded.

“My brother said the same thing. She’s got talent, but doesn’t know how to control her strength.”

“Then isn’t that dangerous…?”

“For whom? My brother? Or junior Ashuria?”

Melissa’s attitude was indifferent, contrasting Lishia’s intention.

“It’s fine.”

“…Sorry?”

“My brother usually gets into way more dangerous situations than that.”

She gave a small laugh, leaving the freshmen with baffled expressions.

Meanwhile, the student council president asked with interest,

“Oh my, Melissa. Have you fought that junior before?”

“Hmm? Yeah, a few times.”

“How was she?”

“She’s got incredible talent… but it’s hard to say much when the person next to her is so ridiculously beyond comparison.”

As Melissa casually walked out of the student council room, Lishia asked the president,

“Um… President. What does she mean by that? Senior Melissa seems to be just at the beginner level of the Expert class…”

In truth, Melissa had been training in the Heavenly Demon Sword Art, utilizing a very different aura technique than traditional methods.

Because of this, the freshmen had no way of knowing that Melissa was actually a high-level Expert—one who could even go toe-to-toe with the strongest if it came down to sheer strength.

“Juniors? Maybe you should try not to overthink it.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Imperial Academy is a prestigious one. A lot of people try to join the faculty here. But as for Professor Leon—when Professor Rommel brought up his name, 90% of the other professors supported the idea. The remaining 10% only withheld for unrelated reasons.”

The three new students were left speechless in their confusion.

* * *

The planned month passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, I focused mostly on supervising the training of the failing students and correcting the issues with the problem child, Ashuria Abelgard.

As for Melissa, she could train herself just fine for now.

Truthfully, the most important matter wasn’t the progress of the failing students or even the correction of Ashuria’s behavior.

It was the existence of the rift that Saintess Nadia had mentioned.

To be blunt, it would have been better to postpone or cancel the exam.

Pushing forward out of pride could easily lead to a disaster.

That said, over the past month, Luna, Saintess Nadia, and I managed to detect clear signs that a large rift was forming at the exam site.

Naturally, we had also set up a barrier to apply pressure, no matter how the opposing side reacted.

If we’re being objective, stopping the exam would have been the correct move—but if we started delaying or canceling everything, we’d never get anything done.

More importantly, I had another reason for not canceling the exam.

Over the past month, the failing students had endured an intense training course to prepare for this exam.

Even Ashuria Abelgard, who didn’t seem to care much about the test, had diligently practiced and completed the assignments I gave her, for whatever reason.

I’d seen how much these students poured into this.

And as a professor, it’s my job to help students who worked hard to finally reap the results they deserve.

The dropouts who had just finished their training a day or two before the exam had become full-fledged combatants.

One month.

Honestly, I didn’t expect much from them.

But they fought desperately to produce results that went beyond what I had imagined.

They achieved a level of accomplishment slightly above what I had anticipated.

I quietly took in the sight of the dropouts, now exuding a beast-like bloodlust in silence.

“A month has passed. You’ve all worked hard.”

No one answered.

But an answer wasn’t necessary.

“Do you think the new cadets, your competitors, are stronger than the ones you fought?”

“No, sir!”

“Then are they more vicious than the ones you fought?”

“No, sir!!”

“Then, are they more murderous?”

“Not at all!!!”

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“Then don’t be scared.”

Just do what you’ve learned so far.

Thanks to the unexpectedly intense training, their ferocity was two to three times greater than expected.

And as they filled in the gaps in their previous shortcomings, their efforts began to bear fruit, and they began to hold their heads high.

All they had to do was take the exam without worry.

Complicated and dangerous problems were my responsibility as the professor.

“Your efforts haven’t vanished. Go out there and tear them apart like mad dogs.”

The exam began.

The placement test would be held over one night and two days in a designated forest.

The goal was to survive among the golem-like monsters infesting the forest and collect specific tokens.

During this process, cadets could fight each other or quietly collect tokens.

The method was up to them.

After the exam, scores would be determined based on the number of tokens and their performance during the test.

The professors overseeing the test deployed a large number of personnel and used artifacts to monitor the cadets in real time.

The initial goal for the dropouts was simply to avoid failing the exam.

But their efforts had been genuine, and if I reanalyzed things now, they even had a decent shot at scoring quite well.

This was also true for Ashuria Abelgard.

“You must’ve realized a few things during training.”

“Yes, Professor.”

She replied calmly, as a faint orb of lightning formed and disappeared repeatedly above her fingertip.

“Keep this in mind. Raw power isn’t always a good thing. You have other issues, but for now, learning to control your strength is the most important.”

“Yes.”

“You’re a genius. I’m sure you can manage that much by now.”

“I’ll keep it in mind, Professor.”

When I asked her to respect the roles between professor and cadet, she suddenly became so polite it was as if she were a different person.

Archmage Luteon—if he took her in as his adopted daughter, he should’ve taught her basic manners and how to live with others.

Instead, he practically raised her wild.

All her strange behavioral patterns stemmed from Luteon’s influence.

When I realized that, I could only shake my head in disbelief.

Without a word, I patted her head.

She bowed deeply and walked into the exam field.

“Leon, is she… wagging her tail at you right now?”

“Not a chance. Let’s get moving too.”

Luna and I joined up with Saintess Nadia, who had been waiting for us.

“I found a spot with some ominous signs. There’s a high chance a major rift will occur there.”

The location was on the outskirts of the forest where the test was being held.

Fortunately, it wasn’t close enough to involve the cadets.

Several magic professors were already standing by at the spot where the rift was expected to form.

“How’s the situation?”

“The instability in the mana readings is abnormal. There are clear signs a rift will appear.”

“I’ve only ever seen this in theory. It’s the first time witnessing it in reality.”

The professors all wore grim expressions as they shared their thoughts.

Before long, the rift sparked and began to subtly reveal its presence.

This rift was caused by the influence of the Red Moon’s power—its difficulty would not be trivial.

The blood-red rift grew to nearly five meters in size.

Considering the usual size of a rift, this one was truly massive.

It radiated a chilling aura, and once it had fully formed, it began to change.

“What… is this…?”

Grotesque tentacles extended from the end of the rift and writhed around.

Even at a glance, the rift didn’t look normal.

This was a rift worthy of a divine revelation.

Once it opened, there was no telling what might happen, so Luna, Nadia, and I had to come up with a fundamental solution.

Regardless of what was inside the rift, simply allowing it to open would be a serious loss.

So, we decided to disrupt the rift by inserting foreign material during the formation process—thereby preventing it from forming in the first place.

CRACK!!!

At the same time, cracks started forming across the rift.

“Oh… oh wow… the barrier is working.”

“This phenomenon has only been proven theoretically. It’s my first time seeing it in practice.”

The professors were in awe of the rift suppression magic circle and the supporting holy array.

That was understandable.

Rifts didn’t just appear randomly or frequently.

Predicting a rift was normally impossible—without a divine revelation, it would’ve been as hard to detect as an early-stage cancer.

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