The atmosphere inside the temporary camp set up by the students and professors during this crisis changed.
The atmosphere was charged with tension and panic. The aura of Shadow and Light Scorpion was overwhelming and terrifying, even though he was several kilometers away.
In the end, Shadow and Light Scorpion had reached the Boundless rank, a rank far superior to that of the Infinite Ruler.
This was something known only to a few people on the island.
And even though they were outside the camp at that time, it didn't mean they didn't feel the terrifying power of Shadow and Light Scorpion.
As one of the leaders of the Scorpion Organization, considered the most dangerous organization in the entire fictional world, if anything, it indicated that he possessed terrifying power.
After treating the students and professors injured in previous battles against the Scorpion Organization's followers and the waves of monsters emerging from the dungeons,
they all prepared for the upcoming battle, which was not equal in scale, as the number of fighters present was Inside the camp were approximately 260 people, unlike the Scorpion Organization's followers, whose numbers had grown to 816 fighters.
Despite this, none of their faces changed. They had all prepared to face this seemingly impossible challenge.
In the command center, a map displayed several dots: red, green, blue, yellow, and gray.
The red dots represented the Scorpion Organization's followers, divided into five classes scattered across Jeju Island.
The regular red dots represented the Scorpion Organization's followers, of whom 116 remained out of an original 435.
The burgundy red dots represented the organization's deputies, numbering 18, who had arrived as reinforcements.
The bloody red dots represented the commander of the squad that initially attacked Jeju Island, the Crimson Scorpion, Prismel, who was with the Scorpion Squad Commander, Shadow and Light.
The black red dots represented reinforcements, numbering 683 fighters, who were roaming the island while facing waves of monsters hidden by students and professors with the help of Seok.
The cold red dots represented the commander of Council No. 5. The Scorpion's shadow and light, which was leading a group of fighters towards them at that moment, made them somewhat nervous.
The dark red color was for the Scorpion organization's followers who died in battles and traps. These traps, which were hidden and enchanted with invisibility magic, were set by the professors and students as reinforcements to make them difficult to detect. They had a diameter of 5 kilometers.
These bodies disappeared because they were transported to the organization's headquarters to prevent information from being extracted from them, as there were healers capable of resurrecting the dead.
The yellow color was for the students who were still inside the camp preparing for the upcoming battle. They were divided into three groups:
Yellow was for the students who were still undergoing treatment for critical and life-threatening injuries.
Speckled yellow was for the students who had completed their treatment and were preparing to fight after performing some protective exercises or checking their weapons and equipment.
Radiant yellow was for the students who were at the peak of their readiness and had taken up their combat positions to appear In confrontation against the Scorpion Organization's soldiers
The blue section was for professors and was divided into four parts.
Blue was for professors helping students prepare for the final confrontation.
Sky blue was for professors who had completed their treatment and were preparing with students for battle.
Cold blue was for professors who conducted reconnaissance missions within a 3-kilometer radius.
Dark blue was for professors still undergoing treatment for critical and life-threatening injuries sustained while repelling waves of high-ranking monsters and fighting Scorpion Organization members.
The green section displayed the locations of traps they had set.
During the time Scorpion Organization members were acclimatizing to the island's environment.
The gray section was for dungeons and was divided into four parts.
Gray was for dungeons where all monsters were imprisoned within containment domes, isolated and concealed. Strengthened by the professors and students
Dark gray, specific to dungeons whose monsters were not confined within domes
Redish gray, specific to terrifying dungeons through containment, isolation, and concealment domes where the followers were trapped
The looks of each missionary were filled with happiness and relief after witnessing what was happening on Jeju Island and seeing their plans unfolding as they desired.
More than 276 followers of the Scorpion Organization had died, and more than 88 had suffered injuries ranging from superficial to fatal.
They were being poisoned due to the discharge domes lacking some kind of mana energy, attacks by monsters, and changing natural conditions.
This had turned Jeju Island into a graveyard for the Scorpion Organization's followers, making the war a victory for the Academy's followers, Verslekin.
Nevertheless, their gazes remained fixed on the point that indicated the location of the Scorpion, a shadow and light, heading towards them along with the Crimson Scorpion, Prismel, and several soldiers estimated at 200. Fighter
They were a formidable enemy, impossible to defeat using conventional methods.
The strongest among them was a Holy Ruler, while their enemy possessed men who surpassed even that rank.
A sigh, heavy with anxiety, escaped each of them as they gazed at the map of Jeju Island, secretly wishing that what they were seeing was a ridiculous lie.
But reality dictated this, and they were forced to accept it, whether they liked it or not. The enemy was before them, and the threats of Jeju Island loomed behind them.
They had no choice but to fight their enemy's army, a terrifying force seemingly invincible, face to face. Yet, deep down, they had no intention of engaging in direct combat.
Two kilometers outside the camp, Seok and Beatrice Suho stood calmly. Seok placed his hands on the ground, forming a dome, while Beatrice placed her hands on his back to strengthen him.
A look of astonishment crossed Seok's face. Beatrice's hands were incredibly small, and Na'im, at just 12 years old, was the youngest student at the Fersleken Academy.
"Are you ready to build that dome that will protect the camp for a while?"
Siouk snapped out of his reverie after hearing Beatrice Bard's words, speaking in a slightly nervous tone. "Yes, I'm ready. This will be my greatest achievement."
