Your Excellency Tesla is Angry!

The last time the royal city's alarm sounded, it was during the Centaur Stampede incident.

King Cervantes remembered he was only 10 years old then. Those damned centaurs, ignoring dozens of cities in the kingdom's heartland, had charged straight for the city walls and unleashed a volley of arrows.

That year's alarm had nearly cost Cervantes XIII his throne.

Listen—

That was the sound of a heart attack!

It was a replay after thirty years!

His Majesty King practically leaped up, "What... what is it now?"

Soon, the news from the front plunged King into an icy abyss—

Gray Dwarves!

These villains, who normally only operated in the underground world, had habits almost entirely different from their good-natured Dwarf kin.

Cruel! Cunning! Ferocious!

Of course, their wickedness paled in comparison to their dark-skinned masters.

However, an invasion by Gray Dwarves often meant a full-fledged army was likely following close behind. Known for their Lawful Evil alignment, Gray Dwarves were typical pack creatures.

They hated other races and were disliked by them.

This trait made them exceptionally clannish.

It was rare to see a Gray Dwarf acting alone.

The only stroke of luck for the Cervantes royal capital was that these "dead dwarves" who lived underground year-round possessed a peculiar trait. Despite their powerful darkvision, they were sensitive to strong sunlight and became dazzled by it.

These guys had ambushed, but not entirely.

Even though their deafening roars caused some chaos among the defenders, their own disorientation gave the city guard commander enough time to react.

"Charge! Eliminate these evil fiends!" the commanders exhorted their soldiers, who struggled to form a somewhat orderly shield wall. Relying on their large shields and spears, they managed to push back the unit of over a hundred Gray Dwarves.

Normally, five ordinary soldiers wouldn't be enough to take down a single Gray Dwarf.

The dwarves' laughable act of blinding themselves with the sun gave the city guard an opening.

The dwarves' armor was quite exquisite, but even the best armor wouldn't be much better than that of the royal city guards.

After paying the price of three unfortunate souls being severely wounded by the dwarves' desperate counterattacks, the shaken commander wiped his brow. "Finally, we've dealt with these inexplicable fellows."

This scene, however, held a completely different meaning in the eyes of Ganis: "Lord Tesla... is this a warning to Cervantes Kingdom!?"

He blurted it out, and Famite quickly asked, "What does that lord mean?"

Ganis's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "Perhaps that lord saw through our intention to merely win over Don Quixote, our unwillingness to show him sincerity, and our attempt to morally blackmail him. Ultimately, that lord got angry."

Famite certainly knew his King's little scheme.

However, if he were in that situation, he would probably be angry too.

They wanted the master's help for free, only willing to pay the apprentice's fee.

What master could stand that?

Not to mention, he was a legendary mage.

Wanting a horse to run fast without feeding it grass—how could anything be so cheap!

Famite trembled, "Ganis, how confident are your calculations?"

"Seventy percent, no, eighty percent." Cold sweat beaded on Ganis's forehead. He called a subordinate, "Return immediately and tell His Majesty my calculations. The first wave of enemies, which seemed like cannon fodder, was just a small warning. If my calculations are correct, the next enemies will be stronger, but they won't exceed that lord's control... until..."

"Until what?" Famite pressed.

Ganis really didn't want to say the answer, but as an elder who had served the Cervantes family for nearly two hundred years, he couldn't bear to see the kingdom destroyed. "Until our King completely angers Lord Tesla!"

Five minutes later, when King heard the news, he was completely stunned.

What? I'm just being a bit stingy, and you're going to go this far?

While Ganis and King and the others were frantically overthinking, the mage tower was a completely different scene.

"Donce, in this trial, one thing is certain: when you pass through this storm called [Despair], you will not be the same person," Lein said earnestly, echoing the words his elders had used to admonish him.

To Donce, it was both happy and touching. " Master, I will continue to grow. Please watch me."

"Mmm." After Lein touched the first spatial coordinate, nothing seemed to happen. Or rather, something did happen, but he failed to link the mage tower's targeting function in time and completely missed the situation outside.

Thus, Lein connected to the second spatial coordinate, which the system assessed as [High-level].

Lein felt he could handle it.

This time, Lein finally received the response he was looking for.

Although the portal he opened was small, a wisp of the other party's divine sense quickly entered.

A phantom image of a woman with a graceful figure almost brushed past him in Lein's mental world. It wasn't that she couldn't hit him; she did it intentionally.

Her fiery, deep red eyes stared directly into his. Lein clearly felt her unscrupulously probing his mind with a mysterious power.

"Human! Since you foolishly opened this spatial coordinate, I, Lisandra *Shambala, command you to offer all that you possess, including your body and your soul—"

Perhaps the Master's true soul strength didn't fool the other party, and the result was that they escalated their demands as if striking while the iron was hot. Their tone was one of complete possession, filled with disdain and dominance!

Too bad, because the two disciples had the powerful potential to become a Great Mage by the age of thirty, and they received a significant bonus on their Willpower check. They passed the check with ease.

Lein, with a face as dark as water, said ruthlessly, "Resist unlicensed taxis! It's everyone's responsibility!"

Hilarious!

You dark-skinned elf (Drow), haven't you looked in the mirror?

You look like a little mermaid. You might fool a white prince, but you can't bully us good socialist youths.

Clearly, Lein instantly broke through her [Human Charm Spell]. This Shambala was taken aback, and even more unexpectedly, the moment she made her move, she triggered the [Proactive Defense Turret] of some mysterious academy's security department.

A terrifying eight-meter-wide bolt of lightning traversed space, illuminating a certain dark region.

On this day, the legend of the [Thunder God] began to spread throughout the dark world.

On this day, hundreds of dark elves, in order to evade the deadly lightning, were forced to jump into a mysterious teleportation gate and, in a flash, found themselves in the capital city of the Cervantes Kingdom.

At this moment, Ganis and King turned ashen-faced--

"As expected! Tesla is angry!"