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"Shut up, son. I haven't finished talking yet. Your girlfriend..."

"When did I ever ask you to find me a partner? When did I ever need a partner? And when have you ever taken on the responsibilities of a father? If you really want to change, you can do something meaningful."

You could easily improve the overall educational quality of Kassel College instead of getting drunk in that clock tower every day and watching those cheesy scenes. I think your life is really boring, and if you really want to start over, you can change your life.

But please don't drag me into this. Whether you change or not, I will never acknowledge you as my father. In my heart, you will always be a cowardly and irresponsible scoundrel. I hate you, even more than I hate my old friend Guderian always mocking my baldness. So please shut up and stop saying those self-righteous things. I really don't care!

Manstein mustered all his strength and roared incessantly, his roars echoing throughout Watt Alheim, leaving all the teachers and students present stunned.

Although they all knew that Professor Manstein of Kassel College, as the chairman of the disciplinary committee, was usually extremely strict and exuded a deep aura, and it was rare to see him show any extreme emotional fluctuations, his emotions now went far beyond fluctuations; he seemed to want to devour the vice principal on the other end of the phone and then spit out his bones.

His old friend Guderian wanted to comfort him, but he was really afraid that Manstein would bite him too.

Did he really mock Manstein's hairstyle? I've been working hard to promote his hair growth products, even personally applying them myself. What did I do wrong?!

"Huh? Son, do you not like the girls I introduced you to? Or do you just not want to hear me talk? But you were the one who called! Should I hang up now?" The vice principal on the other end of the phone said, somewhat puzzled.

Even though Manstein reprimanded him so harshly, almost trampling his dignity underfoot, the vice principal still didn't detect any anger in his voice.

"Vice Principal, I solemnly implore you here: please lift the spell of the commandment! The entire faculty and students of Kassel College need a spectacular outburst, not to hide in this Watt Alheim and wait to die. Moreover, almost all the defenses of this underground fortification have been breached, and our deaths are imminent. If you don't want us to die in such a miserable state, please lift the spell and let us fight a good, decisive battle! This is the only reason I'm calling you! There is no other reason!"

Manstein's words were extremely somber, yet they revealed a tremendous determination.

Everyone present was deeply moved. In fact, they had long wanted to release their own Word Spirit. Even though they knew that under these circumstances, many teachers and students could not even release their Word Spirit, no matter how slim the hope, as long as they had tried and lived a glorious life, they would feel gratified even at the moment of death, instead of hiding here and dying in frustration like they are now.

So they had long wanted the vice-principal to give them a chance, even though they knew the vice-principal wouldn't keep imposing the rules without a reason; it was very likely to be to restrict Lin Ye. But even if he continued to restrict him, it wouldn't be of much use, because no one could stop Lin Ye's outburst; he was like a grim reaper issuing a death order to the world.

The vice principal fell silent on the other end of the phone, and time ticked by second by second.

A moment later, the vice principal's solemn voice came through the phone. At that moment, Manstein was also on speakerphone, holding the phone high so that everyone could hear what the vice principal was about to say.

"Son, and the teachers and students of Kassel College, I may need to apologize to you. If it were three minutes ago, I might have taken a huge risk to activate the Word of Power, at least allowing you to have a spectacular battle."

Of course, the moment the power is released, you might all be crushed to the ground like little cabbages, unable to even stand up. But as my son Manstein said, at least you've given it your all, and although you're still as insignificant as ants, you're at least psychologically relieved. However, the best opportunity to unleash the power of words has now been lost, so I cannot grant your wish.”

Manstein frowned, unable to hold back any longer, and shouted into the phone, "By what right, Vice Principal! What right do you have to control our lives? Kassel College is on the verge of collapse, and as members of Kassel College, how can we not do our best for the college?"

And we don't want to die like this, without knowing why. I beg you not to be so selfish. You've always been this disgusting, utterly disgusting. Now I implore you not to be so irresponsible. If you think that breaking the commandment will make you the first to be attacked, then I'd rather be the first to stand before you and shield you from all harm, but not in the name of my son. So please rest assured, Vice Principal, when it truly comes to death, I will absolutely die before you.”

