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Chapter 29: The Academy’s Eccentric

After Instructor Ella finished the pinkie promise with Ashura with a smile, she went ahead to watch the remaining two students take the exam.

Several male students around them stared at Ashura in shock and envy; that brat had just hugged Instructor Ella and even held her hand?

And that was not all; he had also hugged our goddess Clara just now?

Ashura ignored the boys’ looks, and although he wanted to lift his hand to sniff his fingers, he felt that would be a creepy and inappropriate thing to do.

While he was considering not washing his hands for a few days, a faint voice beside him said, “Ashura, you traitor who chases girls and forgets friends!”

Startled, Ashura turned his head and saw the chubby Na Wei glaring at him, and he curled his lip and said, “Friends are friends, but if you keep spouting nonsense I’ll sue you for defamation.”

Na Wei grew even angrier and snapped, “I’m spouting nonsense? Right before that thing of yours exploded, why didn’t you drag me away? I was closest to you, yet you grabbed Instructor Ella and Clara and ran back; tell me if that isn’t true!”

Ashura looked embarrassed, because what the fatty said was true, but he could not admit it.

He immediately quibbled, “I couldn’t pull you, could I? With that build you’re heavier than the two of them put together, so how could I drag you? Besides, didn’t I warn you, and you ended up fine anyway!”

The fatty was about to open his mouth to argue, but Ashura quickly waved him off and said, “Enough, fatty, remember who cheered you on during the exam; if I hadn’t helped you steady your mind, you’d have been knocked out already!”

“So let’s call it even, and you don’t have to repay me!”

Na Wei was speechless, for he was no match for the quick-witted and sharp-tongued Ashura.

What shocked him even more was hearing that Ashura had more than 800 credits; students only received 100 credits a month, so after 3 months most of them had about 300.

Yet Ashura actually had over 800 credits… how could he not be stunned!

What he did not know was that, besides his own 300 credits, Ashura had earned another 300 as a sparring partner for 3 months, plus a share of the profits from the dormitory’s gossip pamphlets about campus goddesses.

Na Wei had intended to milk Ashura and make him take him to the second floor of the cafeteria for a lavish credit meal.

After all, the guy had more than 800 credits, yet a few words from Ashura had shut him down, leaving the fatty extremely upset.

The last two students taking the test also passed without any mishap.

This made Class 13’s homeroom instructor, Instructor Ella, very happy; although her class was small, every student had passed, which delighted the new mentor.

The Class 13 students were overjoyed as well, but when they walked out of the testing hall they met the Magic Class 14 students coming in.

The uninformed Class 14 students pointed at their scorched appearance, and Class 13 could not even lift their heads, cursing Ashura the troublemaker in their hearts.

The Class 14 students, seeing the sorry state of Class 13, grew terrified, wondering what kind of exam awaited them inside; wasn’t it just hitting a dummy… how had everyone ended up like that?

A timid girl was so frightened that she burst into tears on the spot.

After the morning assessment there were no more classes, so the students were free; Ashura ran toward the dormitory, feeling truly elated.

He had finally become an official Saint Gobban student.

When he opened the dorm door, the other three were waiting in the lounge; as he entered they all stood and looked at him in silence, and Ashura grinned at his brothers and said, “I passed!”

Their cheers seemed to lift the dorm roof, and the four hugged one another in celebration.

Jin Ze and Arthur had finished their tests earlier and had also passed smoothly.

Jin Ze was now at Magician Stage 1; although Ashura had never asked which family he came from, Jin Ze’s bearing was clearly not something a common household could cultivate.

Jin Ze did have a quirk… he wanted to do business with everything, saw opportunities everywhere, and his eyes lit up at anything valuable; the gossip cards were selling like hotcakes under his hand.

Arthur had even reached Martial Master Stage 2 early; after persistent requests, Ashura had sparred with him once.

He found Arthur’s martial foundation very solid and his techniques of high quality, yet in Ashura’s eyes they were too proper, as if drilled by a rigid instructor.

Ashura told Arthur his impressions, and the cool youth was silent for a long time before nodding in agreement, saying he had received orthodox training since childhood.

His real combat experience was pitifully little, and the opponents he sparred with had all fought in the same upright, point-scoring style.

He said he wanted to learn more from Ashura in the future, especially those endless sneak-attack moves and shameless tricks, which left Ashura rather unhappy.

The fourth brother, Angelo, had an easier schedule; as a forging student he faced no assessments, no one knew his exact strength, his classes were light, and he rose and returned to the dorm later than anyone.

His greatest hobby was gathering campus gossip, sharing it with the other three, and helping the eldest compile scandal sheets on the belles to earn credits.

Among the four, only Angelo had inadvertently revealed his large forging clan; the others had never asked about one another’s family backgrounds.

Maybe someday they would share, or maybe they feared their families’ power would taint their pure friendship.

Yet that very afternoon Angelo came running back, knocked on their doors, and gathered everyone in the downstairs lounge, reporting a slew of wild rumors sweeping the campus.

One of the main subjects was the third brother, Ashura himself.

The assessment had produced many bombshells: for instance, Warrior Class 3’s greatsword user Menlo had reached Martial Master Stage 3 and split the test dummy into a purple rating with one strike, shocking the whole academy.

Magic Class 6’s Dekeller had also reached Magician Stage 3 and blasted the dummy to purple with a single fire-element blaze bomb, becoming the Magic School’s only student to achieve a purple score.

Hearing that, Ashura curled his lip, feeling that Clara could have turned the dummy purple as well.

He himself had burned the dummy black and smoking, so what was the big deal!

Angelo also revealed that more than 100 freshman powerhouses had signed up for the academy’s Freshman King tournament.

The second brother in the dorm had registered too, and they would all go cheer him on.

Angelo went on, “Magician Class 9’s Jeradi, one of the top 10 freshman beauties and a water-element magician, actually failed the test and will be expelled!”

“Rumor says she neglected training while chasing the warrior prodigy Menlo, and the water element’s weak attack contributed; more than 30 admirers supposedly knelt at the dean’s door to plead for her…”

Ashura had been enjoying the gossip when Angelo suddenly changed the subject and said, “The craziest rumor is about you, third brother…”

“They say you chopped the dummy’s head off in the magic arena with twin swords, then set off a huge explosion that injured your own classmates, and only passed because Instructor Ella begged for you; worst of all, you supposedly molested the beautiful instructor by kissing her!

More than 30 young male instructors are said to want a duel with you… are you really that awesome?”

Ashura was dumbfounded; who on earth was spreading such nonsense?

He had obviously faced adversity, fought back from the brink, and turned the tide with a heroic final move, so how had the story turned him into some idiot hooligan?

Besides, he hadn’t kissed Instructor Ella at all; he had only hugged her impulsively, yet he had still provoked more than 30 male instructors for no reason, which made him angrier the more he thought about it.

Yet the three in front of him gazed at him with worship, and Angelo gently said, “Third brother, the whole academy now calls you… Saint Gobban’s number one oddball!”

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