Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

"Oh, it's so easy to agree to this. Dreams have to be realized to be meaningful. I, Kenneth, don't like bullying. In this bet, I will choose two people to fight against you on my behalf."

Kenneth glanced at the other students.

He quickly picked out two people.

"Hmm...Amreth, Camia, since you two are the model students in the El-Melloi classroom, I'll let you fight for me."

Kenneth nodded.

The two were flattered to be named.

Amreth and Kemia are both very popular in the classroom.

Far different from Webber and Moran who were at the bottom of the valley.

"Yes! Teacher Kenneth! I will definitely not let you down! I will bring you victory!"

Amreth's face was filled with excitement.

He didn't think it would be difficult to deal with Moran and Webber.

"To be able to fight on Lord El-Melloi's behalf is such an honor as this is a great reward for me!"

Kemia was also in high spirits.

If they can catch Kenneth's eye, their future career as magicians will be assured!

The two are already gearing up for a fight.

I can't wait to make a move on Moran and Webber.

"I, I want one too!?"

"Well, we're all in the same boat! Besides, what are you afraid of with me around?"

"Wow...I only worry because you're here!"

Weber was in tears at this moment.

I was completely tied to the pirate ship by Moran.

I can't get down even if I want to.

Just like that, Moran ignored Weber's cries.

Amreth and Kemia, chosen by Kenneth as representatives.

Against Moran and Weber who deny the theory of bloodline.

El-Melloi's students were stationed on both sides of the training ground, and many of them believed that the outcome of this battle was already decided.

The best model student versus the worst student at the bottom.

You can tell who wins and who loses at a glance.

Due to the fame of Kenneth and El-Melloi's classroom, more than just the students in the classroom were watching the game.

There were also magicians from other departments present.

People from the Creative Department, Modern Magic Department, and Advent Department have all come.

"Lord El-Melloi is leading the battle? I thought he was personally participating. Turns out someone's acting as his proxy... What a shame..."

There was also a girl in a cute dress.

There was a hint of regret on the young face.

Although the girl was only seven years old, her temperament, fostered by her blood and upbringing, exuded a kind of majesty.

As elegant and gorgeous as a princess.

"I'm not interested in the two people fighting on behalf of me. One of the other two seems a little familiar..."

"Miss Luvia, the one you're talking about is called Moran Edelfelt. He's the legitimate son of our branch family."

"Eh? Is he from our family?"

"Tracing back his bloodline, he and you are cousins... Of course, his talent and bloodline are far inferior to yours, not to mention that he has now committed the foolish act of offending Lord Kayneth..."

There was a hint of disappointment and contempt in the servant's words.

Luvia didn't think too much about it.

Her beautiful amber eyes looked towards the training ground, and a trace of curiosity surged in her heart.

"My lady, this is a farce not worth watching."

“Why do you say that?

"Kuraun, since we're here, let's just wait and see. Who knows, there might be something unexpected!"

"Well, since you said so, Miss..."

Luvia did not choose to leave the scene.

She didn't know why she felt this curiosity.

It may be because Moran is facing a relative he has never met, or it may be because Moran is confident that he is not afraid of Kenneth.

In short, she wanted to watch the fight.

..........

"Having that unrealistic Weber already makes our classroom look cheap. Now, Moran, are you going to become like Weber? Be as unrealistic as him all day long?"

Kemia laughed at Moran who was with Weber.

The disdain in his eyes was evident.

"Teacher Kenneth's time is extremely valuable, and you wasted so much of it today... Humph, 'newbie' magicians like you are just there to make up the numbers in the Clock Tower. That's all there is to it."

Amleth sneered, clapped his hands and clenched his fists.

A snapping sound like frying beans came from his knuckles, and magic marks faintly appeared on his body.

The magic circuit is then called.

"Just to make up the numbers? No way! What gives you the right to say that?!"

"Why? Because we're good enough. As a magus, your efforts without excellent bloodline are meaningless! Your inferior bloodline determines your lifelong misfortune!"

Waver was speechless after being refuted by Amleth.

It doesn't matter if he's the only one being scolded.

But, this matter started with me, if I hadn't raised objections to Kenneth in class.

It would never have turned out like this.

Perhaps, his fate is indeed so unfortunate.

"Unlucky? Meaningless? How arrogant!

Just because you can't achieve it yourself, you just dismiss other people's efforts as meaningless... You are so arrogant.

Moran walked slowly in front of Weber.

His leisurely tone carried an oppressive aura that was intimidating without even being angry.

It was as if the king of beasts was strolling out of the dense forest on a pilgrimage, and its oppressive aura rushed out like a huge wave.

"I, I'm just telling the truth!"

Amleth found himself shivering uncontrollably.

Looking at the identical Moran.

I didn't see anything special about him, but why did my body react like this?

It's like saying, don't come near!

"Ha! The truth! How interesting, Weber, do you hear that? This fellow is telling the truth! I like this situation the most, because otherwise, the fight would be meaningless.

Amleth, your rules of reality only apply to you idiots, not to me."

"Moran! You!"

Amleth took a step forward in anger.

He almost couldn't resist the urge to attack.

"Those stale and boring rules of reality, those predetermined futures and talents, if your values are built on these, then I will crush them mercilessly."

Moran straightened his back and arms with dignity.

Showing the firm will

His eyes seemed to emit phosphorescence, which was very dazzling.

Like a lone hero rebelling against God.

The emotional expression in the words spread, moving many magicians who had been unwilling to succumb to their bloodline.

It seemed like, in a very brief moment.

They truly believed that this man could break the shackles of fate.

ps: This modern chapter is not long. It is mainly used for transition after the climax and to explain and introduce the protagonist's environment in the clock tower.

Water won’t, it will end soon and the next simulation will start soon.

Chapter 27: Competition, Start [Please give me flowers! Please give me a monthly ticket!]

"Arrogant! A magus without a good bloodline is meaningless! You can't achieve anything if you say such delusions!"

Kemia was stunned by Moran for a moment.

When he came to his senses, a feeling of shame welled up in his heart, which made him angry and embarrassed at the first moment.

I was intimidated by the opponent's momentum before the battle even started.

Obviously, he is the superior one.

After Kenneth took a look around the training ground, he briefly explained the rules of the competition to everyone.

This competition is of an academic nature.

Conventional magic and ceremonial costumes are not allowed.

Only buffs that strengthen the body can be used to assist in combat.

Both parties need to abide by the principle of stopping in time.

Brutal fighting is not allowed in the El-Melloi classroom, and Kenneth will act as a referee to supervise the entire battle process.

"The above are the rules of this battle. I believe that even the dumbest idiot will understand—"

Kenneth paused and walked outside the training ground.

He looked at the two parties who were in good position and raised their hands high.

The moment the arm falls.

It is to blow the horn to start the battle.

"The competition begins!"

Almost at the moment Kenneth shouted.

Magical currents flowed from the magic seals on Kemia's body.

He kicked out with his legs as if they had exploded.

"I'm going to make you delusional idiots realize that I'm just a third-rate magus—!"

Kemia grinned and sneered.

With the blessing of magic, he was as fast as thunder.

In just a few seconds, he rushed to Moran and Weber, his clenched fists gathering a huge amount of magic power.

Everyone realized that Kemia had taken the lead.

Weber didn't even react.

Many people think that Kemia is too fast and Moran cannot capture his movements with his level.