Hearing Victor's words, everyone fell into a moment of fantasy.

They are like students, immersed in the world of this copy.

No one can influence themselves, and everyone is able to become the protagonist in the dungeon world.

They can really communicate with the illusory humans in the dungeon, and are able to experience all kinds of lives.

These are simply dreams for everyone.

"What freedom is, that's what I'm going to tell you next."

At this point, Victor snapped his fingers.

The world around them changed again, bringing everyone back into a whole new world.

A street is framed out of the space, but a new student steps into the shop on the side of the street.

Judging from the family crest and clothes on his body, he is the son of a noble family.

"That's ..... Young master of the Strauss family. ”

One of them saw the child's identity and spoke softly.

A parent of the Strauss family watched with joy the performance of his child,

But after a long time, his expectations were dashed, and his children made his face disappear.

There was a crackling sound in the shop, and then the haughty boy was thrown out of the shop while shouting whining words.

When the adults of the Strauss family saw that their children were thrown out, their old faces immediately turned red, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they secretly thought in their hearts:

'It's bad, I'm usually spoiled by this kid, but don't do anything embarrassing at this time! ’

Now all the parents are watching, which is equivalent to a public execution.

But what should come will come.

The boy struggled to get up on his stomach, and spoke incoherently, muttering as if he was eating something.

"You guy, you dare to eat the overlord meal!"

The two sub-clerks threw the richly dressed young master on the street and said disdainfully.

Childe swallowed the meat steak in his mouth, wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, stood up and patted the dust on his body, and shouted to the store with grinned teeth:

"What's wrong with eating your overlord meal, it's not that I don't give money!"

"I've said it all, when I go home, you can have as much money as you want!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his mouth was constantly squirting flesh foam out because he was too excited.

"Besides, you subhumans, what qualifications do you have to take my money!"

The clerks looked at him with disdain, then turned around and entered the store, slammed the door, and hung up the closing sign.

Where did the noble man still have a reserved appearance, completely ignoring the passers-by, and continued to export bad breath to the shopkeeper.

But he didn't know that his father was by his side, and his old face was flushed.

"Everybody's smiling."

The young master ate a closed door, and began to punch and kick towards the store.

An old woman approached him slowly, and said to him with a smile on her face:

"Kid, can you help me carry this bag of flour home?"

"I'll pay you accordingly."

Other onlookers were immediately interested.

They almost understood.

This seems to be the kind of commissioned event that Her Royal Highness encountered before, to guide the students to act in this fantasy world, so as not to let them wander aimlessly.

The old woman looked at the young master of the Triss family with a charitable smile on her face, and her eyes were full of expectations.

"I'm too old, I can't hold such a big thing."

It stands to reason that something like this is tantamount to a gesture for a young and strong young man.

But after all, the young master of the Tris family's previous bad attitude was fully visible to them.

So, the audience is looking forward to it as well.

In the face of such a commissioned event, what will he choose to do?

Sure enough, the young master did not disappoint them.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old woman with disdain.

"You? You asked me to move things for you? ”

"Do you want to see who I am? How can there be any reason for nobles to help commoners!? ”

He looked at the embarrassed old woman with a proud face, then snorted, shook his hand, and left.

Seeing this scene, the adults all burst out laughing.

The head of the Tris family was even more red, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and get into it quickly:

"I've got to teach this stinky boy a good lesson when I go home!"

Dean Rachel watched the whole thing.

The frown that had been furrowed before was also stretched out at this time.

He realized.

In this dungeon world, he was able to see the true character of a person in complete freedom.

Although morality is not the basis for becoming a mage.

But in the Council of Mages, morality is the most necessary criterion.

After all, the mage's power is too strong, and if he doesn't have enough character to ensure that he controls this power.

Then, it is very likely that like the dark archmage, he lost his true heart and was finally sealed in the capital of mages, Endymion.

The real function of morality is to enable the mage to gain great power, but not to lose his heart because of it.

Don't look at Victor, he's an exception.

The significance of the 'copy' is so great that its contribution is not even less than that of the invention of the magic light.

Relying on the invention of the copy is more than enough to support Victor to gain a foothold in the Mage Council.

Even if you don't look at his strength, just such a magical invention can give him a place in the Mage Council.

At this time, the young master of the Tris family was still wandering aimlessly.

