The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

“It’s different,” Wiener shook his head with difficulty. “In our line of work, we can delay production, but we can never cut corners.”

“I don’t think these two things are the same thing.” Felix could clearly feel the weight pressing down on Venus’s body.

Having pushed his physical strength to the limit, Wiener, apart from still being conscious, was not much different from a lump of mud.

"At this rate, you won't even have time to eat breakfast."

The class started at 6:30 and ended at 7:00. An hour was originally allotted for students to change clothes, eat, and get to their classrooms.

Most of the other freshmen who couldn't complete the training program were just there to show up and get credit, as long as they didn't lose extra credits. Once the teacher left, they went back to doing whatever they were doing.

Viner is the only one who works overtime to complete all the training content like this.

He spent twice as much time completing the training content, and there was clearly not enough time left for Viner to go to the cafeteria again.

Felix hadn't been waiting until now after his morning workout.

He leisurely changed his clothes and ate breakfast before coming to the playground to retrieve the body.

"...Didn't you think of bringing me a serving when you were eating it?"

Wiener thought that established rules didn't need much explanation, but he found that he had overestimated Felix's cerebellum.

"You didn't say why I should bring it for you!"

Logically, it is flawless.

......

Because no consensus could be reached on whether or not people should offer to bring breakfast.

Felix, sulking, became less gentle in his movements.

Instead of supporting her, he carried her on his back, throwing her onto her seat in one go, and then deliberately found a spot far away from her to sit down.

According to Viner, his good friend's anger lasted until noon when school was over.

Shortly after Felix left, Lisette came up to him.

"In all my life, this is the first time I've ever seen someone give away leftovers as a gift."

"Well, I quite like that tea. If you don't like it, just give it back to me and I'll get you a new one."

Vina was unaware of Lisette's past experiences, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said at the time.

They simply believed that Lisette was too young and couldn't handle such a huge shock, which is why she left in anger.

The stalemate between the two was pointless, so he was willing to take the first step and give the other party a way out.

Vena is a mature adult, why should she stoop to the level of a child like Lisette?

Therefore, they decided to apologize to ease the tension between them.

In his view, the fact that Lisette took the initiative to come to him meant that she had almost come to her senses and calmed down.

It can only be said that Wiener was very meticulous and cautious in some aspects, but particularly careless in others.

He didn't understand that once something is given to a girl, it should never be taken back easily unless it becomes irreparable.

"...I have never seen anything that has been given away come back."

Lisette slammed her hand on the table, but because she hit it too hard, her hand hurt instead.

"Are you OK?"

Vena noticed that Lisette had pulled her slightly aching hand behind her back and asked with concern.

"No...no problem." Lisette tried to remain calm as she took out the food box she had hidden behind her back and placed it on the table.

"This is something I accidentally ordered too much of this morning and couldn't finish. It would be a waste to throw it away, so I'm punishing you by making you eat it."

"Don't complain, you were the one who gave away the leftover tea leaves first."

Lisette put on a tough front, but it was just a lie to herself.

There's only one reason why a girl might voluntarily bring food to someone else's house.

"You've been a great help." Vina took the lunchbox without hesitation and gave Listy a grateful look.

Upon opening the lid, the enticing aroma greatly whetted Vina's appetite.

Just as he was about to start eating, a messenger came from the doorway.

"Mr. Slav has arrived!"

The once noisy classroom fell silent instantly.

All the students who had left to talk immediately returned to their seats.

If anyone still believes Mr. Slav's initial claim that things weren't so strict and had no rules after a week of getting to know each other, then they truly don't even know how to spell the word "death."

Interrupted, Lisette had no choice but to stop talking and retreat to a seat in the back row.

Wiener put the food box in the drawer, intending to eat it during break time.

"Having such a pleasant conversation? I could hear it from the hallway."

"Looks like you all had a great weekend?"

The person arrived before the voice.

Anyone could tell from Mr. Slav's serious words that he was in a bad mood.

No one knows who offended him.

Mr. Slav strode into the classroom, his face devoid of any smile.

He slowly walked to the front of the podium, placed his hands on it, and scanned each student below the podium with sharp, eagle-like eyes.

"Of the 260 first-year students, only three have cleared the first level of the dungeon so far. Ha, and they are one from each of the three colleges."

"This is truly the worst class of freshmen I've ever taught."

Despite Mr. Slav's serious tone, Wiener almost lost his composure.

The phrase "the worst class ever" seems to be a phrase that every teacher uses to put down their students.

Wiener bit her lip, trying hard to suppress her laughter.

"But this will soon become history."

Slav turned his head, wrote a name on the blackboard, then drew a big X over it, and coldly announced:

"There are now 259 students."

Chapter 92 Slavs: Who's in favor, and who's against?

The name that was crossed out was Relian. Not only did Viner not recognize the name, but probably very few people in the entire first year knew him.

But he is indeed a first-year student at the Fighting Academy.

