In the early spring morning, the sun shines through the faint clouds, obliquely illuminating the whole of St. Herte, setting off the warm atmosphere of the arena within.

The first-year students had their first one-on-one Spell Duel, and many couldn't wait to see how many of them would rank in the entire grade.

However, because there are nearly 1,000 students, in order to save time, it is destined to only arrange a knockout match that depends on luck, and only the students who squeeze into the top 100 can really get a specific ranking through the reincarnation battle.

"Sure enough, it's me."

Rogers was sitting in the audience, and after listening to Vice President Avery's opening speech, he was called out and asked to play.

The leaders of each academy will automatically enter the top 50, and other students who do not want to go through the complicated elimination process can also declare to the school, as long as they can beat five students in a row, they can also get the same treatment as the chief.

Rogers didn't want to waste his time on too many useless things, so he naturally made a declaration, and he, as the only deputy head in the grade, was naturally ranked first.

"Come on!" Rufia clenched her little fists and made a cheering gesture towards Rogess.

Alina, who was sitting next to Rogers, had an inexplicable look in her eyes, and did not make a cheering movement, but softly admonished:

"Converge a little."

Rogers shrugged his shoulders and bowed, then stepped out of the audience in front of the two of them and the students around him, and walked through the corridor into the competition arena.

The contest was presided over by a rather young mentor, who was dressed in magic robes and had meticulously combed hair, suspended in the middle of the field.

"In the name of St. Herte's mentor Aldre, I will notarize the following duel.

"I swear by my own morality and honor that I will do my best to ensure that the duel is fair and just, that the rules of the duel are observed, and that the two sides will face each other on equal terms......

According to the rules, Rutgers Breed will accept the challenge of anyone who is willing to play except the chief, and a five-game winning streak will go straight to the top 50 rankings.

"Next, please raise your right hand if you are interested in challenging the students, and I will randomly select some challengers to play."

After solemnly reciting the oath, Aldre then recounted the rules that everyone already knew.

However, when his voice fell, the noisy discussion in the audience continued, but no one raised their right hands.

Rogers straightened his monocle as he folded his hands in his sleeves and quietly glanced at the students in the audience who were distinguished by their college uniforms.

Seeing that no one answered, he took the initiative to raise his head and speak to Aldre: "There is a student from the Moloster Academy, named Ryles, who said not long ago that he would challenge me, if you really have no choice, you can order him." ”

"This ...... You can also. Hearing this, Aldre thought for a moment, and reluctantly agreed.

He thought that if the student selected by Rogus did anything to help Rogus cheat in the duel, he could also make a ruling that the duel was invalid.

Rivers, who was originally discussing Rogers with his fellow students, was stunned for a moment when he heard the roll call, and the classmates around him all began to coax, constantly urging him to come on the court quickly.

"The mentor's name is Ryles, what does it have to do with me Rivers?!"

Rivers tried his best to resist the push of the people around him, but Aldre's ears moved slightly, and his eyes fell on him at once, and his face was a little puzzled.

But if no one raised their hand, he would pick it up randomly, so as not to waste more time, he stretched out his hand, and a wave of magic enveloped Rivers and flew straight to the competition field.

"Mentor! My name is Rivers! Not Ryls! Rivers looked at Rogers' smiling expression not far away, and hurriedly corrected in a loud voice.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's get ready for a showdown." Aldre didn't bother too much about these trivial feelings, he saw that the two people on the field were about twenty meters apart, so he raised his right hand and was ready to swing it down at any time.

Seeing this, Rivers no longer defended, he hurriedly adjusted his state, mobilized his magic power, and prepared for the battle.

The cadets in the audience shouted excitedly at the same time, forming a sea of hustle and bustle, and the chaotic voices echoed throughout the gladiatorial arena with Aldre's starting order.

"In the name of St. Herthe's Mentor Aldre, hereby declare that the duel begins!"

Rogers shifted his steps, rubbing the sandy ground beneath his feet, wondering what he could do.

