Card simulation, starting with the Goblin Deserter

Zuma Academy Conference Room

The teachers fell silent as they watched the final practical test being replayed on the screen.

After a long pause, an elderly professor with half-gray hair finally spoke.

"That Patton Hayes isn't an ordinary student..."

"I did a rough calculation; from the moment he launched his sneak attack until the end of the assessment, Sinclair was silenced for at least five minutes!"

"This tactic is terrifying. Any card player who falls for it will end up like Sinclair..."

The others remained silent, but all tacitly agreed with the old teacher's words.

In a card master's battle, every second counts. Cards with a silence duration of five seconds or more are considered extremely powerful killing moves!

But this Hayes actually has a powerful card whose silence duration is calculated in "minutes". Even these old professors, whose average level is five or six, can't help but feel wary!

Of course, the information they obtained solely from the secret realm's recordings was wrong.

The truth is, Hayes' silence requires two cards, and the duration... is calculated in "days"!

"Ahem, I don't think we need to worry too much. After analyzing the video, it's clear that Hayes must have had some limitations when using that move."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through such a long and complicated process, crossing mountains and valleys to ambush Sinclair... Speaking of which, isn't his physical ability a bit too good? He can flip a mountain over in no time?"

A middle-aged female professor raised an eyebrow as she looked at the key information she had written down in her notebook.

Her analysis was also recognized by those around her; it would be too unreasonable if a card with such a terrifying silence duration had no usage restrictions.

"Let's add him to the list of outstanding students; this kid definitely deserves it."

"And then there's Linda, a third-tier card master who's not even twenty years old, and the holder of the Silver Lion Loki. Sinclair's defeat at their hands is truly unjust..."

I second that.

I second that.

"Abstaining from voting."

The professors around the conference table expressed their opinions one after another, but Dean Fisher, who sat at the head of the table, remained silent for a long time.

Under everyone's gaze, he took off his glasses and rubbed the corner of his eye.

"Patton Hayes' matter isn't urgent. The most important thing right now is what to do with Ryan Linda..."

These words immediately elicited intriguing expressions from the people at the round table. Some frowned, some chuckled, and others remained indifferent.

Someone chuckled and said, "Of course we should let Linda enroll! Sinclair has no shame at all."

"He personally went into battle, bringing a bunch of level four and five cards to try and suppress his opponent's level, and still couldn't win. I'm really going to laugh at him later..."

"Sinclair is dead." Fisher put his glasses back on, his tone calm.

"...What?" The man was dumbfounded.

"He secretly changed the pain synchronization rate of the assessment dungeon to 100%. At this point," Fisher glanced at his pocket watch, "his corpse should be stiff by now."

At that moment, everyone in the conference room became serious.

"Stern really treated his niece well, actually planning to kill her in public."

A bald professor sneered without any attempt to hide it.

They were all seasoned card masters, so they were naturally aware of the recent turmoil in the royal city.

They immediately realized the truth behind "Sinclair's death".

"He's dead, so be it. He brought it on himself, but..."

Someone cautiously observed Dean Fisher's expression and tentatively asked, "What is His Majesty the King's attitude?"

Fisher remained silent for a long time: "No opinion."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed again.

Having no attitude is also an attitude!

The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees.

At this point, there was no need to continue the meeting.

Fisher was the first to stand up, slowly scanning the crowd.

"We'll discuss today's matters another day. We'll proceed with the enrollment procedures for all candidates who passed the exam as usual."

Meeting adjourned.

Upon hearing this, the professors all stood up, but before they could leave, Fisher stopped them.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

Under the questioning gazes of a group of professors, the usually composed dean looked astonished, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"...Please have a seat."

Fisher took a deep breath: "Just received feedback from the academic affairs department, Patton Hayes..."

"He ran to them carrying Sinclair's body, demanding the extra reward for passing the special test, saying it was something Sinclair had promised to give him."

"Let's discuss urgently what kind of reward we should give him..."

Professors: ? ? ?

What does it mean to go to the academic affairs department with Sinclair's corpse to demand a reward?

Even though Sinclair is being offered a bounty, he's not wanted by the college!

"This Hayes... is quite interesting." The bald professor laughed heartily, while the other professors' eyelids twitched a few times.

For some reason, they all had a feeling that Zuma Academy would be thrown into chaos by this student in the future...

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Meanwhile, in the Academic Affairs Hall

Hayes, holding Sinclair's increasingly stiff body, addressed the trembling office clerks with righteous indignation.

"What do you mean by 'the school rules have never had a precedent in this regard'?"

"Professor Sinclair personally promised me that he would apply for the reward for me after I pass the test."

"Now that he's here, why shouldn't I get a reward!"

The clerks in the registrar's office were so scared they were almost crying. The blood on Sinclair's face was almost dried. You call this "bringing someone here"?

Not everyone can become a card master. Most of them are ordinary people. Where have they ever seen such a scene?

"Calm down, student. Let's put Mr. Sinclair down first..."

Finally, Dean Fisher checked the candidate information form and personally called Hayes, promising him a reward. Only then did Hayes reluctantly release Sinclair's body.

Thus, Zuma Academy added another rule that puzzled the younger generation—it was forbidden to run around the academy carrying a corpse!

Even before Hayes enrolled, his reputation had already spread throughout the entire college. Everyone had heard that a formidable person had joined the class, and his deeds had been distorted through word of mouth.

Legend has it that Napperton Hayes not only accidentally killed a teacher during the entrance exam, but also carried the teacher's body around, swaggering about!

In the end, it was only after the dean intervened that the matter was calmed down...

But Hayes, having achieved his goal, didn't care about any of that; the admiring or fearful looks from his future classmates had no effect on him whatsoever.

After finishing his dinner on time, he returned to his dormitory and quietly waited for the time to pass.

When the clock on the wall strikes twelve o'clock—

[Entered the Goblin Deck World]

This simulation continues until you lose your life...

In the thicket of thorns, starlight shone through the gaps and fell on the officer's face.

It smelled the scent of a creature hidden in the air, so it stopped. But before it could confirm it, it heard a sudden sound behind it.

"Enemy attack."

"alert."