The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"His opponent received a bye and re-entered the matchmaking pool, while his ongoing ranked match was postponed to the next game."

"Your opponents are already getting ready to go on stage," the referee explained.

Having said all that, what else could Wiener do?

He had no choice but to stay on the stage and take advantage of the time while his opponent entered to recover his strength.

"Fighting Academy, Sigurd."

"Mikazuki."

The two exchanged names in accordance with the competition procedures.

Wiener did not rush to make the first move, nor did his opponent.

“I watched your previous matches. You must be a second-year student, right?” Sigurd asked.

He had heard that many second-year students who hadn't participated in many ranking tournaments in their first year had been forced to participate by Mr. Slav.

Sigurd had never heard of Mikazuki among the first-year students, but seeing him fight in the arena like a weapons display, pulling out weapons one by one from his weapon case, he was most likely a second-year alchemy student.

"You can understand it that way too."

As long as no one associates Mikazuki's identity with Wiener, Wiener doesn't care whether the other party misunderstands or not.

"Very well, then I'll go all out."

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Chapter 106 The Great Hammer at Eighty!

Sigurd was not intimidated by the fact that his opponent was a second-year student.

Even though they're in second grade, they're still stuck in the Bronze rank and fighting against first-year students. They're basically the type who aren't good at fighting.

If Mikazuki could be defeated by Baal, then he could also be defeated by himself.

Sigurd refused to accept that he had lost to a commoner student.

So no matter how much time Baal used, he would spend less.

Sigurd gripped his guns with both hands, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. His intense fighting spirit instantly activated the Holy War Emblem he possessed, and he charged straight toward Vina.

Wiener was startled by what he saw and hurriedly swung his weapon to try to defend himself.

However, Sigurd's speed and strength exceeded his expectations.

The spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly rushing in front of Vina, deflecting the Magnetic Shadow Hand Axe in his hand, and thrusting the spearhead straight into his chest.

Wiener hurriedly dodged to the side, but it was too late.

The tip of the spear grazed the hem of his clothes, creating a gust of wind.

Immediately afterwards, Sigurd swung his gun horizontally, the butt of which struck Viner hard in the waist.

Viner felt a tremendous force come over him, and his body was involuntarily sent flying backward, crashing heavily off the ring and losing consciousness.

"The winner is Sigurd!"

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When Viner awoke from his coma, he saw this unfamiliar... no, this ceiling was one he had seen before.

Once she regained consciousness, the aches and pains in her body also kicked in, causing Viner to cry out in pain.

"You're awake?" Dr. Ida looked at Vina with a smile.

"How could our good students, who always stand up for justice and help those in need, be beaten so badly in the blink of an eye?"

Viner subconsciously touched her face and found that she was still wearing the alchemical mask.

If he hadn't exhausted himself fighting Baal, or if he had been prepared from the start, he wouldn't have lost this match so badly.

He just hadn't expected that a freshman he'd never met before would be so strong, whose power after unleashing the power of the emblem was even a notch stronger than "Baal".

"I put it back on you after I confirmed it. You'll definitely be safer now that you have an additional identity." Ada saw through Vina's thoughts.

"Phew," Venere breathed a sigh of relief, "How long was I unconscious?"

"It took about two hours from when it arrived."

Ada picked up the medical record hanging above the bed, glanced at it, and gave the answer.

Two hours, which means he missed all the remaining matches.

The rules of the ranking tournament are that players must first declare how many matches they want to play, and then the matches are scheduled. Those who are absent will be judged as losing, and those who receive a bye will not be counted in the results. There is never a rule that surrendering means losing half the score.

In other words, Viña worked hard for two days in ranking tournaments, only to have a single net win, all for nothing.

"You've really helped the academy solve a problem this time. Whether you want to lie down a little longer or go back to rest is up to you."

"Don't I need any medication? Will there be any side effects?" Vina felt that the pain in her body had not been relieved.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. He was only knocked unconscious by a gunshot, not run over by a road roller.

"Why do young people always think about taking medicine? Think about your own problems. Do you stay up all night and indulge in debauchery?" Ada retorted.

"Absolutely impossible."

"Then hurry up and get out of here, don't hogging the bed."

"Got it."

Viner sprang out of bed and packed her things to leave.

"Oh, by the way, Baal has been saved," Ida suddenly mentioned.

"A zombie?" Viner was taken aback.

"Why are you only cursing people to die? He's been wanting to thank you in person ever since he found out you saved him. Do you want to see him?"