It's not that he doesn't know how to win, it's that there are so many ways to win, and it's becoming a little difficult to choose.

[Inform! The gods of the bottomless pit cast their gaze upon you. 】

He stared at the prompt in front of him, tilted his head slightly, and took out a demon-devouring mushroom from his sleeve pocket.

Rivers had just condensed a huge shield with flames rising on three sides around him when he saw the deep purple slender mushroom with light gold lines on the edge of the crown.

The bright light of the fire shone on his distorted face, and his body began to tremble unconsciously, as if the itch that didn't exist had hit again.

"Rutgers! You don't want to torture me with this disgusting thing again! ”

His eyes widened, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he let out a roar of infinite rage with all his might.

Rogers felt the heat from the high-speed rotation of the three flame shields, and he rubbed the magically wrapped Enchandral mushroom and strode straight towards Rivers.

"Stop! Stop it! You damn devil! ”

Rivers scolded in a hoarse rage, and Rogers didn't have the slightest fluctuation of magic power, but the approaching figure and the smile on the other party's face made him shudder and retreat.

"Pay the price for your arrogance!"

His body tensed, and he used his magic power to throw the shield at Rogus with all his might, and more and more dazzling fire burst out from the shield, turning into a thick orange-red light, and flew forward rapidly.

Bang –

There was a violent crash, and the shield disintegrated into countless sparks like a ribbon wrapped around Rogers' body, like a Möbius ring.

"Can't get the mana back? Wrong! What kind of magic is this? It was never taught in class!

"It's impossible to teach spells in the Demon Plant and Enchantment class, is it an ancient magic language class? But everyone says that Professor Alana only teaches theory! ”

Rivers muttered to himself, and then he waved the two elements of fire and water with both hands, and his palms burst into a majestic water vapor, quickly heading towards Rogers' hood.

"Why did you use the spell I created against me?" Rogus kept walking, still moving at a constant pace, and a large amount of magic turned into elements that were quickly gathered into the Möbius Ring.

At the moment, he was testing how much magical power the hastily constructed Möbius Ring could carry.

At the same time, he also looked at the third flame shield that had been re-condensed, which should have been the result of what Rivers had learned in the plastic energy class.

It's a pity that his spiritual power has the blessing of a bottomless pit, even if he doesn't use the [Enlightenment Bonus] to speed up his thinking, he can easily perceive and detect many weaknesses in it.

"After all, the learning time is too short, and it is a pity to throw the shield that was finally shaped with a lot of magic power. Even if you want to throw it, you don't need to throw a shield. ”

Rogers commented with regret that as soon as his words fell, an arrow forged by flames rushed at a rapid speed, but not surprisingly, it also turned into the nourishment of the Möbius ring.

The noise in the audience gradually decreased, and occasionally a few curses were heard at Rivers for being too incompetent.

However, Rivers himself had no time to care, he kept throwing out all kinds of magic streamers, and his footsteps continued to retreat without stopping, until he retreated to the side wall of the competition field.

"Don't come here!"

Rivers had a look of extreme fear on his face, fine beads of sweat on his forehead that kept dripping down, his lips trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth in an attempt to control his emotions.

With a click, like a bubble bursting, the shield that surrounded Rivers shattered one by one, flowing into Rogers's body.

"I hope you'll enjoy the show." Rogers aimed the Demon Eater Mushroom at Rivers, who was slumped on the ground, and the mana membrane on his head slowly dissipated.

He said this mainly to the gods of the bottomless pit, and since they have all come to see it, I must express it somewhat.

The scars of the past, the irresistible pain, and the repeated torments are not a formal sacrifice, but they can also correspond to the preferences of many gods in the bottomless pit.

Puff –

A thick stream of spore powder erupted from the mushroom head, scattered evenly over Rivers with the breeze blowing up from Rogers, and much burrowed into his cuffs and collar.

"You don't want me to make a fool of myself in front of my classmates! I won't let you get it!

