Chapter 52

Meanwhile, the teleportation plaza of Norn Academy.

A massive light screen above was displaying what was happening inside the Greyrock Realm.

The light screen was divided into many sub-screens, broadcasting the apprentices' actions in real-time.

It seemed to be able to feel people's gazes; the more attention a sub-screen received, the larger the proportion it occupied.

Around the plaza, a group of dejected wizard apprentices stood there.

They looked unusually disheveled, many even had bloodstains remaining on their bodies, and some still had traces of having their necks cut or missing arms and legs.

But no matter how disheveled the apprentices were, their bodies were now intact.

These people were the unlucky ones who had "died" after being ambushed by the natives earlier.

Besides the superficial ability to leave the plane through mental power, the teleportation ring also hid another power: when the user was about to die, it would forcibly teleport the user out of the plane, and leave behind a pile of broken artificial bodies on the spot as a distraction.

This was the true manifestation of that high-tier wizard's power; the true escape ability level was extremely high, completely not something that the crude space-locking cast by Oswaldo in the Greyrock Realm could prohibit.

The surface escape ability was just another test for the wizard apprentices.

If one actively chose to leave when encountering danger, one could retain their grades, but if one was plunged into a desperate situation because of their own arrogance and was forced to activate the forced escape ability, it meant that this wizard apprentice had truly been eliminated.

Wizards didn't discriminate against failure; after all, every wizard's learning process was a process of continuous failure.

For wizards, failure was not terrible; as long as one could learn new things from failure, it was a gain; even those who actively admitted failure could be considered to have excellent vision in a sense.

What they truly looked down upon were those who lacked self-awareness or were unable to clearly see the situation.

The former would only experience some setbacks, but would eventually be able to climb up after learning lessons, while the latter would not only bring huge losses but might also harm the interests of others.

From time to time, a ray of light would flash in the center of the plaza, and a new unlucky one would appear out of thin air.

When they first appeared, they would be very excited, even full of hostility and vigilance toward the surroundings, but soon, when they saw the surrounding environment—the tall plaza buildings, the dejected faces of other failures, and the light screen above their heads—they would realize.

Subsequently, these newly arrived "survivors" would blush and actively walk into the group of failures nearby.

They knew they had already lost the qualification for the trial.

Hum...

Accompanied by the vibration of the air, the figure of an unlucky one who had just been forcibly exited appeared on the plaza.

He quickly figured out the current situation, walking dejectedly into the team of failures while panting with lingering fear.

Calming his emotions, he then looked up at the light screen above.

To the surprise of this unlucky one, there were actually two largest sub-screens on the light screen.

One of them was undoubtedly the tragic "war" between the wizard apprentices and the native coalition in that blood-colored valley.

The scene was unusually cruel, the light of wizardry and the torrent of arrows intertwined, and the wizard apprentices were retreating steadily.

But in the other largest sub-screen, the scene displayed was completely different.

It showed a scorched, desolate land, with no fierce confrontation, only a seemingly ordinary lone apprentice walking slowly along the ground.

"What's going on with this person? Why is his sub-screen so big? Could it be the offspring of some high-tier wizard, specially made for him?" The unlucky one couldn't help but ask a "senior" who looked like he had been here for a long time.

A strange expression appeared on the senior's originally dejected face.

It was a feeling full of frustration, but also carrying a hint of anticipation for watching a bumpkin.

"You'll know if you keep watching." The senior's voice carried a meaningful hoarseness.

The other party's gaze made the unlucky one feel somewhat inexplicable, but he still cast his gaze toward the sub-screen of that lone apprentice.

Not long after, on the wasteland where the lone apprentice was walking, a large number of black shadows suddenly surged out in the screen.

It was a native army of over a hundred, well-equipped; they were originally rushing toward the valley, looking like they should be follow-up reinforcements.

Upon seeing that lone apprentice, the people in the army seemed somewhat surprised, but then quickly surrounded the apprentice.

The unlucky one's heart tightened, sweating for that lone apprentice.

With an ambush of this scale, even geniuses like Augusta or Horn would need to go all out to deal with it, right?

The scene he envisioned was the apprentice fleeing in panic, or resisting to the death, and finally being forcibly teleported out.

However, the scene that followed left him completely stunned.

In the screen, that seemingly ordinary young apprentice didn't even stop his steps.

He just waved his hand casually, and then... death descended.

Violent flames instantly swallowed the entire army; there were no flashing swords or shadows, no intelligent maneuvering, just pure, overwhelming power pouring out!

Hundreds of elite natives possessing supernatural power didn't even last a single moment in those flames before turning to ashes.

The entire earth was burned into scorched earth, flames rolling, as if divine punishment had descended.

That was not a battle, that was... a massacre!

A one-sided, effortless massacre!

The unlucky one stared blankly at the screen, his mouth slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound.

He didn't even see clearly how the apprentice did it; it was as if the space around the figure collapsed, and then hellish flames erupted.

Only then did he come to his senses, looking at the senior's half-smiling gaze nearby.

He finally understood why the other party had that look of watching the fun, that kind of world-weary helplessness, and that kind of joy in finding a fellow sufferer.

"The gap between people is really big, isn't it?"

The senior patted his shoulder, his tone earnest, full of the calmness of seeing through everything, like a sun-dried salted fish.

The unlucky one wanted to say something, wanted to ask who that apprentice was, wanted to ask why he could be so strong, wanted to ask why those natives were like ants in front of him...

But he didn't know what to say; that sense of impact pressed on his chest, making him nearly suffocate.

Just then, light flashed slightly on the plaza, and another disheveled unlucky one was kicked out of the Greyrock Realm.

The other party's eyes were confused, carrying the fear and bewilderment of having just experienced death, exactly the same as himself just now.

Looking at the other party's reaction after coming out, which was exactly the same as his own, and the slightly puzzled look at the light screen at the end.

This apprentice smiled slightly, moved silently to the other party's side, and in the way he had just been treated, gently patted the other party's shoulder while the other party was full of confusion.

"You'll know if you keep watching." Feeling the other party's vigilant and questioning gaze, he said softly.