Full-Time Magister: Dark Throne

Chapter 41 Speech: The Birth of the Great Transformation of Mingzhu!

The boundless night sky descended over the arena, and the huge spotlights at the top suddenly lit up, with beams of white light pouring down, precisely striking He An and protecting this absolute king of the arena!

"Alright, that concludes today's beast-fighting competition. Fifty percent of the public cultivation resources for the first semester will be distributed to He An as a reward for the freshmen who did not participate in the competition."

Dean Xiao appeared on the stage at some point and announced the results of today's beast fighting competition.

"Dean Xiao, isn't this going a bit too far?" Huo Ling, the head of the Shadow Department, said hesitantly.

"Dean Xiao, isn't this too unfair? We're only not allowed to go on stage, yet we have to give up 50% of the public resources?" A freshman who had been deprived of 50% of the public resources stood up and spoke angrily.

The remaining four thousand-plus freshmen also chimed in, and a cacophony of questions, echoes, and discussions erupted, turning the entire arena into chaos.

Dean Xiao frowned, his gaze sweeping over the agitated crowd, and he let out a cold snort.

The sound was like thunder exploding in the arena, making everyone dizzy and afraid to make any more noise.

"Dean Xiao, let me do it myself."

Just as Dean Xiao was about to reprimand him, He An spoke up.

Dean Xiao glanced at him sideways, and after a brief eye contact, nodded slightly.

The shadows that spread out in the arena began to writhe and shrink, and within a few breaths they completely retreated to He An's feet, engulfing him.

The next moment, He An emerged from the shadows on the stage and stood steadily in front of it.

He gazed at the dense crowd below, his eyes slowly sweeping over countless young faces.

Their faces, whether youthful or mature, beautiful or handsome, all carried curiosity and awe in their eyes.

Honestly, this was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had spoken on a stage with so many people.

"Which student asked Dean Xiao a question just now?"

His voice wasn't loud, but he conveyed every word clearly.

At the Lei Academy's seating area, a freshman stood up with his neck stiffened, striking a heroic pose as if he were about to die for his country.

He An chuckled at his expression and said, "You talk about fairness, but please tell me: what is fairness?"

Is it fair that demons are born with stronger physiques than humans?

Is it fair that scions of noble families are destined to receive more resources than ordinary mages from birth?

You are all freshmen without any background, yet your magical talents ruthlessly divide you into different classes.

Is this fair?

If all of this is unfair, why don't you resist these unfair things, instead of questioning me? Is it just because I'm taking away your interests?

If you truly felt the rules were unfair, why didn't you raise that issue with Dean Xiao from the beginning? Why wait until your own interests were harmed before joining others in advocating for their opinions?

The barrage of questions completely stumped the lightning-elemental freshman, leaving him speechless. He could only grit his teeth and say, "You're already so powerful, can't you have some pity on us?"

Hearing his reply, He An let out a disdainful sneer.

"I would pity you, but would demons? When you encounter a demon you can't defeat, is your first thought to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

This will be your first lesson upon entering school: In such a cruel world, weakness is the original sin!

What I'm saying is not because I'm cold-blooded, but simply because that's how the world works.

Dean Xiao had already set the rules: as long as you dare to go on stage, you will not be deprived of 50 percent of public resources.

Dean Xiao gave us plenty of time, and I never limited the number of participants for each session.

Why didn't you go on stage? Was it because you were weak? Cowardly? Or were you afraid of embarrassing yourself on stage and being looked down upon by the goddess?

He An looked at the silent audience and sighed deeply.

None of that matters anymore.

The reason Dean Xiao agreed to my strange suggestion was because he had wanted to do it for a long time.

Do you remember what Dean Xiao said at the beginning? Do you remember what kind of magicians Pearl Academy wants to train?

A magician graduating from the Pearl Academy is destined to possess the power to change the world, and will undoubtedly be a hero capable of protecting humanity!

As He An recited Dean Xiao's words, many freshmen also slightly parted their lips, silently reciting those words.

"If you want to become that kind of magician, then you will be facing more than just demons of the warrior level!"

They could be the leaders or monarchs of a demon race, or even emperors who rule a vast demon empire!

When you face them, behind you will be Shanghai, the hometown of each and every one of you!

Look at yourselves! Do you truly possess an eternal heart that yearns for the highest magic?

He An paced back and forth on the stage, his sharp gaze sweeping over each new student below. Whenever a new student's eyes met his, they would suddenly lower their head as if they had been electrocuted.

"What you said makes a lot of sense, but have you ever considered that students like us, who come from humble backgrounds and poor families, have always had to rely on the school's meager resources to sustain our cultivation!"

"We're not like you, a spoiled rich kid who doesn't know the hardships of life. We're going to compete with those who have countless resources but only have to put in less than a third of the effort we do. These few resources might be our only hope for the future!" A boy with a stubborn look on his face raised his head and said loudly.

Two lines of tears streamed down his face as he choked out, "How could we not have an eternal heart that yearns for the highest magic? I once knelt before a local aristocratic family for three days and three nights, begging for a little bit of cultivation resources. I also dedicated six whole years to desperately cultivating for the magic college entrance exam! Have you ever done any of that? You possess two warrior-level summoned creatures supported by the resources of two families, what gives you the right to look down on us and criticize us?"

He An watched the student from afar. The student's hands trembled uncontrollably with emotion, but his stubborn eyes remained fixed on He An, not moving an inch even when they met eyes.

"Very good. If you had had that kind of courage just now, I wouldn't have been able to take away your resources."

He An looked at the crowd and raised his voice, saying loudly, "Do you all think that I am a scion of some powerful family, born with countless resources? So defeating you is perfectly normal?"

"Yes!!!" the freshmen below the stage roared in unison.

"Alright, then I'll tell you: I'm from Bo City, and I'm an orphan," He An said calmly.

Everyone looked at He An in disbelief.

Bocheng?

The city of Bocheng, where a bloody alert occurred a few months ago that shocked the entire nation?

He said he was still an orphan.

"Yes, this monster you see as being raised by a powerful family is actually just an orphan from Bo City. Your so-called background and resources are nothing more than a few neighbors who once funded his schooling," Dean Xiao said with a sigh.

After Dean Xiao confirmed it, everyone fell silent for a moment.

An orphan who grew up without parents, he became a mid-level mage through his own efforts and also possessed two warrior-level summoned beasts.

If they had a game like that, they probably would have wanted to start over by now.

Not to mention he also experienced that nightmarish, blood-red alert.

Ding Yumin's gaze softened as she looked at He An. Before, she had only considered him a stranger she could chat with, but now—

Sitting next to her, Huang Xingli looked at He An with a complex expression in her eyes.

Good heavens, what did she say to such a miserable person before?

"I'm not revealing my identity to make you pity me, but to tell you that background, talent, and level of cultivation are not the real stumbling blocks on your path of magic."

What truly stands in your way on the path of magic is your own heart!

Do you possess a true heart that dares to pursue the highest magic?

This is what truly determines whether you are a great mage!

Before He An could finish speaking, the audience erupted in cheers and applause that lasted for a long time.