As if in anticipation, Victor continued:

"In this world, you are truly free, and you can do whatever you want."

"You can lift other people's skirts at will."

Young Master Triss walked along the road, looking at the young girl who passed by him with a lewd expression.

Then he smiled and lifted the woman's skirt on the side of the road.

This time, there was an exclamation.

"You can even rob it."

Master Tris broke into a grocery store, took out all kinds of fruit snacks and hugged them into his arms, and ran away with a cigarette.

The elf boss looked at the stranger who was far away, and could only angrily carry a delicate voice and warn from afar:

"You kid! Don't let me see you next time! ”

Victor's voice hadn't stopped.

"You can even sit on a park bench and look at the sky boredly and start fantasizing."

"That's right, here, the benches are for sitting."

The Tris family sat on a park bench and swallowed the food they had stolen, lying on the bench, with their legs crossed and staring at the sky in a daze.

"What the hell is this place?"

Not far away, his father was looking at him angrily with a black line.

The prophecies of all things were correct.

At this moment, Victor waved his hand slightly, and the street gradually blurred, and everything around him became dreamlike.

The space shattered one by one, and then floated around it, forming countless images.

In this picture, there are countless freshmen who participated in the assessment.

They were able to see the activities of every freshman.

Some people may be urinating in the garden, and some people may be helping others catch dogs and chickens.

One student was stopped by a woman with tears streaming down her face.

The grieving woman told him that her child had been snatched by the bad guys and asked him to help save her own.

But the freshman only pushed his glasses, pulled a deck of playing cards out of his pocket, and suggested to the woman with ease.

"Do you want to play a hand?"

The woman was momentarily stunned, her tears stopped, and then she responded with a warm thumbs up:

"Good! I'm the best poker player in town! ”

The two sat directly on the floor and began to play cards face to face.

“……”

It's also too liberating.

Everything here is as if it is divided into different worlds one after another, and everyone is in this space.

It's as if everyone is in a different world.

Many parents and media reporters began to envy these new students, who were able to play in this new and strange world of dungeons.

That's right, for those of them who are adults, it's all about fun.

Real life is tiring enough, and it would be interesting to have a world of complete freedom for them to spend their time.

Victor snapped his fingers again, drawing everyone else in:

"The freshmen's assessments will keep them going, and now it's time for us to experience something else."

The surrounding landscape changed again, and the entire town began to crumble in an instant.

Subsequently, the rubble was wonderfully reaggregated from the air.

A huge and terrifying gladiatorial arena suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

At some point, they sat in the audience of the Colosseum and looked at the arena below.

Even they don't know when they became spectators.

Victor stood in the center, looking at the crumbling flags fluttering around him and the scorching sand that kept rolling up, but he seemed to be out of the way.

With his hands in his pockets, his expression calm.

Countless people had doubts in their hearts.

What does Victor want to do?

At this moment, the sky was obscured by thick dark clouds, and electric light flashed rapidly among the clouds.

A fierce wind swirled violently in the center of the arena, blowing blazing sand and biting heat.

A dull roar reached everyone's ears from the dark clouds, and the fierce air currents and powerful majesty brought tremendous pressure to everyone present.

The giant blue body passed through the crackling flashing thunder, and the blue was constantly lit up from between the hazy clouds, like shooting stars across the sky.

The huge dragon horns were the first to burst out of the clouds, and thunder and lightning continued to reverberate on them, even spreading towards the surrounding air.

Sparks of electric light flew everywhere, as if the whole air was resonating with it.

At this point, the Storm Dragon appeared completely above the Colosseum, shocking the audience.

Rachel's eyes widened in astonishment, and his face was full of disbelief as he looked at the uproar above his head.

Isn't that the Storm Dragon King who died at the hands of Victor! How did it happen here?

The eyes of everyone at the scene also widened, and they looked at Victor standing in the center of the gladiatorial arena with shocked faces.

Victor's black trench coat danced wildly in the wind, like a ghost dancing in the night.

Several dazzling formations suddenly lit up around his body, and complex runes flickered around the formation, and the intricate lines were connected to each other between the formations.

Untouched, but already felt the chilling magic.

The formation stretched outward like the wind, and then it was completely pierced by a ray of light, connecting with Victor's body.

"Now," Viktor's voice echoed throughout the arena.

"The show begins."