Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

Then, the tip of the fallen spear, made of the sharp spikes from the dragon's tail, pierced directly into the huge body of the black dragon!

The horrifying roar sounded again, but this time, it was mixed with a hint of disbelief, and then, more violent anger.

However, this is just the beginning.

The path opened by the spear and the light will be walked by mortals!

Wearing armor, he swooped down along the path of light that connected heaven and earth. Behind him was a murderous intent like a sea of ​​blood. The broken clouds behind him transformed into the shape of a roaring dragon, like a falling star!

"This is the Fall of the Great Wilderness Star!"

……

From the perspective of the principal and Finkel.

The boy who was about to start writing suddenly stopped, as if the pause button was pressed, and his eyes closed, as if... he fell asleep.

Mo Qiuran fell into a deep sleep, and then another thing awakened in his body.

He opened his eyes, and the dazzling golden light made the principal and Finkel look startled at the same time.

What a pair of eyes those are… They’ve experienced war and hardships, but their unyielding will has never wavered. They are people who were born to fight, with a fierce momentum, and live to die!

Just a change in a pair of eyes, the original peach blossom eyes and willow-shaped eyebrows brought about the elegant poetry all disappeared, and what remained was the steel-like fighting spirit! The name is, unyielding!

After recovering from being shocked by the aura, the principal and Finkel looked at each other subconsciously because they thought of the same thing at the same time - this was the principal's office!

The principal's office is also within the scope of the Night Watchman's Words and Disciplines!

And Mo Qiuran ignited his golden eyes effortlessly!

At least, in the eyes of the principal and Finkel, this is the golden eyes!

Therefore, the 3E exam is now meaningless to Mo Qiuran, because only those who can ignite the boiling dragon blood in the golden eyes with the Word Spirit and Discipline released by S-level are S-level!

But the principal and Finkel did not relax. Instead, they tensed their bodies. Their bulging muscles represented how nervous they were at the moment. This was because being able to ignite the boiling dragon blood in the golden pupils meant that they could release the Word Spirit. And Mo Qiuran's Word Spirit... even if it was only released a little bit, the principal's office would have to be redecorated!

In the midst of nervousness, Finkel actually remembered the joking conversation he had with Mo Qiuran yesterday. Now it seems that the joke of blowing up the school is about to come true, and it will actually start from the holy place in the students' hearts, the principal's office?

As expected of an S-level freshman, the big news never stops! Finger was on high alert, ready to strike at any moment, thinking this in his mind. He had even begun to think about how to write the news based on this. He would say [Shocking! The birth of S-level! The golden eyes ignited in the commandments], and then [Breaking news! The principal's office was almost destroyed! Who is so cruel?], and he would definitely make a lot of money with this combination of punches!

Under their tense vigilance, Mo Qiuran who lit the "Golden Eyes" did not intend to release the words.

He just glanced at the principal first, then at Finkel and Chu Zihang, and finally lowered his head and began to write silently. His straight back and cold expression were exactly the same as Chu Zihang's.

The principal and Finkel breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

……

"What do you fight for?"

A voice sounded in Mo Qiuran's mind, as if asking from the heart.

"I don't know." Mo Qiuran answered subconsciously. A slide-like image flashed through his mind, but it was a mess, just like his thoughts at the moment.

Yeah, why am I fighting? Is it really just for fun?

Or...something else?

"It doesn't matter why you fight, what matters is who you fight for!"

The man in armor stepped on the head of the black dragon and pulled out the sharp spear. His eyes looked directly at Mo Qiuran. The golden light dissipated, and it became as black as ink.

“We all have to find our place.”

Chapter 101 Mo Qiuran: This dragon is so big...can we eat it?

So, under the gaze of Atreus, Mo Qiuran spoke.

"I will find it...but now I have a question I really want to ask you." Mo Qiuran said.

"Speak, my compatriot. I am only a mortal, but my experience may be able to guide you to find your own path." Atreus nodded.

"Well, this dragon is so big..." Mo Qiuran gestured and asked cautiously, "Can I eat it?"

Atreus: "..."

"Well... I just looked at all the meat. Wouldn't it be a waste if I didn't eat it? Haven't you tasted it either? Okay, just pretend I didn't say anything." Mo Qiuran added cautiously.

"Hahaha! Of course I have tried it! Although baking bread is my hobby, meat is also indispensable!" Atreus did not get angry, but laughed, "Come, my compatriots, let me tell you my experience in cooking dragon meat!"

As he spoke, Atreus turned his gaze to the black dragon at his feet.

"There's probably no better ingredient than this. Let me show you with my actions!"

……

Chu Zihang used all his strength to shake his fist at that being, but everything was the same as before. He was no longer the child he was three years ago, but he was still so weak in front of Him.

That's, God!

