Your notoriety is known to everyone.

"Really?" Seeing that Rogers was so upright, the Spirit of Game was a little unsure for a moment. He pondered for a moment and then said:

"Looking at the way you beat and killed these Abyss believers, it doesn't seem like you are in the same group with them. So why did you summon me out with the blessing of the Abyss?"

"Um...that is, can I invite you to sit in the bottomless pit for a while?" Rogers straightened the collar of his robe and asked in a polite and gentle voice.

After all, no matter how inferior the other party is, he is still a real god and the necessary respect should be given.

The spirit of the game was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then burst into a piercing roar, and the entire competition venue was stirred up by a strong wind.

Rogers's fluffy silver hair was blown by the wind, and his magic robe swayed from side to side.

He couldn't understand what language the other party was using, but he felt that every note was like a sharp blade that could pierce the air.

But he should be scolding me, he thought.

Rogers did not feel too uncomfortable about this, and he maintained his friendly smile as always.

The blessing bestowed upon him by the gods of the Bottomless Pit was very secretive, and the school could not possibly discover it. The Spirit of the Game would have discovered it when he entered the second stage of the competition and took the initiative to kill the members of the Harvester Association. Only then would the other party have known about it thanks to the Abyss of Disorder's familiarity with the Bottomless Pit.

If I let the other party go back, it will definitely bring me a lot of trouble, so sending him to the bottomless pit is the best result.

"After the sacrifice, there must be a response, and after winning the game, there must be a reward. This is an unchanging rule.

"Your ritual asks me to help you achieve a great victory, but in response to your impolite request at this moment, I can only give you one chance, a chance to defeat me...

"Wait! I am the elf of the game! The only way to defeat me is through the game! Otherwise, you will never achieve your goal!"

After venting, the Spirit of the Game explained the rules in a deep voice. However, when He saw Rogers pick up the magic book to gather magic power, He hurriedly finished His words.

"That makes sense. What are we going to compete for?" Rogers nodded slowly in agreement. He thought to himself that if he couldn't win, he could just hold a ritual to send it over.

“After you sacrificed the chess piece, I learned about the game of Loges.

“I have to say that you are very creative, but this move has the property of forcing a draw, and it is not easy to play in the current game.

"But if I set the questions, it would go against my request to help you win a big victory. Do you have any other games?" The spirit of the game slowly floated up, looked at Rogers and asked.

Rogers frowned, pondered for a moment, and then mentioned two board games: Tic-Tac-toe and Beast Chess.

He has learned the tactics of Tic-Tac-toe, a game with an optimal solution that can ensure that he at least does not lose.

As for Beast Chess, it is more direct. As long as the player who goes first does not make mistakes and follows the routine, he will definitely win.

The Spirit of the Game fell into silence after listening to these rules. After a while, He did not give His own opinion, but asked if there were any other ideas about the game.

Rogers stroked his chin, realizing that the other party had no desire to make a choice, but just wanted to hear more ideas, so he went on to talk about how to play many games from his previous life.

In addition to some classic chess, card and sports games, he also focused on a lot of TRPG-type sandbox, war chess or role-playing games.

During this time, the Spirit of the Game would occasionally interrupt and ask questions about things like numerical judgments, and Rogers patiently gave the god appropriate answers one by one.

It can be said that the Spirit of the Game is worthy of the authority related to the game. Not only can He quickly understand these complicated rules, but He can also constantly find loopholes or expand more interesting settings.

The conversation between the man and the god gradually became like that of two good friends with the same hobbies. They sat cross-legged on the ground, discussing everything about the game.

"Rogers, maybe I shouldn't stay in Saint Hert and go out for a walk more often.

"With my perception, I will definitely be able to find you earlier and make you my chosen one."

After talking for a long time, the Spirit of the Game let out a long sigh full of regret. He took the chess piece representing the soldier from Rogers and lowered his head in silence.

Rogers slowly placed his hand on the cover of the magic book, observing the other party's reaction all the time.

He could sense that the god in front of him was not in a good mood, as if he no longer wanted to continue fighting him.

“My real name is Beheimezer. I was born in a game where chaos explores order, and then I gained intelligence due to the chaos that broke out in the game.

“I like children, so my incarnation is a child and my character is like a child; I like games, so I will uphold the rules of the game.

“But games are also about creating order out of chaos, so I also like the idea of ​​doing something new and different in games.

"Rogers, you are a blessed child, a child with extraordinary knowledge. You will bring new and wonderful changes to the world. I am very happy to meet you."

The spirit of the game stood up, the long cloth on his body fluttering in the wind, and his words were full of melancholy:

“From the moment you performed the ritual, I knew I had lost.

