Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

For ordinary students, running ten laps around the sixth training ground, which is about the same size as the Nebula Venue, is roughly the same distance as walking around the academy!

Especially the two silly girls who weren't good at physical exertion, they strongly suspected that Nolan chose this kind of course just to torture himself.

Messiah and Zenora watched the silver-haired girl's refreshing back with resentful eyes as they reluctantly dragged their feet to catch up with the group.

Unlike the quiet compulsory courses in military studies, any course with three students is always packed with students. A week later, the popularity remains undiminished, and there are even a large number of transfer applications from other schools in Freedom City.

The boys who failed to get into the Crystal Campus naturally seized the opportunity, standing tall and vying for the lead, like male peacocks spreading their tails, trying to show their most powerful and handsome side to the goddess in their hearts.

However, after that incident, the usually calm Messiah was unexpectedly a little ashamed, because many of these idiots were wearing official custom-made fan badges from the Throne of Chaos.

Nolan, wincing as Messiah pinched him from behind, frequently cast resolute glances at the believers in his capacity as minister, as a sign of encouragement.

However, after the initial joy faded, the witch minister gradually discovered a very distressing fundamental problem.

The power of her faith...

Complete! Absolutely no! Addition! Ah!

In other words, this group of believers, who are all show and no substance, are completely useless!

Nolan sighed, slowly realizing the problem: this seemingly chaotic club was actually a support group for the four beautiful girls of room 516...

The beautiful goddess king couldn't help but feel troubled.

How can we get them to truly worship and believe in Chaos?

It really does take time to build a reputation!

After running ten laps at a leisurely pace, Nolan wiped his sweat and let out a long sigh of relief.

She turned her head and found that Messiah and Zenola, who had fallen behind for a long time, had secretly hidden at the finish line under the cover of optical camouflage, and were making faces at her.

It was at this moment that Nolan noticed two inseparable guys.

They hadn't seen each other since the freshman dance.

It was unusual for Lockrean to be not wearing a fancy robe; beneath his light school uniform were leather armor and riding boots.

Sensing Nolan's gaze, he smiled and waved. His sharply defined face was exceptionally handsome in the sunlight, and he was always surrounded by a group of chattering, infatuated girls.

Behind the Holy Son, Isabella was fully armed and silent, just as she had been when they first met.

The female warrior and Nolan nodded to each other, exchanging a lukewarm greeting.

The sword at Lockrean's waist was inlaid with precious gems, which looked somewhat flashy but impractical, yet the imposing aura he exuded was undeniably real.

He seemed to be not only studying advanced secret techniques, but also dabbling in martial arts.

Nolan frowned slightly, ignoring the Messiah who was quietly approaching from behind, his crimson eyes staring directly into the soul through Lockrean's body.

This man possessed a complex aura unmatched by anyone else. He had a level seven Wind Whisper Soul Spirit, a level eight Blazing Flame Soul Spirit, and each of the seven main elements was around level seven, with his strongest light element aura approaching level nine...

Each of these talents, taken individually, is a terrifying ability that would leave others of the same age far behind, yet Lockrean possesses a perfect combination of these qualities, progressing in tandem.

Given time, he will become Asteria's most fearsome loyal hound on the dimensional battlefield.

As everyone collapsed to the ground, panting, the instructor finally spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

"You may not yet understand what this lesson is about. The so-called weakness is... weakness!"

The giant scratched the back of his head. His common language was limited to communication, and he was not good at arguing. He laughed out loud, which earned him a few eye rolls.

"To get back to the point, simply put, everyone has weaknesses, even legendary gods, who can be killed if they are attacked!"

Nolan nodded, expressing his strong agreement as the goddess of chaos.

Then, with a nimble sidestep, the silver-haired girl dodged Messiah's sudden attack, and swiftly lifted her up from behind, hugging her waist and letting the silly girl struggle and thrash in the air, her face flushed.

"But that's just a relative concept, do you understand what I mean?"