Professor Manstein said in a cold tone.

Although the vice-principal was his father, his words were extremely cold, as if he were speaking to a complete stranger. The other teachers and students remained silent, but they felt equally uneasy. They wondered what the vice-principal was waiting for; was there perhaps another opportunity?

Even if there were any, the hope would be extremely slim. Could it be, as Professor Manstein said, that the other party is simply afraid of death, fearing that they won't be able to escape even after the rules are completely lifted, and at least they can still cling to life for now?

is that so?!

They were all waiting for the vice principal's words to come from Manstein's old, worn-out cell phone; they wanted to hear what this man was really thinking.

"Alright, alright, I'll just be frank. I was originally planning to play the hero, but seeing how indignant you all are, as if you want to devour me right now, I think I should tell you my methods."

Actually, in another part of the ice cellar, at its deepest point, there is an alchemical matrix centered around the entire ice cellar. If it can be activated, it can temporarily withstand Lin Ye's outburst.

However, as you can all sense, even if I were lucky enough to survive and reach the bottom of the ice cellar to activate that alchemical matrix, that old device had been dormant for over a century, like an old machine that had suffered from a lack of maintenance over the years. Although I desperately wanted to completely repair it, my alchemical skills were limited. But for Kassel, and for the teachers and students of Kassel College…

Okay, I admit that what I just said was all nonsense. Actually, I wanted to say something for my son, Manstein. As your father, a father you call a "scoundrel," I have never fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. I am afraid of death, I eat, drink, and do nothing, and I lie in the clock tower every day counting my own death.

My only joy every day was reading those cheesy newspapers and comics, or even hosting the college's swimming competition. I could only get a little bit of happiness from those boring things. I felt like my life was all dark. But ever since I learned that Manstein was my son, I felt like I was reborn, even though you hated me so much and even refused my birthday gifts every time.

When we bumped into each other at the academy, you wouldn't even glance at me. Do you know how much it hurt me as your father? When I got back, I downed three bottles of whiskey and slept on the sofa for three days and three nights straight, snoring loudly. Have you forgotten? But as you said, I haven't done anything substantial for you. In your eyes, I've always been irresponsible. So please let me help you this last time.

If—and I mean if—I manage to survive this ordeal in the ice cellar and successfully activate that alchemical matrix, I hope we can have a good drink together.

Everyone present listened silently to the vice principal's voice coming from the speakerphone. They could hear the man's self-deprecation, his pain, and the determination emanating from his heart.

At the same time, many people also looked at Manstein.

They all knew what the vice-principal was expecting and what he was facing. After a moment of silence, Manstein couldn't help but say, "You old bastard, I hope you come back alive, whether for me or for yourself."

"If you can really come out of that icebox, a drink isn't out of the question, but not in the name of father and son, but simply because you're the vice principal and I'm the chairman of the disciplinary committee."

The vice principal on the other end of the phone immediately became excited.

"Alright, alright, son, that's enough for you. Watch how your old man deals with that black sun on Lin Ye's head! I'll definitely pull that kid down and give him a good spanking!"

However, the vice principal's arrogant vow did not last long. Immediately afterward, a series of thuds came from the other end of the phone, as if the other person had lost their footing and tumbled down the stairs.

Chapter 191 Emergency Rescue, the Finnish Dog's Toughness! [Please Subscribe]

“Professor Manstein, we can now begin the rescue.”

Watt Alheim.

Just as all the teachers and students were immersed in awe of the vice principal, a deep, aged voice rang out from the only remaining loudspeaker.

It was Principal Angers.

Manstein, equally jolted out of his daze, immediately shouted to the entire group of teachers and students, "School doctor! Where's the school doctor? Everyone to your positions! Prepare to save someone!"

With his deep shout, a group of school doctors in white coats emerged from the ranks of teachers and students. They were originally members of the college's logistics team and had rich experience in treating patients. Even some students and instructors who had learned some rescue knowledge joined the rescue effort.

