Chapter 293: Scene of Chaos
When O’Suna entered the inner field, the invigilating teacher summoned another earth golem. This sort of thing was not difficult to create; they were made by third-year students at the High Tower Academy as part of their end-of-term assessment. Qualified golems would then be used by freshmen for practice, serving multiple purposes. Even if they were damaged, they could still be given to second-year students for demonstrations and explorations, allowing them to familiarize themselves with and attempt repairs. If successfully repaired, the golems could be reused.
If repair attempts failed, the golems would be disassembled into materials and parts for the next batch of third-year students to make new ones. The sages of Emanas were always adept at utilizing resources.
Seeing that only one golem was summoned, O’Suna felt somewhat dissatisfied. She had spent considerable effort today to gain recognition. Initially, she planned to capitalize on the year-end assessment when everyone was together, aiming to become well-known. However, an unknown black-haired girl appeared, disrupting her plans.
Not only did this girl receive a score close to full marks, but her appearance also seemed to surpass her own. This frustrated O’Suna immensely, and she developed a strong dislike for the black-haired girl who had stolen her spotlight.
Why should someone like her, who had worked hard to establish herself, be upstaged by this girl who simply showcased her skills and left? It wasn’t just about scoring high; why act like some mysterious expert, wearing a hat to hide her face? Wasn’t this deliberately tempting curiosity?
It wasn’t until long after Lolan Hill had left that O’Suna managed to calm down. Fortunately, there were still plenty of topics to discuss today. Gradually, people’s attention shifted back to her.
“Teacher, can you awaken two golems? I’d like to test my own abilities.”
Looking at the purple-haired student making this request, the invigilating teacher responded, “Two golems are fine, but this will increase the consumption. My evaluation of you will be stricter.”
“No problem,” O’Suna nodded confidently. If that girl could do it, so could she. This was just the teacher’s usual cautionary remark, merely to prevent others from following suit and consuming more golems.
But even if more golems were consumed, what did that have to do with her? It wasn’t her fault.
O’Suna watched as two golems stood up, her eyes shining brightly. Then, she waved her right hand forward, and a mist-like wind swept through, slowing the golems’ movements until they finally collapsed with a loud noise, crumbling apart.
Large chunks of soil and internal structures rolled around, allowing the spectators behind to clearly see the situation. The soil inside the golems seemed moldy, showing a dull color, and some metal parts had rusted.
“This…” A student was puzzled, seemingly wanting to ask, but someone else quickly answered instead.
“This is O’Suna, they say she is a witch who governs diseases.”
“That’s not right, can golems get sick?”
“Diseases are concepts, abnormal and decaying states. They might not be as quick and intense as poisons, but they’re difficult to remove.”
“O’Suna!”
Someone started the chant, and soon a group joined in, making the atmosphere lively.
“O’Suna!”
“O’Suna!”
The legend of witches spread widely in the Ivar World. After centuries of silence, many young people, even the elderly, had never seen a real witch. Thus, the witch’s reputation gradually faded, replaced by curiosity and admiration.
A beautiful young lady who remained youthful forever, possessing transcendent talents and powers—what a remarkable existence this was.
And now, this legendary figure had appeared beside them, bringing such joy and wonder that it instantly ignited the entire venue. Everyone cheered her name.
Only now did O’Suna relax slightly.
Indeed, this was how it should be. I was born to live a life under everyone’s spotlight. With great fame, getting what I want will be much easier. As these thoughts crossed her mind, O’Suna subtly smiled.
“Combat evaluation, 94 points.”
The invigilating teacher’s voice, though not loud, felt like a slap, cooling down the heated atmosphere.
O’Suna felt anxious, a surge of anger rising within her. Just as she was about to argue the unfairness of the score, someone shouted out ahead of her, the same male student who had failed earlier.
“Why!”
“Why is O’Suna’s score so low, while the previous girl received such a high score? This isn’t fair at all.”
“Yes, we want fairness!”
Several girls close to O’Suna echoed, followed by more people joining in, creating a spectacle.
“The invigilating teacher’s grading is unfair.”
“They’re falsifying results.”
“They’re favoring someone.”
Previously unqualified students also joined in, venting their frustrations. It wasn’t that they weren’t excellent; it was that the teacher was biased. Some faced simpler golems, while others had much harder ones.
Yes, I’m not wrong. It’s just that this world is too dark and corrupt.
Though not everyone thought so extremely, many students began to console themselves along these lines and vent their dissatisfaction.
Students who came to Emanas were all top performers among their peers. In their hometowns and homes, who wasn’t adored and pursued? Perhaps someone you look down upon is a local bully, with the most outstanding talent.
Blame the fierce competition. These former geniuses found it hard to accept being at the bottom of their classes or grades, accumulating frustration over time. Today, it all erupted.
Initially, students only protested the teacher’s unfairness. Soon after, some began to doubt the validity of Emanas’ assessment methods and projects, which failed to showcase their strengths and talents.
Thus, the psychological balance, long skewed, finally found its equilibrium—that the school and teachers were at fault.
In the Combat Garden, students upstairs and downstairs began to chant in unison.
As the chaotic scene grew, the invigilating teacher, ranked Seventh Sequence, frowned. Extending his right hand, he formed a transparent sphere that rapidly expanded, instantly silencing the uproar in the venue.
Students tried to speak, but their voices couldn’t be heard. They looked like fish gasping for air, unable to speak. Only then did the stern-faced invigilating teacher speak.
“If you find it unsatisfactory, you can withdraw. The school owes you nothing.”
(End of Chapter)
