After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

After all, the scene on the light screen was quite shocking even to them.

"A fourth-circle wizard? And he looks to be no more than twenty years old."

"That's not all. To be able to kill a sub-dragon with a considerable degree of spell resistance in one move, the power of his spell has probably reached the level of a fifth-ring cultivator."

"Moreover, it doesn't seem to be one of those promising ordinary people we've been funding..."

"interesting."

Originally, after Aisveta completed the trial, the nobles no longer paid attention to the contents of the illusion trial, and stayed only out of etiquette.

Unexpectedly, they actually discovered a rather pleasant surprise.

Although there were people who entered the Demon Tower Trial before, and quite a few of them reached the fourth rank, most of them were either children of nobles or geniuses with outstanding talents who were discovered and supported by nobles at a very young age.

From a young age, he had no shortage of resources, and there were also various tutoring classes and famous teachers to guide him.

In comparison, the commoner students who achieved this level entirely on their own, without receiving resources from the nobles, are clearly more commendable.

What's more, the other party is a wizard.

Even today, with the establishment of the Arcane Tower and wizards no longer hoarding their knowledge, and everyone able to access arcane arts through introductory books in the Black Tower Bookstore, the mage profession remains extremely rare and valuable.

After all, in the Western Continent, having a strong body is obviously much simpler than having the logical thinking to learn arcane arts.

Immediately, many nobles became interested.

"Principal Dawn, may I ask about the background of this new student?"

"If the opportunity arises, I hope that after the trial is over, Headmaster, you can introduce me to someone."

"I don't know if he's denying the engagement. I have a little daughter..."

The nobles were not short-sighted.

This is a world where extraordinary abilities exist, and compared to real strength, the class distinction between nobles and commoners naturally seems insignificant.

Such a young and talented wizard may very well have a chance to become a near-legendary wizard in the future.

If they could tie their family to their cause through marriage, the future of their entire family would be secured.

On the other side of the VIP seating area.

"The spell used by this new student appears to be based on the modified version of the 'Fireball' spell he submitted in his written exam."

"Dean, I think we need to review his written test scores."

A middle-aged instructor from the magic academy made the suggestion to Dean Nicot.

He was also one of the people responsible for grading the written exams. He was moved when he saw the new model described in the Charles exam, and now he was even more amazed after seeing the actual effect.

Unfortunately, Dean Nicol himself was responsible for grading the exams, and his personal opinion had no influence on anything.

"Absurd! The original text of the Fireball spell was personally verified by His Highness Vimersta and His Highness Charles. How can it be changed at will?"

Dean Nicot refuted him righteously.

Although his strength as a seventh-ring wizard was not weak in the capital, he was not particularly renowned.

The main reason why Nigut was able to become the dean of the magic academy was that most high-ranking wizards chose to stay in the Black Tower to study arcane magic in order to advance further, while he chose to stay in the Aran Empire rather than be a big fish in a small pond, taking advantage of the empire's scarcity of talent.

Therefore, his position as dean of the magic academy was not very secure, as many people were eyeing his position.

Previously, they thought they could achieve something through the Illusion Trial, but due to unforeseen circumstances, a lot of the nobles' family scandals were exposed.

Although the nobles couldn't openly make things difficult for him out of consideration for their reputation, it was still easy for them to exert pressure on him secretly through Principal Dawn.

Didn't you see that they even said something like, "Principal Dawn, you don't want your college to be investigated for tax evasion, do you?"

If he were to make another mistake in grading the papers now, and his competitors were to use it as an opportunity to attack him, it would not be impossible for him to lose his position as the dean of the magic academy.

For this reason, Dean Nicot's voice rose a few decibels and became more forceful: "Even if this new spell model appears to be an improvement on the surface, there must be huge undiscovered loopholes inside, and it may go berserk and backfire on the caster at any time!"

"I believe that as the tower master of the Black Tower's branch tower, Lord Tevez will also agree with my point of view."

Tevez is a slightly overweight, middle-aged man who wears glasses.

As an eighth-circle wizard and a true near-legend, Tevis is also the chief administrator of the Black Tower's branch towers within the Empire, holding a position equivalent to that of a cardinal of the Dawn Church.

As the Black Tower's representative in the Empire, and someone with whom he had some personal ties, Dean Nicot believed that the other party would definitely agree with his views to uphold the Black Tower's authority.

However, at this moment, the master of the Tevis Tower was watching the scene on the light screen without making a sound.