The giant gestured with his hands, explaining with great difficulty. Immediately, a student raised his hand and asked, "So, the teacher's weakest point is probably much stronger than our strongest point."

"Yes, that's the idea. Exploiting weaknesses can only work if the strength of both sides is balanced."

The giant gave a thumbs-up to the little guy, then pointed to his own head and heart.

"The most basic truth is that the fatal weaknesses of most races are in the heart and brain. Usually, these weaknesses are well protected, which is why armor and runes exist."

The mentor flicked his wrist, and a layer of mysterious runes immediately appeared on his armor.

Many students looked surprised, as it was the first time they had ever seen such high-end goods from the main plane.

Unlike ordinary armor, inscribed armor is imbued with various spells by its creator, which greatly enhance personal abilities. Of course, it is also extremely expensive. Those who are qualified to equip inscribed armor are mostly famous and powerful individuals, known as demon warriors.

"So what I'm going to talk about are some weaknesses that are not easily noticed, some flaws that can only be detected through actual combat observation, such as... the gap in a movement."

The giant gripped his massive stone hammer, twisted his wrist, and swung it around, instantly unleashing a howling wind.

"My movements just now revealed three flaws, three weaknesses that could be exploited. Did you notice them?"

The students shook their heads frantically, their faces turning ashen with fear.

If they were really facing a giant, and that club really came down, they would be turned into mincemeat. They wouldn't even have time to run away, let alone have time to observe for weaknesses.

The mentor thought about it and felt that using himself as an example was too abstract, so he randomly selected a student.

"How about this, I'll ask a student with average ability to come out and give everyone a demonstration."

Everyone's gaze then turned to a tall, silver-haired girl.

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"How about this, I'll ask a student with average ability to come out and give everyone a demonstration."

Nolan's lips twitched, and he hid behind Messiah, not daring to show his face.

She took a step to the left, and the big finger immediately followed. She squeezed to the right and slipped next to Chinora, the damn big guy still pointing at her.

The beautiful goddess king's face darkened, and she could only silently step out of the line, looking resentfully at the two gloating little girls who were secretly laughing to themselves.

I'm really sorry if my skills are just so-so?

Everyone watched the silver-haired girl with great interest, finally able to openly admire Josephine from head to toe, and looking forward to the legendary little witch bringing them some more surprises at the freshman ball.

The giant squatted on the ground and said slowly, "Next, I will teach this girl how to find weaknesses in acting. I need a student to come out and make a random attack. Is there anyone willing to help?"

Nolan rolled his eyes. Wasn't this just making him a target?!

The quickest to react was Zenora, who, along with Messiah, jumped high, wishing they could grab their wands and whack Nolan on the head.

Isabella's eyes, hidden beneath her helmet, burned with intense fighting spirit. She wanted to see Nolan's true strength and also to know what aspects of herself she lacked in the eyes of the Holy Son.

In short, once the target became that hot new witch, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

At this moment, a young man with a pompadour arrogantly pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring everyone else, and went straight to Nolan, grinning wickedly, "I'll play with her for a bit."

The boy wasn't tall or strong; he wasn't even as tall as Nolan.

He was lean and muscular, wearing a fur coat and light helmet, wielding a sharp giant axe. He wasn't wearing a school uniform, and his exotic attire was completely out of place in Saint Lenza, as if he came from the harsh winter polar regions.

"The savages in the icy prison will probably never learn manners."

Locke Ryan spoke calmly, recognizing the young man's background at a glance.

The boy curled his lip, merely giving Nolan a cold smile, his eyes revealing intense hatred.

The Polar Snowfield is an enemy of the Holy Alliance. The two sides are usually evenly matched on the plane battlefields where their plates meet. However, they are powerless against the Griffin Legion. As a result, they have a blood feud with Duke Joestar on the battlefield.

No wonder the young man came with such a fierce and provocative attitude.

