Your notoriety is known to everyone.

There were also many students gathered in the seats at the back and outside the classroom door, their eyes all fell on Rogers, filled with resentment and indignation.

"Chief Hilmi, we have something to say to you." Rivers gritted his teeth and stood in front of Rogers, cheering himself up in his heart. He looked at the crowd around him who seemed to be able to give him strength, and tried to speak.

He did not accurately call Rogers the deputy chief, because in everyone's eyes, he was the one who truly controlled the Hilmi Institute, not the Saint.

"Please speak." Rogers looked at the freckles on the face of the man in front of him, and recalled in his mind that this seemed to be the guy who he used to brush up his scores in the freshman competition.

“Please abolish the abominable credit allocation rules. None of us want to be exhausted by their oppression anymore.

"If you insist on doing this, we will challenge you to a series of spell duels until you agree!"

Rivers' words became more and more determined and passionate, especially after receiving echoes from all sides, his tone became like giving an order, and his face even flushed as if he was enjoying pleasure.

The scene of Rogers constantly cheating him would often turn into a nightmare and haunt his dreams. He felt that even if he had collected credits from those inferior students in the name of Rogers in the past, he would have returned them all long ago, so why should he still suffer that kind of torture.

What made him even more hateful was why such beautiful Elena and the little princess should surround this guy in front of him, and why the noble Saint would listen to such bad advice.

While everyone was working frantically, Rogers was hiding in a corner of the classroom every day doing something unknown, and the professors just let it go.

This is all so unfair!

At this moment, he could just gather the will of the entire grade and give Rogers the necessary warning!

Rogers did not reply immediately. He raised his hand to stop Alice who had just come to speak. He glanced at the students of Hilmi Academy who were mixed in the crowd around him and asked curiously:

"My fellow students, many of you have benefited from the fight against the cultists, right? Do you remember who sought this opportunity for you?

"And students from the Demon King Academy, do you still remember how many credits you got last semester? Even if you were ranked last, you would be ranked in the upper middle level among other academies, right?

"As long as you work hard, you can enjoy a good allocation of resources due to our team's advantage in the competition. But do you also want to blame me for the pressure you put on yourself?

"As for the other academies, why are you looking for me, the deputy head of Hilmi Academy? Don't you have your own head?

"If you want to cause me trouble, you can tell me directly. If you want a private spell duel, that's fine too.

"So, who should start first? You, Rui Si-san?"

Many students of Hilmi Academy showed some guilt in their eyes and avoided Rogers' gaze.

Rivers wanted to correct his name loudly, but when he saw Rogers's gaze shifting back, he subconsciously swallowed his words.

"Is it you? You want to duel with me first?" Rogers took a step forward, looking at the other party with gentle and sincere eyes, his voice filled with soft inquiry, like a breeze gently blowing past his ears.

However, this expression made Rivers open his eyes wide unconsciously. He seemed to see the scene of the freshman competition, the same tone, the same smile, and then the unforgettable tragic experience.

"Rogers' elective course won't improve his strength at all! But we are all different from last semester, Rivers promised him!"

"The only magical skill he excelled in last semester was the use of magic! But there are no ghosts for him to use in the spell duel! Don't be afraid!"

"Yes! It's different now! It's not the one with the most magical power who is stronger!"

"..."

Continuous cheers came from the crowd. At first, they were all students from Augustus College, and later they were joined by students from other colleges, who persuaded Rivers together.

"I still have a lot of things to do. How about now, I can ask Dean Idrul to arrange a venue for the duel as soon as possible, in the arena where I first dueled with Caspar?" Rogers continued to ask with an unchanged smile and tone.

"I...I..." Rivers looked at the other person's hand that was raised and wanted to rest on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

He was willing to use the momentum to appeal to Rogers to express the wishes of the entire grade, but he didn't want to take the lead!

"Wait! Wait a minute! The Spell Fight event is about to begin! I heard that you and the Third Prince have a bet, right?! We can also have a bet!"

"As long as I lose, I will pay you 500 credits! But if I win, you promise to abolish the distribution rules. How about this proposal?"

Rivers' voice became dry and tense. The crowd that originally boosted his confidence seemed to have turned into a curse that was pushing him into the abyss, causing him to feel resentful and regretful for a moment.

"One thousand credits is fine." Rogers replied straightforwardly, and then he glanced at the students around him: "Are there any other students coming?"

Silence fell in an instant. Everyone who was swept by his gaze subconsciously looked away, and those who had been cheering the loudest even took a few steps back.

"Then let's take one thousand credits as the stakes for everyone to bet against me. Does anyone think this is unfair? You can speak up now. I'm very generous and it's okay for us to discuss it slowly."

Seeing that everyone was still quiet, Rogers took it as a tacit agreement. He walked around Rivers and headed straight for the door.

