I just became a mage, and my skills have become supernatural? What the heck?

Tianbei City, headquarters of the Mad Shark Guild.

Inside the guild hall.

A burly man sat on a sofa, a ferocious, bloodthirsty shark tattooed on his chest.

A knife scar ran across his entire back, making him look exceptionally fierce.

Two men were sitting opposite him.

The one on the left wears gold-rimmed glasses and has his hair neatly combed, giving him a refined and scholarly appearance.

The one on the right is a middle-aged man who is constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, fidgeting and looking around nervously.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at the video on his computer and exclaimed in somewhat broken Chinese:

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant..."

"This is your Dragon Kingdom, the top student in this year's Dragon Order Class?"

"Not only has he mastered fire and earth, but he's also proficient in lightning? To achieve this level at level 20..."

At this moment, the middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly:

"Mr. Yamamoto, I've given you the items, including detailed files of everyone in this year's Dragon Order Class, as well as battle videos..."

"You promised that if I gave you these, you would release my wife and daughter... plus fifty million, and send my whole family to Japan..."

"Please, please arrange it quickly! If the higher-ups find out, it's a capital offense! I can't stay in China any longer! Every second is torture for me!"

Kenichi Yamamoto stood up with a smile, walked behind the man, placed his hands on his shoulders, and spoke gently:

"Mr. Chen, don't rush."

"You Chinese often say, 'Those who understand the times are the heroes.'"

"You are able to resolutely abandon those vague and illusory national righteousness for the safety of your family."

"This spirit of sacrificing the greater good for the sake of the family is truly moving."

The man's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he said with a forced smile:

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Yamamoto. I was forced into this situation. Everyone has to look out for themselves..."

Pfft—!

A large hand suddenly pierced through from behind to the front.

"Uh... oh..."

The middle-aged man stared wide-eyed at Kenichi Yamamoto in disbelief.

Blood instantly stained the clothes.

Kenichi Yamamoto pulled out his bleeding right hand, disgustedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood, and his smile turned sinister:

"While I admire your sensibility, I truly despise traitors."

"It's disgusting that they would even betray their own country."

"As for your family..."

Kenichi Yamamoto tossed the blood-stained handkerchief onto the still-convulsing corpse and said calmly:

"A family should be together all the time. They'll be downstairs to join you soon."

The light in the middle-aged man's eyes quickly faded, and filled with endless regret, he collapsed in a pool of blood.

Zhao Tianling, the guild leader of the Mad Shark Guild, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the show, frowned slightly.

Although he was also a ruthless killer, Kenichi Yamamoto's perverted behavior still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Someone, drag this trash away and clean the floor."

Zhao Tianling waved his hand, and two of his men immediately came in and dragged the body away.

A moment later,

Zhao Tianling's voice was deep:

"Yamamoto, you've got what you wanted, now get lost."

"They've been cracking down hard lately. If they find out that our Mad Shark Guild has connections with your Japan, I wouldn't have enough heads to chop off."

Kenichi Yamamoto smiled nonchalantly.

"President Zhao, don't be so nervous."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Your country is too closed off. Data can't be transmitted through the internet or communications, so we have to rely on people to carry it out."

At this point, a cold glint flashed in Kenji Yamamoto's eyes:

"In the upcoming war between nations, our Japan and your Dragon Kingdom will be placed on the same battlefield."

"This information is of paramount importance to the Empire."

"If we can figure out the trump cards of this Dragon Order Class, it will be a huge help to our Empire's 'Demon Gods'."

Zhao Tianling snorted coldly and said impatiently:

"That's your business, don't drag me into it, and get lost."

Just then.

The door was pushed open, and a refined-looking man walked in.

Zhao Tianling glanced at it, his brows furrowing slightly: "Third brother? Weren't you supposed to be guarding the wasteland? Why are you back?"

Men don't waste words, they report to their superiors:

"Big brother, we ran into Xu Wenchang of the Dragon Guard Army. He was probably leading the students of the Dragon Order Class to run a dungeon over there, and he chased us away while he was at it."

"Xu Wenchang, the master of Dragon Fist?"

Zhao Tianling was taken aback. "Why would the Dragon Order Class be here grinding dungeons? Aren't the dungeons at Kyoto University enough for them?"

The man replied in a deep voice:

"Guild leader, I remember there are coordinates for the opening of a temple dungeon, which is in the Rocky Wasteland. I think they must be here for the temple dungeon."

"Yeah?"

A glint of greed flashed in Zhao Tianling's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it with reason. "Since they're from the Dragon Order Class, then forget it. Don't provoke them."

Although he was fierce, he knew his limits.

