Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 117 A mundane campus life

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye. The group from the Southern Province who were brutally beaten by Havent seemed to have disappeared. This greatly disappointed Havent, who had been waiting for their revenge. After all, he had made preparations, but nothing happened.

In the Royal Academy's Ritanon Complex, Haven's lesson today was about the source of magic for wizards and eight methods of magical meditation. On the podium stood a neatly combed old half-elf.

He was speaking eloquently about the origins and transmission of magic. However, very few students were paying attention. The class had only about thirty students, roughly half boys and half girls.

Haven flipped through his textbook with no interest. Ever since the magic test that day, he had discovered that his talent was the ability to unconsciously absorb magic. Recalling what Solis had said before, this talent seemed to be a surge of magic, but there were some differences.

This explains why, in just over a month, his magic level had reached the level of a beginner mage, level 14, which was three levels higher than when he left the Northern Territory.

Sometimes when I'm bored at night and have nothing to do, I try to sense the elements in the air, and I can even rub my fingers together to create a spark.

However, upon closer reflection, it seems my situation doesn't quite fit the description of "magic surge." I'll visit the school library when I have time; I remember Kuban mentioning that the Royal Academy's library has the most books in the entire Empire.

With his head resting on the table, Haven's thoughts wandered. One moment he was wondering where Serena had gone, the next he was thinking that Kuban hadn't contacted him for several days.

That restaurant was quite interesting last time; we can go there together again sometime.

While Hevent was lost in thought, he suddenly felt his hand, which was outstretched to the table, bump against something. He looked up and saw a girl with light purple hair sitting down there, but she seemed to be in some trouble.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Haven pulled his outstretched hand back, while the girl with light purple hair continued to move to the side, and a round boy, as round as a ball, pressed closer.

Haven watched the scene unfold with great interest, which resembled a teen drama. He couldn't help but think to himself, "How could I possibly stumble upon such a melodramatic plot? This is far more interesting than listening to a half-elf give a lecture."

"Hey, Uli, don't go! Let's talk, let's chat. How about we grab dinner together after school? I know a restaurant in Hailar Province that has absolutely amazing seafood paella."

As the chubby boy spoke, he continued to approach the girl, who had already moved to the very edge, sitting on just a tiny bit of the stool, about to fall off.

"Hey bro, what kind of seafood paella is that? I want to try it."

Finally, unable to bear watching the spectacle any longer, Haven placed his hand on the little chubby ball's shoulder, stopping him from wriggling forward any further.

The little chubby ball felt resistance coming from its shoulder and turned its head to look.

"Shit, who's your brother? Who are you? Get your filthy hands off me."

Haven gave it a gentle push, sending the chubby little ball towards the seat next to him.

Okay, take it away.

Haven, who deliberately used a little more force, looked at the chubby little ball who hadn't sat properly and had fallen to the ground with his bottom, and scratched his head apologetically.

"Oh, sorry, I've removed it, but I used a little too much force."

After the chubby little ball fell on its bottom, it was a bit stunned. After a moment, it came to its senses, immediately stood up, and shouted to Haven:
"Damn it, you damn bastard, how dare you push me! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? How dare you push me!!"

Will looked at the cube-shaped boy and said:
"I don't know. Who is your father? Could it be my father, Zhang Erhe?"

Little Fatty had never been treated like this before. He was furious and shouted:

"What Zhang Erhe? My father is the famous Marquis Skadi!"

"You damned bastard, who are you? How dare you treat me like this? You're dead!"

The chubby little ball stood up comically from the ground and charged over like an angry alpaca.

Haven placed one hand on the chubby little ball's head, rubbed his eyes with the other hand, and yawned widely.

"Look how anxious you are. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to ask you where that seafood rice place is."

The little chubby ball reached out to grab Haven, but its arms were too short, and it couldn't grab anything after trying for a long time.

"You rude fellow, how dare you disturb me? Do you even know who I am?"

"Who are you"

"Shit, get your stinking hands off the great Freyr. Ugh~"

After Wilhaven released his grip, Freyr lost his balance and fell to the ground again with a loud thud. The half-elf teacher on the platform stopped and looked up at Wilhaven and Freyr.

"These two students, please sit down and don't disrupt our class."

"You white-haired bastard, son of a whore, you son of a bitch, you XXOO!"

Listening to the chubby boy spewing nonsense, Haven frowned, stood up, walked over to Freyr, and bent down to look at Freyr's fleshy face. The two were suddenly so close that Freyr could even see Haven's eyelashes.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are very impolite and should speak more politely?"

Faced with Will's imposing manner, Frey stopped spewing his fragrant words.

Seeing that the little chubby ball had stopped making a sound, I felt a little bored and sat back down.

"Please do not disrupt the class; return to your seats."

The half-elf teacher spoke again, and the chubby little ball sullenly walked to the other table and sat down, whereupon three or four noble offspring gathered around.

"Hahahaha, Freyr, you're really pathetic, you just made me laugh so hard."
Hahahaha, Freyr, you were really lame just now. Is this the method you told us about for picking up girls?
"Exactly! By the way, who's that white-haired guy?"