Elina and Lufia followed closely behind him. They watched the students in front of Rogers separate quickly like water hitting a reef, and they all tacitly made way for a fairly wide path.

Everyone watched Rogers leave, and no one spoke. The stars outside the window twinkled, as if they were looking at this silent space.

Chapter 4 Don't come over here! (k)

In the early spring morning, the sun shines through the light clouds, illuminating the entire Saint Herta and setting off the warm atmosphere of the arena.

The first-year students had their first one-on-one spell duel competition, and many of them couldn't wait to know where their strength would rank in the entire grade.

However, because there are nearly a thousand students, in order to save time, only a series of elimination matches that rely heavily on luck will be arranged. Only students who squeeze into the top 100 can truly obtain a specific ranking through reincarnation battles.

“It’s me indeed.”

Rogers was sitting in the audience. After listening to Vice President Avery's opening speech, he was called to go on stage.

The chiefs of each college will automatically be included in the top 50. If other students do not want to go through the complicated elimination process, they can also apply to the school. As long as they can defeat five students in a row, they can also get the same treatment as the chief.

Rogers didn't want to waste his time on useless things, so he applied naturally. As the only deputy chief in the grade, he was naturally arranged to perform first.

"Come on!" Lufia clenched her fists and made an encouraging gesture to Rogers.

Elina, who was sitting next to Rogers, had a strange look on her face. She didn't encourage him, but instead whispered a warning:

"Be a little restrained."

Rogers shrugged and nodded, then walked down the auditorium as the two men and the surrounding students watched, and walked through the corridor into the competition venue.

The host of the competition was a rather young mentor who was wearing a magic robe, with his hair combed meticulously, and was floating above the center of the venue.

“In the name of Saint Herte’s mentor Aldre, I will notarize the upcoming duel.

"I swear on my own morals and honor that I will do my best to ensure the fairness and justice of the duel, ensure that the rules of the duel are followed, and that both parties will duel under equal conditions...

“According to the rules, Rogers Brid will accept challenges from anyone who is willing to play, except the champion. If he wins five games in a row, he will be directly ranked in the top 50.

"Next, please raise your right hand if you are interested in a challenge. I will randomly select a challenger to come on stage."

After Aldrey solemnly recited the oath, he went on to explain the rules that everyone already knew.

However, when he finished speaking, the noisy discussion in the audience continued, but no one raised their right hand.

Rogers adjusted his monocle, put his hands in his sleeves, and quietly glanced at the classmates in the audience who were clearly separated by their school uniforms.

Seeing that no one responded, he raised his head and said to Aldrey, "There is a student named Ruisi from Morost Academy who said not long ago that he would challenge me. If you really don't have anyone else to choose, you can choose him."

"That... is also possible." Aldrey thought about it for a moment and reluctantly agreed.

He thought that if the student chosen by Rogers helped Rogers cheat in the duel, he could also rule that the duel was invalid.

Rivers, who was discussing Rogers with his classmates, was stunned for a moment when he heard his name being called. Then the classmates around him all started to make a fuss and kept urging him to go on stage quickly.

"The instructor's name is Rui Si, what does it have to do with me, Rivers?!"

Rivers tried his best to resist the pushing from the people around him, but Aldrey's ears moved slightly, and his eyes fell on him, with a little doubt on his face.

But if no one raised their hand, he would just randomly select one. In order not to waste more time, he stretched out his hand and waved it. A magical power carried Rivers straight to the competition venue.

"Teacher! My name is Rivers! Not Reils!" Rivers looked at Rogers' smiling face not far away and quickly corrected loudly.

"It doesn't matter. It's all right. Let's get ready for the duel." Aldrey didn't worry too much about these trivial feelings. He saw that the two men on the field were about twenty meters apart, so he raised his right hand, ready to swing down at any time.

Seeing this, Rivers stopped arguing. He quickly adjusted his state, mobilized the magic power around him, and prepared to fight.

The students in the audience shouted excitedly at the same time, forming a sea of ​​noise. The chaotic voices echoed throughout the entire arena along with Aldre's start command.

"In the name of Saint Herte's mentor Aldrey, I hereby declare that the duel has begun!"

Rogers moved his feet, stroking the sandy ground beneath his feet, and wondered what he could do.

It’s not that he doesn’t know how to win, but because there are too many ways to win, he is having difficulty making a decision.

【inform! The gods of the Abyss cast their gaze upon you. 】

He stared at the prompt box in front of him, tilted his head slightly to ponder for a moment, and took out a magic-eating mushroom from his sleeve pocket.

Just as three huge shields with flames rising from them formed around Rivers, he saw the slender dark purple mushroom with light gold lines along the edge of its crown.

The bright firelight shone on his gradually distorted face, and his body began to tremble unconsciously, as if the non-existent strange itch had come back again.

