Found It

As he glared at Chen Cheng with venomous eyes, his mentor Melinda called out to him from behind.

"Coles, why are you hiding here? Are you scared? Don't worry, your teacher..."

However, this young prodigy, perhaps his mind addled by days of jealousy, didn't wait for Melinda to finish. He turned and fled the academy with the big guy beside him.

Melinda hadn't expected that her simple attempt to comfort Coles and tell him he could come to her if he was scared would result in him storming off in anger.

As his mentor, Melinda naturally cared deeply about his safety. Just as she was about to chase after him, Isabel stepped forward and held her back, saying:

"Your magical proficiency is higher than mine. Stay here and help with this. I'll go chase that kid back."

Melinda knew how important the magic array was. And while Isabel, who cultivated both magic and combat, might not match her in magical skill, she was still somewhat superior in actual combat.

Whether chasing Coles or providing rear support, Isabel was more capable.

Coles truly lived up to his reputation as a prodigy with the talent of a top assassin. Not long after he ran off, even the powerful Platinum Rank expert Isabel lost track of him.

At this moment, Coles was completely consumed by rage. He just wanted to escape this place where everyone cared so much about a mere slave. He simply couldn't accept that he, the son of a baron, had plotted against a slave, only for the slave to remain unharmed.

Furthermore, Melinda's comforting words felt like mockery to him, as if she thought he, the son of a baron, lacked the courage of a lowly slave.

The days of waiting and disappointment had driven him to the brink of madness. He truly wanted to confront Hui Dun and question him.

He wanted to ask why, upon seeing his fiancée intimately with a slave in the Image Recording Crystal, Hui Dun hadn't killed the slave for the sake of noble dignity, and why he was now taking orders from him.

He also wanted to grab Professor Pempes by the collar and question him: "Brown is just a slave, why should he be treated with such respect just because he used Super-class Magic? He's just a slave that can be killed at any time!"

He also wanted to question the admirers of Chen Cheng in the academy: "Have you all forgotten that you are all noble children? He's just a lowly slave.

He was born a slave to please us, so why do you worship him, using your admiration to please him?"

For days, Coles' mind had been filled with these angry questions. He desperately wanted to unleash his questioning roar, but seeing how everyone liked Chen Cheng, he retreated.

Then, he became enraged by his own cowardice and weakness, even thinking himself a failure, worse than those who fawned over Chen Cheng, to be scared of a mere slave.

Lost in this complex mix of anger, fear, and weakness, the young prodigy, who had been raised with traditional noble class education, had gone completely mad.

It could be said that the pitiable young prodigy Coles was a prime example of someone driven mad by this very concept of class education.

Meanwhile, at the peak of the cliff, the Alchemist looked at a thread of extremely pure anger that had appeared on the magic crystal in his hand, and he was slightly surprised:

"I didn't expect such a talented individual to be found in such a remote place. It's fitting that this is where the Sword of Kings appeared."

The Alchemist brushed aside the numerous threads of emotion and grasped the thread of anger originating from Coles.

Moreover, the anger produced by this individual was so pure that he became interested in the reason for his fury.

He wanted to see why this person, who provided him with pure emotional energy, was so angry. Perhaps understanding it would help him in his future endeavors of collecting emotional power.

The Alchemist's consciousness quickly infiltrated Coles' anger. The moment his consciousness touched Coles' rage, even the Platinum Rank expert's mind was almost overwhelmed and turned angry by Coles.

Then, the Alchemist felt the extreme anger emanating from Coles. This fiery rage seemed capable of burning the world, filled with an intense sense of brutality.

The Alchemist inwardly praised Coles as an exceptional genius in cultivating the emotional path of alchemy.

It was uncertain whether Coles should be happy, as his talents lay entirely outside the conventional magical system.

He possessed either top-tier stealth and concealment talent or top-tier emotional path talent. Perhaps he was destined to be an evil villain.

As the Alchemist's consciousness delved deeper, he finally saw the source of Coles' anger.

In an instant, his consciousness received a vast amount of information about a group of people. He almost lost his mind and became an idiot from the impact of this information.

At this moment, the Alchemist was so startled that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He hadn't expected that someone so weak would have so much information contained within their anger.

Fortunately, Coles was weak; otherwise, this could have easily turned the Alchemist into an idiot.

Although this method of invading others' emotions and peering into their memories was dangerous, the Alchemist, a research fanatic, felt incredibly excited.

After receiving Coles' anger towards Chen Cheng and those who cared for him, he saw the ultimate source of the rage.

A tall, handsome boy in a school uniform, smiling brightly. However, this boy wore a Slave Collar around his neck, and a somewhat rusted Iron Sword hung at his waist.

The Alchemist was surprised that Coles' pure anger stemmed from such an ordinary-looking slave.

And after receiving Coles' memories of his anger towards Chen Cheng, the Alchemist let out a sneer.

"As expected of followers of the evil god. Only you who believe in the evil god would become so enraged over mere status."

Just as the Alchemist was preparing to withdraw his consciousness from Coles' anger, his consciousness inadvertently brushed against the Iron Sword at Chen Cheng's waist in Coles' memory.

The next moment, the Alchemist felt as if his back was covered in thorns and he was sitting on pins and needles. He quickly severed the connection to that memory.

However, the artifact's counterattack was too fast. A sword mark appeared on the Alchemist's wrinkled forehead, and his forehead bone also suffered a slight fracture.

A deep red bloodline flowed down his forehead.

Looking at the dripping blood, the Alchemist showed no pain or fear, but rather a somewhat perverse excitement.

He hadn't expected to find the Sword of Kings, which he had been diligently searching for, so easily.

Now that he had collected so much emotion and located the divine artifact, all he needed to do was use this emotional power to corrupt the divinity on the Sword of Kings, and it would be his.

It was truly as if heaven itself was helping him.

The Alchemist looked up at the sky and offered a prayer to the demon god he worshipped.

Meanwhile, Chen Cheng, who was discussing with Professor Pempes in the academy about how to inscribe Variable Magic next, suddenly felt the sword at his waist tremble. While others didn't know about the sword at his waist, he himself was very clear about its origins.

This sword was rumored to be a divine weapon, and naturally, this divine artifact was different from other magical weapons. Its current unprovoked tremor might mean it sensed danger approaching?

Professor Pempes, watching from the side, saw Chen Cheng stop writing and asked nervously:

"What's wrong, Brown? Is something amiss?"

Chen Cheng snapped back to attention and shook his head.

Even if there was real danger, Professor Pempes was here. If the professor couldn't handle it, then his worrying would be in vain. He should quickly finish inscribing the Variable Magic needed for the magic array.

As long as the magic array was formed, Professor Pempes and the other person could draw their hands away to find and eliminate that Alchemist. Then, any danger would have passed.

Seeing Chen Cheng shake his head to indicate he was fine, Professor Pempes felt much more at ease. The sounds of shouting and killing from outside the city could be heard clearly within the academy.

What was needed now was for this magic array to function and repel those undead. Only then could he join forces with Adolf to find and kill that Alchemist.