Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 186 Treatment
“Don’t worry, Yarrow,” the metal sphere spun half a circle, revealing Bosco’s weathered face, “don’t you wonder why the academy’s instructors haven’t arrived yet?”

Academic advisor?

Yaro was slightly taken aback.

Yes, after 'Star River Surge' struck the spatial point, the spatial blockade here should have been broken. But I was trapped in the magic circle for so long afterward, and I chatted with Alice for so long.

The speed of spatial jumps is extremely fast, so why haven't the academy's instructors arrived yet?

Bosco explained, "This place has already been pulled into Lord Tedes's space; let Lord Tedes handle the rest."

The clown in the suit smiled slightly: "Of course, this is the reward that the victor deserves."

The clown in the suit lightly tapped below, and Yaro's body inexplicably floated away.

Dust flew, the earth shook, and stone pillars shot into the sky.

In just a moment, the world changed color rapidly.

As these changes occurred, dark cracks appeared on the bloody altar, which then rapidly sank, and countless people and piles of corpses gradually fell into the shattered ground amidst the tremors.

Yaro's expression changed drastically.

Wouldn't doing this bury everyone alive?
"teacher……"

“Lord Tedes is treating them,” Bosco quickly reassured them. “Although they have been bled by cutting their wrists, each of them has a lot of clotting components in their blood. These apprentices are being controlled to cut their wrists. When the blood loss reaches a certain level, the body’s self-protection system will be activated, and they will automatically fall into a coma.”

The clown in the suit chimed in, "I can't guarantee they'll all survive. How many I can save depends on their individual constitution and the duration of their blood loss."

"Save as many as you can." Yaro breathed a sigh of relief. He was helpless in the face of these things anyway, and since someone was willing to lend a helping hand, he naturally wouldn't stop them.

Moreover... given Yaro's current state, he is definitely no match for a powerful figure who can change the world with a wave of his hand.

Since that's the case, we can only pretend to believe it.

After all... who knows, we might be able to steal a chicken?

……

As the stone pillars continued to emerge, the surroundings gradually transformed into the shape of an arena. The ground swelled up, forming square clods of earth. A green light swept across the clods, and large patches of blood-red sunflowers, swaying and nodding, quickly grew on them.

The metal sphere gradually expanded, transforming into the weathered phantom of Wizard Bosco. He looked down at the ground and explained with complex emotions, "They were buried in the soil to absorb the alluring spiritual power contained within their bodies. Now, these blood-light flowers are supplying oxygen and nutrients to the brains of the blood-deficient trainees."

Yaro also knew that the human brain is the most vulnerable part of the brain. If brain cells are completely deprived of blood and oxygen for 4-6 minutes, the brain tissue in the deprived area will lose its control function. Moreover, this damage is irreversible. If the brain is completely deprived of blood and oxygen for 10-15 minutes, brain cells will die on a large scale, which may even lead to death.

Since 'Bosco' spoke so seriously, it might mean that they are indeed treating the trainees.

Soon, the surrounding soil shattered piece by piece, and hands emerged from the cracks. Students crawled out of the cracks, looking bewildered. The whole scene was as chaotic as a procession of ghosts.

"Where am I? Wasn't I registering in the Misty Otherworld?"

"How did I end up buried in the ground? Could it be... that I'm dead?"

"I don't want to die! I just successfully confessed my feelings to the lovely Bella!"

"Wow... I'm even worse off. I've never even held a girl's hand. I don't want to die!"

"Waaah... I've never held hands with a boy before... How about... we hold hands for a bit..."

"...Slurp...Girls' hands are so soft..."

"Um...you drooled on my hand..."

"It's okay...sniff...smells good!" "Wow...waaaah...Mommy...boys are so scary!"

……

At this moment, the crowd of kids below was making a ruckus, making it look more like a large-scale comedy scene.

A smile unconsciously crept onto Yaro's lips, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

It's true...it's true, they really survived!

This is really great!

Yaro swayed and collapsed wearily into the air, gazing longingly down below, laughing like a fool.

"Hahaha! That's great! That's really great!"

The constant fighting, the constant pain, the constant endurance... all of this has paid off!
Bosco was also infected by Yaro's laughter, his face softened a lot, and he looked at Yaro with pity: "Do you believe me now?"

Yaro grinned foolishly at Bosco, feigning confusion as he asked, "What do you believe?"

"You..." Bosco shook his head with a wry smile, but didn't bother to expose him.

Noticing the growing chaos below, Bosco raised an eyebrow, his illusory figure quickly solidified, and then he floated away, authoritatively commanding, "Quiet!"

The enormous sound echoed continuously in the towering arena that had just appeared, bringing the bewildered trainees back to their senses.

Among these people, besides a large number of new trainees, there were also quite a few veteran apprentices, who immediately recognized the newcomer: "It's Lord Bosco!"

"Who is Lord Bosco?" The new student asked, puzzled, but then fell silent.

Bosco glanced down and noticed that there were quite a few people wearing guard armor, so he ordered, "All guards assemble."

"understand!"

Bosco commanded the enforcement team, and the guards were subordinate to the enforcement team. Naturally, the guards would obey his orders.

Once the guards had assembled, Bosco began to arrange various matters, gradually organizing the scattered crowd and ensuring that other unrelated personnel withdrew in an orderly manner.

The guards were adept at arranging the evacuation of personnel, and order was gradually restored in the huge arena.

At that moment, Yaro, who had been looking down, finally saw a familiar, slightly chubby figure.

Keitan... Keitan is still alive!

Before Keitaen could react, Yaro deliberately turned his head away, turning his back to the crowd.

Murder is a serious crime, but killing an academy instructor is an even more serious crime!

Countless people have witnessed my arrival; there's no way I can hide it from them!

Should Bosco take the blame?

Putting aside whether it could be kept secret or not, Yaro wouldn't do such a thing!
If you dare to do it, you dare to take responsibility!
I don't want to stay in this awful place!
But... who knows what the attitude of the people sent by Jungle House to investigate this matter will be?

If it's like in some dark stories, where they come and directly destroy your soul and harvest your memories, who can you complain to?

To reminisce with Keitan now would be to harm him!
Saying less won't kill you, so why hurt your friend?
Yaro silently polished the brand-new Fiery Greatsword.

Behind him... a wave of jubilation erupted.

(End of this chapter)