I materialized a sci-fi fortress in a magical world.

"What happened? Sanders is the best and most watched among these young people, how could he be expelled?"

"Yes, how could a disciple of a sixth-tier master, who also comes from a long-established noble family, not be respectable enough? Isn't there something wrong with that?"

"Ugh! That damn bastard! Shit! Pig! I bet 200 gold coins on him, and he didn't even make it through the first night?!"

"Two hundred gold coins is nothing more than pocket money to you. Are you really not afraid of offending the classical school by using such harsh language?"

"Has anyone gone to ask him what happened?"

"That won't do. He's been taken away by the Classical School, and no one is allowed to inquire about him. Even the Grand Duke wouldn't provoke such a powerful force at a time like this, would he?"

Before everyone could even process Sanders' experience, another piece of news popped up:

Guest number 8 was expelled for indecent behavior.

"Huh? The liberal school is finished too? What exactly happened?"

"Something's wrong, something's really wrong! Three people were eliminated on the very first night, something's definitely wrong with this 'Night Banquet'!"

"Hehe, can I say I was actually secretly laughing? I've disliked those liberal thinkers for a long time."

"Look, that guy from the liberal school is out. Anyone want to go ask him?"

"It seems that won't work; he was also taken away by people from his own school of thought."

Although those outside could know what happened inside through the giant crystal ball, the information was incomplete, only a general outline. The fact that three people were eliminated in one night was truly unbelievable, causing many to worry about their own offspring.

So people approached the two major schools of thought, hoping to find out the situation and get an explanation, and the number of people doing so kept increasing.

However, such powerful forces are often even more arrogant than nobles, and they are even less likely to show any kindness in such situations. The two sides quickly found themselves at loggerheads.

If it weren't for the Grand Duke's presence, they might have immediately started fighting.

In reality, people from both schools of thought were also struggling with the issue, unsure of what explanation to give.

Because the situation inside was simply too unbelievable...

"Sanders, I'll ask you one more time, are you serious? That number 29 really achieved a 30-game winning streak in the Endless Arena? Is this really not just an excuse you made up to cover up your incompetence?"

"It's true, absolutely true! I swear on my soul and the honor of my family!"

"Since you knew he had a 30-game winning streak, how dare you go and offend him, doing something so undignified?"

"I really didn't offend him, and I genuinely wanted to get along with him. I even knelt down on one knee on the spot to appear more serious and dignified!"

Sanders was on the verge of tears. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he inexplicably ejected?

And they couldn't even bring their luggage with them...

It contained not only all his savings, but also the resources his family had painstakingly collected for him, as well as the most valuable items from his mentors and schools of thought—each item was incredibly precious. Now it was all gone. He might as well have thrown it into the lake; at least then he could have heard a splash.

This made him want to die...

Fortunately, the voice of the sect leader, the seventh-tier archmage, came through a crystal ball in time:

"Tell me again in detail what happened during the battle on the 29th, don't miss any details."

Then, his mentor's voice rang out from inside the crystal ball again:

"Send someone to find out about the origins of that number 29, and find a way to invite him to our school. I will personally receive him."

"Uh... Master Loriel, that person's record is indeed impressive, but he's still just a low-level young man. It's not worth your personal attention, is it?"

"No, it was totally worth it. I've been to that arena myself, and I know better than anyone how difficult it is. A 30-game winning streak is beyond comprehension. You might not understand what that means, but..."

In short, we must do everything in our power to bring him to our school of thought. If that doesn't work, then we'd rather...

Upon hearing his mentor's instructions, Sanders quickly replied:

"Mentor, some people say that person is from the Purple Lily School, but when I met him, I didn't see the school's insignia on him."

"He's that damned old woman's student? This is really troublesome, but that's precisely why we must try to win him over; it's a matter of great importance concerning the future of our entire school!"

........................

Compared to the relatively calm attitude of the classical school, the liberal school was in a state of internal struggle, with some people getting angry and others gloating.

Because the person in number 8 never saw Royo, but only saw a terrifying great white shark, some people believe it was a deliberate act of sabotage.

Some believe that the problem lies with the Night Banquet, allowing the monsters in the arena to storm into the VIP box. They argue that Number 8 was deliberately sent out by the Night Banquet for his safety.

That illogical 30-game winning streak is strong proof of that!

Currently, most people tend to believe the second theory, after all, the Night Banquet has existed for many years and is older than many of them, so it's normal for it to have some problems.

Moreover, their own school of thought was renowned, and no one dared to provoke them. How could a royal descendant of unknown origin dare to be so presumptuous?

As a result, many people adopted a more relaxed attitude, waiting for the terrifying great white shark to drive even more people out of the secret realm.

However, this wait lasted all night...

The "Night Banquet" seemed to have returned to its most peaceful state; no one else was eliminated, but a second round of "Pleasing" had not yet begun.

As for Royo, he was carrying a simple teacup filled with a dark green, viscous liquid when he entered Lemir's private room.

"Senior, try this."

"Huh? What's this?"

"Someone came to curry favor with me and gave me a special potion. I tried it and found it helpful for cultivation, so I kept half for you."

Luo Yue lowered his head and stirred the tea in his hand, not daring to meet Lemir's gaze, afraid that she would see through his lie.

Fortunately, Lemir didn't think much of it, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's so sticky, and the taste is weird..."

Lemir frowned slightly, his thin eyebrows furrowing, and rubbed his full chest, a look of surprise gradually appearing on his face.

"This potion...it's amazing!"

This is an enhanced, mass-produced version of the [Mana Source], how could it not be powerful?

Luo Yue thought to himself.

He spent the whole night trying to figure out how he summoned the mecha, but he did make some unexpected gains.

I was actually able to use my spirituality to replicate the source of magic.

Moreover, the effect is even stronger than the original!

He tried both and came to this conclusion from personal experience.

Unfortunately, the effects cannot be stacked; the effects of the handmade, mass-produced version will override the original.

"The knockoff is better than the original? What's the big deal?"