Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"Is there a problem?"

Domi didn't seem to care much, wanting to see what this guy was up to, and didn't retaliate for the time being.

"I just wanted to get to know you."

He still wore that fake smile.

"Is that so? Then you'd better get to know him completely."

"Oh~ why do you say that?"

"Because I also want to get to know you."

After saying that, Schneider suddenly felt as if his hand was being clamped in iron clamps, and he couldn't move it.

Then, a force far exceeding his own came from Domi's hand.

Crackling!

In an instant, all the bones in his hand shattered!

"what……"

Schneider had some backbone, and only grunted.

"I've gotten to know them, but they're nothing special."

After saying that, Domi turned and left.

The students who had been chatting happily with Schnell just moments before were now at a loss for what to do. They all stood there, stunned, staring at Schnell's resentful expression, while he looked at his own twisted hand, his molars almost grinding to powder...

175. Chapter 172 171 War Art Society

On the way to the social activities building, Aiwei tilted her head and looked at Domi, asking curiously:

"Domi Domi, what grudge do you have against the prime minister's son? Why would you do something so cruel?"

Is it ruthless?

Not only Ai, but Edward and Argyle also nodded in unison.

"Well... if I'm not mistaken, the feud with him started around that time..."

After that, Domi recounted the entire story of bidding for the 'Book of Emblems' with the Prime Minister in his private room at that auction, without taking much time and finishing in just a few words.

"As you all know, I ended up bidding for that Book of Heralds. As far as I know, Schneider was in the private box at the time, and it was he who brought up the idea of ​​wanting the Book of Heralds."

"It's like I stole his things, so how can he not blame me?"

“I see~” Aiwei nodded repeatedly, “I didn’t expect him to be such a narrow-minded person.”

“It would be best to have less contact with Schneider in the future,” Argyle said. “My conscience tells me he’s not a trustworthy person.”

“They might even stab us in the back,” Edward added.

"As the prime minister's son, he shouldn't be that stupid... dull-witted, right? We're a class, after all. What good would it do him to stab us in the back?"

Aiwei really wanted to swear, but years of upbringing made her change her mind in time.

At this point, Domi, who had been labeled a 'conspirator' by the system, had a say:

"That's because you don't understand Aiwei. Never judge a person by worldly moral standards, because when pushed to the limit, people will do anything."

At this point, Domi suddenly paused: "But then again, stabbing us, or even the whole class, in the back isn't without its benefits."

"What's the benefit?"

"Never mind, let's not talk about it for now."

Don't keep us in suspense!

The four of them chatted and laughed as they walked to the club activity building.

Today, the entire street in front of the club building was very lively. Almost every club had set up a small recruitment tent on the side of the street, and the members were shouting loudly. Many freshmen were wandering around, searching for their favorite clubs. Everywhere was filled with youthful vitality.

Unlike the empty clubs of my previous life, the clubs here have a high degree of freedom. As long as they don't deliberately cause trouble, they can do almost anything.

If a club performs well in its activities, it may be eligible to participate in the annual competition for the best club. If it wins a prize, it will have funding for activities in the second half of the year.

The four of them split into four groups, since each of them had different interests and hobbies.

Domi strolled around slowly with his hands in his pockets, his eyes looking around.

The colorful clubs in front of me were dazzling, all kinds of clubs, the more common ones being 'Literature Club', 'Various Sports Clubs', and 'Magic Research Club'.

Unconventional groups include things like "Energy Saving Club," "Homecoming Club," and "JK Fan Club"—the more niche and quirky, the better.

As they walked, Domi suddenly spotted a club whose exterior wasn't flashy at all, and could even be described as simple, with a red banner that read 'War Art Club' in white.

A chubby senior student wearing glasses was lying on the table under the banner, seemingly asleep because no one had come for so long.

"The Art of War Society? That's quite interesting."

Compared to those flashy, gaudy things, Domi was more interested in it, so she walked over and gently tapped the table:

"Senior? Wake up! A new student has arrived!"

The slightly overweight senior student, as if on the verge of death, suddenly sat up, quickly wiped the drool from his mouth, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Domi in front of the table:

"Would you like to join our War Art Club, junior?"

"I'm interested. What's this place for?"

"Oh, wow, this is quite an interesting topic!" The bespectacled senior tossed his already thinning hair, as if he had found a last straw, and began to speak with great enthusiasm:

"The so-called art of war is to act as a commander, making war like an art form, skillfully using tactics, troop deployment, troop allocation, managing rear supply lines, and engaging in psychological warfare with the enemy commander, ultimately achieving the greatest damage at the lowest cost and winning a brilliant victory!"

