The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Spireon, originally a member of the Knights' Academy, is now appearing in the common room of the Noble Academy.

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Chapter 1157 Darkdemon, Feeling Exhausted and Unloved (4k)

　Dark didn't pay much attention to the movements of the other academies. After all, they were bound to come eventually, it was just a matter of time.

　In his mind, the War Totem Academy of the Orcs was a relatively late-established magic academy.

　The War Totem Academy was founded by nine heroes of the Orc race. These nine heroes distinguished themselves in the war against the Demon race. Later, five of them died in battle, one went missing, and six of the nine were gone, leaving only three.

　Of these last three, one became the principal of the War Totem Academy, while the other chose to live in seclusion.

　And that last person was none other than the King of the Orc Kingdom—Lionheart! With Lionheart's ascension to the throne, the status of War Totem Academy rose accordingly. Now it is a symbol of glory, an academy of heroes.

　In previous years, there were even cases of orc children who failed to get into the War Totem Academy being abandoned and exiled by their families.

　War Totem Academy portrays itself as an academy that inherits the spirit of heroes, and in reality, that is true.

　After the five heroes died in battle, the fragments of their souls stored in the academy awakened according to the contract and became the heroic souls that guarded the academy.

　If one is favored by any of the Hero Souls, they will be regarded as a future hero and receive special training.

　Among the orcs present, more than one student had been favored by the Hero's Soul.

　They are rising stars among the orcs, like the "hero" Vit.

　But like Witt, their identities as "future heroes" are not yet confirmed.

　For various reasons, it is not impossible for the soul of a hero to be transferred to someone else.

　Once this happens, the student who received special treatment will instantly fall into despair—on every level.

　The internal competition at War Totem Academy is fierce, even brutal. All students strive to be the best.

　If you don't perform well, you will be eliminated and expelled from school.

　Compared to that, the competition at St. Mary's Academy is like children playing house, utterly insignificant.

　But a strict teacher doesn't necessarily produce outstanding students.

　Dark had heard that before signs of the gods’ resurgence appeared, the duels at the War Totem Academy were still in the "axe king clash" environment.

　However, he did not conduct a detailed investigation, and the information he obtained may have been biased.

　Moreover, as the gods gradually revive, everything will change.

　Even if the War Totem Academy was indeed an environment of "axe kings hacking and slashing" in the past, it cannot be examined with the same perspective as the past.

　The students selected as preliminary participants in this year's college competition are not to be underestimated.

　Spike Leon's elder brother, Grace Leon, is the twenty-second prince of "Lionheart," yet he has a high priority in the line of succession to the throne.

　He alone is enough to support this team.

　Moreover, there are quite a few people like him in the team.

　The tall, muscular orc standing behind him, at least 2.5 meters tall, was a Behemoth orc of pure royal blood!

　In terms of pure theoretical magical skill, the students of War Totem Academy could not possibly compare to their peers at St. Marian Academy.

　However, in the context of the "new rules of dueling," orcs possess advantages that humans do not have.

　Especially the Behemoths, whose physical strength is so great that they have almost no flaws!

　Dark looked at the Behemoth almost instinctively.

　Firstly, his height was too obvious, and secondly, Dark could always see a bit of Professor Nini's shadow in him.

　Unlike the innocent and adorable Professor Nini, this Behemoth was extremely aggressive. Just by looking at him, one could feel a fierce and terrifying aura.

　In contrast, the presence of the orc prince Grace Leon became weaker.

　Needless to say, Spike Leon was timidly following at the very back.

　When Spike Leon withdrew from St. Marian Academy, he probably never imagined that he would return to St. Marian Academy so soon, and as an "enemy."

　He was assigned to the Knights Academy during the Sorting Ceremony, but he was indeed an orc noble with pure royal blood.

　Returning to St. Marian Academy as a "preliminary contestant," he was naturally assigned to the Noble Academy along with the orc royals in the team.

　The college competition assumes two contestants per grade, resulting in six contestants in each grade level.

　The other colleges, having traveled from afar, will surely bring substitutes.

　After discussion at the meeting, it was decided to adopt a "preparatory competition" system, in which each college could bring twice the number of participants as the competition quota, that is, twelve students in each group, for a total of twenty-four students.

　In every stage of the College Championship after its official commencement, each college can freely select participants from these "preliminary contestants." This system eliminates the existence of "substitutes," promotes deeper exchanges between colleges, and prevents colleges from revealing their true strengths directly—a system that is highly beneficial to colleges from outside the region.

　This time, the War Totem Academy sent a total of twenty-four orc contestants, one-third of whom were orc royalty.

　Therefore, a total of eight orc students suddenly entered the tower of the Noble Academy.

　In addition to two lion-men and one behemoth, there was also a tiger-man royal, an eagle-man royal, and an elephant-man royal.

　In the Orcs

　In the Middle Kingdom, Behemoth is the true king.

　However, among the lion-men, tiger-men, and other races with Behemoth blood, those below Behemoth are also considered royalty, superior to commoners.

　Orcs value strength above all else.

　But they are also proud of their lineage.

　Those who can become the "Beast King" must be royalty with some "Behemoth" blood.

　Furthermore, in the eyes of orcs, mixed-race individuals among orcs are not considered mixed-race—in fact, children born to orcs of different races, although their bloodlines are intertwined, will 99.999% of the time only exhibit the racial characteristics of one of their parents.

　Orcs with royal blood are proud.

　Unfortunately, the tower was inhabited by the most arrogant group of humankind—the nobility.

　Human nobles are also the group most hostile to other races.

