The Trolian frontline encountered a significant crisis, as the Iron Armor Fortress that served as the core of the defensive circle was breached, severing dozens of nearby human strongholds and transit routes.
The General Military Departnt had already categorized it as an ongoing major battle.
The covert branch would act as a battle group and participate in this battle.
After discussions, Vera, the dean, and Calier, the covert leader, decided that half of the mbers from the covert base would head to the battlefield to reinforce Byron Old City and the nearby human strongholds.
The other half of the mbers would serve as reserves, rotating in as needed.
Cheers montarily echoed throughout the base.
Every student here, without exception, was eager for battle.
The rotational tasks had long since failed to satisfy them; the real battlefield was the destination they craved.
As combatants branded "strong" and mbers of the Top Class, they were severely addicted to fighting; fear and death here were re jokes. Dying on the frontline for humanity and the Holy Fire was their highest honor and lifelong pursuit.
Except for Rod, of course.
He didn’t want to die at all.
But because he did not want to die, he was more eager than anyone to join this battle.
And the ruthless instructor Soron rejected him once again.
"If you can defeat any person here, I’ll replace them with you," he said.
This was a particularly biting remark that blocked any chance for Rod to leverage social skills or face-saving strategies to secure victory.
They could lose, but they could never accept being pulled from the battlefield.
Luckily, Teresa, seeing how hard Rod had trained recently, couldn’t bear to see him excluded again and especially thought of a solution for him.
She made a special trip to persuade Soron to lower the conditions to a foreseeable level.
Setting an impossible task would undermine a person’s confidence.
That made so sense, and also, since it was a request from a beloved student, Soron agreed.
"Rod, I rember your Spiritual Power Strength is 2,000 units, right? I won’t make it too hard for you. If you increase your Spiritual Power Strength to 4,000 units, you’re in," he declared.
As soon as he finished speaking, Rod imdiately smiled.
"Instructor, once a promise is made, you can’t take it back," he said.
Soron laughed, "I never go back on my word."
Yet he thought to himself that, according to the fastest record, he would still need at least a month.
In a month, the battle would surely be over, and in that case, you can’t say I didn’t give you a chance.
"It’s a deal," Soron said.
Rod’s heart blossod with joy.
When his Spiritual Energy was 2,000 units, his Soul Strength was only 1,200.
Now, it had reached 2,430. No matter how it was calculated, his Spiritual Energy must have exceeded 4,000 units.
Sure enough, at the chanical Research Institute’s monitoring station, Mina once again perford a detailed full-body scan for Rod and handed out a report that made Soron’s jaw drop.
Test subject: Rod
Spiritual Power Level: 3
Highest Spiritual Power Strength: 4.12 thousand units
Maximum Spiritual Power Output: 760 units
Average Spiritual Pressure: 231
Estimated Total Spiritual Energy: 450-1,810 thousand units
"Very, very balanced data, no weaknesses whatsoever, no adjustnts needed," Mina praised lavishly.
"Your growth rate in Spiritual Energy is unprecedented; once your Spiritual Power Strength exceeds 6,000 units, you can co to to upgrade your Spiritual Power Level," she added.
"How is this possible?" Soron could hardly believe his eyes.
"I just went out and fought a few skirmishes with Lady Olivia, how could it change this much?"
He suddenly realized: "Teresa! You’re setting up!"
Teresa blinked her light blue eyes innocently, looking pure and adorable.
"Instructor Soron, these were your standards," she said.
Soron angrily retorted, "You train with this kid every day, you must have noticed, why didn’t you warn ? Are you two having an affair?"
Teresa said with a smile, "Teacher, you seem quite flustered."
"Flustered? ?"
Soron suddenly cald down, tucking the report back into his chest.
"I’ve never been angry, not at all. Rod is doing great, keep it up."
Just when Rod thought everything was set, he was banned from the battlefield for stepping out the door with his left foot.
Damn!
I knew it, this guy never plays fair, he never intended to let pass.
Rod was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
The "Top Class" was entirely dictated by Soron, and even Dean Vera couldn’t intervene.
Just as Rod was about to force himself to swallow his anger and think of another plan, Teresa found him again.
"Rod, I have another idea."
Teresa’s light blue eyes twinkled as she looked at him, her tiless smile always gracing her face.
"Teacher Soron has a Recording Crystal he treasures dearly and allows no one near it, yet he often watches it himself. It might contain so unspeakable secrets. I’ll lure the teacher out later, and you take the chance to check his crystal in the room. If there’s a password, try 9467; it’s his favorite number."
"The rest is up to you."
Rod suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Could he be a Doomsday believer?
What if he discovers that we know his secret and decides to silence Teresa and in a fit of rage?
Rod checked the items he now possessed; one hundred Wood Puppets were already made, and the Resurrection Stone was also effective. Moreover, within this secluded base, a hundred tree n could certainly stall for a long ti.
As long as the commotion was noticed, he definitely couldn’t escape.
It should be fine.
"Okay," Rod agreed, "Just be very careful yourself, and if Teacher Soron shows any malicious intent, make sure you take care of yourself first. I’ll co to rescue you."
Teresa smiled and reached out to pat his head, but Rod stopped her, so she patted his chest instead.
"Rod, no matter when, I will always be waiting for you to rescue ."
Though Rod felt uneasy, the thought of the power of a hundred tree n reassured him, and he followed Teresa to the lowest layer of the base.
He hid at a distance, watching Teresa knock on Soron’s door.
Soon, fully ard and preparing for the expedition, Soron ca out and the two talked for a mont before walking further away.
At one point, Soron wanted to go back to close the door, but Teresa kept him delayed.
He shook his head, seemingly helpless against his treasured pupil, and went along with her wishes.
The mont their figures were out of sight, Rod leaped up and sprinted into Soron’s room.
It was a very simple room, furnished with armors and weapons, with just a bed and a wardrobe.
Rod quickly found a box in the wardrobe.
After entering the password as Teresa said, the box clicked open, revealing the Recording Crystal lying inside.
Picking up the crystal, its worn edges clearly showed it had been used many tis.
Rod took a deep breath and input Spiritual Energy.
Soon, the scene within the crystal unfolded before him.
It was a space enveloped in mist, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.
The cara’s view moved downward, and soon a beautiful sight appeared before Rod’s eyes.
It was a stunning woman showering under hot water, with long deep blue hair, profoundly distinct facial features providing a sculpted beauty. She was very tall, at least six feet, her body perfectly proportioned and muscular, her arms slender yet hinting at steel-like muscles, her thighs full and long exuding explosive power, her abdon white and flat with visible muscle lines, and her chest luscious yet resilient.
The woman closed her eyes enjoying the caress of the hot water, clearly oblivious to being fild.
About a minute later, she turned off the water, walked out of the shower with her eyes closed, and sequentially dressed in her underwear, armor, and equipped her long sword.
A dashing knight appeared before him as she opened her eyes, seemingly emitting a pure radiance, with a flash of blue ripple passing over her armor.
At that mont, Rod saw a line of text on the right side of her armor shining like moonlight.
Pure Radiance, Moonlight Knight Olivia.
"Hm?"
A murmur ca, and the scene abruptly cut off.
Rod exited from the Recording Crystal, hearing a thud at the door.
Looking up, he found himself directly facing Soron’s gaze.
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