Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Rose glanced at the homeless people frantically grabbing the enhancement agents.

He lifted his foot to leave, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

wrong.

Rose felt there was something wrong.

This doesn't make sense in the context of charity.

There are many homeless people and illegal immigrants in the slums, so various foundations and governments of the Magic Federation will help them out of humanitarian considerations.

For example, providing soup kitchens, distributing material vouchers, and distributing books and notebooks to address the psychological needs of the homeless.

Although Rose had previously complained that instead of giving homeless people books to comfort them, it would be better to just give them boosters.

However, this was just a joke or a complaint.

Fundamentally, this does not conform to the logic of charity and is impossible to implement.

This is why resource vouchers cannot be exchanged for enhancement agents, and why the homeless people need to trade resource vouchers with gangsters to buy enhancement agents.

Rose frowned as she looked at this well-organized "charity event".

He roughly deduced that this was a scheme set up by some magician.

Its core cannot be official, governmental, or foundation-based.

Having figured things out, Rose was about to leave when...

His brows were furrowed.

He felt like he had overlooked something.

It seemed like there was something he hadn't fully considered, but he wasn't sure what it was.

Rose shook off his thoughts; he decided to leave.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the homeless people queuing up with red eyes, desperate to get the booster.

......

Rose sat by the vent, finished his bread, and looked up at the moon with a calm expression.

Seven days have passed since Hope's case was resolved and the "Management Bureau" personnel who investigated the gang left.

Rose continued to lurk in the slums every day.

The magician still did not show himself.

If it were Rose, before she came to the slums, she would probably be living in constant fear by now.

However, Rose's mental resilience has now reached an extraordinary level.

He wasn't in a hurry; he could just wait.

Rose was pretty sure that the magician was almost certainly coming to find him.

There's a high probability they'll retaliate against me.

It's just that we don't know what methods or what kind of attack they will use.

Of course, there is also a very small chance that the magician is actually a remarkable person with great patience, and decides to give up attacking Rose.

He would then come to Rose to negotiate.

Even if he doesn't come to negotiate, he will still restart his experiment, which will inevitably be reflected in the real situation.

For example, new gangs or organizations may emerge.

Rose has not observed this situation so far.

Of course, another thing happened in the past few days: the Magic Federation withdrew the bounty on Rose.

They say the killer has been found.

Rose:

"..."

Has it really been found?

Rose guessed that the relevant departments probably couldn't withstand the pressure and temporarily found a scapegoat to take the blame.

Previously, when communicating and exchanging ideas with Joel, the Old Gods' Direct Enemy,

He once said that if possible, he would use some means to transform Rose's eyes into similar golden vertical pupils.

This demonstrates that the Magic Federation possesses a high level of expertise and technical capability in flesh and blood modification, making it quite easy to forge a seemingly respectable believer.

Of course, Joel also said that the physical changes of believers are not so easy to imitate and can be easily seen through.

But, after all, she's just a scapegoat...

Rose suddenly couldn't laugh anymore. If there really was a scapegoat, then the scapegoat should be about the same age as Rose.

Of course, Rose won't be affected by this kind of thing now; at most, she'll just feel a little upset.

Suddenly, someone entered Rose's [Wind Network Perception].

"They're here."

Based on the man's highly purposeful movements and demeanor, Rose roughly deduced that this was the magician behind the gang.

The instant Rose sensed the other, the other also sensed Rose.

In an instant, he attacked Rose, raising his hand to unleash five fireballs towards her.

The part about starting a fight within five seconds of meeting someone.

The extremely slim possibility that Ross had previously assumed—that the opponent was a Ninja Turtle—was shattered.

The other party came to retaliate against Rose.

Of course, this was also within Rose's expectations.

The location, trajectory, and speed of the five fireballs were clearly outlined in my mind through [Wind Network Perception].

Rose raised her hand and swiftly unleashed five [Bombardment] attacks to intercept the projectiles.

At the same time, chanting "Transform into cloud form," the body suddenly becomes lighter and quickly leaves the original place.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The three fireballs were deflected by the bombardment, crashing into the ground and creating huge craters, sending debris and dust flying into the air.

The remaining two exploded in mid-air, their orange-red flames bursting forth in the night like two flowers suddenly blooming.

A question arose in Rose's mind.

The other party is too unscrupulous.

To unleash magic so recklessly in the slums—though Rose himself had no right to say it, that was before he knew of the existence of an organization like the "Management Bureau."

Now that he knows, he has become more restrained.

Moreover, there are a large number of homeless people scattered around the area within the [Wind Network Perception] range. This battle cannot be kept secret.

The mage's face darkened when he saw that the first wave of attacks had missed.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers slowly.

Rose detected a strange fluctuation—radiating outwards like ripples from the other person's center.

Then, under the observation of [Wind Network Sensing], wherever the fluctuations swept across, those homeless people—

The vast majority of them lost their lives in the same instant.

Like a light going out.

Rose felt a chill run up her spine.

Surprise and fear surged forth.

But he pinpointed the reason within a single breath—

Fortifying agent.

Those free enhancement agents were the work of this magician.

The potion contains something that will instantly kill you if it senses a fluctuation of rationality at a specific wavelength.

At this moment, Rose finally realized what she had overlooked.

His perspective is not broad enough.

The capacity limit of a slum.

Corpses, assets, and labor are all limited resources that can support a limited number of magicians and people.

He has discovered that two magicians, three police officers, and the medical department of the magic academy—a total of four forces—are leeching off the slums of the South District.

This is probably the limit of what this southern slum can accommodate.

There won't be any more, because there won't be enough corpses to go around, and there won't be enough labor to go around.

Therefore, when he determined that the "free distribution of enhancement potions" event was the work of a certain magician, he should have identified the target—that was the person.

A homeless person killed in this way will not arouse any suspicion.

Because in the [Wind Network Perception], their cause of death is organ failure.

The standard way to die from overdosing on enhancement drugs.

Mass deaths from overdosing on enhancement agents are all too common; they even occur when the government distributes relief supplies vouchers.

No one will investigate, no one will suspect anything.

The other party's methods were meticulous and thorough.

At the very moment the homeless men around him collapsed, the magician unleashed several fireballs, hurtling straight at Rose.

Rose stood still, completely motionless.

In an instant, he had determined the optimal solution.

Then, under the magician's gaze—which was first surprised, then turned to terror—

Rose has broken free from the state of "materialism".

Golden blood vessels welled up from the depths of his eyes, spreading across his entire eyeball like cracks.

The blue pupils were stretched, squeezed, and reshaped, eventually solidifying into a vertical slit.

Finally, the gilded vertical pupils pierced the darkness.

Since the other party has already done a thorough job of concealment and cleaned up the mess, then Rossai can completely expose his identity as a [Follower of the Ancient Dragon].

In a purely magical confrontation, he is at a disadvantage.

I haven't been a magician for long enough; my skills and experience are far behind.

But it's different for Gu Long's followers.

A fervent smile crept across Rose's face as the currents of the ancient dragon surged and churned within him.

I am delighted that I will be able to unleash the brutality of Gu Long's followers and smash your brains to pieces!