"I've been working on this disgusting stuff last semester, and my magic isn't the time for freshman competition! And as long as there is enough pain to suppress it! ”

Rivers wanted to surrender directly, but he suddenly didn't want to run away anymore, and he wanted to face the shadows of the past, so he shouted loudly and angrily, and at the same time condensed the magic power in his hand, and slashed his chest with his hand knife.

"Pain and itching are two different reactions, but the pain does divert attention and relieve it for a while.

"I bought this for 800 credits, you have to enjoy it."

Rogers put away the Demon Devouring Mushroom, wrapped in magic power in his palm, and floated above Rivers's head, he used the characteristics of the [Enlightenment Bonus] to help the other party accelerate his thinking, and at the same time used the [Richest Bonus] to amplify the other party's emotional feelings.

"You can't torture me! You'll never appear in my dreams again! I resisted! Hahaha! I resisted! ”

Rivers endured the sharp pain in his chest and laughed maniacally, but in the next second, he felt as if time had been slowed down, allowing him to slowly feel the intense itching that pulsed in every part of his body.

"Nope! No! No! ”

With great perseverance, he suppressed the desire to scratch, and once again raised his blood-stained palm and slashed it at his chest.

Pain can be a distraction, but one or two places are simply not enough, more than that! More pain!

Just let the pain cover your whole body! Rutgers won't be able to accomplish his goal!

Rivers' eyes were densely bloodshot due to the emotional catalysis of the [Richmond Bonus], and after he made various blood marks on his chest, then on his collarbone, abdomen, arms, back, and legs......

The uniform of Moloster Academy was torn apart by him, and there were more and more wounds on his body, but he seemed to find an inexplicable pleasure and a sense of accomplishment from this pain, which made him laugh and accelerate the damage to himself while his face was twisted by the pain.

"Ryles-san, aren't you a little too extreme......"

After Rogers withdrew his hand with a reluctant expression, the effects of the [Enlightenment Bonus] and [Covenant Bonus] were lifted, but Rivers was still doing all kinds of self-mutilating acts on the sand, and even took the initiative to rub the wound against the wall to get more pain.

[The Painwalker has given you a continuous exclamation, saying that you have made this lost man realize the true meaning of pain!] 】

He has blessed you generously, and for the next three days, you can choose to triple the pain you inflict on others. 】

[Inform! The World Veil has been amended to the present world, and the Painwalker will not be able to regain his gaze for a short time. 】

Wait a minute! Three days later, the official ranking tournament will begin! I missed this blessing! Can't you give it later?!

Rogers looked at the prompt box in front of him, feeling quite annoyed, and couldn't stop slandering in his heart.

He scratched his head and lowered his eyes, looking at Rivers in front of him, who had turned into a bloody man, constantly rubbing against the wall and the ground, and with a lot of laughter in his mouth, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......"

He looked up at the referee Aldre, who had already turned his face away, and knew in his heart that the contestant would not stop the game unless he voluntarily surrendered or was incapacitated.

"Forget it, let me kindly send you out."

A two-pointed stone rod condensed from the sand and was held in Rogers' hand, and without hesitation, he thrust it into Rivers, who was rubbing his back against the ground, and went straight into his crotch.

"Ah!!h

A scream of grief or joy squeezed out of Rivers' throat, and the threefold pain instantly paralyzed his brain, his eyes gradually whitening and twitching on the ground.

Rogers tossed the stone rod into sand and slapped his hands a few times.

Although he didn't do anything, he still sighed in his heart that he had worked hard after completing a good thing.

"Okay, who else?"

He took a few steps back, raised his head and smiled as kindly as he could, and looked sincerely at the audience in front of him, he didn't want his classmates to have any bad misunderstandings and prejudices against him because of this incident.

In front of him happened to be the fellow Moloster Academy students with Rivers, all of whom stared at Rogers' smile in a daze.

Suddenly, a student got up and jumped back, smashed his body on the body of a classmate in the back row, and shouted heartbreakingly:

"Don't you come here!!"

(End of chapter)