The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Despite being bitten, Vina remained remarkably calm.

No matter what, it's a weapon I made myself. Even if it makes a fuss, it's just a big cat.

The stone lion shook its head, denying Venere's guess, and then opened its mouth again.

This time, its mouth opened even wider than before, as if it could devour everything.

"vomit!"

With this deep roar, the fur of an unknown monster, monster crystals exuding a strange aura, scales gleaming with cold light, sharp claws and teeth, and piles of seemingly mismatched armor spewed out from the stone lion's mouth, soon piling up into a majestic little mountain.

The hill is even larger than the stone lion, making one wonder how it managed to swallow so much.

These materials are all rare and high-quality products from the depths of the dungeon.

He might have been happier if he hadn't buried himself there.

With difficulty, Viner poked his head out from the mountain of supplies and reached out to catch the last item that the stone lion spat out—a piece of paper that looked like a letter.

He tore open the letter with one hand, and read:

"I wasn't sure which materials my junior would actually need, so I had Lionheart take them all. I hope my junior will be satisfied."

There was no signature, but the tone of the letter made it obvious that it belonged to Jessica.

After vomiting everything out of its belly, the stone lion shrank considerably in size.

Seeing that Venus had not yet struggled to break free, it used its forelimbs to dig a hole in the hill, then grabbed Venus by the back of its collar and pulled it out, thus freeing Venus.

Wiener stared at the mountain of materials before him, lost in thought.

Although it was just a casual remark, Jessica's intentions were far greater than he had imagined.

With so many materials, there's enough to craft not just a single weapon, but enough to equip an entire squad with full gear.

If all the resources were used to craft equipment for one person, they could create a different set every day for a week without repeating the same item.

The reward was a bit too generous; it's clear how satisfied Jessica was with this transformable Lionheart.

The problem was that there were too many of them. They piled up and almost buried Wiener alive, and even blocked the dormitory door, making it impossible for people to get in or out.

"Couldn't you have held it in a little longer before throwing up?" Viner sighed helplessly.

If he had known earlier that the Lionheart was there to deliver materials, he should have brought it into the workshop first and made room for it, and then organized it slowly.

The Lion King's Heart, now shrunk to the size of a small stone lion, showed no reaction. It simply flicked its tail and turned to leave.

Weapons given away are like water spilled; once given, they are gone.

If Jessica hadn't specifically instructed it to personally deliver the materials to Viner before returning, it probably wouldn't have had the patience to wait at the door all night.

With only Viner left, he slowly moved the pile of materials aside, creating a gap that allowed him to pass through.

Then open the door and move all the materials into the workshop.

After completing all this, the utterly exhausted Wiener could no longer resist the drowsiness and simply soaked himself in the bathtub before falling into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes the next day, I had completely missed morning exercises.

While it's not impossible to rush there now, making time for class in order to complete the morning exercise routine seems to be putting the cart before the horse.

Wiener wasn't that rigid; he treated it as a day off for himself.

After washing up, I headed to the cafeteria, where I encountered mostly alchemy students who had just woken up.

They nodded to each other as a greeting, and then went their separate ways.

After choosing her breakfast at the cafeteria, Wiener sat down in a seat towards the back and began to replenish the nutrients her body needed.

Felix, who had just finished his morning exercise, arrived at the restaurant. His gaze inadvertently swept across the restaurant and spotted Vina sitting at the back. He then got his food and sat down opposite Vina.

"Vina, are you alright?" Felix asked with concern.

He didn't think Wiener was the kind of person who would be absent so easily.

"It's a minor issue, I just followed local customs a little," Viner replied calmly, swallowing the food in his mouth.

Sleeping in late once in a while is really nice, no wonder the students at the Alchemy Institute consider skipping morning exercises a common practice.

Wiener doesn't intend to reveal the real reason.

After all, the misunderstanding was cleared up last night, so there's no need to cause any extra worry for others.

The two exchanged a few words, mostly Felix talking and Wiener listening.

"By the way, Vena, did you watch Lisette's match yesterday?" Felix suddenly asked.

"No."

Yesterday, Wiener was so focused on his own game that he didn't have time to care about what was happening off the field.

Felix seemed a little disappointed and continued, "That's a pity. Lisette played exceptionally well yesterday. Even in the unfavorable environment of a ring battle, she still won all three matches and defeated her opponent."

"That's it."

The new students of the Magic Academy and the Alchemy Academy were also forced to participate in ranking matches as part of Mr. Slav's homework.

Although the intention was good, hoping they could accumulate some practical experience in advance.

The reality is that most of them have become mere experience points for new students at the Fighting Academy.

To save face, some players concede defeat in three games at lightning speed.

Thankfully, Mr. Slav only asked to play a full number of games, rather than demanding the first win of the day.

Only a small number of people who are confident enough in their skills or have a strong enough desire to win will go all out to determine the winner.

As the top freshman, Lisette naturally couldn't easily admit defeat, but her three victories in three battles were largely thanks to Jessica's special training.

"And what about you?" Viner suddenly asked curiously.

"I lost a match. The second-year students are really strong."

Despite this, Felix did not show any sign of frustration; on the contrary, he looked eager to try.

Ranking matches allow lower-ranked players to challenge higher-ranked players, but do not allow higher-ranked players to harass lower-ranked players.