"Yesterday, the rescue team's teachers found Lerian on the first floor of the dungeon, but he was already confirmed dead when they found him."

Do you know what they said?

"I've never seen anyone die on the first level of the dungeon while holding an escape stone. Is this the kind of freshman you've trained?"

The Slavs perfectly mimicked the tone of the rescue teacher.

But this is not funny.

The classmate who was eating in the same cafeteria and attending classes with us until last week has passed away quietly.

"Those who have already used up their escape stones, stand up!" Slav didn't give the new students time to calm down; instead, he issued the order in a commanding tone.

"Swish"

A large group of students stood up at the same time, their movements merging into a single sound.

The upright posture is not a sign of feeling that one's actions are glorious, but rather a sign of mourning for the deceased.

If it weren't for the escape stone, how many of them would have been left behind?

Wiener quickly counted them; there were thirty-seven people in total, all of whom were students from the Fighting Academy.

This ratio is not surprising. As mentioned before, the Magic Academy and Alchemy Academy do not currently have a need to enter the dungeon. The first batch of people to enter the dungeon were mostly students from the Fighting Academy.

To Vena's surprise, Barr was also among the thirty-seven people.

Even his college uniform, which barely exposed his face, couldn't completely hide the bandages on his body, suggesting he had gone through a fierce battle after their separation.

Given his abilities and cautious nature, this situation shouldn't have happened; it just goes to show that things are unpredictable.

No wonder Jessica beat him to the punch; he must have left all his wealth in the dungeon and was too broke to take it with him.

Wiener's speculation is reasonable.

Slav made a note of these guys who had already lost their "life" once, and continued:

"Those who have yet to independently enter the dungeon, stand up!"

Independence does not require students to go it alone; on the contrary, the college encourages students in the same grade to form teams with each other.

However, the kind of behavior of going in with upperclassmen and sightseeing the whole time by clinging to their coattails is not included in this category.

At this, almost all the students from the Magic Academy and the Alchemy Academy stood up.

“You are more cautious and smarter than those who have narrowly escaped with their lives,” Mr. Slav said, using a strategy of praising before criticizing.

"Then I hope you will continue to be cautious. Those currently standing here are all prohibited from entering the dungeon until they obtain a Silver Rank ranking in the Arena!"

This was originally a condition for entering the second level of the dungeon; subsequent levels did not have similar restrictions.

The purpose of this is to tell newcomers that you can reach the second floor smoothly by luck, but there is no shortcut from here on out, and everyone must be responsible for their own safety.

However, the Slavs have now made it a requirement for entering the dungeon.

Some guys who thought they were pretty good, but missed entering the dungeon in time for various reasons, are now kicking themselves.

Aside from extreme cases like Felix's two-day 20-game winning streak that propelled him into the Silver rank, even maintaining a 70% win rate requires accumulating 30 to 50 games.

If they play slowly, they will miss out on the dungeon for more than half a month, which will undoubtedly cut off their important way of obtaining credits.

"As for the other students here," Slav turned his gaze to the few students still sitting upright, determined not to let any slip through his net.

"I will not deprive you of your right to enter the dungeon, but you should all be aware of the risks. Three ranked matches a day, a total of twenty-one matches a week, will be your homework."

As soon as these words were spoken, a somber atmosphere immediately filled the classroom.

Don't think that three games a day is nothing just because Felix once achieved ten wins in a day.

If it's a case of overwhelming strength, that's fine. But if the two sides are evenly matched and the outcome is close, just one match can exhaust a lot of their physical strength.

How to get back in shape before the next game will be a key test.

After a full day of classes and three ranking matches, the students were unlikely to have the energy to go to the dungeon.

Slav's move, besides improving the students' combat experience against humans, may also have been intended to limit the frequency with which these energetic individuals could enter the dungeon.

"I've finished speaking. Who objects now?"

The classroom was completely silent; no one uttered a sound.

"Then let's begin the lesson," Mr. Slav said calmly. "If you don't want to become the next Relian, you all had better take this seriously."

As for those still standing, the Slavs didn't seem to have any intention of having them sit down.

......

"If the weapons weren't so useless, how could I have been forced to hand over the escape stone by a bunch of slimes? It's such a misunderstanding."

Only after Mr. Slav left the classroom did some people begin to speak out about their misfortune.

His remarks quickly resonated with many people.

Most people's weapons broke when they faced countless slimes in the mine, forcing them to crush the escape stone.

"Next time, let's gather more people and just eliminate it completely," one student suggested.

Slimes are adept at using sheer numbers, so there's no need to reason with them. Just gather a force of thirty to fifty and swarm them; you'll surely rout them.

"That makes sense." "It should have been done a long time ago."

This statement quickly gained the approval of many people.

"Hmph, let's talk about that when you can re-enter the dungeon." Sigurd glanced contemptuously at the group of arrogant fools and mocked them.