Your notoriety is known to everyone.

[The actor despised your acting skills, and he thought the excessive bleeding was a big failure. ]

Chapter 70 Extended Drama

At the moment the blood splattered, a dazzling torrent of elements suddenly hit Eunice, pushing her straight towards the stone wall not far away.

Rogers caught a glimpse of Elina, the source of the attack, with an extremely gloomy face, and thought that this guy would probably make a fuss again afterwards.

But there was no time to think more at this moment. The moment Eunice was attacked, a vague misty shadow suddenly emerged from between her eyebrows and went straight to Alice beside her.

Rogers suddenly stood up and stood in front of Alice again.

[The Nightmare Succubus launched a mental invasion on you, the Ignorance bonus passive was triggered, and the invasion judgment failed. 】

[Due to your strong spiritual attributes, the nightmare succubus has suffered a backlash, and its status will decline rapidly. ]

[The Lord of the Feast stopped chasing the honest merchant and cast his gaze towards the Nightmare Succubus.]

[The Nightmare Succubus has entered a state of extreme panic.]

When he was thinking about how to seal the succubus into the spellbook, the prompt boxes that kept popping up made his fast-moving mind pause briefly.

He suddenly felt that perhaps there could be one more scene in the drama.

"Step aside!"

Elena came forward and scolded Alice who had just supported Rogers. She took Rogers gently and put him slowly on the ground, her amber eyes revealing unconcealable worry.

But as she knelt beside him and just cast a healing spell, reaching her hand into her dress and gently touching Roger's wound, the worry in her eyes suddenly froze, and then her expression was completely covered by a deep haze.

"it hurts……"

Rogers' voice was weak and powerless, his face showed discomfort and decay. He held Elena's wrist tightly, wanting to pull away her hand that was suddenly pinching his soft flesh.

Lufia, who was following Elina, took off her gloves and wanted to touch Rogers, but she saw his painful expression retracted again, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Derek first looked at Eunice who was sliding down the wall. He subconsciously stopped in his tracks and walked around Rogers, staring at his condition with the same concern.

The other two students from the Holy Maiden Academy had not yet figured out what was happening. They all looked blankly at Rogers lying on the ground and the people surrounding him.

After Elena let go, Rogers realized that the professors had not appeared yet, and he knew that they must understand that he was acting.

"No need to apologize, it's not your fault..."

He raised his bloodstained hand and was about to reach out to Alice who was kneeling beside him, but he felt a pain in his abdomen again. He was unable to retract his hand with a frown halfway through.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I..."

Tears flowed down Alice's unmade-up cheeks like a crystal stream.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was trying to hold back her tears, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

The spots of blood spread out on her beige dress like petals of roses.

"No..." Rogers was about to continue speaking to comfort her, but his spiritual sense interrupted his recklessness, and he pretended to be too weak to speak due to pain.

[The comedian praised Alina's behavior, saying that her actions greatly enhanced her acting skills.]

[The honest businessman thinks this is a great opportunity. He hopes that you can take advantage of the Saint's turmoil to seduce her into signing a contract.]

【…】

Alice's eyes became blurry and moist when she saw this. Her shoulders shrugged slightly, and drops of tears fell in the trembling.

She wanted to use the special ability to heal Rogers, but was afraid that it would conflict with the spell that Elena was currently casting.

Elina squinted her eyes and stared at Rogers' half-closed eyes. She had already realized that Rogers must be seeing some information that others could not perceive.

"That evil spirit has been attacking my mind. I'm afraid I can't hold out for much longer. You must quickly use your special powers to imprison me until the professors notice something is wrong and come."

Rogers' voice was weak and his words were slow, but each word carried a heavy burden as it pressed down on Alice again.

"No! It will oppress your spirit and you will be hurt. I can't do this. You are already very weak..." Alice grabbed Rogers' hand and refused firmly in a crying voice.

Is that really the case? Rogers sighed helplessly and continued to speak slowly:

"Do you remember what I told you that night on the lawn? If you take on this responsibility, you must bear the things that come with it.

“You will have to make many imperfect choices in the future, and many of them will not leave you much time.

"A moment of hesitation will only bring greater losses and more tragic consequences..."

As he spoke, his expression became more entangled and ferocious, his eyes gradually lost focus, sometimes blurred, sometimes dazed, as if he was slowly being taken over by the mind.

Until finally he let out a trembling groan, as if he was enduring an unspeakable torture, and his fingers were twisted into strange shapes.

