eurekapd Chapter 130 Danger Approaches
Chapter 130 Danger Approaches
This reminds me of my college days.
I was thinking to myself as I looked at the exam paper in front of me.
The first exam was "Research on Mana". From my perspective, this course was not difficult, after all, it was only at the introductory level and the formulas involved were not complicated.
After last week's intensive review and practice with past exam questions, I have a thorough understanding of these concepts. Combined with my regular after-class review, I have firmly memorized this knowledge.
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The exams continued, and two days later, the written test finally ended. Normally, such a tight schedule would be considered inhumane, but the college, which trains "elites," doesn't care about students' mental health.
Taking five exams in two days is a hellish challenge for most students.
Day 1: Mana Research – Monster Compendium
Day 2: Dungeon Theory – World History – Combat Understanding
The exams were scheduled so tightly that by the end, almost all the students were exhausted and slumped over their desks. Some were sleeping, while others were trying to stay awake.
After an exam, there are always some people discussing the exam questions.
"Have you solved the second problem?"
"That mark on the spear's trajectory?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"I don't know. I didn't review the spear part. I thought they wouldn't test it, but they did. I'm so unlucky."
As she listened to the students talking, Sylvie felt someone gently touch her left arm.
"How did you do on the exam?" Jasmine asked.
“Not bad,” Sylvie replied.
"Not bad?" Jasmine raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt on her face.
Sylvie looked at Jasmine, her face a mixture of exhaustion and a hint of pride. "Well, some of the questions were quite difficult, but thanks to... some help, I think I solved them."
Jasmine paused for a moment, then suddenly realized. "Ah..." She remembered the times they studied together, and Sylvie had indeed received a lot of help.
"Is it really all thanks to him?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes, the question he answered happened to appear on the exam."
"Ah, that question..."
Don't tell me you forgot?
"Ahem..." Jasmine lowered her head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Sylvie couldn't help but shake her head. Her friends could be so exasperating sometimes. Jasmine was the only reason she went to see Morse, yet she hadn't even remembered something so important.
"Sigh...you really need to pay attention to your notes."
"Yes, yes, yes," Jasmine replied perfunctorily.
'Stupid Jasmine,' Sylvie thought to herself, though she wanted to scold her, she held back.
“Hey, you guys are here.” Danielle’s appearance brought the three of them together again.
“Let’s go out and have some fun today, relax a bit,” Danielle suggested.
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Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
In the academy's training room, I stood and practiced shooting arrows continuously.
My speed has increased.
With the written exam over, only the practical exam remains. When practical exams are mentioned, people often think of dungeons or PvP battles. This is something we've always done, and this time is no exception.
[Solo Dungeon Guide]
We need to conquer a dungeon on our own. The academy has specially constructed artificial dungeons, whose difficulty and terrain can be adjusted as needed. Students will be assigned to a dungeon that matches their strength based on their ranking, and then ranked according to their performance.
However, "solo" does not mean that you have to complete the dungeon entirely by yourself. It simply means that you do not enter with a pre-arranged team, unlike previous practical courses.
Therefore, during exams, many students will form temporary alliances to cooperate as a team.
"Let's see which dungeon I'll be assigned to," I muttered to myself as I picked up my bow to prepare for the next round of training.
Ding!
Just then, my watch beeped, and the bowstring slipped from my fingers. I turned my attention to the holographic screen that popped up on my watch, which displayed the college's emblem and a notification message.
[Academy Notice: Solo Dungeon Assignment]
[Dungeon Assignment: B-3]
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Arcadia City is the capital of the human federation of Valerian, with countless skyscrapers piercing the clouds, symbolizing the city's prosperity and power. Major guilds vie to occupy these high-rises, while lower-level guilds are relegated to ordinary buildings.
In one of the small buildings, a young woman sat at a table, gazing at a photograph of a little boy.
"Don't worry, son. Mom will avenge you soon."
The photograph in her hand showed a vibrant boy with a mischievous smile, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of the room and the hatred in the woman's eyes.
