Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"Elina! I'm warning you! It's not that I can't beat you! It's just that I don't want to attack a girl! Don't force me to abandon the dignity of the descendants of Breed!"

Derek waited quietly until the noise died down. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Derrick? What happened?" Rogers, who looked embarrassed, saw Derek with red eyes as soon as he opened the door. He quickly grabbed the other's arm and said with concern:

"Is it because the debt collection is not going well? It doesn't matter! Next time I will help you to save your face! Who bullied you?! I will beat him up for you!"

Derek's eyes became redder when he heard what she said. He sniffed and spoke with difficulty, "No one is bullying me. I just... I just think that you and Miss Elina have a really good relationship."

"She and I..." Rogers was about to argue, but seeing that the other party seemed to be in a bad mood, he put his arm around the other party's shoulders and said, "Do you want to go to the lawn and have a good chat with me?"

"No need to bother you..." Derek raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and then said to Rogers in a firm tone: "I hope you can lead us to victory!"

"Of course! The students in our school are the most hardworking and motivated in the whole grade. What other reason could there be for failure to happen to us?" Rogers promised seriously.

Chapter 54 The Hunt Begins (Two in One)

Three days passed by in a hurry.

The first-year students entering St. Herte are preparing for the first house competition in their college career.

At this moment, the sky was a flawless blue without a trace of clouds. It looked extremely pure, reminding people of the boundless ocean.

The morning sunlight slanted down, illuminating the arena of St. Helte's school.

Its specifications are larger than those of all the academy’s fighting arenas, and both the materials used and the shape make it feel more simple and heavy.

The stepped auditorium surrounding the arena was filled with students from all grades. They were all wearing the uniforms of their respective colleges, and the distinctions were clear at first glance.

In the center of the arena, hundreds of first-year students gathered and waited for the competition to begin.

Their eyes are either determined, expectant, or nervous, exuding an atmosphere unique to youth.

Montroy did not rush to the gathering place of the students of Landona College, but stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at the gathering place of the students of Hilmi College. He followed the figure of Rogers with his eyes obsessed, and his throat kept rolling and swallowing saliva.

He could feel that the smell of corruption on Logos was much stronger than before. That could only happen if the gods of the Abyss bestowed infinite blessings on him. Only believers of the Abyss could witness such a miracle.

He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turned slightly white, his body trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell.

He tried his best to suppress his overflowing excitement. He didn't even dare to move one step closer to Rogers, for fear that he would collapse to the ground due to excitement.

"It will be soon... it will be soon... when this incident is over..."

He licked his lips and murmured something that no one else could hear.

"Montroy! Did you tell the secret about Morost Academy?!"

A young man wearing the uniform of the Augustus Academy, with short light brown hair and a defiant look, came up to Montroy and started asking questions.

"Oh? Isn't this Lord Edith?" Montroy looked away with difficulty, looking at him with a half-smile: "Are you referring to those guys who are using Chief Rogers's name to make money for themselves?"

Edith's face gradually became gloomy. He didn't expect Montroy to admit it so easily.

Although Montroy was in Landona College, his mother's family was a royal aristocratic family. In addition, he seemed very withdrawn since he entered school, and happened to have little contact with the third prince, so he was chosen as one of the candidates to contact the students in Morost College.

According to the rules, Edith did not need to have direct contact with Montroy, as there was a second-year senior between them. He just needed to let Montroy know that this was an instruction from the royal nobles.

But when the incident was exposed to this extent, these cumbersome precautions became irrelevant.

"You..." Edith pointed at Montroy, who looked calm and showed no remorse, and said through gritted teeth, "Your behavior is almost like that of Rogers Brid!"

However, what he did not expect was that in the face of such extreme humiliation, Montroy did not show any anger at all. Instead, a blush rose on his feminine face, and his eyes were filled with joy as if he had been given great recognition.

"Can you...can you say that again?" Montroy's voice trembled, and his expression showed his joy at this comment.

Seeing this, Edith subconsciously took a small step back. The reason why he came to Montroy to ask for punishment was to avoid the pervert named Caspar, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him was actually something indescribable.

"You will definitely pay the price for your current actions!"

He said these words viciously and left quickly without looking back.

Montroy showed disdain when he heard this. These childish kids didn't know that by then he would no longer be in Saint Herte.

He originally wanted to cast a subtle curse on the other party to punish his disrespect, but thinking of the exciting compliment just now, he decided to be kind and forgive him this time.

As he shifted his gaze again towards the direction where the students of Hilmi Academy were gathered, several waves of magical power had already erupted there.