Possession is an extremely complex forbidden technique. Whether it succeeds depends on the skill level of the practitioner, the thoroughness of preparation, and the strength of the spirit and willpower of both parties.

The "Chapter of Bondage" allows Lucio, a Herald user with absolutely no magical background, to easily use forbidden techniques like "Possession," but to achieve perfection, he still cannot escape these limitations.

Both were forcibly possessed, but Relian was weaker and less determined than Baal. In addition, the discovery came too late, and the original consciousness had already been erased by Lucio.

Barr, on the other hand, was much luckier.

After possessing Relian, Lucio's strength was already greatly reduced.

With the race against the escape stone to seize possession, time is even more pressing than before.

Even after Lucio took over his body, Baal's original consciousness still retained some remnants.

Perhaps in ten days or half a month, Lucio will completely erase Baal's remaining consciousness.

But Lucio had already given himself away.

Samif's Word of Truth is more than enough for interrogation, but when it comes to spells involving soul manipulation, Hanneman is the more reliable one.

After Hanneman removed the foreign soul that did not belong to Baal's body, it was time for Ada to fulfill her promise.

"As long as you have a breath left, we can save you."

After such an ordeal, one would inevitably fall seriously ill afterwards.

It would be a blessing if they could just survive.

"Let's just let it go this time. Anyway, we'll all have a chance to meet at school eventually, and it's not too late to wait until he recovers."

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"That's not okay."

Back in his dorm, Viner lay on his bed and reflected on the day's failure.

He could take advantage of the cheapness of his weapons to hold his own against third-tier combat classes in offensive battles.

However, in terms of resistance to damage, it may not be as good as a Tier 1 shield class.

If it were Baal, even if he were shot like that, his subsequent actions might be affected, but he wouldn't be completely incapacitated.

When fighting against a stronger opponent, any weakness will be magnified infinitely.

Perhaps because she had slept enough in the infirmary, Wiener felt more and more energetic as she lay back in her own bed.

"Forget it, I'll start going to bed early and waking up early from tomorrow."

Wiener got out of bed and headed toward the workshop without hesitation.

The once empty workshop has now taken shape, with seven or eight shelves piled high with materials.

The rate of consumption can't keep up with the rate of acquisition, which is probably the happiest thing for the hoarding rats.

However, the limited space in the workshop is a problem that cannot be ignored. Even if the layout of the furnishings is optimized, it is only a temporary solution.

Unless we find a way to expand the capacity.

Wiener gazed thoughtfully at the side wall of the workshop.

He then took out his student ID and sent a message.

"Felix, is the workshop in your dorm room in use?"

"I've hardly ever used it, why are you asking?"

Felix had just finished showering; water droplets still lingered on his smooth, jade-like skin, shimmering with a crystalline glow.

She was wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt on her upper body, while her long, white legs were exposed on her lower body.

Just as I was waiting for my wet hair to dry in the wind, I suddenly saw a message from the Venus student card, and I didn't understand what the other party was trying to do.

"If you don't need it, how about I give it to you? I'm almost out of space here."

"That's certainly possible. How do you plan to use it? Do you need any help?"

Felix responded politely.

"No need for now, you can rest first."

Felix had just finished putting his hair up and was about to go back to bed when he suddenly heard noises coming from next door.

Listening closely, it sounded like someone was shouting something like "eighty".

Is eighty some kind of special code?

Chapter 107 Neighbors Become Cohabitants

The Alchemy Institute was rife with dangerous experiments, and explosions were commonplace.

To prevent a student's failed experiment from causing an explosion that could disrupt other ongoing experiments and ultimately lead to a chain reaction of explosions.

The walls of the Alchemy Institute dormitory have excellent sound insulation.

The kind where you can shout yourself hoarse and still not be heard.

Conversely, a noise that can be felt even through a wall is definitely not a small noise.

Rhythmic shouts came from the other side of the wall.

With each exhale, the entire wall vibrated, emitting a dull echo.

If Wiener hadn't just greeted Felix, Felix would probably have immediately run to Wiener's dormitory to check on the situation.

Viña then told Felix to wait in the dormitory.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

Once, twice, three times...

The sturdy walls gradually began to crack.

"eighty!!!"

The thick wall was finally breached.

Following the small hole chiseled open by the hammer, the first thing to be revealed was a hammerhead, followed by Wiener's head.

"Hey, still awake?" Vena said through the small hole, his cheeky words coming out of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Did you take the wrong medicine?" Felix clenched his fist.

“Dr. Ida didn’t prescribe it for me,” Viner retorted.