The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"How come he's last?! Didn't he defeat the teacher?" Lissie said indignantly.

Because she herself is the chief of the Demon Academy, she is even more aware of the huge gap in resource allocation between the chief and ordinary students.

“One thing at a time, defeating the teacher doesn’t change the fact that he was late, and no one knew he was the hero at the time. St. Freya Academy will not arbitrarily change the rules for an ordinary student.”

This is very realistic.

He was given a chance because of his talent, and he was placed last in order to abide by the rules.

Wiener thought of Felix, who also seemed to have entered the university at the bottom of the class.

Wherever there are people, there will be a social hierarchy; wherever there is a social hierarchy, there will be rankings.

The top spot goes without saying, but those who can hold the last position are often no ordinary people either.

"There weren't many spectators at the time; they were mostly students who had failed their exams and were packing up to go home. So, not many people knew about it. Except—"

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"Welcome to the college, junior."

As they spoke, a gentle breeze blew.

A long-haired beauty in an academy uniform quietly stepped onto the arena.

She wore her short skirt properly, but her uniform top seemed to be deliberately held only by one hand and casually draped over her shoulder.

The loose white shirt did not make her look bulky at all; on the contrary, it accentuated her graceful curves, and the slightly open neckline revealed a glimpse of her delicate skin.

If it were anyone else who made this greeting, Arios would most likely have chosen to ignore it.

After all, gaining admission by defeating teachers would only make him think that St. Freya Academy was nothing special.

But the one who approached him to talk was a beautiful woman who he couldn't take his eyes off.

Arios, who came from Lumir Village, was at least a teenager in the prime of his adolescence, if not desperate for food.

His arrogance and indifference were merely a facade. Faced with a beautiful woman, Arios made a move entirely in accordance with his true feelings.

"May I ask your name, senior? I come from a respectable family and am not yet married. If you are interested, would you be willing to become my girlfriend?"

"Your mere reputation is nothing to boast about. I see that you, junior, are exceptionally talented and possess remarkable potential. Would you be interested in joining my Silver Wolf Class?"

"No problem, no problem. As long as you're willing to be my girlfriend, I'll do anything for you, not just the Silver Wolf Class, but even the Silver Lion, Silver Dragon, and Silver Thief Classes."

"...You really dare to say that. How about this, I'll see what you're capable of. If you lose, junior, you'll obediently join my Silver Wolf Class. If you win, then you can do whatever you want."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started."

……

"Your stamina isn't very good."

For the first time, the brave Arius witnessed that there are always people more capable than oneself, and that there is always something beyond one's understanding.

His three signature moves, which he was so proud of, seemed to have been completely seen through by his opponent. He tried his best, but couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

The opponent only dodged and didn't attack, and it turned out that I was the first to run out of energy.

The long-haired senior student naturally noticed this as well and stopped going easy on her.

Taking advantage of the moment when Arios's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, he suddenly accelerated and pulled out the second longsword that Arios had not yet drawn.

By the time he reacted, the longsword was already at his throat.

"I'll come find you again after the opening ceremony."

The next second, the long-haired senior appeared ten steps away from Arios.

He threw the sword with his back turned, and the blade spun twice in the air before landing straight in front of Arios.

This was the first encounter between the hero Arios and Tilisa, the former prefect of the Silver Wolf Class.

Chapter 141 Raising a Sword

"This senior is really...so handsome."

Even Listy, who idolizes heroes the most, couldn't help but be deeply attracted by the dashing and heroic demeanor that Jessica displayed in just a few words.

“Right? That’s my teacher,” Jessica said proudly.

After recounting tales of heroes for a long time, it was finally Jessica's turn to speak. Surprisingly, she acted as if she was showing off something, which was quite unusual for her.

"Uh…"

Viner had every reason to believe that Jessica's exaggerated portrayal of Tissalis, the former Silver Wolf prefect, was included in the introduction.

"So when was it discovered that he was a hero?"

Wiener tapped the table, pulling the other two back from their infatuation.

"Soon. Arios attended the opening ceremony in the morning and was dragged out of the academy dormitory at noon."

"The teacher arranged a place for him to stay in the Silver Wolf Class so that he could be called upon at any time."

"Then that very night, the teacher had already taken him to the fifth level of the dungeon."

As she spoke, Jessica glanced at Vina and suddenly sighed.

"Sigh, I'm still too gentle compared to my teacher."

Wiener felt offended.

“I’m just a lousy blacksmith, comparing me to a hero is giving me too much credit!” Vena said, her cheeks twitching.

“I didn’t compare you guys,” Jessica tried to brush it off.

“You’re clearly competing.” Venere wasn’t buying it.

"It's not that I look down on you, junior, but do you think you have any ability that makes you comparable to a hero?"

"I'm younger than him. Fortune changes every thirty years, so don't underestimate a young man's potential!"

