Card simulation, starting with the Goblin Deserter

A secret realm? A "real" Zuma Academy?!

Hayes's expression changed, and he realized almost instantly that the secret realm was the best way to forcibly drag him out of the academy!

He hurriedly woke the sleeping Gentry and asked.

"Will the afternoon's practical training session take place in the secret realm?"

However, Gentry was drooling and could barely speak, let alone answer Hayes's questions.

Helpless, Hayes had no choice but to wait until the morning classes ended and then immediately call Dean Fisher during the lunch break.

After nearly five seconds of beeping, Fisher answered the phone.

"What happened, Hayes?"

There was the sound of rustling paper on the other end of the phone; it seemed that even during his lunch break, Fisher was busy processing documents.

Hayes asked the question directly.

"Dean, will the afternoon's practical training session take place in the secret realm?"

The rubbing sound stopped, and Fisher frowned in his office.

"Yes, all practical training courses are conducted in specialized training environments. Why?"

Training Secret Realm?

No, impossible. Even Hayes, who lacked knowledge, knew that a "large secret realm" that could accommodate at least a hundred people at the same time was completely different from a "training secret realm"!

He could no longer hide his true feelings and spoke rapidly: "I overheard that the Southern noble students, led by Stern, were planning to attack me."

"They can't find an opportunity in the academy, so I suspect they might try to lure me into the secret realm through some means..."

Hayes told Fisher about Linda's warning and his own speculations, but changed the information he had obtained through "preemptive action" to "accidentally overheard."

Fisher listened with a frown, thought for a moment, and then denied it.

"Impossible. A man-made secret realm can only be opened by a specially crafted secret realm device."

"There are only two such devices in the entire royal city, and they require an extremely large number of magical connections, making temporary relocation almost impossible..."

Fisher's conclusions stemmed from his decades of accumulated knowledge, and Hayes also believed that the other party's words were likely correct.

But rather than the "emulator error," he preferred to believe that those people had implemented the plan through some method that even Fisher had never known.

After nearly a minute of silence, Hayes suddenly asked, "What if they're not planning to use a man-made secret realm?"

"What?"

"A hidden realm in the wild," Hayes said calmly. "If they possess a method to create such a realm, could they possibly pull me into it out of the academy?"

This time, the dean fell into a long silence.

Before hanging up the phone, he left a message.

I will be present for your practical training session this afternoon.

However, even with Fisher's assurances and help, Hayes's anxiety remained.

Looking at the students of all kinds on the street through the window on the second floor of the cafeteria, he had a vague premonition that even if Fisher were to arrive, he would still enter this large secret realm.

What should I do? Should I skip the afternoon's practical class?

Skipping class on the first day of school will likely earn him the reputation of being a "truant" among other students.

No.

Hayes didn't care about that, but he also didn't care whether he would die in that secret realm.

After the simulated world underwent maintenance due to errors, his fighting spirit did not disappear with the decrease in the number of deaths. On the contrary, it added a touch of composure to his attitude of living life to the fullest.

Go ahead to dangers?

Hayes preferred to call it "Though there be a million men, I will go!"

For no particular reason, and it's not even the most accurate way to put it, but saying it this way makes it sound cooler.

Hayes calmly got up and left, having made his decision, after putting the last grain of rice in his mouth.

Behind him, the cafeteria lady stared blankly at his exceptionally carefree back and called out anxiously.

"Hey! Young man, you haven't paid yet!"

Hayes turned around with a normal expression, paid the money without any embarrassment, and then walked out of the cafeteria with the same air of confidence.

Stay handsome.

-

At 2 p.m., students from Class 1 and Class 2 gathered at the entrance of the training center on time.

This year, the college admitted more than 200 students, who were divided into four classes.

There are two practical classes per week, which are taught by two different classes combined together.

It's worth mentioning that Hayes, who is in Class 2 where Soraka is, doesn't know anyone. His two roommates, nicknamed "Little Brother," are in Class 3, while Norton and his two friends are in Class 4.

To the astonishment of everyone except Hayes, Dean Fisher himself arrived and kindly stated that he would enter the secret realm with them.

This startled the teacher who taught the practical course. Not only did he become more enthusiastic when greeting the students, but he also quietly took off the sunglasses that he always wore to show off his fashion sense.

A total of 105 students entered the training center in turn.

Hayes stood in the crowd and told Linda, who was next to him, about his guesses and the reason why Fisher was there.

Linda's expression grew increasingly tense as she listened, until finally she gritted her teeth and cursed.

"The two aristocratic students you mentioned in Class Two should be Page and Graham."

"Their family was initially allies of the Lane family, but they immediately switched sides to the Stern family after my father died."

"These two treacherous parasites..."

In that instant, Hayes saw Loki's Kaling appear, nestled beside Linda, licking the back of her hand.

Perhaps only Loki, who has been with the Lane family for decades, could truly understand Linda's anger and helplessness at this moment.

"Thank you, Hayes."

Linda let out a long sigh of relief, seemingly calming down.

"Seeking Dean Fisher's help is the right thing to do. Even if they have some extraordinary methods, it will be difficult to succeed under the dean's nose."

Hayes remained noncommittal, then sighed, "I hope so."

While the two were talking, all the students in Class Two had already entered the training center.

The instructor of the practical course called out from the crowd.

"Students from Class Two, wait a moment. Once the students from Class One have entered, we'll all enter the secret realm together!"

The training center lobby was filled with youthful hormones and noise, with students in small groups excitedly exchanging their naive fantasies and hearsay about the secret realm.

This vibrant life and bustle made Hayes feel as if he were separated from the viewer by a pane of glass.

He observed every corner of the hall, trying to discern one or two malicious hearts among the hundreds of heartbeats and breaths.

However, mingling among the students, Page asked Graham with a gloomy expression.

"What's Dean Fisher doing here? Does he know about our plan?!"

Graham's expression was also grim: "I don't know..."

"What should we do now? Should we cancel the plan?"

"Terminate? My dad would skin me alive!"

Paige broke out in a cold sweat and subconsciously touched the mysterious, faintly warm scroll in his inner pocket.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The assassins of the Butterfly Shadow Cult are ready... the arrow is on the bowstring."

"I've brought the secret scroll the Marquis gave me. Now I can only gamble! I'll gamble that it's really as the Marquis said, that even if Dean Fisher himself came, he couldn't stop the secret realm from descending!"

Page made up his mind, but little did he know that during his conversation with Graham...

Hayes and Fisher's gazes locked onto him almost simultaneously.