The god stretched out his right palm and steadily caught the fist he swung. His body did not even shake at all. He spoke: "I don't know what you saw, but even a clay man can get angry. If you continue like this, I might fight back. Of course, if you are willing to pay, I can also not fight back and be a qualified human punching bag..."

Wait, what is this? This nasty tone and way of speaking...

Chu Zihang came back to his senses with a dazed look in his eyes. The music disappeared, and the "God" disappeared with it. The person who caught his fist was Finkel. With his huge muscles, it looked effortless for him to do this.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Seeing Chu Zihang’s eyes regained their alertness, Finkel immediately made an exaggerated expression of pain, retracted his palm and swung it, gasping for air, “Junior brother, you hurt me, this matter can’t be solved without a midnight snack!”

Chu Zihang was silent, and once again confirmed that this was not a clairvoyance or an illusion, because such a despicable illusion should not appear in his mind. If it was Mo Qiuran, it would be almost the same.

He looked down at the A4 paper in front of him. The originally blank paper was now covered with exquisite pictures. On the eight-legged Pegasus wearing heavy armor with intricate metal patterns, there was a huge black shadow holding the spear Gungnir.

God-king Odin.

A hand reached out to me. It was an old but powerful hand. It handed me a piece of toilet paper, then grabbed the A4 paper with Odin's picture on it and took it away.

"Wipe it off." The principal nodded with a smile.

Chu Zihang touched his cheek with some melancholy, and it was slightly wet.

"Sorry, I lost my temper, Principal." Chu Zihang wiped his face with paper and took a deep breath.

"No, this is not a mistake, Chu Zihang. Being able to punch the face of despair shows that you have great courage." The principal shook his head and put away the A4 paper. "As for what you have been through, everyone has secrets. If you don't think it is necessary to say it, then don't say it, and don't tell anyone else easily."

"...Yes." Chu Zihang nodded slightly, and then suddenly remembered something and looked towards Mo Qiuran's position.

Chu Zihang was slightly startled.

The sunlight shone on Mo Qiuran's face, and his peaceful sleeping expression looked particularly peaceful. There was even a suspicious crystal liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth... Wait, is that saliva?

"After finishing the test, Mo Qiuran calmly lay down and fell asleep," the principal explained, "but the test is over, so you can wake him up now."

Chu Zihang nodded and reached out his hand to wake Mo Qiuran up. However, before he touched him, Mo Qiuran's eyes had already opened and he sat up straight. The scorching golden light was almost blinding!

"Calm down, junior, the 3E exam is over!" Finkel shouted hurriedly.

Chu Zihang clearly sensed that the principal and Finkel both looked a little nervous.

"What? It's over?" Mo Qiuran said a little dazedly, and then as if he realized something, the golden light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he sucked his lips.

"Yes, it's over. Maybe we can celebrate in advance. The school has welcomed its first S-level freshman in forty years." The principal also handed him a piece of toilet paper.

"Hey, is that confirmed? Thank you, Principal." Mo Qiuran was stunned, took the toilet paper and wiped the remaining marks on the corners of his mouth. Then he saw Chu Zihang also holding a piece of toilet paper in his hand. His eyes suddenly lit up and he looked relieved. "Aha, you drool in your sleep too! So this is normal?"

So is this something to be proud of?

Chu Zihang was silent. He couldn't tell Mo Qiuran that he cried... It felt more embarrassing than drooling.

"We can determine that you are S-level because of an obvious feature. Even in the S-level Word Spirit Discipline released by the vice-principal, you can still easily ignite the golden eyes and release the Word Spirit." The principal nodded.

"So that's how it is!" Mo Qiuran suddenly realized.

"However, there is a school rule that you cannot use your spiritual power rashly in school," the principal reminded.

"Does our school have such a school rule?" Finkel couldn't help but say, with an expression on his face that said, "As a sixth-grade veteran, I don't even know how this is possible."

"Of course there is, but... because of the existence of the Word Spirit Discipline, this school rule only applies to S-level students, and given their number... there is no need for an introduction, so it is not even written into the school rules," said the principal.

"The privileges of S-class are even reflected in the school rules? How enviable!" Finkel murmured.

"This isn't something to be proud of..." Mo Qiuran said weakly, and then assured the principal proudly, "Principal, don't worry, I have always been a law-abiding student, and I will never abuse my words!"

"That's really good news," the principal nodded slightly, then remembered something, "By the way, the vice-president is also looking for you. If you are free, you can go find him. He is in the bell tower of the church. Chu Zihang can also go. This is related to the college's research work on the pure-blooded dragon that you solved..."

"Will it affect the awarding of the scholarship if I don't go?" Mo Qiuran asked subconsciously.

"Oh...that won't happen. But if you go and the research goes well, I should be able to apply for more scholarships." The principal replied after a pause.

