Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Janna snorted coldly and remained silent for a long time.

Nolan, who was lost in thought, suddenly sensed that the atmosphere was a little awkward. He slowly looked up and met the instructor's dark eyes.

"Huh?"

The homeroom teacher patted Nolan on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "That's right, it's you."

"Why!"

The beautiful goddess king protested, saying she had no time to deal with a bunch of idiots.

Janna thought for a moment and said seriously, "Because they can't beat you, so beat them hard if they disobey you."

"........"

"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you. Just assign the logistical tasks and we can adjourn the meeting."

The tough instructor patted his behind and left without a word, clearly not having high expectations for these "gifted children."

Nolan sighed, while the two silly girls on either side of him were still snickering gleefully.

Once the lewd homeroom teacher left, the classroom returned to normal. Some students picked their toes, others ate, and the cross-dressing hunky guy continued to apply makeup to his rugged, square face.

No one took the hastily decided class monitor seriously. The only ones who were truly preparing to study diligently and looking forward to something were the man in the suit, perhaps along with the swimming enthusiast and the gloomy, autistic girl.

From any perspective, these guys don't seem like they could become excellent soldiers; they probably just want a quiet place to slack off.

From this perspective, Nolan and his two companions don't seem to be doing much better.

Suddenly, someone sluggishly walked to the front of the classroom, sat in front of Nolan, and looked her over.

"You are Joseph Joestar, but you don't look like Alicia at all, whether it's your appearance or your measurements."

The one who spoke rudely was the blond guy in pajamas, a repeat offender.

39. Secret Techniques and Martial Arts

Nolan squinted. It was true that the eldest sister of the Qiao family had studied at the St. Lenza Martial Arts Department, but she had graduated two years ago.

"You know Alicia?"

Gale didn't answer, but glanced at Nolan's chest and said with a half-smile, "You're small in stature, but you've got guts. Who gave you the courage to kill a Saint of Honor?"

Messiah's heart skipped a beat, and only then did she roughly guess what Nolan had done last night, and whose bloodstains were on her.

"Excuse me, could you please repeat that?"

Chinara raised an eyebrow, while Gale raised his hand in surrender and gave a thumbs up.

"Relax, I mean no harm. I just want to express my admiration. Just from this point of view, you've already surpassed Alicia. Although she has big breasts, a big butt, a pretty face, and is quite skilled, don't be discouraged. You still have room for improvement. Believe in yourself!"

The blond-haired guy spoke incoherently, spouting nonsense, and while he claimed to admire her, he was incredibly frivolous.

Messiah and Zenora frowned inwardly, wishing they could slap them, but Nolan's interest was piqued by Gale.

"Yeah."

This apt description undoubtedly refers to Alicia, and the blond-haired guy may have been Alicia's classmate.

"In short, class monitor, what I mean is that at St. Lensa Academy, no matter what our status was before we came here, we can only rely on ourselves now. The name of the Duke of Destruction won't scare anyone. You need something stronger to hold them off."

Gail tapped the table, making a pointed gesture.

Nolan frowned. "Them?"

"That's right. The name Holy Alliance sounds impressive, but it's infamous in St. Lenza. The Glorious Saints are the epitome of the Holy Alliance in St. Lenza."

Gale looked disgusted, seemingly quite averse to the Holy Alliance.

The Joestar family of Morningstar City also belongs to the Holy Alliance. If it weren't for yesterday's feat, the blond-haired guy probably wouldn't have given them a friendly look either.

"Honorable Saints".

Nolan read it aloud silently, his expression calm.

Gale frowned and said, "Never heard of it? No problem, you'll find out soon enough. After all, you slapped them hard across the face and bled them out at the freshman ball. Even a man wouldn't dare to do that. Duke Joestar will be very proud of you."

Zinora held Nolan's hand with a worried expression, vaguely sensing that they had gotten into some big trouble, which was not good news for the freshmen.

"If you need any help in the future, just ask. Consider it repaying Alicia for a favor."

Then Gail walked out of the classroom with an air of self-righteousness, spouting a bunch of nonsense with great seriousness, without giving the new class monitor any face.

Nolan sighed and reluctantly assigned tasks.

Since there were only a dozen or so students in the Firevine Class, the class meeting skipped the inevitable awkward voting process and let everyone volunteer instead.

After a passionate speech, the man in the suit volunteered to become the class monitor, the woman with the chest hair in her clothes shyly accepted the position of arts and literature monitor, and the girl in the swimsuit had no objection to becoming the sports monitor.

Messiah and Zenora's protests were ineffective, and as the squad leader's family members, they were assigned to propaganda and logistical work.

Nolan didn't even know their names, so he just called them by nicknames based on their personal characteristics, such as chest hair and swimsuit, which made the other freshmen roll their eyes, but it was very much in the style of the boot camp.

The Firevine Class, whose members were crooked from the top, probably started their bizarre campus life at the beginning of the new semester from here.

Perhaps because of the instructor, the other classes in the morning were relatively normal, while the professors for the theoretical classes were mostly old men with white beards or middle-aged women going through menopause.

The analysis of battles is dry and boring, with long passages of theoretical discussions, and military science is filled with obscure and difficult-to-understand professional jargon.

Messiah and Zenora listened with great interest.

It seems that as long as they become students and can sit in the classroom to attend classes, the two young ladies are happy no matter what they do. I just don't know if they can last for three years.

After a day, the three of them had visited all the lecture halls and magic crystal towers in the Crystal Campus, and had roughly figured out the rhythm of Saint Lenza.

