Annie's Otherworldly Adventure

It's not surprising that students from the weapon crafting department would be carrying weapon crafting items when participating in the competition.

Joyce gave a mysterious chuckle, lifted his robe, and instantly, a dazzling light burst forth, blinding everyone.

Joyce, a Saint Seiya? A robot?

This was the only thought that popped into Annie's head.

Even the bright, white sun in the sky couldn't compare to Joyce; she truly dazzled people's eyes.

Good heavens, what is this? Armor?

Joyce was dressed in a light suit of armor that gleamed with a dazzling golden light. The wrist guards on his arms and the leg guards on his legs were shiny. In his left hand, he was holding a helmet.

Joyce smiled smugly, slowly put on the helmet, and then elegantly tossed the robe draped over his body into the air before tossing it aside.

And on his feet were also a pair of metal combat boots!

The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances. Was Joyce preparing to engage in combat? But as armor, it was too thin; it probably couldn't even withstand a swordsman's strike.

Annie felt as if three black lines were appearing on her forehead.

The supervising judges didn't say anything and calmly announced the start of the competition.

If you're not blinded by the dazzling gold, silver, and white light, you can clearly see that Joyce's armor is finely engraved with magical patterns. These patterns faintly emanate magical fluctuations, clearly indicating that they are small magic arrays.

Well, of course, if you look more closely, you'll also find that, in addition to the magic runes, Joyce also engraved some ordinary patterns on it that don't affect the magic runes' effectiveness...

The battle officially begins.

The swordsman swung his battle axe at Joyce. As a level three swordsman, he had no battle aura and relied more on his own muscles and skills. This novice swordsman seemed to want to finish the fight quickly.

Joyce calmly activated her full-body defense and the acceleration magic circle on her boots. Just before the battle axe was about to smash his head, she turned and appeared behind the swordsman, extending her right hand to activate the magic arrow on her wrist guard.

The pruning shears shot towards the swordsman with a "whoosh".

It should be explained that the supervising teachers would intervene and stop the students as needed, depending on the situation, so the students were basically free to express themselves.

The battle continued. The swordsman was very alert and, sensing the danger, quickly dodged, turned around, and glared angrily at Joyce, who was smiling smugly at him.

The swordsman realized that Joyce probably possessed some extraordinary alchemical equipment. Concentrating his mind, the swordsman launched a new round of attacks.

Joyce dodged left and right, and even when he was occasionally grazed by the swordsman's battle axe, his excellent defensive system protected him. Of course, this was also related to the fact that the opponent was only a level three swordsman.

Joyce's equipment was extremely energy-intensive; he had to constantly take out magic cores and magic crystals from his spatial ring to barely maintain his alchemical armor.

The people watching from the sidelines were dumbfounded, gritted their teeth, and filled with envy. What a waste of a guy!

Joyce used the acceleration array under his feet to dart around the arena for a while, teasing the swordsman to the point of going berserk, but Joyce didn't care at all.

Gods above, Anne swears, Joyce was definitely showing off.

Having been smug enough, Joyce raised her hands and unleashed a barrage of magic arrows at the swordsman.

The swordsman swung his battle axe to defend himself.

Gods above, although Joyce's magic arrows weren't very accurate, this was a ring match, and the magic arrows were fired in rapid succession. If the swordsman wasn't careful, a magic arrow almost pierced his chest.

The supervising teacher quickly intercepted the pruning branches and easily blocked all of Joyce's attacks. With a whirlwind spell, the pruning branches were swept away in another direction, declaring Joyce the winner.

The students from the weapon-refining class who were watching made a loud noise and cheered.

"Gods help us! We won! Joyce won!"

"Oh, long live Joyce!"

"Joyce, Joyce!"

The victorious Joyce casually removed his helmet, tossed his head, gracefully twirled his right hand in front of his chest, bowed, and gave a noble salute to the audience, his face beaming with pride.

The defeated swordsman glared at him, clearly unconvinced.

Hmph, he only won by using a large number of magic cores and magic crystals!

Despite their dissatisfaction, the fact remains that Joyce won the game by spending money.

Gods above, in the history of the Royal Magic Academy of Kane, Annie was not the first to have such an absurd idea as creating alchemical armor. It's just that they didn't encounter a genius spendthrift like Joyce, and they wouldn't easily come up with such an idea.

It's important to know that Joyce's battles cost at least several thousand gold coins per match, and that's assuming the battles are short and the opponents are low-level, not even considering the price of his own equipment.

