god of tomorrow

"Understood. I'll find the Star Family and the Dawn Pope, and have them slit their throats and bleed. Whoever's blood can restrain dark life like his will be his family."

"Although it's very difficult, it's still a solution..."

Gawain grumbled viciously. His eagerness to find a father stemmed from his covetousness for billions in assets. Only with a powerful background could one gain resources. He was too eager to advance his career. If he had the ability to crush the Finn family and the Dawn Pope, he wouldn't care about having this cheap, unreliable father.

At that time, he was the father. Because the debt of gratitude owed to the father could not be repaid, the billions of assets were a gift from the children to their new father for his 20th birthday.

"Speaking of which, the little black witch looks badly injured. Could she have died just from sucking my breath?"

"It's best if he's not dead!"

"A blood feud should be avenged with a spring of water. She made me bleed last night, and I'll make her pay double another day..."

Gao Wen muttered some things like "Don't underestimate a young man's potential" and "Avoid his sharp edge for now," pretending that what happened last night hadn't happened. After washing up, he headed towards the teaching building.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the afternoon, at the South Campus Gymnasium.

First- and second-year students have academic classes in the morning and magic classes in the afternoon. The former cultivates talents needed by the country, while the latter trains magicians, emphasizing all-round development.

The daily routine of third-year students is not so hectic. After passing four tests and becoming a formal mage, they finish their magic classes every afternoon and devote all their time to improving their strength.

Whether it's combat practice or learning order magic, as long as they feel they have mastered everything they've learned, they can sign up for the annual school knight ranking tournament, which only starts in the second half of the semester.

Many gifted students have already reached this stage by ending their magic classes early in their second year.

The Knight Ranking Tournament is a major event that the Royal Magic University is proud of, attracting attention from all walks of life every year. It was originally created to provide a stage for commoner students to showcase themselves, but it has grown increasingly popular, with a large number of noble children joining, resulting in its current grand scale.

Logically, noble students would return to their family fiefdoms after graduation, or they would be employed immediately upon graduation, serving the royal family directly through family connections; they would not become so-called knights.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a knight is a nobleman. Even the lowest-ranking nobleman is still a nobleman, regardless of class.

The truth is, a noble can be a knight, but a knight is not necessarily a noble. In the Kingdom of Gold, and even throughout the entire continent, only knights who have made meritorious contributions can be promoted to noble status and complete the upward mobility of social classes.

Noble students have family honors and have no reason to lower themselves to compete with commoners for the dispensable title of knight.

At first, they looked down on these small-scale competitions.

Until one day, a minor nobleman from a fallen family applied to participate in the competition. The school thought that this student was no different from a commoner, so they approved the application.

After the competition, this young nobleman gained great fame due to his excellent ranking.

Once this precedent was set, countless others followed suit. At first, they were all minor nobles, but later more and more major nobles joined the knightly rankings.

The participation of aristocrats means the competition will receive more attention. Everyone wants to see their child shine on stage, so they don't need the school to promote it; they'll personally go out and cheer them on.

Increased attention, especially among wealthy individuals, means that the market makers will open betting... cough cough, meaning that top-ranked students will gain immense fame and fortune, making everyone happy.

Yes, the noble students don't covet the knight title; what they want is fame, a platform to bring glory to their families.

Good news: Due to the "catfish effect," the Cavaliers' rankings are soaring, and their prestige is increasing.

Good news: Ordinary students can't compete for resources, so in order to protect their own little plot of land, they have no choice but to increase their loans from the school.

The school had no reason to object, so it quietly removed the clause that excluded aristocratic students from participating in the competition, and made a stern statement about fairness and justice, saying that people shouldn't be discriminated against just because they are rich.

Having discussed the Cavaliers' ranking matches, let's return to Gawain's side.

The third-year students who are about to become formal monks have a lot of free time. They have no classes in the afternoon, so they can only kill time by fighting.

Gawain is currently trending in this direction. Of the three major courses for magic apprentices, Professor Buber, who teaches theory, sweats profusely whenever he sees him; Professor Leo, who teaches physical education, angrily offers 20 to beg for mercy; and Professor Frey, who teaches meditation, although he is not familiar with her, has already entered the third stage of meditation, so it doesn't matter whether he takes the course or not.

Given the numerous tasks he undertakes at the stadium, it's easy to see why he's planning to settle down here.

"Brother Gao Wenxue, I'm here."

As soon as Gao Wen arrived at the main stadium on the first floor, he was caught by the enthusiastic and treacherous senior. Gao Wen couldn't remember his name, but he knew that this guy had a lot of brothers and would betray them without batting an eye.

No, this is Gao's brother!

"Senior, when did you arrive? Am I late?" Gao Wen asked with the innocent look of a freshman.

In his opinion, 88 points of charm are useless, but that's not the case. His face makes an excellent first impression, and coupled with his humble and clear personality, he easily gains the favor of others.

Unless there is an enmity or conflict of interest, Gawain is generally well-liked and can make friends wherever he goes.

"I just arrived too. Come on, let's go upstairs. Lab is already here. Let me introduce you."

"Labu?"

Upon hearing the name, Gao Wen immediately thought of a Labrador Retriever, muttering to himself about how he always seemed to run into good-for-nothings lately.

"Lab and I are both in the law school; he studies political science and public administration..."

Gawain nodded secretly. These two courses were not open to commoners. They were clearly for wealthy nobles who would inherit the family business in the future.

"He comes from the Woodlow family of the Bauhinia Province. He's the eldest son and a member of the student council. He's nothing like us ordinary nobles who just laze around and do nothing..."