Before the disaster struck, these experienced school doctors quickly packed up all the medical equipment and even medicines they could find, especially emergency life-saving drugs like adrenaline. In fact, under Angers' deliberate guidance, Kassel College had become a proper military academy, with both instructors and students managed in a military style.

After all, which student or mentor is constantly on the battlefield, always getting injured or on their way to getting injured? Therefore, these teachers and students are extremely experienced.

When the school doctors joined in, the two groups worked together seamlessly. They prioritized treating the most severely injured students. Even without anesthesia, when the school doctors were stitching up the massive lacerations on the thighs of these wounded individuals, the patients made muffled groans but didn't utter a sound. The school doctors, with solemn expressions, swiftly and skillfully stitched up the wounds.

This was actually the main reason why I didn't participate in the rescue efforts when the earlier shocks were severe.

After all, during a period of violent fluctuations, if you were to try to suture a wound with a needle and thread, you might end up feeling even more uncomfortable. Even the most experienced medical staff wouldn't dare to say they could get it right. Moreover, the situation was extremely chaotic at that time, and it was already a miracle that you were able to lie on the ground without being knocked unconscious.

The teachers and students of the entire Kassel College showed great resilience. If they hadn't encountered an attack like Lin Ye's, which unleashed a massive catastrophe right from the start, they would never have been so vulnerable.

Their army may seem as fragile as paper, but that's an illusion, an absolute illusion. No army of ten thousand men in the world, fully armed, could possibly conquer Kassel. They would even be swallowed up by Kassel in the struggle. That's strength, strength enough to stand at the top of the world.

The combined power of thousands of mixed-race warriors can unleash tens of thousands of times their original strength.

But their opponent was Lin Ye, the figure who inherited the power of Pain and was both demonic and godlike. This power was almost equivalent to the full-force attack of a next-generation species. When the true Super Planetary Devastation erupted, it was a power truly comparable to the Dragon King.

It might not be as powerful as the forbidden spell unleashed by the Dragon King, but it was enough to destroy Cassel.

Even so, when the real disaster struck, all the teachers and students were filled with strength, hoping to escape from the disaster and even confront Lin Ye head-on.

Of course, this is all on the premise that they can actually meet each other.

"Help! Help! I'm dying!!!"

Just as the rescue operation in Wat Alheim was proceeding smoothly, a trembling scream suddenly came from the other side of the passage.

Everyone rushed to look in the direction of the sound and saw Fingel carrying someone on his back, running towards them desperately. The scream was coming from the mouth of the person on his back.

Upon closer inspection, this guy turned out to be Akadullah, the Minister of Equipment.

At that moment, the other person was clutching one of their arms and howling in pain.

The school doctor was performing emergency bone setting on a student with a fracture. At this moment, he seemed to be affected by Akdullah's serious injury, and his hand trembled inadvertently. Instead of setting the bone properly, it became slightly crooked, causing the student to gasp and hiss.

The school doctor repeatedly apologized and quickly realigned the other person's bones.

He quickly went to Akadula's side to check on the equipment minister's injuries. Akadula was now a true hero of Kassel College. If it weren't for the enemy's laser defense system, all the teachers and students present might have been seriously injured or even killed.

The fact that the other party screamed so pitifully must have meant that they had expended tremendous effort, perhaps even a spirit of self-sacrifice, to activate the laser defense system and deploy this defense for them.

Although the laser defense above their heads had thinned somewhat, it remained resilient, repelling external impacts. The opponent's current agonizing screams likely indicated nerve and bone marrow damage. However, they hadn't heard these screams before; they only uttered them now that the opponent had completely lost control.

This shows that Minister Akadullah is truly a great man! With this sense of awe, all the teachers and students gathered around, and the school doctor also rushed forward to check on him, constantly asking how the minister was injured. Then, he couldn't wait to pry open the minister's arm and saw the hand that Akadullah claimed to be injured.

"Minister Akadullah, where are you hurt?"

A school doctor asked in surprise, "We haven't seen any wounds."