The invention of alchemical tools generally has to be based on practicality. If something lacks practical value, then it is a failed work.

Joyce's equipment is something that no one but a spendthrift like him would ever make or use, because he is utterly useless. If he were to face a true master, he would probably spend astronomical sums of money without success. Moreover, large and complex magic arrays would lose their effectiveness under violent vibrations. Therefore, alchemical armor can only remain a beautiful dream, forever unattainable.

Anne carefully observed Joyce's entire combat process. She had to admit that Joyce was very intelligent and understood most of what she said. However, the magic circle's effect was not as good as she had imagined and should be improved.

However, after observing for a while, she had to admit that this was a very wasteful thing to do. If such a consumption were made into large-scale equipment for war defense and paid for by a city, perhaps the cost and the benefit would be proportional.

In the following matches, Joyce's luck was incredibly good; he didn't encounter many strong opponents, and he blazed his way into the semifinals with great success. It was truly a tearful moment...

The weapon crafting department cheered. Department head Walker, while hating the students for wasting alchemy materials and magic cores, couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

The golden armor gleamed as it propelled Joyce into the semifinals!

On the second day of the semi-finals, Joyce finally suffered a crushing defeat, encountering a mid-level second-stage wind and fire magic student. For someone with wind magic talent, Wind Speed ​​Acceleration was like their own two feet, while Joyce was only relying on a pair of shoes, and thus lost!

If you can't outrun someone, then your arrows are useless. The magic students' rockets were frequently fired, but they were all blocked by Joyce's defense system. However, while Joyce's defense system could resist magical damage, it couldn't reduce the heat of the fireballs. Joyce, wearing armor, almost became a hot plate. In the end, he was so anxious that he shouted that he was going to surrender.

Joyce's myth came to an end, and the weapon crafting class fell silent, but the competition was still in full swing.

On the day of the finals, Annie and Lynn watched the match together. Lynn, who had extremely high talent in light magic, had a peaceful nature in her bones that made her unwilling to fight, so she did not participate in the match.

“Annie, look, that’s a lightning magic student, a very rare combination magic student.”

"That's a swordsman from the martial arts club."

"This is a genius student in the Fire Magic department, and a student in the Composite Magic department."

Lynn introduced many people, but Anne remembered only one named Tyren.

Because he had an exceptionally beautiful face, with fair and translucent skin and deep-set features, he was said to be a descendant of a half-elf.

Of course, what really made Anne remember him was that he, who looked so frail, was actually the first place winner of the competition and the final recipient of the Purple Rose Medal!

In the finals, more than half of the participants were students from the Ministry of Magic, with composite magic students and fire magic students having the most. After all, it was an attack battle in the arena. In the end, there were 7 top Rose Warriors from the Ministry of Magic and 3 from the Martial Arts Department; and 6 top freshmen from the Ministry of Magic and 3 from the Martial Arts Department. Joyce narrowly missed the bottom of the list!

The weapon crafting department is now in an uproar...

Anne wasn't too concerned about the result; she valued the process more. She watched the match carefully and, based on Lynn's explanation, discovered that the students at the school were generally around the intermediate level. She felt that she wouldn't lose to some of them because her fighting style was more flexible, but this was ultimately just her own judgment.

"Superior magic and martial arts skills are no match for the experience gained from a hundred trials."

She silently made a plan for herself: during the three-month long vacation after spring's heat, she would go out for trials! However, before that, she needed to diligently study her weapon-refining knowledge…

Time: One week after the competition ends

Location: Entrance to the weapon crafting class

Characters: A flamboyant Joyce and a group of beautiful girls

Event: Please read on

"Young Master Joyce, you are truly amazing!"

"Yes, Master Joyce, how did you come up with the idea of ​​carving so many magic circles!"

Joyce accepted the flattery of the young beauties with a smug look on her face, and Annie saw this grand scene from afar.

"Good morning, Anne." Anne had intended to avoid Joyce, but Joyce spotted him and Jane.

"Good morning, Joyce," Anne had no choice but to greet him, enduring the scrutiny of the young beauties' light.

"Joyce, is this your classmate?" the girls asked, pulling Joyce back.

Annie glanced at the school uniforms of the girls from the alchemy department and the magic department. Some of the girls from the magic department looked familiar to Annie, and a few of them seemed to be close to Lily.

Judging from the young beauties' clothing and behavior, they should have been born into relatively poor aristocratic families. Therefore, they all showed the greatest enthusiasm for fishing for Joyce, this glittering turtle. It remains to be seen who will win her heart.