Before any other freshmen are promoted to Silver rank, Felix's opponents will all be seniors who are second-year students or above.

Facing these seasoned veterans who had been in the Silver rank for who knows how long, Felix only mentioned losing one game instead of answering how many he had won, which speaks volumes about his skill.

"By the way, Vena, how are things on your end? I didn't see you yesterday," Felix asked curiously.

“Everything is going smoothly on my end. At this rate, we should reach the Silver level this week, which won’t delay our exploration of the dungeon,” Viner said.

"That's good. I heard that the second-year students from the Magic Academy and the Alchemy Academy are also going to start participating in the ranking tournament. If you run into them, Vena, you'd better be careful."

"Hmm. By the way, come help me out tonight."

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Chapter 101 Lisette's Intricate Connections

In the first magic theory class, Professor Hannemann looked at the students below the stage and couldn't help but smile.

"Looks like some people got pretty badly beaten up yesterday?"

Healing spells, while incredibly effective, often come at the cost of draining the injured person's life force in exchange for a rapid recovery.

In real-world emergencies, we won't hesitate to use it, because once someone is gone, it's too late to say anything.

However, we will try to minimize the overuse of healing spells.

Dr. Ada would use gentler medications on students sent to the infirmary to enhance their body's self-healing abilities and achieve a therapeutic effect.

For minor injuries like bruises and swelling, there's no need for medicine; just apply a warm compress with two hard-boiled eggs.

"Although it's a bit early to let you experience real combat at this time, after seeing your performance, I think Mr. Slav's approach is quite necessary."

"In a one-on-one arena battle, using a pre-prepared Evocation spell is like gambling that your opponent won't be able to react while you're chanting it right in front of them."

There are countless spells in the world, but over the years they have formed a system in which each spell can find its place.

The Evocation school uses elemental power, the Enchanting school alters the form of matter, the Conjuration school governs summoning and creation, and the Protection school resists abnormal statuses and negates death.

A skilled spellcaster doesn't simply rely on having a forward in the team to cram all their spell slots into evocation spells.

Instead, they consider how to integrate and flexibly utilize the magical resources at hand.

After giving the new students of the Magic Academy a scathing critique, Hannemann began to give examples of spell combinations commonly used by novice mages and how they were applied in actual combat.

The students of the Magic Academy, knowing they couldn't avoid the ranking matches for a long time to come, listened very attentively.

The students from the Fighting Academy, who had a bit of foresight, listened just as attentively.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you fight without danger.

With such complete immersion, time flies by.

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Arena #7.

“The Demon Academy, Eun Vadim”.

“The Magic Academy, Lisette von Cordelia”.

A rare internal battle among the freshmen of the Magic Academy, with one of them being the top freshman, such a fight at the level of first-year students was enough to attract attention, so there were quite a few onlookers in the audience.

"Begin." At the referee's command, the two players on the stage instantly sprang into action.

Eun uses a short magic staff, which has the advantage of increasing casting speed.

Lisette, on the other hand, uses a long baguette that can hold more magic, focusing more on the power of her spells.

In duels with other melee classes, a mage's primary task is usually to maintain sufficient distance to ensure they have enough time to prepare and cast spells.

However, this rule was completely overturned during the Mage Civil War.

The farther away you are, the weaker the spell becomes, and the more difficult it is to control.

In a rigid, distance-based magical exchange, the side with the higher total magical power will inevitably have a greater advantage.

Knowing that he could not match this genius girl who had already reached the third tier in terms of stationary spellcasting, Ewan chose to focus on his most confident aspect: spellcasting speed.

Only by interrupting Lysty with a lower-level spell that has a faster casting speed before she can chant her third-circle spell can they have a chance to close the gap in their strength.

Little did they know that this idea was also in Lisette's calculations.

Ewan's actions fell right into Lisette's carefully laid trap.

Lisette, who was also closing the distance, was only using her staff as a decoy.

With a mere wave of her hand, an invisible force silently released the prepared spell, even faster than Ewan using his wand.

"Laughter Technique!"

"Magic Fly—Hahahahahahaha."

Ewan, who was hit by the Maniacal Laughter spell, was instantly deprived of his ability to control his facial expressions.

He burst into wild laughter, interrupting the magic missiles he had prepared.

If you give Eun another half second, he might be able to complete the casting of the magic missile.

Unfortunately not.

Eun could only laugh wildly while keeping his distance.

The Laughter spell is only a first-level spell, and its control effect is not as good as the second-level Human Freeze spell, but it is superior in that it is extremely fast to cast.

Therefore, Ewan only temporarily lost his spellcasting ability, but his mobility was not greatly hindered.

As long as he gets out of the range of the Laughter spell, he will have a chance to regain his strength.

But the situation was far more complicated than he imagined.

"Snapped!"

Lisette gave him no chance to catch his breath, sweeping Eun’s lower body with her stick, disrupting his balance, and then striking him in the chest with her stick, causing Eun to stagger backward.

In a battle between mages, if it becomes a repetitive cycle of spell dismantling, it will inevitably end with one of them running out of spell slots.

If we want to break this pattern, we can only rely on the most primitive form of human struggle – hand-to-hand combat.

It's worth noting that Lisette had never used a staff in the dungeon, yet she brought a long-handled staff to the arena specifically for this moment.