In contrast, Nolan was only wearing a cute school uniform, had no weapons, and looked innocent, which made him very endearing.

At Lockrean's prompting, Isabella stepped forward and drew her sword to block Nolan's path; otherwise, she felt she owed her something from last time.

"I'll be your opponent!"

"You? Fine, anyone can be a piece of trash from the Holy Alliance. Of course, His Holiness the Holy Son would welcome you too."

The boy raised his middle finger, and the battle axe was instantly coated with a layer of blue light. The powerful water element fluctuations reached the peak of level six, startling the other students.

Warriors in the polar day snowfield are mostly born with water element soul color due to the harsh environment, and some can even fuse their souls to evolve into ice element, making them quite difficult to deal with.

Without saying a word, the boy raised his battle axe and leaped down to slash at Bella!

The belatedly realizing giant instructor nodded in approval, saying that being naturally slow-witted was just a rehearsal and it wouldn't matter who it was.

A light green aura instantly appeared around the female warrior, her soul strength was astonishing, she was actually a level six Wind Whisper Soul Warrior.

throat!

The battle axe missed its target, slammed into the ground, and embedded itself deeply in the soil.

Bella's exceptional speed allowed her to easily dodge the giant axe's powerful blow. Her footwork shifted, and her longsword grazed the boy's ankle. The boy steadied himself, turned around, and delivered another heavy axe strike to Bella's face, completely abandoning any attempt at defense.

Such a price to pay was unacceptable to Bella, so she was forced to sheathe her sword and retreat, using the agility of the wind element to move around.

The boy's fighting style seemed to be characterized by relentless and fearless attacks. Every time he caught a gap in his powerful and sweeping attacks, he would launch a devastating counterattack, forcing the female warrior to retreat.

After the two fought for a while, the giant slowly said, "Did you see that? When he jumps, he looks unstoppable, but his legs and ribs are actually weak points. As long as you break his attack first, this move will collapse on its own. Hey, why are you dodging? Isn't that going the long way around?"

The instructor seemed to be out of sync with the others, leaving the students even more confused, who were only focused on enjoying the intense duel between the two powerhouses.

As for the two people in the center of the training field, they were even more focused. Enemies meeting each other were extremely hostile, as if they had really met on a narrow road on the battlefield. They had no time to listen to the slow explanations of others.

"Yahoo!"

The boy let out a low roar, gripped his battle axe tightly, and began spinning like a giant windmill, creating a water-colored storm that swept around them, raising clouds of dust.

Bella remained calm and composed, leaping high into the air and using the wind to create a brief pause in the airflow, allowing her to escape far away and avoid the brunt of the attack. Her movements were fluid and her thoughts were clear.

In terms of combat experience alone, the two far surpassed Bard, a good-for-nothing, and were already among the best of the newcomers. Their skills were dazzling, and many veterans admitted their inferiority.

Bella was not born into a prestigious family, but was just an insignificant minor noble in the kingdom. The fact that she was able to serve as a servant to the Holy Son was naturally due to her outstanding talent and hard work.

At sixteen years old, she was at the peak of the sixth level of Soul Warrior. In the main world where experts and geniuses abound, this might not be anything special, but in Iselan, it was already a rare achievement. She was also doing her best to avoid being left behind by the Holy Son.

As the whirlwind subsided and the boy, Windmill, paused, gripping his battle axe and panting heavily, Bella, who had already seized the opportunity, quietly descended. Her gliding eagle strike arrived in the blink of an eye. The reason she didn't launch a sneak attack on her opponent's back with her longsword was because of a hidden sense of honor in her heart.

The boy still didn't choose to defend himself, but just grinned and watched as the sword reached his chest, then swung his axe heavily.

This time, Bella didn't stop. She poured all her soul energy into it, so even if something unexpected happened, it would be his own death.

Everyone's hearts stopped, and they gasped in shock. It seemed that the two were about to face a bloody outcome of one death and one injury, but Bella's longsword stopped the moment it touched the boy's body.