Little Fatty Frey sat there, his face flushing red and then turning pale. Then he said fiercely:
"I don't care who he is. After class, if he's a friend, come with me."

"Oh, oh, oh, of course we'd be happy to serve our future Marquis! After we're done, at the Weston Imperial Restaurant, I want to eat the Dragon Burger!"

"It was said by a nobleman with a long, thin face."

Freyr thought about the price of Weston and felt a pang of pain, but then, remembering what had just happened, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Alright, we'll head to Weston after this. Provided that this damn white-haired bastard doesn't get up for at least a week."

Several noble sons sat to one side and began to whisper among themselves, glancing at Havente not far away as they spoke.

Meanwhile, Haven lay down on the table again, closing his eyes to rest. He felt that life was incredibly boring, nothing like the interesting life that old fox, Earl Morrie, had described.

"Um, thank you so much for earlier."

A pleasant voice came from behind, and Haven looked up at the female classmate who was speaking.

Her light purple hair cascaded down her back, and her white dress perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

"Ah! It's okay~"

"Freil is the heir to the Skadi family. He usually acts like a tyrant in the Empire. You'd better leave now before get out of class ends, or he'll definitely cause you trouble later."

Thanks, I'll consider it.

After Hevant finished speaking, he continued to lie down. After several days of testing, he found that as long as he concentrated his mental energy to feel the elements and magic, he could actively absorb them. He felt that the meditation effect was better than the eight meditation methods described in the book.

If things continue like this, it might not be long before I can advance to the level of an intermediate mage, and then I can learn more powerful magic. Speaking of which, the learning package that the tentacle monster left in my brain actually contains quite a lot of information.

"My name is Uli Grei Simateus, from the Simateus family in the province of Half. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Ah, it's nice to meet you too. My name is Haven, and I'm from the North."

"Thanks to you for getting me out of this predicament today. He's been bothering me for so long. Without you, I wouldn't know what to do today."

"It's alright. If you really want to repay me, just treat me to a meal."

The purple-haired girl turned her head, sunlight streaming through the window illuminating her egg-white-like skin. She wrinkled her small nose and chuckled.

"Havent Hyland, heir to the White Lion, you're really not a gentleman. Shouldn't you be the one inviting the girl to dinner?"

Haven raised his head and looked at the girl with half-open eyes. He had to admit that the girl in front of him was indeed very beautiful.

“I don’t think I mentioned that I’m from White Lion.”

Uli covered her mouth and laughed:
"What happened in Hall 7 a few days ago has already spread throughout the campus. Your conspicuous white hair, plus the fact that you said you came from the North, and the most famous family in the North is the White Lion family."

Haven listened to the girl's sharing and couldn't help but complain.

'Mom is right, pretty girls are indeed smart.'

"Alright, alright. Then, beautiful lady, would you do us the honor of having dinner together?" "Hehehe~"

The girl let out a silvery laugh.

"You're a really interesting person, but you might be in trouble later. I'm not sure if we'll have time to have dinner together tonight."

As Uri spoke, she blinked her big eyes, gesturing for Havet to look to the side, where little Frey was plotting something with a few people nearby. He kept glancing over in their direction.

Seeing their stunned expressions, he smacked his lips.
"Relax, relax, so where should we go for dinner later?"

Uli smiled like a little fox, her big eyes revealing a cunning glint.

"I do know a few good restaurants, but what we eat tonight depends on how you are later."

Seeing the two chatting so enthusiastically, Freyr became even angrier. He secretly resolved to beat this ungrateful bastard to the ground, so that he couldn't even get up and could only cling to his feet and beg the great Freyr to let him go. He thought that this wretched woman, Uly, would be captivated by his valor and fall at Freyr's feet.

Thinking of this, Freyr couldn't help but let out an excited groan.
Just then, the bell rang, jolting Freyr out of his reverie. He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, glared at the two still engrossed in their conversation, and then gestured for the others to leave the classroom.

"Dear students, that concludes our lesson for today. I hope you have carefully understood the knowledge we have learned today and will embark on the path of magic as soon as possible. See you next week."

After saying this, the half-elf teacher tucked her books under her arm and quickly left the classroom. The other students also left the classroom one after another, but before leaving, they all glanced at Haven.

"Hey handsome, how about we jump out the window and leave? I don't want to see you get beaten up like a pig's head."

Uri smiled and tilted her head to look at Havent, who stood up, shrugged, made a friendly gesture, and then walked towards the classroom door.

The corridor was now packed with people, including students from Haven's class and students from other classes who had finished their lessons. The students around them were chattering away.

At the end of the corridor, Freyr and his group of five stood side by side. When they saw Havent come out, they immediately surrounded him.

"You white-haired bastard, weren't you so arrogant just now? I'll show you that some people are not to be trifled with!"

Having said that, he walked up to Haven in a very arrogant manner.

"Give you a chance."

Little Fatty Frey stretched out his right foot

"If you kneel down right now, kiss my shoes, and call me 'Daddy,' I'll let you go. Ah~"

The chubby boy's words were abruptly cut short as Havent punched Freyr in the face, sending blood and several teeth flying. Freyr was sent flying backward, his body crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ouch, ouch! My tailbone! Ouch, ouch!"

