The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

If someone walks down the street and dares to slander a brave person, those who can't beat you will at most point their finger at you and call you crazy, while those who can beat you will directly teach you a lesson.

To dare to spread rumors without any basis that the hero is dead is already quite a display of good manners; the fact that the other party didn't draw their sword and attack is already a testament to their considerable self-control.

"Cough... The dungeon has a long history, and the hero who left that item must have passed away long ago."

"There shouldn't be any problem saying it's his/her belongings, right?"

Wiener coughed awkwardly, trying to salvage the situation.

"If I have offended you, then I can apologize."

"Hmm... so that's how you understand it."

Upon hearing Wiener's explanation, Jessica didn't think too much about it and instead explained back to him.

"It's understandable that you would think that way. Even the power left behind by a hero will eventually be exhausted."

"Thirty years after the hero who first divided the dungeon levels passed away, the items he left behind had lost most of their power and had become decorations with more commemorative value than practical use."

"However, whenever a new hero appears, he will inherit this tradition and place one of his items back in the dungeon to maintain its stability."

"It hasn't been long since the contemporary hero reset this item, so calling it a relic is a bit of an exaggeration, Junior Vina."

It's alright. Once you find out that the modern-day hero has also perished, that thing will be his relic.

Wiener thought to himself.

"The reason I asked you to find this item is because it has a special connection with contemporary heroes."

"The brave will sense it as soon as they touch it."

"This gives me a reason to allow you to join the Silver Wolf Class. Because what you have gained is the recognition of a hero of our time."

“That alone is enough to shut everyone else up. Is that explanation clear enough?” Jessica said patiently.

“That’s clear enough,” Venere nodded. “If I may ask one more question, the items left behind by the heroes are actually the weapons they used, right?”

“Smart,” Jessica praised. “However, I cannot reveal the specific type of weapon or what it looks like.”

"If Junior Brother Wiener still misses out in front of everyone, then it can only be said that fate is not on his side."

“If it’s a weapon, I would never be wrong,” Viner said confidently.

If all else fails, there's the Gangdoraf Emblem to cheat with; the item needed is a weapon once used by the hero, which is exactly what Vena wanted.

“Then I’ll wait and see,” Jessica said with a smile.

......

The dungeon is not open to new students for the time being; the main thing that is closed is the public teleportation entrance.

However, each of the four major academic buildings has its own dedicated teleportation array that leads directly to the dungeon.

The door behind the screen in the lounge is actually connected to a teleportation array, used to teleport from the library to the Silver Wolf Class's headquarters.

Then, use the Silver Wolf Class's teleportation array to send Jessica to the sixth floor of the dungeon, where you can begin the Scavenger daily quest.

However, this is a teleportation array exclusive to the Silver Wolf Class.

The other three academic levels could only envy them, but there was nothing they could do.

The Black Eagle, Blue Lion, and Golden Deer class teleportation arrays can only teleport students belonging to their class to the fourth and fifth floors of the dungeon.

As for the qualification to enter the sixth level, it is determined by regular competitions between grades.

Don't underestimate the importance of this level of ownership. When conducting class expeditions, even a level advantage can save a considerable amount of energy.

When St. Freya Academy was first established, it received tremendous support from powerful nobles in the Three Kingdoms. Years of management and accumulation have given them privileges within the academy that go far beyond simply improving their accommodations.

The children of powerful nobles who enter the academy are essentially extensions and inheritances of the power of various factions.

Among the aristocratic students of the same class, once you delve deeper, you'll find that they are more or less related by blood or marriage.

To maintain apparent fairness, newly enrolled aristocratic freshmen are not immediately invited to join a class.

However, this did not prevent senior members within the class from voluntarily leading these juniors into the dungeon to accumulate experience.

Of course, upperclassmen can't just ignore their own affairs and come here to babysit freshmen.

Only those of exceptionally noble birth or those with outstanding potential can enjoy such an honor.

Felix's ability to easily secure his first ten-game winning streak in the ranking tournament yesterday is inextricably linked to the fact that most of the top-ranked noble freshmen were taken to the dungeon.

The first player to achieve a ten-game winning streak in this ranking tournament was an ordinary student.

I've heard that quite a few people have already praised Felix as the number one freshman, and some fan club has even been formed.

This immediately sparked dissatisfaction among many people.

They can consider the title of "first place among freshmen" as an empty honor, but they cannot accept that the person bearing this empty honor is an ordinary citizen.

So the freshmen who went to the arena to play ranked matches today are in luck.

When these top-ranked aristocratic freshmen all flocked to the ranking tournament, it was as if a group of great white sharks had been released into a dormant fishpond.

Trehak's three-game winning streak ended yesterday when he faced Felix, but he simply attributed it to bad luck and will play again the next day.

Today I was so badly beaten that I started to question my existence.

Forget about winning streaks, just getting the first win would be a success.

"Was I really that weak?"

After suffering eight consecutive losses, Trehak was completely baffled as to where these monsters and freaks came from.

The ranking tournament landscape changed overnight.

Yesterday, only one person achieved a ten-game winning streak, but now it has become three people.

Anyone who can achieve five or more consecutive wins is an exceptional individual.

