Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 149 Suppressing New Students

"You're back from catching sheep?"

The stone cat's attention was successfully diverted to the newly returned Lehart.

Ronan was overjoyed and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Senior Soul."

Lehart smiled and nodded, then turned to Ronan, "What are you doing here?"

"He came to ask me where you were. He needs to talk to you about something," the stone cat added casually from the side.

Ronan nodded. "Captain, I need your help with something—"

He glanced behind Lehart and saw the Flash-Eating Wyvern King throwing the newborns off its back one by one.

"Alright, let me settle these sheep first." Lehart pointed to the group of freshmen who had just been captured.

It hasn't been long since then, and the Valley of the Dead has already started abducting newborns again.

Ronan sighed inwardly, never expecting that his status as one of the "newest batch of freshmen" would end so soon.

"Sir, why were we captured and brought here?"

At this moment, one of the freshmen stood up and loudly questioned him.

This person seemed to have been holding back until now, only unleashing their full power upon landing.

Seeing that someone was taking the lead, the other freshmen immediately felt more confident and joined in the commotion.

"Captain?" Ronan asked, his face full of confusion.

Shouldn't such a person have been released from restraints mid-flight and thrown into freefall?

Reihart blushed and explained, "This kidnapping went too smoothly; there wasn't even the slightest resistance. I didn't even bother going through the usual procedures—"

Immediately, his eyes darted around, and an idea came to him: "Didn't you ask me for help? Resolving this situation will be your reward."

"No way, Captain, theoretically speaking, I'm on their side." Ronan was speechless.

Using freshmen to deal with freshmen, how could he even think of that?

"Hey, you can't just say things like that."

The stone cat immediately jumped onto his left shoulder, interrupting, "You are a true-blue pillar of the future of the Necromancer Valley—"

Then, it lowered its voice and whispered in Ronan's ear, "Kid, if you say anything that's not in line with the law, and someone with ulterior motives hears you and reports you to the enforcement team, you're in big trouble—"

Ronan couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Does the Valley of the Dead still do this kind of thing?"

"There is conflict everywhere, especially in the necromancer academy with its many lineages."

Lehart had clearly overheard their conversation and asked a question that Ronan hadn't expected: "So, which path have you decided to take?"

"Captain, how did you know?" Ronan asked in surprise.

How did Reihart know that he was about to choose a class?

Although he didn't intend to hide it from Lehart during his visit.

"What do you know?"

"Um?"

Reihart finally realized what was happening and asked incredulously, "You're choosing a class so soon?"

Although he knew that Ronan's strength was far superior to that of ordinary apprentices, the speed at which Ronan's strength improved was too fast.

Most importantly, where did he get the seed of a class?

Reihart immediately thought of Professor Grecker.

It seems that Ronan was able to possess a Class Seed thanks to him.

After all, as precious experimental subjects, apprentice-level and professional-level individuals have different research values.

Reihart, through a series of seemingly logical deductions, had already mentally constructed a complete chain of reasoning.

Ronan was filled with frustration.

Well, it seems I overthought things and let it slip.

"Captain, this is why I'm asking for your help this time—"

Ronan briefly explained that he needed a reliable form of necromancy as his primary magic.

"Professor Greck won't give it to you?" Reihart asked, puzzled.

What's Professor Grek up to? Why is he just casually trying to steal my necromancy magic?

"Huh? Why would he give it to me?"

Ronan was completely baffled. What did this have to do with Greke?

During their conversation, the freshmen became increasingly agitated and began to show a shared sense of righteous indignation.

"Sir, please send us back to the Voyager Star. Our target academy is not the Valley of the Dead."

The first freshman to speak out earlier stepped forward as a representative.

Lehart gestured to Ronan with his eyes, signaling him to go and resolve the situation quickly.

Ronan sighed and stepped forward helplessly.

Since I'm the one who needs their help, freshmen, don't blame me.

"What's your name?"

He walked up to the freshman representative and asked.

"What's it to you?"

The new student representative, seeing Ronan's age, assumed he was incapable of making decisions.

"Didn't you want to go back to the Starship?"

Ronan wasn't angry at all, and asked with a smile, "How is Lord Niru?"

"Huh? You actually know about the Starship and Lord Niru—" The freshman representative looked surprised. "Could it be that you are also—"

Ronan didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Which college did you attend?"

The freshman representative paused, then replied woodenly, "Disordered Time."

"What a coincidence! It seems we're destined to be alumni in this lifetime." Ronan nodded.

He then raised his voice and asked the group of new students behind him, "Do you know an apprentice codenamed Shinjun?"

No one responded.

It seems that the new prince either escaped being kidnapped by Lehart, or he hasn't enrolled in school yet.

Before Ronan left, the new student left his contact information, agreeing to contact him again after enrollment.

"What do you want to do?" The freshman representative immediately became wary.

Having not gotten the information he wanted, Ronan was too lazy to waste any more words with these freshmen.

The simplest and clearest solution in such situations is to directly use violent suppression.

His mental domain expanded completely, instantly enveloping everyone present.

Lehart and the stone cat's expressions changed, both showing surprise.

"I really underestimated this guy—"

Reihart couldn't help but sigh.

Only those with a mental strength higher than Ronan's can detect the probing into the mental realm.

Both Lehart and the Stone Cat are clearly beings above the class level.

However, such a person is clearly not among the new students.

"The Valley of the Dead has always had a tradition: those who want to join can join, and those who don't want to join won't be forced."

Ronan announced to the new students, "Now, I'm giving you half an hour. Anyone who can leave my magical range can ride back on this Flash-Eating Wyvern King and return to your original academy."

He turned to Reihart to confirm, "Is everything alright, Captain?"

With a serious expression, Reihart replied firmly, "No problem, I will personally escort those who meet the requirements up."

"Really?"

"You keep your word!"

"Very good!"

Upon receiving the reply, the freshmen instantly erupted in excitement.

Seeing Ronan, who was about the same age as them, the freshmen rekindled their hope of returning.

"Senior, please make a move."

"Come on, young man."

"We're all ready—"

Ronan nodded in satisfaction. After everyone was in a state of high alert, he suddenly unleashed a "gravity manipulation" that created ten times the gravity!

At the same time, a massive amount of spiritual power from the spiritual realm followed closely behind, and the terrifying spiritual pressure of the professional class descended upon every new student.

Gravity restricts the physical body, and mental power suppresses consciousness.

This is the dual repression method that Ronan currently possesses.

The first collaboration between the two yielded even better results than he had anticipated.

None of the freshmen could last a second; they all lost consciousness and collapsed.

Under the force of ten times gravity, their bodies slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Reihart immediately intervened, surprised by Ronan's sudden and forceful attack. "How can these sheep withstand the mental pressure from the working class?"

"Just take out a few troublemakers, why bother taking them all down?"

"That doesn't count; you'll be paid separately for helping!"

Muttering to himself, Reihart went forward to help several freshmen with weaker constitutions.

Ronan turned to the stone cat, "Lord Soul, do you also think I went too far?"

Fearing that some of the more gifted freshmen might escape, he didn't hold back much of his strength.

This shouldn't be considered too harsh, right?

Why not say that this year's freshmen are the worst ever?

"It's alright," the stone cat replied unhurriedly.

This gave Ronan a sudden boost, and he thought to himself, "Finally, someone, a cat, understands me."

"Your gravity spell was a bit unnecessary."

The stone cat gave him a strange look and said, "It's somewhat like the hobby of the 'Pleasure' mentor of the flesh and blood lineage—"

"Oh? What are this professor's hobbies?"