Fantasy Law

The glow of teleportation faded within the grand hall, and Benjamin's figure reappeared.

The instant his feet touched solid ground, he clearly felt countless gazes focus on him in unison like invisible probes.

The meanings contained within those gazes were rather complex.

There was scrutiny, investigation, disbelief, deep curiosity, and even a few traces of indescribable... regret?

They alone lacked the congratulations or admiration that should have been offered to someone who had just seized final victory from a fierce melee.

Benjamin understood this perfectly, yet his expression remained calm.

He knew that the "methods" he had used in the arena had surely been seen through completely by the sharp-eyed high-ranking wizards in the hall.

Though everyone's gazes differed, out of wizardly etiquette and respect for Wizard Noren, no one rashly stepped forward to disturb Benjamin.

Only Viola did.

Like a crab sneaking about after theft, she silently sidled over and edged her way to Benjamin's side.

Then she lightly nudged him with her elbow and asked in a hushed, incredulous voice:

"Hey, Benjamin... is your law... really related to Imaginary Element?"

Benjamin looked at Viola's furtive yet knowledge-hungry expression, then sensed the wizards around them, who seemed to be chatting amongst themselves while every one of them had their ears pricked up, and could not help laughing.

Rather than deliberately lowering his voice, he nodded openly and admitted without reservation:

"Mm, that's right."

He did not consider it a lie.

To this wizard universe, an energy form such as Spirit Energy truly did not exist within their framework of understanding.

Classifying it as a product of Imaginary Element or Fantasy Law was perfectly reasonable from their perspective.

Although everyone had already made their guesses from the observations on the light screen and Benjamin's own mention of "Imaginary Element,"

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