"Rogers! Don't ever try to torture me with this disgusting thing again!"

His eyes were wide open, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared with infinite anger with all his might.

Rogers felt the waves of heat caused by the high-speed rotation of the three flame shields. He stroked the magic-eating mushrooms wrapped in magic power and walked straight towards Rivers.

"Stop! Stop! You damned devil!"

Rivers shouted at the top of his lungs in response to the pressure. There was no trace of magical fluctuation on Rogers' body, but the gradually approaching figure and the smile on the other's face made him tremble and retreat uncontrollably.

"Pay the price for your arrogance!"

His body tensed, and he manipulated his magic to throw the shield at Rogers with all his strength. An increasingly dazzling flame burst out from the shield, transforming into a thick orange-red light that flew forward rapidly.

boom--

A violent collision sounded suddenly, and the shield disintegrated into countless sparks, like a ribbon wrapped around Rogers' body, shaped like a Möbius strip.

"The magic power cannot be taken back? No! What kind of magic skill is this? It has never been taught in class!

"Magic Plants and Enchanting classes can't possibly teach spells. Could it be an ancient magic language class? But everyone says Professor Alana only teaches theory!"

Rivers muttered to himself, then he waved the two elements of fire and water with his hands, and put his palms together to burst out a huge stream of water vapor, which quickly covered Rogers' head.

"Why are you using the spell I created against me?" Rogers did not stop and continued to move forward at a constant speed. Large amounts of magic power turned into elements and were quickly gathered in the Möbius strip.

At this moment, he was testing how much magical power the hastily constructed Möbius strip could carry.

At the same time, he was also looking at the third flame shield that was condensed again. This should be the result of Rivers' learning in the energy-shaping class.

Unfortunately, his mental strength was blessed by the bottomless pit. Even without using the [Enlightenment Special] to speed up his thinking, he could easily sense and detect the many weaknesses in it.

"After all, the learning time is too short. It would be a shame to just throw away the shield that I have finally created with a lot of magic power. Even if I want to throw it, there is no need to throw a shield."

Rogers commented with regret. Just as he finished speaking, an arrow made of fire came rushing towards him at a high speed, but as expected, it also turned into nourishment for the Möbius strip.

The original noise in the audience gradually died down, and occasionally a few curses were heard against Rivers's incompetence.

However, Rivers himself had no time to care about other things. He kept sending out various magical lights and retreating without stopping until he reached the side wall of the competition venue.

"Don't come over here!"

Rivers' face showed an expression of extreme fear, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat that kept dripping down, his lips trembled slightly, and he clenched his teeth to try to control his emotions.

With a crackling sound, like bubbles bursting, the shields surrounding Rivers on three sides shattered one by one and flowed into the area around Rogers.

"I hope everyone will like this show." Rogers aimed the magic mushroom at Rivers, who was slumped on the ground, causing the magic membrane on his head to slowly dissipate.

He said this mainly to the gods in the bottomless pit. Since they had all come to see it, he had to show some appreciation.

Old scars, irresistible pain, repetitive torture; although this could not be considered a formal sacrifice, it did correspond to the preferences of many gods in the Abyss.

puff-

A rich stream of spore powder spurted out from the mushroom head and was evenly scattered on Rivers' body with the breeze created by Rogers. A lot of it even penetrated into his cuffs and collar.

"Don't even think about making me look bad in front of my classmates! I won't let you do that!

"I studied this disgusting stuff last semester, and my magic power is not good enough for the freshman competition! And as long as there is enough pain, it can be suppressed!"

Rivers wanted to surrender directly, but he suddenly didn't want to escape anymore. He wanted to face the shadow of the past, so he shouted loudly in grief and anger, and at the same time, he concentrated the magic power in his hands and cut his chest with the knife.

“Pain and itching are two different responses, but pain does provide a temporary distraction.

"I spent 800 credits to buy this. You should enjoy it."

Rogers put away the magic mushroom, wrapped his palm with magic power, and floated in front of Rivers' head. He used the characteristics of the [Enlightenment Special] to help the other party speed up his thinking, and also used the [Contract Special] to amplify the other party's emotional feelings.

"You can't torture me! You will never appear in my dreams again! I can handle it! Hahahaha! I can handle it!"

Rivers endured the severe pain in his chest and laughed crazily, but in the next second, he felt as if time had slowed down, allowing him to slowly feel the intense itching in every part of his body.

"No! No! No!"

With great willpower, he suppressed the urge to scratch, raised his blood-stained palm again, and chopped it towards his chest.

Pain can be a distraction, but one or two pains are not enough. You need more pain! More pain!

As long as the pain covers the whole body, Rogers will not be able to achieve his goal!

Rivers' eyes were bloodshot due to the emotional catalysis of the [Liqi Special]. He drew various blood marks on his chest, then on his collarbone, abdomen, arms, back, legs...