Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

At this moment, the mentally ill person who had been knocked unconscious by the waves woke up and immediately let out a terrified scream, extremely frightened by the bald man's appearance, and crawled outside using both hands and feet.

"No one can escape my grasp!"

However, the bald man knocked him unconscious again with a single slap and continued to drag him inside.

The underground area wasn't very long, and the dim wall lamps didn't illuminate much of the space, making it appear even darker.

At the end of the path was a door. Bai Mo and his companion followed the bald man through it, and the view suddenly opened up before them.

This is a spacious training ground, at least the size of two football fields.

Despite its exceptionally large size, the interior decoration was extremely simple, lacking the high-tech feel of a typical underground base with its cold metal walls and bright skylights.

The entire training ground is made of rock, which looks like it was formed by magic by a high-level earth mage. The surrounding walls are the same, and the only light source here is the large lamps shining down.

It was dull, monotonous, and like a prison.

On the training ground, magical barriers could be seen opening one by one, dividing the vast training ground into small sections.

Those who were close to them could see what was happening inside through the barrier.

However, just one glance was enough to make Bai Mo and Mo Fan tremble all over, wishing they could appear immediately and destroy this place.

Inside, many six- or seven-year-old children were fighting. They were clearly very young, but their trainers showed no mercy, forcing them to beat and kill each other.

Bai Mo even saw some children who were about to be beaten to death, lying on the ground barely alive, their clothes barely covering them, their bodies covered in bruises, their faces indistinct, but the battle would not stop because of this.

"Keep fighting! I've said it before, if at least two of you don't die today, none of you will leave here!"

However, the trainer was completely unconcerned, urging them to continue with a cold expression.

What's even more unsettling is that the person training these children is only a little older, around sixteen or seventeen years old.

"What are these beasts doing!" Mo Fan could no longer contain himself, his anger surging within him.

Although he only saw the tip of the iceberg of the entire training ground, what he saw was enough to send chills down his spine.

Anyone with compassion, any sound values, and any normal person would not do such a thing, nor would they be able to bear seeing such a thing!

The bald man continued walking forward, a cold glint in Bai Mo's eyes as he watched the mentally ill man he was dragging along. Now, the mentally ill man actually looked quite young, close to twenty, and his face, cleansed of dirt, had a somewhat handsome appearance.

The bald man seemed about to punish the handsome young man, but Bai Mo stopped Mo Fan from making a move:

"Let's take another look!"

As they ventured deeper into the training ground, scenes set within the barrier came into view.

Training combat skills and imparting magical knowledge are fairly normal.

Finally, they even witnessed each other fighting to the death, their hands flashing with cold light, each strike aimed at vital points! It was a true life-or-death struggle!

With each scene they encountered, their faces grew increasingly grim. Without needing to interrogate or guess, they already knew what this place was for.

This is clearly a training ground for assassins!

Finally, Bai Mo and his companion, shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere, followed the bald man to a training ground isolated by a barrier.

Upon entering, Bai Mo and his companion frowned. The entire area was a blood-brown color, a stark contrast to the yellowish-brown ground outside. The varying shades of brown were extremely irregular, and there were rotting, unidentified objects on the ground, along with stark white bones embedded within.

Even through the space between them, the strong, pungent smell of blood made it difficult for them to breathe.

"What is this place for? With all this blood, there must be hundreds, even thousands, of dead people here!"

Mo Fan had just managed to control his anger, but upon seeing the ground, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. After all, he was a hunter, and his judgment of bloodstains was infallible.

"You'll find out soon."

The cold voice was like a chilling wind brushing against his face; Mo Fan almost couldn't tell that it was Bai Mo speaking.

As the bald man dragged the handsome young man in, the seven or eight high school-aged boys who were already in the area all stepped forward in neat rows, shouting in unison:

"Instructor!"

The bald man nodded slightly, then pointed to the handsome man being dragged beside him and said:

"The assessment continues, but we need to add one more person, and that's him!"