"Do it! Quick!"

Rogers shouted as loudly as he could and turned to Alice pleadingly.

After seeing that Alice continued to do nothing, he slowly loosened the hand that was holding Elena's wrist, and quickly condensed a magical power on his fingertips, and pointed it at his own eyebrows without hesitation.

He acted as if he would force himself to become unable to move if Alice didn't take action.

[Alice launches the cage special attack on you. Since your mental resistance is extremely high, the success or failure will depend on your reaction. ]

Seeing the hint, Rogers quickly relaxed his mind and quietly felt the thorn-like magic power entangled in his spirit and soul.

He felt that the bugs of the [Cage Special] that grew with Alice's strength were no less than those of the [Dead Demon Special]. Now was a good opportunity to observe the operation mode of this special so that he could take targeted precautions in the future.

As the thorns continued to entangle him, he gradually lost control of his body. However, because of the blessing of the bottomless pit, he always felt that he could break free at any time as long as he wanted to, and he did not feel the oppression and trauma as Alice said.

The gods of the bottomless pit are awesome, the quality of the things they give is really good.

With a sigh and a smile on his face, Rogers slowly closed his eyes, conscientiously playing the role of a trapped person.

But when Rufia burst into tears, he felt speechless again. He thought she just fainted, not died, so why did she react so strongly?

And he really wanted to tell Alina to stop rubbing his belly, because he was still a "wounded soldier" after all...

Chapter 71: A VIP Guest at the Healing Center

"Remove the privilege, he will be fine."

Vice Principal Avery appeared out of nowhere beside Alice, gently pulled her hand, and spoke.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of emerald green light shone on the turning platform, and Idrul's figure emerged from it. He looked at Rogers, whose body was covered in blood, with a complicated expression. No one knew better than him where the blood came from.

"I am a saint...but time and time again..." Alice's face was covered with tears. After she removed the special privilege, she whispered hoarsely.

The last time he faced the Spirit of the Game, it was Rogers who forcibly withstood the unknown crisis, and this time, it was because of him that the other party became in his current miserable state.

If it weren't for Saint Herte, and there were no professors to come to the rescue, there would inevitably be consequences that she couldn't even imagine.

After the freshman competition, she worked hard to improve her strength, trying again and again, but still couldn't achieve anything...

"Due to an emergency, there will be no real ranking for this event. I will send you back to the dormitory first, and you should prepare for the upcoming carnival night.

"As for Rogers, you don't have to worry. We will soon restore his spirit and he will appear in front of you in good health."

After Avery comforted the people surrounding Rogers, he raised his cane and tapped the ground lightly. Then, everyone on the platform was sent to the campus square.

Before being sent away, Eunice and the injured student were still surrounded by magical light with healing powers.

Idrul came up to Rogers and poked him a few times with his oak stick. "Don't pretend. There's no one here anymore. The other students will move directly to the square when they reach the sixth floor."

Rogers opened his eyes slightly, glanced around, and stood up with a somersault.

He first pinched out a wisp of smoke from between his brows and stuffed it into the crack of the magic book, then respectfully nodded to the two professors as a teacher-student salute.

"Are you a prophet?" Avery lowered his eyebrows slightly, staring at Roger's face intently, and asked softly.

"Prophet? I shouldn't be." Rogers was stunned when he heard that, then he shook his head calmly.

He understood why Avery had this doubt, because once it might be a coincidence, but if it happened again and again it would definitely be a problem.

Apart from the prophet, no one else can always appear at the key nodes of the saint's growth and play an important guiding role.

Coupled with the fact that he possesses various special privileges, it would indeed be easy to come to this conclusion.

“Saint Herte is only responsible for teaching and generally will not interfere too much in the students’ personal affairs. Even if you are a prophet, our attitude towards you will not change much.

"And as far as the results are concerned, everything you do is extremely beneficial to the Saint. We will cooperate with you in this scam.

"Regarding that succubus, I hope you can use it in the right way and make more contributions to the world of magic."

Avery gently stroked his palm with his fingers, looked deeply at Rogers, and said with a sigh.

She seemed to have completely ignored Rogers' denial and simply judged him to be a prophet.

[Several gods of the Abyss expressed their disdain for Avery's remarks. They think that as the Abyss's representative in the world, you should wait for an opportunity to retaliate against such malicious remarks.]

In this world, prophets are generally believed to be able to predict the future or gain insight into things and truths beyond reality. They often communicate with the gods worshipped in the Pantheon.