"They thought they could just take you away from me and get away with it. They didn't care about your life, they didn't care about the pain you suffered."
Her fists clenched, and anger made her tremble. "The Federation, those so-called 'protectors of the people,' they don't care at all. They covered it up, called it a 'tragic accident,' and went on with their lives. But I won't let it go like that."
The woman's fists were clenched so tightly they turned white, and the hatred in her eyes was clearly visible.
Her hands trembled as she pulled a report and a set of documents from a hidden drawer. The room was dimly lit, and the only sound was her heavy heartbeat.
As she perused the documents, she came across details of the accident that had claimed the lives of her son and two other children. Each line of text ripped at her heart like a knife, and as she read the cold description of the fatal event, her vision blurred again, and the pain washed over her once more.
“The Federation did nothing…they just let it happen,” she said through gritted teeth. “And that survivor, Morse Scott…he’s the one who took you from me.”
When she read Morse's name, the hatred in her eyes intensified.
She didn't know who had delivered these documents to her; they had suddenly appeared in her office with a small note attached.
Do you want to know how your son died?
The note contained those words. Without hesitation, she opened the file.
There, she found the answers she had been searching for: detailed information about the accident. She read it over and over again, as if she could find clues to revenge in every word.
"All three trainees died from claw marks left by an unknown monster."
This was the information she already knew. But what followed was shocking.
“When we arrived at the scene, three students were confirmed dead. We found the monster’s body and met a student who was later identified as Morse Scott. He was injured and his dagger had been plunged into the monster’s body.”
Upon reading this, she couldn't understand. The sole survivor was the lowest-ranked student, and his strength was far inferior to the other students.
But as she continued reading, the truth gradually came to light.
"Based on the autopsy report and on-site investigation, the conclusion is that the monster died after the student was already severely injured. Traces of holy magic and lightning magic were found at the scene. These spells did not originate from any student, but rather from disposable items, the [Scroll of Holy Light] and the [Lightning Ball], which were purchased by Morse Scott within the same week."
DNA and magical analysis revealed that the monster was of the Shadow element and contained energy equivalent to a 10th-tier demon. Experiments later showed that the monster was weakened when holy and lightning magic was used at the right time.
The monster is suspected to be an invisible demon, but further investigation is needed.
After reading these reports, she finally understood one thing.
“My son was framed.”
The materials Morse Scott 'coincidentally' purchased this week turned out to be precisely the weak points of the monsters in the forest. Any rational person could easily see the connection between the two.
The woman's hands trembled as she continued reading the report, each word fueling her anger. She realized her son had been framed as a victim, that he had become part of this cruel conspiracy, and she was consumed by rage.
Click!
With a furious growl, she grabbed the pen in her hand and snapped it in two, the sound echoing in the dim room. Her hatred for Morse was now uncontrollable; she believed him to be the murderer of her son.
“I’ll make him pay,” she said to herself through gritted teeth, her voice filled with resentment. “He’ll pay for what he did to my son.”
Boom!
Just as thoughts of revenge filled her mind, the office door was pushed open. The woman turned around and saw the person she had been waiting for, a sinister smile on his face.
'They say I shouldn't act rashly, but I can't wait any longer,' she thought coldly to herself.
The visitors were sent by "them". From the moment her son died and the Federation did nothing, she knew which side she should stand on.
A dark and ominous light flickered in the other person's eyes, seemingly unconcerned about the hatred emanating from the woman.
"Madam, it seems you've found what you're looking for," he said with a cold laugh, a hint of wicked amusement in his voice.
The woman nodded, her gaze fixed on the demon contractor. "I want you to make sure Morse Scott doesn't live past tomorrow. I want him dead!"
The demon contractor grinned, revealing sharp hunter fangs. "Understood, madam. You can hand him over to us. However, you know what our reward is, right?"
The woman nodded, her gaze fixed firmly on him. "I know your payment; I've already made arrangements."
She paused for a moment, then calmly added, "The orphanage you requested has already been built."