The students from the Holy Maiden Academy and the Demon King Academy each mobilized their magic power and continuously charged towards each other, stirring up gusts of wind and dust.

"Why aren't they fighting yet? Alice isn't here, and no one is trying to stop them. What are they so afraid of?"

Rogers was wearing a monocle on his left eye and had a magic book hanging around his waist. He was standing with his hands in his sleeves, casually commenting on the situation around him.

Foreign magic items like the monocle were not allowed to be used, but he paid a high amount of equivalent credits in exchange for the right to use this item in any competitive occasion.

The students from the two academies surrounding him not far away were all trying their best to compete with each other, but at the same time they maintained a certain tacit understanding. They neither released any substantial spells nor allowed the magic shock to sweep towards the area where Rogers was.

Although Rogers's existence was not popular, after a month of attending classes together, no one doubted his wisdom and strength, and gradually recognized that he had a status equal to that of the Saint.

"That guy has been looking at you. Are you sure there is nothing wrong?" Elena said to Rogers with a puzzled tone without looking away.

"Not a big problem." Rogers replied casually, without remembering any more requests, because the number of accumulated requests was already so large that he was too lazy to count them.

The so-called problem is that after the competition enters the second stage, the arena will be forced to be separated from the real world, and several believers of the Harvester Association will break into the arena to cause trouble for the Saint. In addition, because of his entry, the gods of the Abyss will take the initiative to call on their believers to take more actions against the gods of the Disordered Abyss.

Everything is as expected.

After all, this is the protagonist's first practical exam, so how could there not be some accidents?

After a while, the magical conflict between the Holy Maiden's House and the Demon King's House gradually subsided. Rogers looked up and saw Alice stepping into the gathering area of ​​the Hilmi House with a serious expression.

She first criticized the bad behavior of disregarding the friendship between classmates and launching a magical attack, and then slowly came to Rogers, waved her hand and used magic to raise a soundproof barrier, covering only Rogers and herself.

"There may be problems in the next competition, so you must be careful."

As soon as the barrier was raised, Alice warned Rogers with a stern expression.

"I believe the school will ensure the safety of the students." Rogers glanced at Elena, whose face sank, and replied to Alice jokingly, thinking that she was reminding the students that unlimited spellcasting between students might cause accidents.

Alice pursed her lips when she heard that. Since she had been told not to explain too much, she could only give a few more serious instructions and then asked, "How is the child now?"

"She's sleeping soundly." Rogers pondered for a moment and signaled to the other party not to worry.

The Shadow Demon had experienced many joint trainings from him and Elina in the previous month, but the results were always minimal. His stubborn temper made him refuse to listen to any education.

In the end, Rogers and Elina simply treated each other as a degraded version of Alice, waking them up from time to time to practice a few moves, and occasionally letting Lufia join in the training.

Apart from that, there is not much else to say.

Alice sensed that Rogers was reluctant to talk more, so she didn't dwell on the topic too much and continued to promise, "I will try my best to keep this competition fair."

Rogers nodded when he heard this. He understood that the school would never let the Saint lose to anyone. He also understood that even if Alice was forcibly recognized as the first place by the school, she would not use this "false ranking" to ask him to fulfill the bet made a month ago.

This was also the reason why he readily agreed to the bet at that time.

"Be careful." Alice patiently reminded again before removing the barrier, and then returned to the crowd of students from the Holy Maiden Academy.

It was at this moment that Vice President Avery and several deans appeared out of thin air above the arena, between the gathering place of the participating students and the audience seats.

The vice-president first followed the old procedures and recounted the long-standing traditions of Saint Herte, and then mentioned that a certain famous magician or sage had also shed his blood in this arena.

Then the points system rules for this competition were announced.

Points are divided into personal points and college points.

For example, when a student completes the corresponding competition task, or expels other students to gain points, the score will be divided into two parts, one for the individual and the other for the college.

When a student is expelled from the competition, his or her individual points will be reduced to one-tenth, while the college points will remain unchanged.

When the points are settled after the game, the total number of college points obtained by each college will be divided by the number of students in each college to rank them.

The biggest purpose of doing this is to weaken the influence of those strong individual students so as to better demonstrate the overall level of each college.

As Rogers listened, he couldn't help but frown. The vice-president had been talking for so long, but he didn't mention anything about the special situation of Hilmi being divided into two houses.

It seems that the two colleges will be settled as a whole Hilmi College.

But in this case, wouldn't Alice and I have to argue endlessly after the game about some unclear points?

