Lanchi Gains Attention

At the same moment, at Ikelite Magic Academy.

Vice Principal Ron, who had been teaching in the academic building, immediately announced an early dismissal after receiving urgent news and rushed to the conference room in the Sage Institute Main Building.

Pushing open the heavy door.

Although the conference room's decor was in soft tones, at this moment, a tense atmosphere seemed to solidify in the enclosed space. Every teacher's face was exceptionally serious, their gazes fixed on the screen in the center of the conference room.

"Loren, how are they doing?"

Vice Principal Ron sat down next to Principal Loren, asking with some anxiety.

Originally, Ron had thought that a Tier 2 Shadow World would be no challenge for Lanchi and Hughberlian, and even a Tier 3 one would likely be manageable for them.

After all, with their combined Tiers, they would either enter a more difficult Tier 2 Shadow World or a relatively easier Tier 3 Shadow World.

However, Ron had never expected that these two complete newcomers, on their first challenge of a Shadow World, would be drawn into a Tier 4 Shadow World with an exceptionally dangerous background—

The Demon Kingdom in an unknown time and space was absolutely not a place where normal humans could survive.

There were two possibilities for being matched with a Shadow World excessively higher than one's own Tier.

The first was simply extremely bad luck triggering a low-probability event, but in this case, the other teammates would often be stronger than average.

The second was a violation, where a high-Tier deliberately teamed up with a low-Tier, wanting to completely overwhelm a low-Tier Shadow World and interfering with the Shadow World's normal matching mechanism.

"...Generally speaking, it would be a serious accident, but if it's those two, their compatibility with this Shadow World might not be poor."

Principal Loren of the Sage Institute watched the Magic Screen in the center of the conference room, the images relayed from the Magic Engineering Institute, and mused.

Vice Principal Ron also nodded upon hearing this.

He roughly understood Loren's meaning, but there were some things that Loren, as the principal, could only express tactfully.

Most challengers, especially those below Platinum Tier with insufficient experience, upon entering an extremely dangerous Shadow World, would be unable to perform normally due to the abnormal environment, bizarre rules, and overly bloody and insane historical scenes, their wisdom and temperament greatly diminished.

But there were also those who, the more chaotic the Shadow World, the more they could display "talents difficult to exhibit in the real world."

In the Demon Kingdom, there were no human laws.

Once Lanchi was freed from the constraints of law...

They found it difficult to comment.

Within the area belonging to the Sage Institute, a small pavilion designed like a library.

Tall, ornate carved bookshelves extended along the walls to the ceiling, like the ramparts of an ancient castle.

And on the second floor of this building, there was also an independent Magic Screen, capable of actively selecting from the rotating images.

"Hahaha, Modan, you were tricked by an idiot today."

A young woman in a black dress sat in the main seat, watching the images on the screen, laughing and holding her stomach, kicking her legs.

This was the building owned by their team, and also the unique activity space permitted to them by the school.

Although Modan was a Gold Tier challenger and the leader of this team.

But here, it was clear at a glance who the real boss was.

The woman in the black gauze dress was a Platinum Tier fourth-year student, possessing power and status far beyond most teachers.

"Yes, it seems we won't be seeing him again."

Modan Gasigas, the Marquis Young Master, who had been looking somewhat gloomy, now had a much more relaxed expression.

"But you should also be prepared in case he's not an idiot, okay?"

In an independent laboratory belonging to the Magic Engineering Institute, the spacious and bright design was exquisite. The color scheme was primarily white and gray, creating a sense of tranquility and focus.

The high ceiling lights evenly illuminated every corner. Magic Screens were embedded in the entire circular wall, displaying various data and information.

On the workbenches of various shapes scattered throughout the laboratory, Magic Artisans were diligently conducting research.

"No way, is this the kid Princess Vivian mentioned? The Sage Institute's top student this year?"

In the distance.

Hearing the voice of his companion standing in front of the Magic Screen.

A handsome young man wearing work clothes and thick protective gloves, who was repairing a magic device, lifted his goggles and also looked at the image on the screen.

"Good thing we didn't recruit him."

A girl wearing a different style of uniform from the Magic Engineering Institute said from the side.

Unlike the young man, she had a Silver Tier registered Card Maker badge from the Card Maker Association pinned to her collar.

"They say this kid's thought process is a bit different from ordinary people. Maybe he did it on purpose?"

The young man scratched his head in confusion, muttering to himself.

The girl: "But..."

The scene in the Demon Examination Hall now, with the mechanism completely destroyed, looked like a dead end no matter how you saw it.

"You don't understand, do you?"

The young man took off his gloves, put down the tools in his hand, sat on the table, and looked at the Magic Screen, saying thoughtfully.

He also had the same light golden hair as Princess Hutton Vivian, but he was dressed very simply and unpretentiously, his clothing style like that of a commoner seen everywhere.

On weekdays, unless he returned to the palace, he would dress like this.

Then people would often not realize that he was actually a prince, only feeling that he had an extraordinary temperament.

The girl: "Did you figure something out?"

The young man: "I don't quite understand either."

"..."

The girl said nothing more, just stood to the side, her arms crossed, turning her head away.

If it weren't for the trouble that would arise from hitting royalty, she would have already made a move by now.

The Knight Institute dormitory building.

In the corridors and stairwells, students who had just finished their day of study were walking out one after another, hurrying through the lobby. Some looked refreshed, while others appeared tired.

It was close to the end of classes and dinner time, so there were noticeably more people in the corridors than in the afternoon.

"Hurry to Jella Memorial Square, or the steps will be full if you're late."

"I didn't expect there would be such pure brutes in the Sage Institute."

Not far away.

At the door of a dormitory in the corner of the first-floor corridor, a student with gray-white hair had his sunglasses perched slightly arrogantly on the bridge of his nose. He held two nails in his mouth and was fixing a plaque engraved with [Frei Detective Agency] next to his dormitory door.

Passing students who happened to notice Frei looked slightly surprised.

Putting aside the question of why there would be a detective agency in the school for a moment.

The Knight Institute—why would there be a detective?

But when the passing freshmen saw that it was the man with white hair, purple eyes, and the explosive power of a wild wolf, they didn't find it strange anymore.

"..."

Frei stared at the plaque, lost in thought.

He didn't know what had suddenly happened at the school to cause such unusual commotion tonight.

Since just now, he had heard several students put their books back in their dorms and run out, saying similar things.

"Forget it, I'll go take a look later."

Frei continued to focus on the task at hand and said.