Although he had been enrolled for less than two years, Zheng Qing had seen plenty of grand scenes.
Senior Councilors of the Under the Moon Council, Dark Wizards, Outer Gods, legends, and more—he had seen them all; he had visited the world inside mirrors, visited the world in the dark of night, witnessed tens of thousands of Wizards and Demons locked in chaotic battle, and had even blown himself up quite thoroughly before checking in at Blank Land.
By comparison, the School Hunting Meet held by First University should have counted as a small affair.
He had originally thought he would not be nervous.
But when everyone he met around the university kept talking about that evening's selection match, the dangers of the Illusory Dream Realm, and how fierce the competition among the hunting teams would be this time, the young publicly funded student could not help growing nervous along with them.
He worried that the You Zui Hunting Team would stumble and that Su Shijun's fanatics would hunt him down.
He also worried that he might accidentally blow up the hunting grounds in the Illusory Dream Realm during the competition, expose the Forbidden Spell Seed, and then get hunted down by a pack of Dark Wizards.
He even worried that Su Shijun might let Poseidon's identity slip while giving guidance, leaving everyone to hunt him down.
Thinking of how every terrible outcome ended with a crowd hunting him down, the young publicly funded student could not help feeling sorry for himself. He silently raised his middle finger and cursed this fucked-up world twice.
That nervousness reached its peak during Sunday night's class meeting, when the two class monitors handed out "admission tickets" to their classmates.
"My stomach feels a little off."
The young publicly funded student rubbed his belly