"Here, do you see? It's almost bleeding. Stop the bleeding right away, and be quick!"

Akadullah urgently extended one of his fingers, pleading with the school doctor present.

The school doctors spent a long time examining the patient before finally spotting a tiny, insignificant abrasion on the middle finger. They were sweating profusely because they had been so careful, fearing that something was wrong with the patient's acupuncture point. In the end, they discovered that it was actually a problem with the patient's brain nerves.

All the teachers and students present couldn't help but turn pale. They really believed in a ghost, actually believing that Akadula would be in such a strong state. After all, with that terrible scream, they thought he would at least be paralyzed from the waist down, but they later saw that his fingers were only slightly broken.

"Hey, hey, hey, come and help me! I'm anemic!" Akadula cried out anxiously as the crowd dispersed.

"That's good."

One of the students took some tape and wrapped it around Akdula's scraped finger twice.

"Is this really okay? At least disinfect it!" Akadula asked uncertainly.

"Don't worry, Minister, this injury is even less serious than a mosquito bite. It will heal on its own if you're not careful," the student couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, that's good." Minister Akadullah breathed a sigh of relief, still in a daze.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Just as everyone else was about to turn away, Fingel stretched out his hand shakily, looking weak and listless.

When the others turned around and saw it was Fingel, their faces immediately darkened. They thought Fingel was always crazy, even more so than Akadura. Not only the teachers and students, but even the members of the news department didn't believe Fingel could have suffered such serious injuries.

If he were truly seriously injured, would this guy be so resilient? He would have been screaming and howling by now. Perhaps when we actually tear off his clothes to check his injuries, they would be like Akadula's—he might have already healed if we were a little slower.

The next moment, Chu Zihang said in a low voice, "Is there a school doctor? Come and check him out. In the impact just now, he shielded us from a rock, and it's very likely that he injured his ribs or even his internal organs."

However, upon hearing Chu Zihang's words, everyone else was stunned. The school doctor, who was about to move to another place, quickly came to Fingel's side, pulled open his clothes, and saw that Fingel's side was already a bloody mess.

When the school doctor saw the wound, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Because Fingel's injuries were extremely severe; some bones were even visible through the ruptured wounds. Keep in mind, this guy had just been carrying Akadura all the way here, and it seemed Akadura was the one who was seriously injured, while Fingel ran incredibly fast as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, the other teachers and students also realized that they had misunderstood Fingel, and they wanted to slap themselves hard. They deserved to die! How could they not believe Fingel at a time like this?

You have to understand that the other party was with Akadula just now to activate the laser defense system. Without the other party, the system might not have been able to be activated at all. Even if it could be activated, once the time was up, they would still be completely affected by the power surge. Not only would they be severely injured, but there would also be a large number of casualties.

"Will this injury leave any lasting effects? It looks like the injury is to the kidneys, I mean, my future life."

Fingel gasped for breath and couldn't help but ask the school doctor beside him.

The latter nodded affirmatively.

Seeing the affirmative reply, Fingel couldn't help but feel desperate. He didn't even have a girlfriend yet. If he really injured his kidney, how could he be happy in the future?

However, upon seeing Fingel's despairing expression, the school doctor knew that the other party had completely misunderstood and said directly, "Fingel, don't worry! Your kidneys aren't injured, and with your strong physique, even if they were injured, there won't be any lasting effects. Maybe you'll recover from this setback and become a strong man in the future."

The other teachers and students also gave Fingel a thumbs up, thinking he was truly a man at that moment. Akadula, being cheeky, leaned over and said to Fingel, "Kid, I really misjudged you this time. I didn't expect you to be so resilient. Well then, if we really have to carry out that Fire Seed Project in the future, I will definitely, definitely reserve a spot for you."

Upon hearing this, Fingel felt as if he had been given two injections of anesthesia and two injections of adrenaline, and instantly even the pain in his kidneys disappeared.

The other teachers and students only heard the two whispering to each other, but they didn't know the specifics, so they didn't show any complicated expressions.