T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 643, Section 642: Disgusting
Jiang Heyi's task for the prison guard was very simple.

To stir up trouble and control the situation.

The former is simple; no one knows better than him, a former entertainer, how to create a massive explosion of fame.

The latter is not easy; those who are happy are all concerned with having fun but not with the consequences.

Fortunately, I had spent a lot of time with Jiang Heyi and had also organized several offline fan gatherings in my previous life, so I had gained some experience.

Golovin was called out, and the jailer was already thinking of a way to save face and maintain control of the situation.

Everyone in Rainbow Rain is a high-risk individual; in the game, they are equivalent to a formidable character like Gorcalon, who excels in both mechanics and stats.

If we're talking about the most dangerous, aside from Rona, the Soul Warlock who pulled off a 1-for-3 trade in the game, it would be Golovin.

He perfectly embodies the Dominator's philosophy that magic is about quality, not quantity.

He uses only two or three spells at a time, and being a magic warrior, he occasionally engages in close combat.

Hagiron screamed in pain after taking a single shot, and the jailer didn't think anyone here had skin as thick as Hagiron's.

Therefore, the moment Golovin was called out, everyone in Rainbow Rain stopped chewing.

Vanassis and Alvin put their arms around his shoulders, one on each side.

"We're here to stir up trouble and build our reputation, but we're all about knowing when to stop."

"Kid, a good beating will do, but don't draw blood. If there's blood, Potato's whole plan will be ruined."

Golovin was very nervous, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

He's an expert at defeating monsters and hunting evil mages.

The atmosphere was perfect; the evil gun was thrown, piercing right to the heart.

The beheading and the reward were carried out in one swift motion.

He hasn't reached the level of mastery or flexibility; miracles happen through sheer force.

In his eyes, Melissa, who was probably no more than 6 or 7 years older than him, was as innocent as a child.

Golovin's reaction was naturally observed by the onlookers.

That lack of confidence, which seemed like a sign of fear, made many spectators laugh mockingly.

"Are you already showing weakness before even fighting? Could it be that Tier 6 is really equal to Tier 8?"

Thiago rubbed his temples and waved for the person who was temporarily hosting the banquet to come down and take charge.

With things having come to this point, even the nobles in the main hall went up to the manor's balcony to watch; a fight was inevitable.

"Let's inspect the goods first, check their quality, and then make a decision." He was also a little hesitant.

Could the rainbow rain really be a product of word-of-mouth and bandwagon effect from some country bumpkin in the South?

On the lakeside of the manor, the battle zone was surrounded and laid out by servants with scrolls.

The barrier scroll was provided by the mage Tayalja—she was also a master of joining in the fun, and upon learning that a battle was about to take place, she hurriedly took out her treasured scroll to share.

That is second only to the group that was robbed by Arela.

Not only that, she also volunteered to act as a referee to help control the situation, which silenced those who questioned the safety of the event.

Barrier Master Alga may lack combat skills, but protecting people is still quite easy for him.

Weapons are optional, but all provided are made of wood.

Seeing Golovin take the wooden gun, Melissa sneered, "Not using your own weapon won't be your excuse, will it?"

Golovin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a gesture that only reinforced the onlookers' belief that he was guilty.

As a special guest, the jailer got the best viewing spot, standing almost alongside several magicians who were controlling the scene.

Before coming here, he was curious about what academic magicians in Anna were like in real life. This was a rare opportunity, and he had to see for himself.

"Are you ready?" Yarga scanned the room. "This is just a friendly exchange during the banquet. Please remember to stop when you've reached your limit."

Melissa and Golovin both nodded.

"Alright, countdown 3, then it's time for free sparring."

"3"

Melissa mobilized all her magic power and concentrated it in her palm.

"2"

Sensing the change in magic, Golovin calmed down somewhat.

In terms of control over magic, out of 10, Golovin would give this speed of manipulation an 8.

As students of the Imperial Academy who have received professional and systematic education, the wild mage doesn't know how long it will take to figure out some of the methods for accelerating the use of magic.

"1"

Golovin's eyes sharpened as he thought to himself, "It seems this isn't just for show; I'll need to demonstrate some real strength."

As the countdown ended, Melissa suddenly reached out and aimed at Golovin. An invisible magic compressed the surrounding air, producing a suffocating hissing sound, like a deflating balloon.

The jailer tilted his head and couldn't help but let out an "Ah!"

Should I stand still while casting a spell at the start?

Sister, are you serious?
Their understanding of the boundary between reality and illusion is also academic; the Overlord never taught them such a pig-nose-like confrontation.

Anyone who doesn't maintain a moving posture when starting a sparring match and instead makes excessively time-consuming movements like raising their hands will be thoroughly beaten and repeatedly educated by the martial arts and magic combat instructors.

The jailer caught a glimpse of the expression on the face of the Mage Tower's big boss, Yarga, out of the corner of his eye, and noticed that she was also having trouble keeping the corners of her mouth closed.

The elite students of the Imperial Royal Academy made a fatal mistake right from the start: who is their mentor?

You're famous!