“Our club has a huge sand table that is used to simulate all kinds of battles in history.”

"To be honest, our club president isn't a student, but a military advisor to the Lionheart Empire's General Staff!"

At this point, the bespectacled senior suddenly leaned close to Domi and whispered in his ear:

"So if we perform well in the club and pass the president's test, we may have the opportunity to work in the Imperial General Staff! I'm only telling you this to my junior; I'm not telling anyone else."

It's probably true that nobody wants to come.

Seemingly noticing Domi's doubts, the senior student explained:

"Although our club has a small number of members, the War Arts Club is truly a hidden talent base of the Empire that specializes in training military strategists. Not everyone can become this kind of talent, so it is normal that there are few people."

"Junior, I see you have extraordinary potential. Why don't you give it a try? The feeling of strategizing behind the scenes and controlling the lives of tens of thousands of people!"

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't tempted. Which boy doesn't dream of becoming a great general? It's just that those dreams are often slowly washed away by the lukewarm waters of life.

Since we've been given a second chance at life, why not experience it for ourselves?

With this in mind, Domi made up his mind:

"Senior, could you show me around first?"

Since we haven't even started yet, if it really turns out to be a disaster, it's not too late to just quit.

The senior clapped his hands: "Of course, no problem, but since I still have to recruit new members here, you'll have to go by yourself. However, a senior will greet you when you get there..."

Following the senior's instructions, Domi arrived at the top floor of Building 3, the club activity building. Strangely, there was only one room on the entire top floor.

Filled with curiosity, I knocked on the door. A short while later, slow, leisurely footsteps sounded from behind it; the sound preceded the person.

“Charles, I don’t think it’s time for the shift change yet…”

Then the door opened.

Even by Domi's standards of beauty, the senior in front of her was considered pretty. She had long, icy-colored hair that reached her waist, and her breasts were perky and exposed under her loose pajamas. She also had a pipe in her mouth, which seemed a bit out of place.

He was looking at Domi with extreme exhaustion and reproach, but he didn't see the familiar chubby boy.

"Excuse me... is this the Art of War Club? The senior who was recruiting told me to come here."

Caroline then realized that this was a new member, not Charles reborn and changed his number.

“Oh, so you’re a new member,” Caroline immediately took the pipe out of her mouth and hastily straightened her disheveled clothes. “Come in, I’ll show you around.”

The room was dimly lit, and as Domi walked further in, she learned the other person's name:

"Senior, how do you and Senior Charles usually simulate war? Do you put mini chess pieces on a sand table?"

They had just passed by the huge sand table that their senior had mentioned, so it was understandable that Domi would think that way.

Caroline walked ahead, passing the sand table: "No, that's too primitive."

"This is an era where magic and machinery advance in tandem, junior. Look here."

There was a row of devices resembling massage chairs along the wall, covered with dense magical runes. A quick glance revealed that they seemed to contain several semi-permanent spells.

“We call it a war simulator. As long as you lie on it, the illusion magic will be triggered, and your consciousness will be sent into a pre-set ‘real battlefield’ along a designated path.”

"In the illusion, we can personally control the entire battle as if we were there, which is more effective than any amount of sand table exercises."

Domi's eyes widened in disbelief. What the hell was the difference between this and VR from his previous life? It was even more advanced, achieving complete immersion!

"Logically speaking, students like us shouldn't be able to get our hands on this kind of equipment."

"Then what...?"

"The president obtained the outdated product through connections. The strategists in the Imperial Army use a more advanced version, but even the outdated product is more than enough for us."

"Would you like to go in and try it out? I'll go into another machine and guide you through the operation in the illusion."

"Uh-huh!!"

It's amazing that such a small, inconspicuous club has such a treasure!

Stepping inside the instrument and pressing the start button, some magic power was drawn from the magic tower and channeled into it. Several inscriptions engraved on the outside lit up slightly, like an instrument panel, indicating that everything was operating normally.

As the illusion was activated, Domi slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw a different scene—it seemed to be in a tent, with a table in the middle displaying a current situation table of the battle.

"Junior, you are now the commander-in-chief of this war."

I heard Caroline's voice beside me; she had also appeared in my battle and was even able to play online.

"What should I do?"

"Do what a commander should do."