Bullying unskilled professionals is one thing, but provoking the Dragon Guard's Dragon Order Class is simply courting death.

Kenichi Yamamoto, who was standing next to him, turned the screen of his laptop around.

"Were these the students you encountered?"

Seeing this, the man leaned closer to the screen to examine it for a few seconds, then nodded with absolute certainty:

"That's right, it's these people."

After receiving an affirmative answer.

Kenichi Yamamoto gently closed his laptop and looked at Zhao Tianling.

"President Zhao."

"If I remember correctly, your guild should have some 'random scrolls' in its inventory, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianling's eyelids twitched violently.

He looked at Yamamoto Kenichi warily:

"What do you want to do?"

"What else can we do?"

Kenichi Yamamoto shrugged and said matter-of-factly:

"Of course, we should kill them."

"What?"

Zhao Tianling jumped up from the sofa:

"Are you crazy? That's the Dragon Order Class! And Xu Wenchang is guarding outside!"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! I haven't lived enough yet!"

Despite Zhao Tianling's fury, Yamamoto Kenichi remained calm:

"President Zhao, if we can kill that strongest fighter from the Dragon Order Class here, the merit will be enough for me to be ennobled in the Empire!"

Zhao Tianling sneered, "That's your achievement, what does it have to do with me? I only know that once I make a move, my head will be rolling on the ground tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Kenichi Yamamoto's lips curled into a slight smile:

"Chairman Zhao, Xu Wenchang of the Dragon Fist, even I, a Japanese, know him. He is a notorious killing machine, known for his hatred of evil."

"Now that he knows you've been forcing people to buy and sell goods in this desolate wasteland, bullying the weak, do you think you can still survive?"

Kenichi Yamamoto sneered repeatedly:

"Once his students finish the dungeon, I guarantee he'll turn around and lead the Dragon Guard to wipe out your Mad Shark Guild."

After saying that...

Zhao Tianling's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew in his heart that Kenichi Yamamoto was right.

That old bastard Xu Wenchang can't stand these kinds of things.

The reason we haven't started yet is because we need to take care of the students running dungeons.

When I have a free hand...

That was a certain death situation.

Kenichi Yamamoto continued:

"But if you help me kill those students..."

"I have special evacuation channels; I can take you and your core members to Japan."

"I guarantee that you will not only survive in Japan, but also enjoy wealth and luxury that you could never spend in several lifetimes."

Zhao Tianling stared intently at him.

The image of that middle-aged man's gruesome death is still vivid in my mind.

Why should I believe you?

"Heh, Chairman Zhao, you have no choice. You can either sit and wait for the Dragon Guard to come knocking on your door, or trust me and take a gamble. The decision is yours."

After Yamamoto Kenichi finished speaking, he sat back down and looked at Zhao Tianling with great interest.

Zhao Tianling fell silent.

The Japanese were right; he was already in a dead end.

No matter where he escapes, as long as he remains within the Dragon Kingdom's territory, the Dragon Guards are certain to kill him.

There is only one way now, and that is to escape from the Dragon Kingdom!

a long time.

Zhao Tianling suddenly raised his head.

"Damn it, let's do it!"

"Kenichi Yamamoto, I hope you can keep your promise, or I'll fight you to the death."

Kenichi Yamamoto smiled:

"President Zhao, please believe me. As long as I successfully kill those students, I will definitely bring you to our Japan."

"Hmph, you better be."

Zhao Tianling snorted coldly, then looked at the man beside him, "Third brother, what's the level restriction for that temple instance in that place?"

The third brother seemed to have already checked, and blurted out:

"President, level 20-25."

"OK."

Zhao Tianling nodded and said:

"Luckily, the random access scroll doesn't require you to be near a dungeon. You can just use it within the area to see all the open dungeons nearby. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to deal with that old man."

Then, with red eyes, he spoke very quickly:

"Gather all the elites in the guild who are between level 20 and 25, give them the best equipment and weapons, and bring them the best potions."

"The random roll is too precious; we only have three, so we'll divide the people into three teams."

"Use our most elite troops to launch a relentless attack on them!"

"Three scrolls, three waves of assassinations, with the best equipment, I refuse to believe we can't kill him!"

"Yes, brother!"

The third brother accepted the order and ran away.

"etc."

Zhao Tianling called out to him, his voice chilling:

"Tell the brothers, whoever kills Lin Mo gets a 100 million reward! I'll take him to Japan to enjoy a life of luxury!"

"Hurry! We have to get them in before they clear the dungeon!"

"yes!!!"

Watching the third brother's retreating figure.

Kenichi Yamamoto smiled with satisfaction.

"President Zhao, it's a wise choice."