The other four men looked at Freyr, who was lying on the ground groaning, exchanged glances, and rushed over.

"Fuck you!"

The leading nobleman's son was as thin and weak as a straight bamboo pole. He brandished his not-so-powerful fists and charged menacingly toward Havent.

Haven remained calm and composed. With a swift movement, he unleashed a powerful and stylish high roundhouse kick, striking the nobleman's son squarely on the head.

In an instant, the nobleman's son didn't even have time to scream. He only managed a muffled groan before he crashed into the hard wall like a cannonball, losing consciousness with a loud bang.

Having completed his attack, Haven deftly retracted his leg, and with a light turn, he narrowly avoided a fierce kick from another boy.

In the blink of an eye, taking advantage of the opponent's old moves and the lack of new strength, he suddenly turned around and delivered a powerful left hook that struck the boy's jaw.

The punch was incredibly powerful, and the boy was completely unable to withstand it. He was instantly sent flying backward, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The next moment, Haven seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He extended his right hand and precisely caught the fist of another boy that came flying like a whirlwind.

With a powerful push off the wall, he used the reaction force to perform a graceful somersault in mid-air, landing steadily behind the boy who had thrown the punch.

He grabbed the boy's fist tightly, pulled him up by the neck.

Then, with lightning speed, the other hand grabbed the boy's chin.

With a "whoosh," a clean and decisive reverse over-the-shoulder throw sent the boy flying like a sandbag.

Having secured a quadra kill, Haven sprang to his feet and glanced around, spotting the last boy intently fiddling with a small flame in his palm.

Seeing this, Haven rushed to the boy in a few strides.

Suddenly, he spread his legs wide and launched himself into a perfect split, kicking straight at the boy's hands, which were gathered together in preparation for unleashing flames.

With a crisp sound, the newly gathered flames, like a blown-out candle, burst into the surrounding air with a loud bang.

Taking advantage of the moment, Haven quickly crossed his arms and gripped the boy's wrists tightly. With a sudden burst of strength, he pulled the boy close, catching him off guard and causing him to involuntarily lean against Haven.

Just as the two were about to get close, Haven suddenly raised his head and slammed his hard forehead into the boy's nose.

In an instant, two streams of bright red blood gushed from the boy's nostrils like a flood bursting its banks.

Having achieved a pentakill, Haven immediately released his hands, while the boy who had been hit by the headbutt collapsed limply onto the cold ground like a puppet that had lost its support.

In just twenty seconds, this thrilling one-sided beating came to an end, and a series of gasps of surprise rose from the crowd.

Haven stood relaxed amidst the bustling crowd, gently brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead before walking toward where the chubby boy lay.

At this moment, the little fat ball was tightly covering its blood-soaked mouth with both hands, its round eyes staring in terror at Haven's approaching figure.

His heart was already filled with fear and helplessness. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but his body seemed to have no will to obey him. He could only move his fat buttocks a few times with difficulty. In those few seconds, he was in front of him.

"You...you...don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Little Fatty Frey's voice trembled, like a frightened little bird, with a faint hint of a sob mixed in.

Seeing the panicked little chubby boy, Haven slowly bent down and squatted in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he swiftly reached out with one hand and forcefully pulled the hand covering Freyr's mouth off, while his other hand instantly pinched Freyr's chubby cheek.

"Well, it's not too bad, just a few front teeth are gone."

Oh well, the good thing is you're almost at the age where you should be losing your baby teeth. That saves you the trouble of having to go through the whole process of losing them later.

Oh dear, please wait a moment.

With that, Haven reached his hand directly into the little fat ball's open mouth and yanked it hard.

The next moment, another tooth was forcibly pulled out, accompanied by Freyr's heart-wrenching scream.

“Ah~~~~~~~!!!!”

"Alright, alright. That's fine now. The other one was a little loose too, I'll pull it out for you while I'm at it, you're welcome."

Hearing Haven's outrageous statement, the little chubby ball was so frightened that it didn't dare to scream. Its eyes were wide open, and its pupils trembled violently. Its legs started to sway back, and a patch of water seeped into the ground.

Looking at the chubby little dog, Haven reached out and patted Freyr on the shoulder, saying:

"Hey, young people shouldn't be so hot-tempered. I believe we can still get along peacefully in the future."

"By the way, where is that seafood rice you mentioned?"

After a series of shocks, Freyr finally rolled his eyes and fainted. Looking at the unconscious chubby boy, Haven curled his lip.

"How stingy! Talk to me before you go to sleep. These young people nowadays just need a good sleep; they fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow."

Seeing that it was unlikely that the chubby little Frey would wake up quickly, Havent, feeling it was pointless, casually tossed him to the ground. He turned around, stood up, and looked back towards the classroom door.

Uli's face was flushed and her eyes were sparkling as she watched the whole thing; she was clearly still recovering from the exciting scene.

"How about it, isn't he handsome? And beautiful lady, may we have dinner together?"

(End of this chapter)