"Then we will definitely go!" Mo Qiuran agreed immediately. Chu Zihang left his daily arrangements to Mo Qiuran without saying a word.

"I will ask Norma to make your student cards immediately and have Finkel bring them to you this afternoon. All permissions will be officially opened to you... In short, welcome to join Kassel College! Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang!" said the principal, nodding.

Chapter 8: Principal Ange: Dragon meat... can you eat it? (10/)

Principal's office.

The white bone china cup contained a glass of gleaming tea, and the bone china plate next to it contained a muffin sprinkled with rose water.

At Kassel College, it is a great honor for students to have afternoon tea with the principal. Although this should be called morning tea in terms of time, the focus is on the principal rather than afternoon tea.

Finkel, who was left behind to have tea with the principal, was an outlier. To him, this was more like torture than enjoyment, which could be seen from the beads of sweat that occasionally appeared on his forehead.

He didn't dare to meet Principal Ange's gaze at all, and his eyes kept wandering between the bone china cup in front of him and the thick brown paper document bag in the principal's hand.

Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang were no longer here. Only the principal and Finkel were in the principal's office. Mainly because Mo Qiuran kept shouting that he was almost starving to death, the principal considerately asked them to leave first... Although in Finkel's opinion, this cunning junior probably saw something and made up an excuse.

"Student Finkel." said the principal after taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, yes!" Finkel nodded immediately.

"First-year courses, all A's, second-year courses, all A's, third-year courses, all A's," the principal took the documents out of the manila file bag, spread them out on the table one by one, and looked up at Finkel, "This is a score that very few students in history have been able to achieve."

"Haha, when we are young, we are full of energy..." Finkel said with a laugh, scratching his head.

"It's not a good idea to say you're old in front of a man over 130 years old." The principal lowered his head and divided the report card into two piles. "Your grades in the last three years are also very rare for students to achieve. I mean, they are all the lowest E... Oh, and you missed one exam because... you accidentally overslept?"

"Staying up late..." Finkel said embarrassedly.

"As an educator, I have always paid close attention to my students, so after noticing this, I immediately investigated some things... Do I need to continue?" The principal seemed to have no intention of beating around the bush with Finkel, and spoke slowly while looking at him.

"No need." Finkel's face suddenly turned gloomy, and I wonder what he was thinking of.

"Very good. I don't like to oppress students. Since you want to stay in school, you must have your reasons. As long as the reasons are not to undermine the dragon-slaying career, I will not pursue them." The principal nodded, "But in exchange for not pursuing them, I want you to do me a favor."

"How can I help you, Principal?" Finkel breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to be able to talk nonsense when he was relaxed. "I am particularly good at journalism! If you, Principal, want to whitewash yourself or create momentum, all you need to do is give me an order! It's free service, and I will do my best!"

"That's not necessary," the principal smiled, "I need you to stay until the eighth grade to help me take care of a new student. As a principal, I'm not suitable to do this kind of thing."

"Eighth grade..." Finkel's eyes twitched, "Principal, you are kidding me, right? That's the class after Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang? It's more than a year later?"

"That's right. Speaking of which, classmate Mo Qiuran has some relationship with that person," the principal nodded, "I think you two should be able to chat very well."

"From what you said, Principal..." Finkel asked tentatively, "Is he your illegitimate child?"

"No, I have no blood relationship with him, I just know their parents," said the principal.

"A relative!" Finkel understood. "Don't worry, Principal. I'll be your lackey... No, I'm the best at taking care of people! I guarantee that everything from body to mind will be taken care of!"

"This care is not entirely care," the principal shook his head and whispered, "Protect him and monitor him at the same time."

……

"Well, goodbye, principal?" Finkel stood up and prepared to leave, not knowing what the principal had just said to him.

"Goodbye, Finkel. And remember, don't spread the contents of the 3E exam paper that you saw to anyone else." The principal nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, Principal. We who work in journalism know best what to say and what not to say!" Finkel nodded repeatedly.

After watching Finkel leave and closing the office door, the principal's eyes rested on the two 3E test papers left by Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran.

"God King Odin..." The principal frowned.

After a pause, not knowing what he was thinking, the principal turned over the picture and saw Mo Qiuran's answer sheet.

It was a picture that looked even a bit heartwarming. A sturdy man in heavy armor was grilling meat over a fire, with a proud expression on his face as if he was showing off his grilling skills. Next to him was a man who looked drooling over the food, with an expectant expression on his face that was completely undisguised.

If we ignore the towering dragon corpse beside them, as big as a mountain, and the obvious wound on it.

The principal watched Mo Qiuran draw this picture, but he had a hunch that no matter how many times he saw this painting, he would be shocked.

So he took out his cell phone and made a call.

After a while, the call was connected, and a drunken voice came from the other end, "Hello? Why are you calling me so early in the morning, you old bitch?"