However, he was not given the opportunity to express his opinions. After the vice-president finished his speech, he simply waved his wooden stick, causing the scenes around the people from each college to move, and in the blink of an eye, they were sent to the entrance corridor.

Rogers had entered a similar corridor before his duel with Caspar, but unlike the last time in the academy arena, the end of the corridor this time became a magic circle made up of nested circular geometric shapes.

Countless tadpole-like runes slowly sank and floated in it. Students who had received basic education in magic array courses could see that it was not yet time for this array to be truly activated.

The stone slabs under everyone's feet were flat and hard, and the surface seemed to have been stepped on countless times, leaving traces of wear and tear both new and old.

Rogers looked through the colorful light and shadow cast by the hole on the ceiling and glanced at the forty or so people in the corridor. They were all his students, and there was no trace of any students from the Holy Maiden Academy.

It is clearly scored as a whole, but they enter separately?

He didn't quite understand the school's move and wondered if the school was afraid that students from the two academies would fight in the corridor.

Shaking off his chaotic guesses, he cleared his throat and spoke loudly to the people in front of him:

“According to the rules, as the chief, I should have made a few lengthy and inspiring statements.

“But the competition is about to start, so let me first say something that may be useful to everyone.

"Regarding the individual points gained from this competition, I will no longer require you to hand in your points. Also, students who expel more than five students from other colleges can also draw corresponding prizes from the final rewards settled by the school."

The people in the Demon King's Academy had no reaction to Roger's speech at first, but when they heard that personal points could be privatized, they couldn't help but burst into cheers.

After a month, they had completely forgotten that these things should have belonged to them.

"Why would you deliberately expel students from other schools? Isn't completing the competition tasks normally the fastest way to gain points?"

As the cheers died down, a student raised his own question.

"Good question!" Rogers nodded at the other party, and then started talking about theories like chain of suspicion, the law of the dark forest, and that no one can be trusted except students from the same school.

The expressions of everyone who heard it slowly changed from dazed to solemn, and even fearful.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with normal competitions, but according to Rogers' understanding of future competitions, the ratio of strength confrontation between students will gradually increase, and the current melee is one of the best opportunities to improve personal strength.

He does not like the greedy algorithm that only seeks the temporary optimal solution, but wants to play the long game and catch the big fish, in the hope that this group of followers will bring him greater benefits in the future.

“Next, we will face not our classmates, but our enemies.

“Think about those students of the Saint’s Academy who have been relying on the glory of the Saint to slander us at will; think about those scoffers who branded you as students of the Demon King’s Academy just because you were forced to follow me.

“No one wants his enemies to stand while he himself falls.

"Therefore, I hope you can use the fastest and most efficient method to deal a double blow to the enemies both mentally and physically!

"If you can attack from behind, don't fight head-on.

"If you can cheat and plot, don't be open and aboveboard.

“If you can attack together, don’t fight alone.

“If you can completely expel them, don’t just knock them out.

"If you can knock him out, don't just injure him severely.

"If you can inflict serious injuries, don't just inflict minor injuries.

"If you have a ranged spell, use it. Make sure you are at a distance that allows you to escape at any time.

"In short, you must put aside your dignity, strive for efficiency, and strike them and destroy them at all costs! You must know that if you pity the enemy, you will bleed!

"If you can't let go of your dignity, and other students in the same college do this and get a lot of credits, then you will be left far behind everyone else, completely at the tail end of the normal distribution, and you will never be able to climb up again!"

Rogers loudly preached the wisdom of unlimited fighting skills, and then his tone gradually softened and he continued to speak calmly:

“A pack of wolves travel a thousand miles to get meat, while a pack of dogs travel a thousand miles to eat shit.

"I hope you can show me, and let those rubbish in the Saint's House, see who is the stronger one.

"Does anyone remember what I often said to you before?"

Under the influence of [Liqi Special], many students' faces have already turned red, their breathing has become heavy, and their emotions are exploding and burning like a bonfire.

"All for credits!"

One student's forehead was bulging with veins and he shouted loudly.

“Credits are everything!!!”

Dozens of people followed suit and roared. The sound gathered into a thunderous noise, spreading throughout the entire corridor, as if it had stirred up a storm that would echo forever.

"Good! Very energetic!" Rogers nodded with satisfaction. He cleared his throat again:

"Since those guys have given our hospital the bad name of 'Devil King', let us let them see the horror of 'Devil King'!"

Just at this moment, the magic circle behind Rogers began to glow with light, and countless tadpole-like runes were flowing around a mysterious route.