Chapter 245: Level Up Begins
Outside the house, Seraph walked into a shop.
It was a bit dark inside, but there was enough light to see.
A large number of magical items were lined up in rows.
Seraph walked straight to the counter to exchange them.
Seraph stood there, looking ahead. There was a metal cage.
A voice from inside sounded like an old man.
"What do you want with this place?"
Seraph looked up, as he was very short.
Seraph couldn't see inside.
"To exchange magical items, sir."
The voice from inside stretched out his neck, reaching outside the counter and seeing the face of a young child.
The man pulled back. "What do you want?"
Seraph picked up something and placed it on the counter. Thud!
"This. I want to trade this."
The old man looked at the item in front of him. It looked like a ring, pitch-black.
The old man examined it briefly. "What abilities does this have?"
The old man looked at it in confusion, wondering what it was exactly.
Seraph explained, having used it once before.
"This is a weapon-shaped ring. It's a ring that transforms into a weapon."
The old man was very interested. "Hmm, hmm, interesting. How much do you want? I'll give you no more than five gold coins."
Seraph thought. "Do you have something called a crystal for promotion to a martial artist?"
The old man thought and walked inside, placing the rusty ring on the table.
"Let me take a look."
The old man wandered around looking for a magical item for a while and happened to come across it. The old man picked up the red crystal and held it in his hand.
"Here it is! I found it. I just found it yesterday, but it's good. This is worth just as much."
The old man walked out with a red crystal in his hand, round like a ball.
The old man placed the circular crystal on the table. BAM!
"This is the crystal for promotion to a first-rank martial artist."
The old man placed it down, and Seraph took out the circular crystal and looked at it.
Seraph stared at the crystal in front of him, puzzled.
As he looked at the crystal,
Seraph saw a flash of light, something like green and blue.
But it only lasted for a moment, then it disappeared.
"Will this really promote you to a first-rank martial artist?"
The old man yawned lazily. "It depends on your ability."
Seraph took it and thanked him. Seraph walked out of the shop.
He gave the old man a look. "Now that I think about it, that thing has a very strange shape." I wonder if I ever traded for that item...
He must have forgotten it at home, because there was so much of it.
Time passed, and Seraph returned home. It wasn't long before.
Seraph was now sitting on his bed, with a red crystal ball on it.
Seraph reached out and touched the crystal ball. Thud!
A red light inside the crystal ball began to flow through Seraph's body.
Little by little, the red light slowly crept in.
Energy began to enter Seraph's body.
Seraph closed his eyes and felt the energy flowing through his body.
His body began to tremble slightly, and his hair began to float slightly. The room remained still.
Seraph felt something enter his body.
A great deal of it, so much so that the crystal ball contained an immense amount of energy.
Seraph stood there in the pitch-black darkness, his eyes looking up.
There was a red light floating in mid-air.
It was so huge that it was impossible to see whether
the end of the line was here.
Something in the sky, in Seraph's mind,
A circle swirled into Seraph's body. Fuu!
A large red light in the sky shot towards Seraph with intense red energy.
The red light entered Seraph's body, standing motionless. A shriek of terror resounded.
Ahhh... A voice of despair resounded. Sob...
Many voices cursed, "Go die... Go die... What is this... Someone help... Where is my mother?"
Why us? I won't lose for sure. This guy is the strongest.
Long time no see. Who's this old man? A monster like you.
This world is over. Who can take this guy now?
Excellent. I'll kill you all.
If the Dragon Lord were here, things wouldn't be like this. He wasn't even hurt when we attacked him.
A voice from the crystal ball, like a memory of the crystal ball.
The red light lasted for a long time. Time began to pass.
Somewhere in Seirei Tenshin Academy,
In the student council meeting room, Deni, who served as vice president,
was standing at the white board, waiting to write.
And the student council members were all sitting in rows, waiting for the meeting.
Sora, the student council president, was staring out the window at the sun that was about to set as darkness fell.
Seria sat next to Sora, eating dessert while waiting, her face bright.
And Zenon, who was sitting next to him, ate the snacks, following Seria.
The two ate as the student council members stood and watched.
"Delicious! What flavor is this?"
Seria looked at the white snack on her plate, looking for Zenon's opinion.
Zenon, who had eaten the same food, looked at Seria and thought for a moment. "It must have had beans in it for the filling."
The student council members' gazes
all looked at Seria with anger and irritation at being the only one eating.
Seria ate his food, his gaze locked on the attention. "By the way, Chairman, when will we start? I'm almost done eating."
Sora turned to Seria. "You want to start a meeting? Go up and lead. We've been waiting for you to tell us."
Seria immediately spoke up. "Oh, I get it. I thought you'd wait for the chairman to give his impressions before you could start."
Seria put down the snacks and stood up, walking towards the board.
The eyes of the student council members, who were in higher classes, were all fixed on Seria.
Seria arrived. And looking for something. "Where, where, where... I found it."
Seria walked over to something that looked like a stick.
She stood near the board.
"Then the first topic of the meeting is stricter school rules."
Seria slammed the stick against the board.
Dani hurriedly wrote down the topic.
"The topic is: Our school rules are very strict. We want them to be loosened."
Seria spoke up, no one objecting.
"Then, I don't understand. Let's put it this way.
This rule: Fighting is prohibited in school. We should remove this.
Fighting is inevitable. So, since both sides agree, we should let them fight among themselves. This is what I want to change."
A woman with short blue hair raised her hand. "But will that be dangerous for the students?"
Seria pointed at the woman. "That's a very good question. Then the answer is: They were dangerous to begin with.
Since you've chosen this path, if you're weak, you're not suitable for this school.
The woman raised her hand. "But won't that put more pressure on a lot of students?"
Seria thought, pointing at the student council president. "Sir, please answer."
Sora thought. "That's a good thing. Our school is very weak, except for us, the student council.
The other students are very weak. We're trained to be cultivators, so this school doesn't need lazy, uninspired students."
Seria nodded. "That's a very touching answer, Sir."
Seria added, amused. "Now, this rule must be announced. All students can compete against each other, but they must compete against each other, with the student council proctors or teachers."
Seria pointed at the board. "Then, this rule is allowed. Next, those who excel in other areas, we'll be separated into those who use their abilities. Not related to fighting.
One person raised his hand. "You're a cultivator, but you don't use your fighting skills?"
"Yes, we'll increase the pressure by allowing those who aren't good at general boxing to become useful supporters. We'll divide the ranks into five star levels."
Sora was puzzled. "Why the levels?"
"It's simple. The five star levels indicate your level of ability.
Let's begin. Creating a competitive school.
Not a boring school like studying."