The main driving force behind their relentless battles was to break Felix's winning streak.

"Schedule the next performance for me right away."

Sigurd, who had just won a ranking match, spoke without hesitation.

"Excuse me, Sigurd, you've already played ten games today."

The referee in charge of recording the scores reminded him.

Sigurd Dafner, the second freshman at the Fighting Academy to achieve a ten-game winning streak.

"When will I have a chance to fight him?" Sigurd asked, pointing to Felix on the other side of the ring, who was preparing for his next match.

"That depends on whether Felix can win this match," the referee replied. "A 20-game winning streak is enough points for Felix to advance to the Silver rank."

"...Then let's leave this battle to be decided in the Silver Division."

Although Sigurd was unwilling, he dared not retaliate against the referee and stepped off the ring.

"Looks like our Sigurd isn't having much luck," a slightly teasing voice said.

"You mean you're just lucky, River?"

Looking at his friend, who was not only bruised and battered but also had tattered clothes, Sigurd retorted sarcastically.

“At least I have Felix as my opponent today,” River shrugged.

Chapter 41 Felix: The Sword Comes

"Is he really that strong?" Sigurd asked, puzzled.

He knew Rivers' strength all too well; after fighting him for so many years, he had only managed to win about half the battle.

While there may still be some debate about who will be the top student in the first-year fighting academy, River is definitely a shoo-in for the top three.

But as the referee just mentioned, Felix is ​​challenging for the final set of his 20-match winning streak.

Since River didn't appear on stage, it means he was just a stepping stone for the opponent's winning streak.

“She possesses both strength and beauty,” River replied.

"...You didn't hold back, did you? He's a man!"

Upon hearing this, Sigurd's fists immediately hardened.

"I'd be heartbroken if you said that. So what if he's a boy? Felix's beauty transcends race and gender."

River said indifferently.

"Stay away from me from now on," Sigurd said with disdain, looking at River.

He treated all those long-time rivals, respected friends, and opponents as if they had never said anything.

He just wants to get away from this pervert who's obsessed with men.

“Hey, I did use all my strength, except for not using my crest.” Seeing his friend’s dark expression and the look of wanting to vent, River quickly explained, “Besides, the opponent didn’t use their crest, so I can’t win unfairly.”

"I don't believe that the power of a commoner who appeared out of nowhere can surpass yours," Sigurd sneered.

There are also differences between emblems, and the beneficial effects that different emblems produce on the host after activation vary greatly.

Not to mention the special abilities contained within the emblem.

The reason why nobles can remain at the top of the social pyramid is inextricably linked to the coats of arms passed down through generations of their families.

Neither the completeness nor the potential of the emblem can be matched by a commoner who accidentally awakens his emblem.

Assuming that the boost gained by the commoner student Trihak after activating his emblem is one, then River, who inherited the legendary emblem of the "Ten Heroes," would receive a boost of at least five times, resulting in a world of difference in his strength.

Therefore, if neither side uses the power of their emblems, River will be the one who suffers the loss.

“Times have changed. If you continue to hold onto this kind of thinking, you will suffer a great loss sooner or later,” River laughed. “Even a herald born a commoner is a force to be reckoned with.”

"Look if you don't believe me."

River pointed to the ring where Felix was.

Felix's opponent has taken the stage, wielding an axe, a weapon extremely rare among the newcomers.

Like River, this freshman was matched up against the in-form Felix after a nine-game winning streak.

"Who's Felix facing?"

Sigurd tried hard to recall, but found that there was no matching figure in his memory bank.

Most of the aristocratic children already knew each other before entering the academy.

Especially those at the top of their peers, whose names are renowned within aristocratic circles.

If Felix is ​​an anomaly among this year's ordinary students, then who is his opponent?

“Baal,” River replied, “Don’t look at me like that. I only just learned his name myself. Besides, he’s a student from a commoner background who grew up with a mercenary group.”

"If only one can be explained by an exception, then what do the second and third prove?"

"Don't forget, all the heroes of the past were born commoners."

River used the example of the hero, leaving Sigurd utterly speechless.

To live in the same era as heroes is both a blessing and a curse.

With such a useful tool, we can be protected from demonic interference for nearly a hundred years.

But because of the existence of brave warriors, even the most brilliant and ambitious monarchs pale in comparison.

An outstanding Herald Master who could have been remembered in history with his own biography will ultimately be mentioned only as a hero's henchman in a brief mention.

"Hmph." Sigurd snorted coldly, unwilling to argue with River, and turned to leave.

"Aren't you planning to watch this game?" River asked. "They might be our opponents for the next three years."

"I'm going back to training."

It's one thing to be unable to defeat a hero, but after all, it's another question whether those so-called heroes can even be considered human.

These lowly people who appeared out of nowhere are absolutely not allowed to be above him, Sigurd.

"Oh, then go ahead," River, already used to Sieg's personality, said dismissively.

He was prepared to see it all the way to the very end.

If Barr loses, River will extend an olive branch to him; investing in such promising newcomers early on is never a bad thing.

If Felix were to lose, he would be the first to go up and offer his greetings, hoping to leave a good impression.