None of the people reacted to these words. The man's bald head reflected the light, making him appear even more sinister and terrifying. His voice continued:

"Maintaining rationality at all times is the first key to mission success. This thing has taken care of your daily needs for seven years, but now it's thinking of running away. It's up to you to deal with it."

"But before that, you need to complete the real test!" the bald man said, a cruel and amusing smile appearing on his face as he clapped his hands.

A group of expressionless young men walked in, and in their arms were several middle-aged men and women. These middle-aged men had injuries on their bodies, and it was clear that they had been beaten and scolded a lot.

"Cliff! It really is you!"

There were seven middle-aged men in total, which matched the group of teenagers perfectly. They were all shackled. As soon as they entered, an old woman with white hair and a worried face saw one of the seven teenagers and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

She took two forceful steps forward to the boy named Cliff, her arms trembling as if she wanted to break free and embrace him.

However, Cliff remained indifferent, completely unmoved by the tears that involuntarily streamed down the old woman's face.

"Don't you recognize me? I'm your mother!"

"I know." The calm words came from Cliff's mouth, and before the old woman could ask any further questions, his words, as deep as the snow of winter, fell to the ground once more.

"That was before. I don't need my parents anymore. If you had died sooner, you wouldn't have needed to come here to see me."

The old woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she lowered her head in disbelief, trying to see if the dagger that had pierced her chest belonged to the child in front of her. However, her head remained raised, and her entire body fell heavily to the ground, with gushing blood slowly flowing out and covering the ground.

This scene stunned the middle-aged men who had just entered. Their gazes lingered between the children who looked remarkably like their own lost children and Cliff's mother lying on the ground, and they were at a loss for what to do.

The two people, Bai Mo and Bai Mo, who were hidden in the inner space, were also shocked by this ruthless scene.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy thud as if a sandbag had been smashed shattered broke the panic in their hearts. Cliff was seen crashing into the barrier like mud, his head bleeding profusely, and several bones in his body broken.

"I've said it before, your test is to kill them bit by bit. All the methods you've learned need to be used on them, not killed all at once!"

The bald man dispersed the frost-covered staff he had conjured in his hand, and glanced coldly at Cliff, who was struggling to get up from the ground. "Go to the Dark Chamber and lock yourself up for ten days."

Cliff didn't say anything, lowered his head, and limped out.

Bai Mo and his companion couldn't help but react to what the bald man had just said. They had walked through the training ground before and knew what was taught there.

Those methods were no less cruel than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty, yet these teenagers were to use them on people who were very likely their relatives.

I thought Nash's actions were ruthless enough, but I didn't expect this bald man to be even more brutal and vicious.

"Still want to watch?!" Mo Fan's extremely suppressed voice came through.

"Let's do it, but keep it quiet. This barrier is quite effective at isolating enemies," Bai Mo said. He wasn't a cold robot; he didn't need to make decisions rationally every moment.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear!"

Mo Fan grinned maliciously, and flames surged instantly around him, carrying him through space and appearing beside the bald man.

"Fierce Fist Dragon!"

The sudden appearance of the blazing fireman surprised the man, but it didn't throw him off balance.

As the crimson dragon attacked the wall, a thick water shield blocked its path. The dragon plunged into the water and vanished instantly.

"Where did this rat come from? With your cultivation level, you think you can save people?"

A ferocious smile spread across the man's face, and a sharp, slender ice needle instantly materialized in his hands, its icy power no less than that of the frozen coffin.

He held the ice needle in his hand and thrust it towards Mo Fan, who was standing close at hand.

"Space Greatsword!"

But at that moment, a flash of silver light appeared, and a huge silver heavy sword suddenly appeared above the bald man's head, falling with the weight of a mountain.

The bald man's expression changed. He glanced around and realized that there was another person who had silently appeared nearby, and that he had knocked out the other kids.