Golovin had already leaped high into the air, his wooden spear infused with a dangerous light by magic.

This was a dangerous starting move; it was an instinctive action for him.

The opponent is stationary, like a sitting duck. Even with the increased speed from acceleration skills, it's difficult for them to escape the predicted attack range. There's a huge opening; there's no reason not to exploit it.

In a real-world combat scenario, the story should end here, unless the two sides are vastly different in strength. The other side might take a bullet head-on, smear Golovin's face, and say, "Have you had enough?"

Yes, at least you need to have the physique of Elaine Vie, who can scream even after being stabbed in the body, to create an opening and counterattack.

So far, it has not been shown that Melissa is a member of the Hagiron family.

If there's anything commendable about Melissa in this initial exchange, it's that she has excellent aim and tracking skills.

She could instantly channel her magic into Golovin's wide-open jump, keeping him within the range of his movements.

But it didn't work.

Staring intently at the spear containing dark purple lightning that Golovin had unleashed, the entire Rainbow Rain crew held their breath.

The referees, who understood the situation, were prepared to assist in the interception, but based on the trajectory of the magic movement, they were all relieved.

The wooden spear in Golovin's hand, crackling with dark purple lightning, crashed down like a meteor.

The sound was terrifying, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and the shockwave caused the clothes of people near the edge of the field to flutter.

However, this swift strike landed precisely... on the open ground half a meter away from Melissa.

Lightning flashed and rocks scattered everywhere, but it didn't even touch the hem of Melissa's clothes.

"With this level of accuracy, it's hilarious."

"All show and no substance, huh?"

During the brief interval between attacks, discussions arose one after another, and everyone burst into laughter at the anticlimactic attack.

Melissa, at the center of the storm, only saw the opponent's powerful shot miss, and assumed it was due to her own skill in locking onto the target, or that the opponent lost their aim under immense pressure.

"Chance!"

A hint of smugness and sharpness flashed in her eyes. Instead of retreating, she swirled around herself, unleashing magical power, and charged forward, instantly closing the distance.

The jailer could see that Yarga and his group of impromptu referees were trying to stop them, but Melissa was quick to react, and a new round of confrontation had already begun.

Golovin became the biggest victim.

Can't he even realize the difference? What more do you want from him?

Seeing Melissa already in front of him, and observing her starting stance as she gathered magic power, he scoffed, transformed his magic power into a magic barrier, and charged straight at her.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Melissa was sent flying backward, while Golovin was unharmed.

The jailer facepalmed.

Golovin did nothing; he took advantage of the moment when Melissa's magic was about to be unleashed to place the barrier in front of her hands.

The magic was generated, but its power was not enough to cause significant damage. However, the close-range explosion compressed the air and acted on Melissa.

Melissa was completely unable to cause any trouble. She was hit in the face by the air cannon at close range, and fell to the ground covered in dust and dirt. She felt like she was seeing stars and her vision was going black.

Kurien and Vic, who were watching the game, looked grim.

The Imperial Royal Magic Academy is the lineage closest to them.

Melissa's behavior was practically mocking all the effort he had poured into the university's elite students over the years.

"Relax, there are good students and bad students too," Wick tried to comfort his old friend. "See, there are still sensible people out there."

Before Melissa could struggle to her feet and stubbornly continue fighting, the teachers from the Royal Magic Academy entered the arena.

He nodded very kindly to Golovin: "Thank you for your guidance."

Anyone with eyes can see that this is speaking up for Melissa.

Melissa chose this herself, so if she can win, there's nothing more to say; she's bringing glory to the academy.

Even if you lose, a dignified exit can still be considered a "friendly exchange."

If you stubbornly persist and pester them, that would be utterly shameful.

Today, senior professors from various universities are present.

Students of this age are most likely to follow the crowd. Initially, it was just a group of people clamoring that level 6 is equal to level 8 and that they wanted to challenge Rainbow Rain.

As soon as the news spread, students from the five universities joined in the festivities, all coming to participate in the excitement.

At such a passionate age, fearing they might cause a major incident at the banquet that would damage the academy's reputation, they felt compelled to join in the fun.

Deep down, they also harbored resentment towards Thiago.

Anyone with eyes could see that he was deliberately using the banquet to investigate Rainbow Rain's background and verify his strength; these things had nothing to do with students of this age.

He could have strictly checked the invitations and refused entry to the trainees, but Thiago did not.

The scope of invitations was broadened to allow students to enter, and the white-gloved nobles would mention to everyone that it was Thiago's favor.

nausea!

In other words, the general trend is that the nobility praises Thiago's "benevolence," otherwise the pragmatic instructors in the various academies would have spat on him.

What kind of skill is it to encourage students to charge forward? Don't you dare to join the fray yourself?
A group of kids immersed in academia, who know very little about the outside world, are using this to pave their own way. What good can come of it if he really succeeds to the throne?

Kurien was very satisfied with the college tutor's response and speed of action.

Just ...

Wick knew perfectly well what his old friend was thinking.

"Thiago, you're quite the clever one."

"Humph."

Kurien scoffed, remaining noncommittal.

(End of this chapter)