If someone else heard this, they would most likely think that this young man has lofty ambitions and is definitely not someone to be underestimated.

But Jessica won't.

"So you're younger than the hero?"

"Bang!" Viner slammed her hand on the table and stood up, about to start a discussion with the other party.

"Is there a problem with what you said, senior? Vena is indeed younger than the hero," Listi asked, puzzled.

Many people are precocious, but the degree of precocity varies from person to person.

At least someone as innocent as Lissie didn't understand why Venus suddenly got angry.

Realizing this, Wiener was naturally embarrassed to delve any further into the matter.

Even though he knew Jessica was doing it on purpose.

"Even a hero wouldn't fare well if he were thrown into such a deep dungeon," Vena said indignantly.

This Teresa is clearly no ordinary person, given that she can train a disciple like Jessica.

With such a high level of difficulty right from the start, Vena has every reason to suspect that the hero was ultimately killed by her.

“Well, I should correct you on that. The dungeons back then weren’t as good as they are now. A dungeon with five levels back then was at most equivalent to four levels now,” Jessica explained. “Besides, Arios himself didn’t object to that.”

"Why? Can the dungeon regulate itself?" Viner asked, puzzled.

“It’s not that convenient.” Jessica shook her head. “The dungeon has existed for longer than St. Freya Academy. Many of its barriers and magic circles have been lost. What you see now are just patches added by later generations.”

"The more demons are sealed in the dungeon, the higher the level of demonic energy emanating from their bodies will be, resulting in an increase in the strength of the demons."

"A sufficient number of monsters must be cleared out regularly in order to maintain the balance of the dungeon."

This is actually not hard to understand.

The dungeon has become what it is today largely due to the activities of the heroes.

There were so many demons captured by the hero that the balance began to tip.

I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

"This is different from what I know."

“This is different from what most people know.” Jessica seemed to have seen this reaction before.

"The dungeon didn't come first, but rather St. Freya Academy was created on top of the dungeon."

"However, the name 'Dungeon' was indeed given by the first hero."

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At that time, Arios was at the fourth rank and could break through to the fifth rank at any time. While it was dangerous for someone to move around on the fifth level of the dungeon, it was not to the point where he could not move an inch.

Even if something unexpected happens, at least there's Tilisa to fall back on.

And Arios did not disappoint. What does it matter if he only uses three moves? As long as he can eliminate the monsters, the moves are not important.

Without needing anyone to urge him, Alios acted like a war maniac, actively chasing and annihilating the monsters, leaving nothing but desolation in his wake.

Tilisa, who was observing from the side, gradually noticed its differences.

Arios's attacks were almost always delivered with all his might, which caused him to exhaust his stamina very quickly.

If it were a normal person, they would have given up long ago.

No matter how exhausted Arios was a second ago, as long as he took out some dry food and fruit from his backpack and ate a few bites, he would be able to continue fighting with renewed vigor, and even become more and more courageous as he fought.

No matter how perilous the situation, Arios always emerged victorious.

He is clearly the kind of genius who seeks breakthroughs in battle.

This made Tissa, who had originally planned to intervene, give up the idea.

"Aren't you going to use the other sword at your waist?"

Taking advantage of the break while they were resting after defeating a group of monsters, Tissa asked curiously.

The longsword in Arios's hand was a rare and exquisite piece.

But the other sword is truly extraordinary.

Although Tilisa only held it briefly, she had already noticed something.

If we used that sword, it would probably be even easier.

"It's not that I don't want to use it, it's that I can't use it."

Arios shook his head helplessly, his thoughts already drifting back to before he left the village.

......

"Hey, little blacksmith, I'm leaving soon and probably won't be back. Bring me whatever good stuff you have."

"No, stop fucking stuffing me with village swords. Whether it's you or that old village chief, all the mission rewards are these village swords."

"I have at least twenty of these in my backpack. Do you have any others?"

"Worried I won't be able to use it? That's not your concern. Just take it out and give it to me."

"Damn it, it doesn't even meet the trigger conditions. Here's the money, and I'll take the sword too."

......

"Then why do you still carry it with you?" Tilissa asked, puzzled.

It is unwise to hang something on your waist knowing it is unusable.

Besides hindering his own actions, he also unnecessarily gave others the opportunity to seize the sword.

“I’m ‘nurturing a sword,’ do you understand?” Arios said.

“I don’t understand.” Tilisa shook her head.

"...You've heard of hatching eggs, right?" Arios said irritably. "As long as I keep it with me until it's fully unsealed, and let it go through more battles with me, it will become the most suitable weapon for me."

"I've never heard of a sword needing to be conceived for ten months."

"Then you just wait and see. This is a hidden reward that I went through a lot of trouble to get."

"Alright, alright, I'll wait for the day when my junior draws his divine weapon."

In Tilissa's opinion, this junior student is indeed talented, but his brain isn't quite right.