Although there are also many prophets who do not represent the will of the Pantheon, they cannot escape the inextricable connection.

As for the Abyss, its reputation in the world may be a little bit worse than that of the Pantheon. In many myths and legends, many "heroes" from the Abyss were expelled or destroyed by the prophets.

Therefore, the title of prophet is not a good word for the bottomless pit.

Of course, Rogers didn't think that he had really become the agent of the Abyss. After all, there was no god in the Abyss who could give down the authority of an agent.

If you are really given this title and don't have the corresponding power, you will be chased around by the Pantheon.

The bottomless pit represents not just one god, but an entire pantheon, and it will definitely face a heavy blow.

Moreover, the reason why he offered sacrifices to the Abyss was purely because the gods of the Abyss would not participate in the destruction of the world. Instead, they stood in the camp that hoped that the world could continue to exist normally.

In addition, the sacrifice methods preferred by most gods in the bottomless pit are relatively simple, with only a few of them over and over again, which makes it very convenient.

However, in the later stages of the game, although the gods of the bottomless pit hope that the world will continue to exist, they will not actually provide any help. Unless they encounter some events that interest them, they will send a few mediocre agents to join in the fun.

These agents will eventually be beaten by the Pantheon or the Saint and forced to flee in disgrace, without any dignity at all.

Therefore, Rogers would never do something that has no benefits and involves risks.

Unless the benefits given by the gods are so great that he feels he can take the risk and it does not violate his noble morals, he might consider it for a moment.

"Well, you can't go to the carnival tonight. Go to the healing center and rest now. You don't need to attend the remaining classes this semester."

Idrul felt that he had nothing more to say, so he spoke out.

Unlike Avery, he didn't care whether Rogers was a prophet or not. Even if he was, in the current era of uncertain fate, he might not be as powerful as the legend said.

On the contrary, the knowledge demonstrated by Rogers is what should be valued the most. Taking this opportunity, we can give Rogers a short vacation so that he can have more time to communicate with him.

"Thank you for your help, professors." Rogers nodded in response, without much objection.

Chapter 72: Confused News and the Future

In a simple room in St. Herte's Healing House, Logos was sitting on a wooden bed covered with soft cushions, holding a book in his hands.

Next to the bed was a small window, looking out upon a small courtyard planted with all kinds of herbs and flowers, without any sign of winter.

The gauze curtains fluttered gently by the window, and when the sunlight shone through them, a soft halo was formed.

The temperature in the house is also very warm. The floating floral fragrance and fresh air are mixed with a faint herbal aroma, which unconsciously nourishes the mind and makes people feel calm and peaceful from the heart.

"This is a letter from the family."

Elena, who was sitting on a wooden chair beside the bed, had just peeled an orange and stuffed the whole thing into Rogers' mouth. Then she took out an envelope from the sleeve pocket of her college uniform and handed it to Rogers.

"What's the matter this time?" Rogers took the envelope, tore open the corner with his hands to take out the letter, chewed an orange in his mouth, and spoke vaguely in confusion.

In recent days, Rogers's family has been sending various notifications. Some said that members of a certain school went to Breed Territory together to wait for him to return home, and some said that some cultists seemed to be scurrying towards Breed Territory, reminding him to be careful...

"Do you know how much your reputation has changed in your grade? During last night's carnival, everyone was discussing why you didn't show up.

"Then two students from the Saint's Academy told us what happened in the Spiral Tower yesterday. Everyone was in disbelief. They didn't expect you to sacrifice yourself for the Saint.

"Also, the news that you have been chasing the Saint for two years has spread again. If it weren't for your previous bad reputation, maybe someone would bless you."

After handing over the envelope and wiping her hands, Elina quickly peeled another orange and stuffed it into Rogers' mouth again.

"I haven't finished eating yet... I can't eat any more..." Rogers swallowed the orange with difficulty and couldn't help burping.

After drinking the water Elina handed him and placing the cup on the small wooden table beside the bed, he continued:

“I don’t bother to care about what they think of me. The more you care about what others think of you, the more likely you are to become their slave.

"Is it really okay for you to not go to class on time? If you don't have a good reason, you will be deducted credits, right?"

Upon hearing this, Elina shrugged like Rogers and said nonchalantly, "Even if those credits are deducted, it won't affect anything. Besides, I'm the only one who knows that you're pretending to be nice in front of the Saint. I can be arranged by the instructor to take care of you, the injured one."