Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

As night fell, the magical light shone into the eyes of every spectator.

Everyone waited quietly, waiting for the champion to be born!

At the same time, the number of posts on the academy's forum began to surge, and all the posts were related to one thing: the Blood Flame Tournament.

"To kill Maeve and Kamara with a single sword strike, just what kind of monster is that blue-armored swordsman? You must know that although Maeve was a contestant from the Little Wizards Organization, she was, after all, the leading figure that Acid Hut had put forward for this competition."

"Kamara fared even worse; his neck was severed... He didn't utter a single word. I have confirmed information that he has already spent over 100 magic stones on treatment, reducing his earnings from the arena finals by one-fifth. It's like he's spending money to suffer."

"I suggest you take a look at Killian. He's in a much worse state. He was dismembered, and I heard he hasn't been saved yet."

"Why talk about these losers, especially that clown Killian? He was all talk and no action before the match, but he messed up for me during the match... I lost all the magic stones I had painstakingly saved up."

"It's over! Roland Colt is the champion of this Bloodflame Tournament!!!"

The post ended abruptly, seemingly frozen in time. However, within a few breaths, the college forum began to flood with posts without restraint.

At the same time, Roland, who had just slain the last enemy, shone with a white magical light. Looking at the teleportation array beneath his feet, he exhaled a weary breath: "It's finally over!"

After Roland retrieved all the Puji into his summoning space, a change occurred before his eyes.

The next moment, he appeared on a high platform. Roland looked around and found that his position was just above everyone in the arena.

"Roland Colt, congratulations on winning the first Bloodflame Tournament."

Roland turned his head and saw an old man in a yellow wizard's robe with a smile on his face slowly walking over. He seemed like a kind and amiable elder, provided that one ignored the third eye growing out of his forehead.

"This is... the Eye of the Abyss?"

"Is this wizard so confident in himself that he dares to use things from the abyss to modify his bloodline?"

The Abyss Plane is a super-world comparable to the Wizarding World, and its strongest characteristic is contagion, which has an indescribable thirst for the powerful in the Astral Plane.

According to the wizards' research, if one continues to be exposed to abyssal energy, one is likely to be assimilated by it and degenerate into an abyssal life form completely controlled by the will of the abyss.

But this wizard before me... seems to have become too tainted by the Abyss...

Roland looked horrified. The old man's blood-red eyes between his brows seemed to be alive, constantly rolling up and down, as if they were scrutinizing him.

"You are..." Roland asked hesitantly.

"I am Lester Hammer, the current headmaster of the Deep," Headmaster Lester said, then added, "a wizard who is currently pursuing the mysteries of the Abyss."

Lester nodded to Roland, took his hand, and led him to the edge of the platform. He cleared his throat and announced, "The Bloodflame Tournament is now over. The champion is Roland Colt!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us rejoice! The wizarding seed for this year's Dark Caverns has been born!"

As the words fell, the arena was completely ignited with emotion, especially for some of the poor apprentices from the deep caverns. It was simply unbelievable that Roland Colt, a figure who had always been questioned in the forums, had actually won the championship in front of everyone with a crushing victory.

After that, Roland received a "Blood Flame" badge, representing honor and status.

This badge will only be awarded to the strongest player in each tournament in the future!

Furthermore, this badge also brings Roland an additional reward: he can use it to exchange for apprentice-level rewards in the academy's treasury.

Anything available in the treasure vault can be exchanged.

......

In the audience, Moro of the House of Wizards showed a gratified expression. Roland was indeed a talented young man, no wonder he suited his taste. However, in an instant, his old face fell.

"What's wrong, Senior Moro? Shouldn't we be happy?" Kate walked over, looking at Senior Moro's dark face with a puzzled expression, and said, "Roland won the championship..."

"That's precisely why I'm unhappy!"

Moro looked dejected: "Wow... I placed my bet too late, the odds have gone down."

"If there is a next time, I will definitely choose Roland without hesitation."

"Hehe..." Olivia blinked her amber eyes, her little face beaming with joy: "It's okay, Senior Moro, I'll definitely tell you next time I have the chance."

Moro glanced at the purple-haired girl beside him, a strange expression on his face. He rubbed his hands together and said, "Olivia... you must have made a lot of money."

"Tell me about it..."

Olivia was in a great mood and whispered, "Senior Moro, I'll tell you a secret."

"Roland and I invested a total of one thousand magic stones, and we invested them shortly after the game opened."

"That's the highest odds!"

Moro's expression froze, cursing inwardly.

Damn, how much money is that? I had odds of 1.3 before the market closed. Almost no one on this academy forum believed Roland could win, let alone Roland's meditative behavior after he went in.

With that move, Roland's odds would have skyrocketed. Everyone else is fighting tooth and nail, and you're meditating under a big tree? Isn't that ridiculous?

After the awards ceremony, Roland followed Dean Lester to a box in the arena.

"Roland, your blue-armored swordsman seems quite unusual." Lester sat down. "Does he possess an otherworldly inheritance?"

Roland raised an eyebrow, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded, saying, "Yes, Dean Lester, that is indeed the case."

"This was obtained for me by my teacher, Ashius."

After Dean Lester learned the answer, he did not delve further into the question, but instead handed over the reward that belonged to Roland.

One dose of Tide Radiance Potion!

One dose of the potion can save nearly a third of the meditation time required during the third-level apprenticeship.

"This is a potion from the 'Land of Ten Thousand Towers,' a high-level wizarding territory. It is extremely precious and can rapidly increase mental strength without any side effects after use."

"There aren't many bottles left in the academy," Dean Lester continued. "Therefore, as is customary, to prevent wizarding apprentices from selling them privately, you need to take them in front of me."

"This is to ensure your safety, and also to ensure that the medicine does not fall into the hands of others."

Roland nodded: "That's how it should be!"

"By the way, when you take the medicine, remember to fully practice the destiny meditation method your teacher taught you."

"If my prediction is correct, you can take advantage of taking the medicine to construct a smaller star chart extending from the leveraged star chart."

"What's your name?" Lester scratched his head.

"The smile of the goddess of fortune!" Roland explained softly.