Gawain remembered that Hervi's file also listed her as being from the Bauhinia Province, which bordered the Emerald Province and was a border province of the Golden Sun Kingdom.

“Lab reached the top 100 in the Knights rankings in his sophomore year. After a summer break, his skills have improved even further. He wants to achieve a better ranking. I know you have outstanding fighting skills, so I recommended you to him.”

What kind of fighting technique is a straight punch? You've clearly eaten shit yourself, yet you're trying to trick your buddies into thinking the chocolate is delicious...

Gao Wenzheng was making an analogy when he suddenly realized something was wrong and decisively changed it. The hapless senior had stepped into a puddle himself and then dragged his buddies down with him…

No, that won't work either. It's clearly him smelling a fart and lying to his brother that something was burning...

No matter how you compare them, it's not right.

Gao Wen couldn't find a suitable analogy for a moment, so he simply gave up. Just then, he went up the stairs to the second floor and met his Labrador senior.

This is a young man with a steady demeanor, a robust build, a resolute face, and thick eyebrows and large eyes that exude an aura of integrity.

"You must be Gawain, Rab Woodlow. It's a great honor to invite you for a tryout."

Rab was polite and well-mannered, and disliked superficiality. When shaking hands with Gao Wen, he slowly increased the pressure and said, "Many classmates recommended you to me, saying that you will definitely not disappoint me. I hope you can give it your all in the trial later."

"Don't worry, senior, I promise I won't let you down." Gao Wen's smile remained unchanged, and he increased the force in his hand.

Ten seconds later.

Rab was the first to stop, remaining silent at first, then frantically rubbing his hands together behind his back.

"Senior?!"

"No, it's nothing. This way, I've already rented a training room."

Labu showed no embarrassment, but he was on high alert. He had heard that several classmates had been beaten up by a freshman, but he didn't believe it. He had just tested him out and found that the freshman was indeed quite capable.

Good, very energetic.

This is the sparring partner he wants. Today, he's determined to show his strength and dominance, to make up for the embarrassment his classmates have lost, and not let a freshman look down on them, the seniors.

At the same time, Gao Wen also received a mission.

[Host triggers mission [Trial Training 9]]

[Mission Description: Labrador achieved an excellent result of being ranked in the top 100 for the Cavaliers last year, and this year he will only improve. He is a formidable opponent, so we must not underestimate him.]

[Task Rewards: 5000 Experience Points, 500 Gold Coins, 20 Basic Free Attribute Points]

【Whether to accept? 】

【whether】

5000 experience points, and getting an S+ rating means you get a full 1 experience points.

We're going to win today, no matter what! x2

Chapter 48 When Sweeping Away All Enemies in the Arena

"Gao Wen, I won't repeat the rules for the trial."

Inside the training room, Rab stretched his arms and legs briefly: "You were able to defeat several senior students, which shows that you are quite strong. I will do my best to show my respect for you."

Gao Wen nodded. This was his ninth time participating in the trial, and he knew the rules by heart.

In fact, the trial rules were extremely favorable to him, maximizing his chances of success. The rules prohibited the use of sacrificial magic, magic shields, and other magic-releasing techniques like levitation—all rules designed to limit the abilities of a fully-fledged mage.

The most basic elemental magic spells, such as Ignite and Illumination, are not included here.

This trial training rule gives magic apprentices the ability to fight alongside full-fledged mages.

The unfortunate ones who lost to Gawain before all lost because of the rules. If they had gone all out, even if Gawain could have won, he wouldn't have won so easily.

"I'll attack first!"

Having lost the handshake contest from the start, Rab didn't take Gao Wen seriously as a naive freshman and dared not underestimate him. After confirming the rules, he took the initiative to attack.

Despite his imposing physique, his speed was astonishing. He not only took the initiative to attack but also activated his meditation at the first moment, raising his stats to their peak. Wherever he passed, a gust of wind was stirred up, and he forcefully broke through the roaring momentum of the heavy semi-trailer with his flesh and blood.

If an ordinary person were to suffer such a blow, they might consider a revival round, since they would have several systems after transmigrating.

Gawain didn't need to think about it; he had already put it on.

"Labour really went all out; he came out serious right away!"

"Exactly, exactly, we always exchange a couple of polite moves first, and then..."

"And then that was it. I just saw the fist grow bigger in front of me, and then I fell asleep and never woke up again."

Outside the training hallway, several idiots crowded the specially made glass window on the door, talking about their battle with Gawain. They had to admit that Labu, who went all out from the start, was much smarter than them. He attacked without hesitation and didn't play games.

This is outrageous! I skipped my date to watch you get beaten up, not to see you show off! xN

“If it were me, I would definitely avoid confrontation at this time, but Gao Wen would not; he prefers head-on confrontation.”

"That's right, the rules maximize Gawain's strengths and leave him with no weaknesses. That kid Raab is doomed today!"

"I bet 100 that he'll fall flat on his face right now."

"Add 200, and you'll break two more teeth."

Putting aside the touching brotherhood off the field, Gao Wen moved swiftly inside the training room, transforming into a human cannonball and rushing towards Lab at an extremely fast speed.

A burst of meditation, a head-on confrontation!

Labu neither dodged nor evaded; his muscles were taut like iron, and he swung his fist forward with all his might.

Gao Wen made the same choice, without any fancy moves, throwing a punch straight at Labu's face.

Bang!

A tremendous crash resounded in the enclosed training room, like a muffled thunderclap. Two fists struck their targets precisely. Labu was punched in the face, and the terrifying force transformed into visible ripples, the impact sweeping through his entire body and directly affecting his limbs and bones.