　They looked down on even their own commoners, let alone other races. So when this group of orcs suddenly broke into the common room of the noble academy tower, the usually "approachable" students of the noble academy swarmed around them.

　Due to their birth environment and other factors, the arrogance of the nobility is deeply rooted in their blood, which makes reforms at the top level always difficult.

　Even though their upbringing instills in aristocratic children a rational perspective on issues, a large portion of them learn humility.

　But there's one thing that goes like this.

　"Humility is essentially arrogance."

　Ask yourself honestly, from what standpoint do you believe that treating ordinary people equally is an act of humility?

　Therefore, many students of the Noble Academy were furious at the sight of a group of hairy orcs invading their comfort zone.

　Vincent Conrad, now a fourth-grader, was once a staunch supporter of Angus Jeffrey, the former president of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History.

　After Angus Jeffrey stepped down, the group of students who were still in the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History became very low-key, and their existence was almost forgotten.

　But this time, Vincent Conrad stepped forward. His initial act of standing up was subconscious.

　But when his individual behavior turned into a group behavior, that long-lost feeling suddenly came over him, making him realize that this was an opportunity.

　"You filthy curly-haired beast!"

　Vincent Conrad stared coldly at Grace Leon. He hadn't insulted his opponent so thoroughly in a long time. "Where did this scrawny chick come from?"

　But Grace Leon was no pushover either. He used his height advantage to his advantage, his downward posture exuding contempt.

　When Dak came out of the stairwell, they stood facing each other with their arms crossed, a meter apart, both swearing with cold arrogance and contempt.

　But while they were spewing insults at each other, they remained completely still, maintaining a cold and indifferent demeanor on the surface, no matter how angry they were inside.

　It's like they were printed from the same mold.

　Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. Dak saw it all clearly in a single glance.

　Vincent Conrad and Grace Leon stood in front of each other, while the rest of the people stood behind pointing and whispering.

　Apart from Spikelon, all the orcs had cold expressions and rarely spoke.

　The students of the Noble Academy, having the home-field advantage, swore and cursed without restraint.

　However, despite their heated exchange of insults, they remained surprisingly calm and kept their volume within a certain limit.

　Even though the insults were getting increasingly offensive, there was an eerie feeling that both sides were strangely calm.

　"Fight, fight!"

　A student from the aristocratic academy, hiding at the very back, blushed slightly and muttered excitedly.

　Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder, making him jump. "First year," Dark said, patting his shoulder with a slightly speechless expression.

　It seems unlikely that this year's first-year students will achieve anything significant.

　After being startled, the first-year student quickly recovered, his eyes immediately lighting up as if stars were popping out of their sockets, and he excitedly screamed, "Senior Darkdemon, I've finally met you!"

　what the hell

　Dark's expression suddenly froze. He had only wanted to ask a student about the details. He never expected that he would find such a lively character so easily.

　It's been almost a month since school started, we've been going in and out of school together, and you're only seeing me today?

　But the first-year student's excited expression didn't seem fake.

　His sudden scream even interrupted the shouting match between Grace Leon and Vincent Conrad.

　Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to this side.

　It was like Dak confessing his love to someone, only to have his confession read aloud to the entire classroom – he was incredibly embarrassed.

　He glared at the unknown first-year student, his casual, gossipy expression instantly transforming into a standard business-like smile.

　Come to think of it, he's already a third-year student.

　Under everyone's gaze, Dark asked calmly, "What happened? Everyone's gathered at the door."

　Vincent Conrad immediately concealed the subconscious disgust that flashed in his eyes. Discretion is the better part of valor, even if it means being a hero for life. But he couldn't help but urge, "It's nothing, just a bunch of beasts who strayed into human territory."

　Although Dak really wanted to bury this guy, who should be a fourth-grader, and that first-grader together in the concrete and plant them like onions, he held back.

　The biggest difference between humans and beasts is that humans can endure! Therefore, beastmen are humans, not beasts.

　Dark selectively ignored Vincent Conrad's response and looked up at Spikelon, who was trying his best to shrink his body.

　He pushed through the naturally parted crowd and asked directly, "Spike, what's going on?"

　"Spike, you know him?" The Behemoth royal turned to look at Spikeron, his voice like that of someone inside a jar.

　But he didn't realize that Grace Leon had already fallen silent.

　On September 6th, when the Magic Alliance was founded, Grace Leon accompanied "Lionheart" to the banquets before and after the founding date, and he had memories of some key figures.

　When he saw Darkimon appear, he knew that things wouldn't escalate tonight.

　He originally intended to provoke a fight to test the mettle of the students from the Noble Academy—provided, of course, that the students from the Noble Academy made the first move.

　This made him very unhappy.

　Hearing his younger brother's voice again made him unable to help but show a deep look of disgust.

　"Teach, instruct..."

　Spireon's head was bowed so low his chin almost touched his chest. He was such an upright and brave boy, how did he become like this? Dark couldn't help but sigh.

　Although he is no longer a professor, his office, laboratory, and research funding are still there, so it can't be considered a complete resignation.

　Therefore, without waiting for Spikelon's reply, he looked up at Grace Leon and asked with a hint of displeasure, "You hate me?"

　This sentence is incoherent and lacks context.

　But as everyone's gaze suddenly shifted to Grace Leon's face, they all realized what was going on.

　The golden-haired lion prince's face still showed an expression of disgust that he hadn't had time to conceal.

　That disgust came from the bottom of my heart, and it was accompanied by deep contempt.

　This perfectly timed screenshot made Grace Leon feel a sudden, nauseating sensation, as if her throat was blocked.

　"Hey."

　Dark sighed lightly.