'This reminds me of college.' I thought to myself, looking at the test paper in front of me. The first exam was "Mana Research". From my point of view, this course was not difficult. After all, it was just an entry-level course and the formulas involved were not complicated. After last week's intensive review and practicing past exam papers, I have a good understanding of these concepts. Coupled with my usual after-class review, I have memorized this knowledge firmly in my mind. ...... The exam continued like this, and two days later, the written test finally ended. Normally, this tight schedule is simply inhumane, but the college trains "elites" and they don't care about the mental health of students. Taking five exams in two days is a hellish challenge for most students. Day 1: Mana Research – Monster Manual Day 2: Dungeon Theory – World History – Combat Understanding The exams were so tightly packed that by the end, almost all the students were exhausted and slumped over their desks, some sleeping while others trying to stay awake.
After the exam there are always some people discussing the questions. "Did you solve the second problem?" "The one about the trajectory of the spear?" "Yes, that's it." "I don't know. I didn't review the lance part. I thought they wouldn't test it, but they did. I'm really unlucky." As she listened to the students talking like this, 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 her eyebrows with 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 difficult, but thanks to... some help, I think I solved them." Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. "Ah..." She remembered the time when they studied together, and Sylvie did get a lot of help. "Is it really thanks to him?" Jasmine asked. "Yes, the question he solved happened to be on the test." "Ah, that question..." "Don't tell me you forgot?" "Ahem..." Jasmine lowered her head, looking a little embarrassed. Sylvie couldn't help but shake her head. Her friend was so ridiculous sometimes. Jasmine was the only reason she went to Morse, but she didn't even remember such an important thing. "Ah...you really need to pay attention to your notes." "Yes, yes." Jasmine responded perfunctorily.
"Stupid Jasmine," Sylvie thought. Although she wanted to scold her, she held back. "Hey, you guys are here." Danielle's appearance brought the three together again. "Let's go out and relax today," Danielle suggested. ...... Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In the training room of the academy, I stood and shot arrows continuously. 'My speed has increased.' With the written exams over, all that's left is the practical exams. When you think of practical exams, you think of dungeons or duels. This is what we've been doing, and this time is no exception. [Single-Player Dungeon Strategy] We need to conquer a dungeon alone. The academy has specially made artificial dungeons, and the strength and terrain of the dungeons can be adjusted as needed. According to each person's ranking, students will be assigned to a dungeon that matches their strength, and then ranked according to performance. However, "single player" does not mean that you need to complete the dungeon completely alone. It just means that there is no predetermined group when entering, unlike the previous practical class. Therefore, during exams, many students will form teams to work together through temporary alliances. “See which dungeon I’ll be assigned to,” I muttered as I picked up my bow and prepared for the next round of training. bite! Just then, a notification chimed from my watch, and the bowstring slipped from my fingers. I turned my attention to the holographic interface that popped up on my watch, showing the college's emblem and a notification message. [College Notice: Single-Player Dungeon Assignment] [Assigned Dungeon: B-3] ...... Arcadia is the capital of the human federation Valerian. Countless skyscrapers reach the sky, symbolizing the prosperity and power of the city. Major guilds compete to move into these high-rise buildings, while low-level guilds can only live in ordinary buildings. In one of the small buildings, a young woman sat at a table, gazing at a picture of a little boy. "Don't worry, son. Mom will avenge you soon." The photo in her hand showed a lively boy with a mischievous smile on his face, which was in stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere in 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, the pain you were going through. Her fists clenched, her whole body shaking with rage. "The Federation, those so-called 'people's protectors', they don't care. They swept it under the rug, called it a 'tragic accident', and moved on with their lives. But I won't let that happen." The woman's fists were clenched white and the hatred in her eyes was clearly visible. With shaking hands, she pulled out a report and a set of documents from a hidden drawer. The lights in the room were dim, and the only sound was her heavy heartbeat. As she flipped through the documents, she saw the details of the accident that had taken the lives of her son and two other children. Each line of text cut her heart like a knife, and her vision blurred again as she read the cold description of the fatal event, and the pain swept over her again. "The Federation didn't do anything... they just let it happen," she whispered through gritted teeth. "And the one who survived, Morse Scott... he's the one who took you away from me."
When she read Morse's name, the hatred in her eyes grew more intense. She didn't know who had sent her the documents, but they suddenly appeared in her office with a small note attached. "Do you want to know how your son died?" The note said this. She opened the file without hesitation. There she found the answers she had been looking for, details of the accident, and she read them over and over again, as if she could find clues to revenge in every word. "All three students died from the claw marks of an unknown monster." This was the information she already knew. But what followed was shocking. "When we arrived on the scene, three students were confirmed dead. We found the body of the monster and saw a student, later identified as Morse Scott, who was injured and his dagger was stuck in the monster." After reading this, she couldn't understand why the only survivor was the last-ranked student, and his ability was far lower than that of the other students. But as she continued to read, the truth began to emerge. "After the autopsy report and on-site investigation, it was concluded that the monster died after the students were already seriously injured. Traces of holy magic and lightning magic were found at the scene. These magics did not come from any students, but from disposable consumables, the [Holy Light Scroll] and the [Thunder Ball], which were purchased by Morse Scott in the same week. According to DNA and magic analysis, it was found that the monster was of shadow attribute and contained energy equivalent to a rank 10 demon. Through experiments, it was later discovered that the monster would be weakened when using holy and lightning magic at the right time. It is suspected that the monster is a demon with intangible characteristics, but further investigation is needed. When she finished reading the reports, she finally understood one thing. "My son was plotted against." The material that Morse Scott bought this week by "coincidental" turned out to be the weakness of the monster in the forest. Any reasonable person could easily see the connection between the two. The woman continued to read the report with shaking hands, and every word intensified her anger. She realized that her son was calculated to be a victim and that he became part of this cruel conspiracy, and she fell into anger. Snap! With an angry growl, she grabbed the pen in her hand and broke it, the sound of the fracture echoing in the dim room. Her hatred for Morse was uncontrollable, and she believed that he was the murderer who killed her son. "I'm going to make him pay," she told herself through gritted teeth, her voice full of resentment. "He's going to pay for what he did to my son." Boom! Just as her mind was filled with thoughts of revenge, the office door was pushed open. The woman turned around and saw the person she had been waiting for, with a sinister smile on his face. 'They say I shouldn't act rashly, but I can't wait any longer,' she thought grimly. The person who came was someone sent by 'them'. From the moment her son died and the Federation did nothing, she knew which side she should stand on. There was a dark and ominous light in the other person's eyes, and he seemed to be unfazed by the hatred emanating from the woman. "Madam, it seems you have found what you wanted." He sneered, with a hint of evil in his tone. The woman nodded, her eyes locked on the demon contractor. "I want you to make sure Morse Scott doesn't survive tomorrow. I want him dead!" The Devil Contractor grinned, revealing his sharp hunter fangs. "I see, ma'am, you can hand him over to us. But you know what our reward is, right?"
The woman nodded, looking at him firmly. "I know your reward. I've already arranged it." She paused and added calmly, "The orphanage you requested has been built."