To be precise, it was the freshman who was leisurely walking towards the entrance of the Magic Tower.

"Dean Nicot, what is this new student's name?"

Edmond Dantès.

The Tower Master of Tevis took out a book from his storage ring and flipped through it a couple of times. Dean Nicot caught a glimpse of the words "The Count of Monte Cristo" on the book cover.

Tevez frowned and silently retreated behind the crowd.

"The history of Fireball in Black Tower is quite long, and there are many original variations."

Dean Nicol didn't understand: "So, Lord Tvesta also thinks that the official version of the Fireball spell from the Black Tower is better?"

"Our core principle of seeking knowledge and exploration is to enhance the initiative of wizards in the process of studying arcane arts, avoid excessive dogmatism, and develop an arcane path with Black Tower characteristics."

"Lord Tevesta, I still don't quite understand what you mean..."

Immediately afterwards, Dean Nicot saw Tevis's eyes glazed over as he silently mouthed a few words to him.

Although he didn't understand the meaning of the mouth shape, Dean Nicot felt that he had grasped it.

It was clearly inconvenient for the Tevis branch leader to speak on behalf of the Black Tower, so he could only use this subtle way of expressing his views.

With Tevez's endorsement, Dean Nicot felt more confident in his words.

He pointed to Xia Er's image on the light screen and confidently addressed the mentors and nobles around him: "Look closely, this new student's improved fireball spell seems powerful, but it is obviously extremely energy-consuming."

"Look at how absent-minded and unable to concentrate he seems right now. It's obvious that the unauthorized alteration of the original Fireball Technique has caused great damage to his mental strength, and it's even possible that it has caused permanent and irreversible sequelae at the soul level."

"I can assert that with this kind of mental strain, he may not be showing it now, but he will definitely not be able to pass the Seven Deadly Sins Trials!"

"Dean Nicot..."

"Ok?"

Dean Nicol turned around with displeasure and looked at the tutor who had interrupted his confident speech.

"This freshman named Edmond Dantès... he..."

"He what?"

"He's already on the top floor."

Chapter Seventeen: Charles the Little Sweet Potato

"Family members, does anyone understand? This is an absolutely ridiculous situation. I ran into someone like this on the street..."

boom--

The words stopped abruptly.

Something that was clearly shaped like a long watermelon but had eyes and a mouth was crushed to the ground by the fourth-circle spell "Anonymous. Gravity Control".

The next moment, the watermelon burst open under the force of ten times gravity, shattering its rind and flesh all over the ground.

"Your rage trial is really giving me high blood pressure..."

Charles looked at the watermelon juice spilled all over the floor and was speechless.

The person who created this Seven Deadly Sins Trial is truly a genius, but you're likely to get beaten up on the street, so you can probably only go out at noon.

Conversely, if this illusion were simplified into a magical item or spell, wouldn't it be equivalent to a follower with built-in taunt?

Even though true powerhouses are unlikely to lose their minds due to illusions, in battles between high-ranking superhumans, a mere moment of distraction is enough to determine the victor.

Ciel felt that his next self-created forbidden spell was also in the works.

"Charles the Little Sweet Potato"?

He cast a cleansing spell on himself, cleaning off the watermelon juice that had accidentally splashed on him, and headed towards the top floor of the magic tower.

At the same time, Xiaer transferred a portion of the computational power of the spiritual ocean from the process of the deduction network model to the new process of this new forbidden spell.

To some extent, Dean Nicot's assessment of his absent-mindedness was not wrong; he was indeed often distracted.

Charles's mental strength is one of his greatest advantages as a wizard; the vastness of his mental ocean is far beyond what other legendary mages can match.

To avoid wasting his mental energy, even when he was sleeping, a considerable portion of his mental energy was still calculating arcane models on its own.

This is also why Sharl was able to catch up with other legendary mages who had accumulated decades or even centuries of experience in just over a decade.

An anonymous librarian and legendary dragon speech mage once complained that Sharl was a born curl-up king, even curling up in his sleep, leaving no way for the old folks like them to survive.

……

Dean Nicot felt a burning pain on his face.

However, his dignity as the dean of the magic academy compelled him to offer a way to save face.

"Even if he is lucky enough to pass the Seven Deadly Sins Trials, with the limited perspective and knowledge of a commoner, it would be difficult for him to get a high score in the final trial."

All the nobles could see that Dean Nicot was arguing with this rather talented student.