Feeling the heavy spatial pressure on his body, and the sharp spatial energy that followed closely behind, the bald man secretly thought that something was wrong, but his response was unusually skillful.

His attack continued unabated, white ice needles flew from his hand, shooting towards Mo Fan like javelins. At the same time, a dark crystal shield appeared above his head.

This is a shield artifact he crafted at a high price using obsidian; it can withstand even a full-force attack from a ruler-level creature.

However, the spatial greatsword landed on the obsidian shield. Its sharp, cold light was something that this shield, which could only block attacks from commander-level creatures, could not withstand. Under the cutting force of spatial gravity and the condensed spatial blade, the obsidian shield shattered inch by inch.

The bald man's expression changed drastically, and a thick, black armor immediately appeared on his body, but he was still directly knocked down by the heavy force, and a deep crack appeared on the thick armor.

"He's in your hands now."

Bai Mo said something to Mo Fan and came to the handsome man. Since they appeared, he no longer had a deathly pale face. His eyes were fixed on them, and his face no longer showed the madness he had shown before.

"We're here to rescue people, and incidentally to eliminate the person behind the Shadow. I bet you can bring us some surprises."

"Oh, finally someone has come to save us! Please, take us out of here quickly!" the handsome man cried out.

How many of you are there?

"Every year, many people graduate from the base, and new people also come every year. In total, there are nearly 10,000 people at the base."

Knowing he would need the help of this extraordinary-looking mage to get out, the handsome young man meticulously explained everything about the base located inside the green mountains.

After listening to him quietly, Bai Mo roughly understood that they were currently in the first training ground, where promising talents who had been here for some time would be stationed.

The trainers at this base refer to these people, who were brought in from outside, as "seedlings."

Each year, as the seedlings mature, new seedlings are introduced. In total, about 5,000 new seedlings are introduced each year, while about 2,000 mature seedlings.

As for the others, they all lost their lives during the brutal training.

The handsome young man was one of the promising talents from a few years ago. He was left here as an employee to take care of the many promising talents after his mission failed.

There are quite a few people like him here.

Besides the bald man, there were two other instructors here, both of whom were high-ranking and controlled the entire training process for the trainees.

Where is the second training ground?

Bai Mo asked, knowing that the group of people Zheying had sent in a while ago should be in the Second Square.

"Just keep walking after you leave the barrier, and you'll arrive after passing through another passage," the handsome young man said.

"Very good." Nodding slightly, Bai Mo looked at Mo Fan, who had already dealt with the bald man. "I'll go out and take a look. You stay here with them."

"Get out? Once you're on my Assassin's Guild's territory, no one can leave!"

Just then, a sharp, cold female voice rang out, and the barrier suddenly opened, revealing a tall woman dressed as a doctor and a man dressed as a successful businessman in a suit leading a group of people in front of Bai Mo and the others.

"How did they find it? Is this barrier not working?"

Mo Fan frowned, somewhat surprised. Bai Mo glanced around and, seeing the barrier activated next door, exclaimed in realization:

"It was discovered by people coming in and out from over there."

His doubts were also clarified by the doctor's words. No wonder the Caribbean countries like Mexico couldn't do anything about the Shadow Organization, no wonder all those who led the destruction of Shadow died, and no wonder someone could make an organization with seven high-level mages work for them.

"So it's the Assassin's Guild! But you lot are no match for me."

Bai Mo glanced around and saw that more and more young assassins were gathering here as the doctor and the man in the suit appeared.

Most of them are intermediate level, and some are even beginner level; they are all seedlings that have been nurtured to maturity.

He won't show mercy to a guy who's lost all humanity.

"Hmph! You're young, but you've got quite the nerve. You think killing that bald guy makes you a match for us?!"

The female doctor sneered, "Even if you manage to leave, the Assassin's Guild will come after you. If you offend us, your friends, your lover, your family—none of them will get away with it!" (End of Chapter)