"For a weak god like me, this is an inevitable fate, so I don't hate you.

"Thank you for telling me about such an interesting game. Now, follow your ideas and send me to my destined destiny."

Rogers leaned forward slightly and wanted to say something in reply, but seemed to feel that it was inappropriate, so he closed his mouth again.

After hesitating for a while, he slowly stood up, solemnly stroked his chest with his right hand, bowed and performed a very standard greeting etiquette to the Spirit of the Game.

Then he turned and walked to the half-conscious Melusie, subconsciously thinking of kicking her to wake her up, but he chose to bend down and hit her twice with the magic book.

"When the gods gave you the oracle, they should have given you a way to send this god to the bottomless pit, right?"

When Rogers saw that the other party had woken up, he said that since the situation allowed it at the moment, he did not want to do it himself anymore. This way, he could tell the truth later that it was the spirit of the game sacrificed by the members of the Harvester Association.

Melusie struggled to stand up and nodded hard. She patted her head a few times, praised Rogers' wisdom and ability, then knelt on the ground with her hands clasped together, holding something in her hands, and recited a series of difficult and blasphemous sentences.

The lines in the sky gathered together as Melusie chanted, and finally turned into a broken gap, as if a curtain was forcibly torn apart.

The breath coming out of the gap made Rogers feel extremely happy, as if it was a door that could lead him back to his hometown, giving him a warm and familiar feeling.

As the spirit of the game continued to fly towards the crack, a prompt box popped up at the appropriate time.

【Notice! The mission has been successfully completed! 】

[The gods of the bottomless pit are arguing over who will give you the prize, so the reward will be delayed. ]

[Information! The spirit of the game in the Abyss of Disorder has given you a parting gift. He hopes that after you return to Saint Herte, you will like the game he prepared for you. ]

[Notice! The spirit of the game in the Abyss of Disorder said that He will not really perish. He hopes to play an interesting game with you in the future when time is immeasurable.]

"Lord Holy Son? Are you unhappy? Do you think the oracle is not perfect enough?" Melusie's injuries seemed to have recovered a lot due to the opening of the crack. She walked to Rogers and asked curiously.

"It's a little imperfect." Rogers replied with a slight smile.

He took a deep breath and patiently told Melusie what she should not tell anyone about him, and also told her not to come to him without his permission.

Melusie nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, and at the same time, she once again engraved the contract in her mind.

"Well, the play is over, and it's time for the actors to leave." Rogers waved to Melusie, then pinched the college badge in his uniform pocket and injected magic power into it.

The things in front of me suddenly turned and moved, swirling and dancing rapidly like an ink painting.

Before the scene in front of his eyes could return to normal, someone suddenly rushed into his arms, sobbing softly and hugged him tightly.

Based on the feeling on his chest, he was sure that this was not Elena.

Sure enough, when his vision became clear again, Rogers saw Elena, whose face was gradually becoming gloomy, and the vice-president and professors standing beside her.

Everyone seemed to be in a corridor, including Derek and Eunice. The expressions on their faces were surprisingly similar, and their eyes revealed an expression of being extremely shocked by the scene before them when they looked at Rogers.

Chapter 60 Two Troubles

"Can you please let me go?" Rogers said with a little discomfort.

He only felt that the other party's strength was extremely great, as if he wanted to completely merge him into his arms, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Sorry, are you hurt?!"

Alice quickly let go when she heard that. She nervously looked up and down at Rogers' body, with worry and uneasiness in her eyes.

Vice Principal Avery, who was not far away, cleared his throat, raised his cane deliberately and then slammed it to the ground.

However, this extremely clear reminder did not attract Alice's attention. She was still concerned about Rogers's condition until Elena stepped forward and pulled Rogers aside, which made him stop.

"Lady Saint, I hope you can pay attention to your dignity and your identity." Elina's pretty face was slightly cold, and she warned coldly: "Also, he is engaged."

"I... I was just worried about my friend, and Rogers took on the responsibility that I should have fulfilled regardless of his own safety, so I..."

Alice calmed down a little after making sure that Rogers wasn't injured. When facing Elena's hostile gaze, her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of guilt, and her subsequent explanations gradually became quieter until they could no longer be heard.

"Um, can you please let go too? You're holding on too tightly." Rogers said to Elena helplessly.

"I'm worried about you, too." Elina's grip loosened a lot, but she still didn't let go of Rogers' arm. She just responded in an extremely serious tone.

The sound of the cane tapping the ground was heard regularly in the corridor. Avery walked slowly to the three people with a complicated expression. She brushed Alice behind her and looked up at Rogers: "Please let me ask a question first, child, do you know where the referee of the competition is now?"

