Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

It's truly like serving a tiger!

"Tell them to gather together," Lü Cheng said.

"The training will begin in a couple of days. As the team leader, I'd like to test the team members' abilities. Is that alright?"

Feng Li's eyes twitched violently.

test?

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

The mental power of the eighth realm peak!

Unless you allow it, who below the highest level is qualified to cast a spell in front of you?

This is no way to bully someone!

"You have a problem with that?" Lu Cheng asked, puzzled.

"No!" Feng Li's expression froze.

"Speak your mind if you have any opinions." Lü Cheng placed the documents on the table and leaned back.

"I am merely a lowly captain; you are the true mentors."

"The decision is still yours."

"..."

The five of them exchanged glances, their hearts pounding as if a thousand horses were galloping through their veins.

They're all calling themselves "Imperial" now, are they trying to get their opinions?

……

In the afternoon, at the center of the Imperial Capital Academy, in the Magic Duel Arena.

In the center of the venue, more than ten young monks stood in a row.

"Why did we suddenly gather earlier?" Zhao Manyan, with his flowing blond hair, nudged Mo Fan next to him.

"And you weren't late?"

Having known him for so long, he had come to realize that being late was practically Mo Fan's habit.

In his own words, the main characters always make their grand entrance last.

If you don't arrive late, how can you attract everyone's attention?

But this time, Mo Fan arrived much earlier than expected, which was quite unusual.

"He's already a substitute, if he's late again, he might not even qualify as a substitute anymore," a well-dressed young man mocked.

"Perfect, we have so many substitutes, one less won't make a difference."

"Hey, what are you saying? The captain hasn't even arrived yet. Why don't you revoke his captaincy and become the captain yourself?" Mo Fan asked, setting a trap for him.

Why is he afraid to be late?

Just kidding, this is Lü Cheng's place!

"Ha, a mere substitute, lecturing me?" Guan Yu said disdainfully.

"Wow, you're awesome. If you're so awesome, why aren't you the captain?" Mo Fan continued to dig a hole.

"You!" Guan Yu frowned.

The captain of the National Government Team was decided by the five mentors. Originally, when the team first assembled, it was Ai Jiangtu, but a few days ago, the captain was suddenly changed.

He didn't know the specifics, but to be able to directly appoint a captain and even relegate a regular player to the bench, this person's ability, regardless of their skill level, must be top-tier, capable of even interfering in matters involving the National Team...

"Ah Cheng!"

Just as the group was buzzing with discussion, Jiang Shaoxu suddenly shouted and waved to Lü Cheng, who was walking towards them from a distance.

Everyone turned to look and saw that the five mentors were surrounding Lü Cheng like his younger brothers.

"Hmm? Why does he seem more handsome?" Zhao Manyan asked in confusion.

Mo Fan looked at him with disdain. "That's enough, isn't that how you flatter someone?"

“How can this be called flattery?” Zhao Manyan said with righteous indignation.

"These are my heartfelt words!"

"Cough cough!" Feng Li walked to the front of the line and coughed heavily twice.

"There is a problem now: the number of substitutes is too high, exceeding the plan, so we need to reduce the number."

"Why bother with a meeting for something this simple? Just kick out two substitutes, right?" Guan Yu glanced casually at Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan.

One got in through connections, the other bought his way in.

No one here objects to kicking these two out.

"Don't make any more noise when I'm speaking!" Feng Li said, frowning.

The fish immediately shut its mouth.

The five mentors wield considerable power; they can even kick someone out directly.

You can offend anyone, but you absolutely cannot offend your mentor.

"After discussion, we've decided to use a lottery system to determine who stays and who leaves," Feng Li said.

"..."

"What?!"

"Draw lots?"

"seriously?"

Everyone stared at Feng Li in utter bewilderment.

What the hell is this called?

Feng Li's expression remained unchanged. "Luck is also a part of strength."

Although he couldn't understand why Lü Cheng would think of using a lottery to decide who would stay and who would go, frankly, there was nothing wrong with that method.

While skill is essential, luck is also quite important.

Their Nationalist team was eliminated in the round of 16 last time due to bad luck.

"Should we smoke too?"

Looking at the lottery box in front of him, Guan Yu's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

If we're unlucky, we might end up going home before we even set off.

"The National Team doesn't need unlucky guys," Feng Li said calmly.

"It will harm the fate of the nation."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked somewhat awkward, but they still stepped forward and drew lots obediently.

"Why isn't he smoking?" Guan Yu asked Lü Cheng.

“Because he doesn’t need luck,” Feng Li said.

Guan Yu wanted to say something more, but Feng Li's death stare made him shut his mouth.

Soon, all thirteen team members drew a small ball with a number written on it.

"Half an hour later, the two people with the largest and smallest numbers left."

After speaking, Feng Li turned and walked towards Lü Cheng and the other four mentors on the sidelines.

"The smallest number?" Mo Fan looked at the 250 on his ball.

"What do you mean..."

Before Mo Fan could even ask a question, beams of magical light rapidly lit up.

Guan Yu, who had just been at odds with Mo Fan, launched a surprise attack with a shadow-遁 (shadow escape technique).

"Damn it!" Mo Fan also activated his Shadow Step to dodge.

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Idiot." Guan Yu looked at him like he was an idiot.

Could this guy not have figured out the rules of the game yet?

Before Mo Fan could even lash out, Zhao Manyan ran to his side.

"Drawing lots depends on luck. If you're unlucky, now's your chance to defy fate and change your destiny. Do you understand?"

Mo Fan was taken aback, "A melee?"

"No, how do you know if your number is big or small?"

Zhao Manyan immediately started putting on his shield, "So this game also tests intelligence gathering ability!"

The game starts with a draw to determine luck, and the chaotic battle for numbers can change one's fate. However, no one knows whether their number is high or low. Moreover, with thirteen people and two being eliminated, all you need to do is make sure your number is neither the highest nor the lowest.

Luck, skill, intelligence gathering, teamwork, popularity...