The other side of the Ilyavin Great Plains.
Ferrat charged toward Lanchi with a twisted, ferocious expression, completely disregarding Lanchi's final struggle.
His bloodshot eyes flashed with the mad fire of a wounded, starving wolf in the dead of night—dangerous and savage, with hatred burning within them, ready to reduce the entire world to ashes.
Even if Lanchi wanted to trigger a special mechanic, a single card was nowhere near enough to form a system.
Even Limit Feedback required at least three cards to make a set.
Ferrat knew that even if he were willing to defy the heavens and let Hughberlian go today, he would never let Lanchi off!!
"Damn it!! Who could possibly protect you when you taunt someone like that?!"
As Hughberlian chased after Ferrat, she felt that everything was over.
The taunt power of Lanchi, a healer, far exceeded Hughberlian's expectations. He had even casually inflicted Berserk State on Ferrat.
Ferrat had gone mad, as if his potential had been unleashed. Hughberlian had never thought Ferrat could be this terrifying.
In the distance.
On the ground where Lanchi stood.
"Teacher Ferrat, thank you for thinking so highly of me."
Lanchi gazed at Ferrat, who was about to descend from the sky, and sincerely murmured inwardly.
Originally, Lanchi had planned to use Friendly Exchange on the examiner for his teammates during this Entrance Examination and breeze through it.
Unfortunately, he had encountered a strict examiner.
Since things had come to this, he also needed to show the examiner an appropriate degree of respect.
Dark clouds pressed down over the sky, shrouding the entire Ilyavin Great Plains in an eerie silence. The sunlight was tightly blocked, leaving only faint rays spreading through gaps in the clouds and barely illuminating the grassland.
In Lanchi's eyes, Ferrat was now rushing toward him like a violent storm—unstoppable and impossible to resist.
"Please calm down!"
Lanchi's voice was clear and gentle. He smiled at Ferrat as if he wanted to quell Ferrat's fury.
Or perhaps he wanted to use the Magic Card in his hand to heal Ferrat's soul, which was on the verge of being devoured by rage.
As Lanchi poured his magic power into the card, blazing orange light instantly spilled from his hand.
Specks of light scattered and flowed through the air, forming a golden totem!
The Magic Card in Lanchi's hand gradually faded and began to materialize.
A hazy mist of light surged toward the grassland, spreading outward like a blessing. In an instant, it covered the entire earth and awakened the vitality suppressed beneath the dark clouds.
Birdsong and floral fragrance, filled with a gentle warmth, followed in its wake.
Above the horizon, the previously gloomy sky began to brighten.
Light filtered through the gaps in the clouds like golden pillars, breaking through the dark clouds and illuminating the grassland.
At this moment, flowers bloomed and clouds gathered!
And the center of this miracle was right before Lanchi.
It was not only the Sage Institute's Conference Room that had filled with cries of astonishment and gradually descended into chaos. Even the many Magic Artisans among the Magic Engineering Institute's teachers conducting backstage observations had widened their eyes at the examination footage.
"He really used an Epic card?!"
"Epics are divided into lousy cards and divine cards. I wonder what kind his is."
Across the many prestigious schools of the Southern Continent, there were not many students who possessed Epic cards.
Orange Epic was the highest grade of Magic Card that living beings could encounter within the concepts of the present age!
Every Epic was unique. It anchored itself to the world and ran through history.
Once it was bound to one's soul, it could never be removed until death, except by destroying it and causing one's own card slot to be permanently annihilated.
Thus, most Epic cards vanished into history along with their owners' deaths rather than being passed down.
This directly caused their numbers to remain extremely limited in every era.
"An Epic card may not necessarily suit its owner. Moreover, binding one is equivalent to permanently occupying a card slot. Deciding on your Epic and system this early isn't necessarily a good thing."
What could make a powerhouse was Divine and Epic cards, but what could destroy a powerhouse was also Divine and Epic cards!
The higher a card's quality, the harder it was to undo its binding, and the weaker its freedom of combination.
That was the price of Pink Divine and Orange Epic cards.
Once too many were bound, one's flexible card slots would grow fewer and fewer. The system would also become fixed, stripping away the tactical versatility of Magic Cards that allowed them to be freely combined according to the circumstances of battle.
Therefore, whether to use high-quality Magic Cards required even more careful consideration.
For a young person like Lanchi, only a teenager, he certainly would not take all this into account when binding Magic Cards.
Setting aside whether this Epic card suited him, could summoning such a gentle card now really stop the enraged Ferrat?
A teacher in the Sage Institute's Conference Room could not help voicing his worried doubt.
An Epic card could often become the core of a system.
But Lanchi's card was clearly not some powerful, offensive summon.
It was a delicate, support-type aura summon.
On the Magic Screen's display.
A breeze drifted past, bringing with it a fresh floral fragrance. Dewdrops on the grass sparkled crystal clear, like countless gleaming transparent pearls reflecting light of every color.
As if a fairy spirit had descended into the world, the grassland had transformed from a gloomy, oppressive scene into one of clear skies after rain. It even brimmed with the harmonious serenity of a fairy-tale world.
The Flower Fairy summoned by Lanchi reflected the landscape's sudden transformation, tinged with the colors of the sun.
It was as if time itself had pressed the pause button for her.
"What a beautiful card."
In the Conference Room, men and women alike could not help staring blankly and praising Lanchi's summon.
It was like a work of art, a masterpiece of the Creator.
It looked incredibly healing at a glance.
At last, the hazy mist of light dispersed.
Accompanied by a clear, bright voice—
"There has never been calamity in this world. There is only great love!"
Wearing a deep-red ceremonial gown and a crown, the gray-haired beauty wrapped in thorns gently raised her hands with her eyes closed, as if she were singing the praises of something.
At the same time, Ferrat's body froze in midair. He felt as if something inside his body had snapped.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
His hoarse, desperate roar sounded like a monster's furious cry. The muscles in his cheeks twitched wildly as he vented an indescribable turmoil he could not release from his heart.
In the next instant, Ferrat plummeted from the sky like a bird with broken wings!
Even Hughberlian's attention was involuntarily drawn to the Epic summon Lanchi had called forth.
Hearing the Flower Fairy's hymn, she also felt somewhat dazed and entranced.
The killing desire that had long been suppressed in her heart seemed almost impossible to restrain. She had nearly been unable to stop herself from rushing forward and using her dagger to tear open Ferrat's heart without regard for anything else.
She hurriedly covered her heaving chest and struggled to calm her disordered heartbeat.
She knew that the changes in Ferrat, as well as her own abnormal state, must both be related to this Epic Summoning Card.
It affected not only enemies but allies as well!
This Flower Fairy seemed capable of exerting a mental influence on every target on the field!
At last.
When Hughberlian struggled to keep her mind focused and looked toward Lanchi's summon, her pupils also contracted sharply.
Upon closer observation, one would find that the summoned girl, who possessed an angelic aura of purity—
was actually a succubus with a hint of slyness curling at the corners of her lips!
Poet of Great Love Category: Summoning Card Quality: Orange Epic Attribute: Spirit/Wood Rank: 1 Effect: Influences all living beings through demonic rhythms, increasing the intensity of their emotions tenfold. Remark: "Love can create everything, and it can also destroy everything!"
However.
Examiner Ferrat, who had crashed heavily onto the ground, no longer had the chance to use Appraisal Magic like Hughberlian.
His rationality had snapped the instant the Poet of Great Love's voice rang out.
Feelings beyond the limits surged into his mind along with his bloodstream.
Ferrat suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.
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