The trouble Gail mentioned didn't happen, which gradually put Zinora at ease. The only minor change was the mandatory physical education class in the afternoon.

【Soul Mastery】is a compulsory course for all students, equivalent to a general physical education class, aimed at improving physical fitness and enabling all students who pass the Soul Color Trial to possess a certain level of soul manipulation ability.

That's why students from all classes were mixed together on the third training ground of the Black Iron Campus.

The intense gazes around him made Messiah nod to himself, and he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was still the most handsome guy in the crowd.

The students at the Crystal Campus are all idiots; only weirdos living in their own world wouldn't recognize her!

The teacher was a tall, thin man with a mustache. Sometimes he would dance lightly with a thin sword, and other times he would hold a staff and chant loudly. He seemed to have a certain level of expertise in both secret arts and martial arts, and he was no ordinary person.

"There are many kinds of elements floating in the world. In addition to the seven main elements, there are many powerful and rare elements that are unknown to others. Transforming them into your own soul is the first step for us to step into the realm of the strong. Your soul affinity and color determine the conversion efficiency."

Most of the students at Saint Lenza are from commoner backgrounds and have no access to systematic martial arts and secret techniques. Not every student has the opportunity to receive special soul training in advance like nobles.

So the man with the mustache gave the new students a brief explanation of elements and spirits, and instructed them to each choose a suitable weapon to form a team.

"When elements become one's own soul, the most basic and simplest way to use them is through secret techniques and martial arts. I believe everyone has found the element they are best at attracting in the soul color reaction. The second step is to accumulate and break through."

Nolan suddenly remembered something, clenched his fist, and the brand on his chest glowed slightly. He used his power to instantly refine a portion of the free elements, raising his soul fluctuations to level five.

Elements are merely playthings of the gods, and advancement is not a problem for the beautiful goddess-king, as long as she maintains an average level within the academy.

As for the mysterious power that killed Bard, it can all be attributed to the great Lord of Chaos.

Powerful influence is fundamental to attracting followers, and it's believed that this mysterious faith has already garnered widespread attention. Nolan's next move is already underway.

"Mystics absorb and store souls through meditation, while Soul Warriors strengthen their bodies by breathing in and exhaling souls. Both are interconnected and ultimately aim to guide and utilize them. It sounds simple, but the complexity is far beyond your imagination. Different elements will have completely different effects in the hands of different people."

As the mustachioed mentor spoke, his eyes lit up, and a layer of blue water elemental soul power immediately enveloped his rapier. He then unleashed a cross slash towards the open space, generating a strong gust of wind.

He silently recited a few incantations, and water vapor gathered on his soul power, forming a layer of turbulent current that further strengthened the sword blade.

This scene fully demonstrates the difference between martial arts and secret techniques, as well as the possibility of the two complementing each other.

The dual cultivation of secret arts and martial arts is almost unimaginable for a freshman!

40. Special Class

The students on the green grass exclaimed in amazement, their eyes filled with admiration. Most of them did not have the aptitude or ability to master two contradictory ways of using the soul.

Nolan wandered around the periphery, not in high spirits.

While both Byron and Mustache possessed the same mastery of the water element, their approaches were worlds apart.

[Blue Demon] is a forbidden spellcaster of the Garan Temple, a military class capable of devastating the battlefield, whose spell power and secret arts are incomparable.

Whether they are Soul Warriors or Mystics, they are all quite ordinary in the Prime Material Plane, unless they risk merging their Souls, in which case their power increases exponentially.

On the dimensional battlefield, those who are popular are usually high-ranking classes such as Holy Knights and Prayers, like Messiah, who is not just a cute idol who sings and dances.

The Starry Night Diva's singing and dancing both exude a unique elemental energy, granting listeners defensive shields and power boosts. Her continuous enhancement of warriors is even more terrifying than that of the Holy War Maiden of the Seven Luminaries Temple.

If one side has a prayer, the chances of winning will undoubtedly double, which is the fundamental reason why Messiah became so popular and became the star of the Federation.

Unfortunately, those who make wishes are extremely demanding in terms of talent and aptitude, even rarer than those who use forbidden spells; only a handful can be found among the billions of souls in three thousand planes.

The existence of Messiah is a bug in itself. Surely no one really thinks she's just a pretty face?

Since the three of them were still one teammate short, they formed a temporary team with a girl in a swimsuit who looked like a fire vine, and practiced with simple training equipment under the guidance of their instructor.

The pink-haired girl couldn't stand the nickname "swimsuit" and had to blush as she introduced herself to the three of them.

Her name is Lucy, and she comes from the Desolate Plane, a desert region where water is said to be more valuable than gold.

Therefore, after arriving in Iserland, Lucy wanted to be in the water all the time, whether it was a fountain, a bathtub, a lake, or the sea.

Although she can't actually swim...

Even during the armed training course, Lucy still wore a swimsuit so she could get into the water at any time. Her unusual attire and shapely figure attracted a lot of attention, but she didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

"Oh, I see. You've really worked hard, swimsuit."

"So please stop calling me 'swimsuit'..."

"Okay, swimsuit."

“￥%&@.......”

Lucy lunged at Nolan, the wicked class monitor, with bared teeth and claws, but was easily grabbed by the wrist and thrown over the shoulder, landing on the soft grass, grimacing in pain.

While the two combatants were locked in physical combat, the seemingly weak and silly magic-wielding girl was also taking a break.

"watch out!"