Rogers had anticipated this question, and he began to briefly explain: the members of the Harvest Cult performed a magic skill that he was not aware of, which caused a crack in the sky above the competition venue, and the referee was sucked in by the crack...

Finally, he added: "Before the referee left, he said he would leave a game for me."

Avery frowned upon hearing this, and stared at Rogers carefully with his old eyes. After a long while, he sighed deeply and said slowly:

"He has given you a blessing from His authority, but the power of this blessing is very weak and has great plasticity. You still need to slowly develop it yourself."

"Blessing?" Rogers looked surprised. He didn't feel anything, and the system didn't give any prompts.

"Because the divine power contained in this blessing is too weak, it will take some time to brew before it manifests," Avery explained.

"Thank you, Vice Principal. I understand." Rogers nodded slowly.

At this moment, he somewhat understood the expression on the face of the Spirit of the Game when he described himself as weak. Even normal blessings had to be recharged. It was really pitiful.

"In addition to these, you have a small trouble and a big trouble, I will tell you about them at this time.

"It's just a small trouble that classmate Rivers reported your behavior of cheating us, but it doesn't matter, you can continue to keep your points. It's just that whether these points will be included in the total score of the college still needs to be discussed and reviewed.

"The big trouble is because of the linguistics you founded. My child, there are many factions in the magic world, and your views on spells have dealt a huge blow to some schools. The leaders of those schools wrote to me, hoping that you can hold a public lecture and Q&A with them.

"So you have to prepare well, but don't worry too much about it. Saint Herte will be your strongest support."

After Avery finished speaking, he looked at Elena who had been holding onto Rogers' arm, then glanced sideways at Alice, shook his head and sighed inexplicably.

Rogers felt very strange when he heard about these two troubles. First, he wondered where Rivers got the courage from, and second, he wondered how the magic world could know linguistics so quickly?

He looked at Idrul, Alana and Kuli among the professors not far away with a puzzled look.

Idrul and Kuli were staring at Alana fiercely with angry eyes, while the latter took a small step back with a wandering look.

"Thank you for telling me, professor. I will prepare it." Rogers promised Avery while touching his chest, thinking that he would have to have a good talk with Professor Alana later.

Besides being a nuisance, this might also be a good opportunity.

"Okay, regarding what happened when the competition entered the second stage, I hope you can keep it a secret for the school, and don't leak any information related to the Harvest Cult." Avery patted the back of Rogers' hand and turned to look at Derek and Eunice.

Naturally, they all agreed readily. Rogers guessed that this would also help conceal the fact that the Saint was expelled from the competition by him. Perhaps this was what the school wanted to cover up the most.

Avery gave them a few final words of gentle advice, then waved goodbye and sent them directly back to their respective dormitories.

"I don't think those old guys are here to listen to the lecture or ask questions! They are here for the talents of the students in our Hilmi Academy! We should keep those greedy people out of the gate of Saint Herte!"

Idrul was extremely angry at the combined pressure from those schools and made the proposal out loud in indignation.

But apart from Kuli, no other professors joined in and agreed.

They just looked at Idrul, Alana and Kuli coldly.

"What is linguistics? This kid has the talent to found a school of thought? Why don't we know anything about it?"

An old professor asked the question slowly and calmly, his gray eyes staring straight at the three deans standing together.

The atmosphere in the entire corridor gradually became quiet, and several professors even silently blocked the surrounding time and space, making it impossible for anyone to use teleportation magic or activate such props here.

……

At dusk, the sky was tinged with a light orange-red.

Rogers lamented that it was already so late. Not long after he returned to his dormitory, Elena and Lufia came over with pastries.

"Do you want to take a shower first? You smell really bad now."

Elina had just set the table and was sitting on the sofa when her nose twitched slightly and she spoke to Rogers beside her with disdain.

"Ah? Is that so?" Rogers lowered his head and sniffed a few times, but didn't smell any bad odor.

"Yes, if you can't wash it clean, I can help you." Elena's expression was solemn and her brows were furrowed.

She rolled up her sleeves, looking ready to help at any time.

"No need, I can go by myself." Rogers waved his hand to refuse and walked towards the bathroom.

After all, you’ve been working hard all day, so it’s time to take a good wash.

Chapter 61: Growing Charm

In the spiral tower classroom in the early morning, Rogers supported his chin and quietly gazed at the scenery outside the window through the tall and narrow window frame.

A dark cloud was floating in the sky. Tiny raindrops fell slowly from the sky, hitting the window with a ticking sound, and covering the college scenery outside the window with a thin layer of mist.