Beatrice's eyes narrowed slightly as she remembered bothM Suho was there before, but she didn't say anything before beginning to use her enhancement magic.
A sigh escaped Seok's lips as he unleashed his power on the ground, causing writing in Chinese to appear. Dome of Devouring, Dome of Energy Discharge, Dome of Illusion, Dome of Poison, Dome of Agitation, Dome of Toxins, Dome of Antidotes... and so on.
The domes began to appear on the ground, one on top of the other, as Seok's energy rapidly dwindled.
Several minutes passed before the cylindrical dome began to form into a hollow circle in the center.
The dome covered an area of 8 kilometers, with a 2-kilometer gap in the middle where the camp was located. This was to protect those inside and allow for reconnaissance missions.
Seok sighed with relief as he took a healing potion that Beatrice had given him, as he was too exhausted to create a healing dome himself.
"Great, we've finished creating a defensive line for the camp. Now go back and get some rest," Suho said, his voice filled with relief as Seok helped him walk.
A weary smile touched Seok's lips as he looked at Beatrice and Suho. "Yes, we're with you. We have to go back."
Seok placed his hand on Beatrice's head as she walked beside him. He gently stroked her hair.
Shock registered on Beatrice's face for a few seconds before she regained her composure.
She turned her gaze to Seok, who was smiling warmly, though a hint of weariness lingered in his eyes. She gently removed his hand from her hair.
"I don't like it when anyone touches my hair. It's annoying," she said, clearly annoyed.
They both looked at Beatrice without saying anything. After all, she was a child, only 12 years old, and she didn't like being treated like a stray cat whose fur was stroked by anyone who found her.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the operations center, where Ruichi, Tom, and Jian Yi were with the senior professors, Leo, Vanessa, Callista, and Julian, working on a 3D map of Jeju Island.
Their gazes were sharp as a sword, scrutinizing every subtle change in the map.
A silver color began to appear across a large area of the map, shaped more like a calf than a dome. Smiles of satisfaction spread across their faces.
Leo spoke in a calm tone, looking between them. "We won't forget your contributions during this time, and we'll make sure that you and your friend Suho will be among the students of the Masters Class that will be established. The world is coming."
Shock and disbelief were evident on both Seok and Suho's faces as they listened to Leo's words. Joining the Masters Class was something far removed from even their wildest dreams.
A class that brought together the best elite fighters, the legendary elite, and ordinary students—all in the same place—was something unbelievable, something they hadn't even dreamed of.
The Masters Class would receive many privileges; it was terrifying.
If the ordinary students in the class received... The training resources for the Skill Potions are made from rare, flawless materials, level 5 to 6.
The Elite class receives training resources for the Skill Potions made from rare, flawless materials, level 7 to 8.
The Legendary class receives training resources for potions and Skill Pills ranging from level 9 to Legendary from the academy, as they are currently the face of the Vrselkin Academy.
So, what will the privileges be for the Masters class, given that the Vrselkin Academy hasn't specified the privileges its students receive? They've deduced this from the privileges of lower-ranking classes.
However, after seeing the written exam results, all the students and professors at the Vrselkin Academy realized that the Elite class students will likely be in the same class as the children of Grand Dukes.
Suho and Seok remained silent, unable to speak, as a partnership between the Vrselkin Academy students was expected in the coming year. And the Heavenly Immortals Academy
They would go there, and their chances of going as students from the Masters class were 100%. It was only natural that they would be shocked, for what had happened to them was something they hadn't even dared to dream of.
Meanwhile, in Lucy's dimensional space, an egg emitted faint waves of energy, glowing with a light gold and crimson hue.
These were signs that it was about to hatch, and this brought a sense of relief to Lucy after she checked its development.
The early emergence of the Armin from the egg would prove beneficial in the upcoming war.
........…........…
In the garden of the south wing of the Ferslekin Palace, Ji Yao Li and a 15-year-old boy were strolling, enjoying the beauty of the garden.
Ji Yao Li had his arms behind his back as he walked, glancing at the boy, whose gaze was a mixture of admiration and curiosity.
"Master Ji Yao Li, your garden is beautiful, absolutely stunning," the boy said with genuine admiration, his eyes wide.
Ji Yao Li chuckled softly as he watched the boy, who was playfully jumping around.
Zhihuaming Hua then took hold of the boy's back and lifted him up with her hand. One of them had a clear expression of annoyance on his face.
The young man flailed his arms and legs clumsily, trying to escape the hand that held him firmly.
After several minutes, the young man stopped his futile attempts; Zihuaming Hua's grip was too strong for any escape.
A sigh of annoyance escaped her lips as she glanced at Ji Yao Li and then at the young man.
Zihuaming Hua was extremely annoyed. She had been searching for him for three hours, only to find him playing and wandering around in a park.
Instead of training with his comrades, his laziness was unacceptable to Zihuaming Hua.
"I have to leave. I have a long talk with you."
Zihuaming Hua left, holding onto the young man, who was pleading with Ji Yao Li for help. Ji Yao Li pretended not to see or hear his pleas.
At the training ground, fifteen people were meditating while a gray energy... Their bodies bore the marks of their deep concentration.
They were the generation destined to unite the ruler's path, and preparing them for this was a necessity, no matter the cost. Making them the strongest and wisest was the only viable option.
Zihuaming Hua placed the young man in his designated position to carry out his duties, just like his companions.
The young man's gaze held a hint of resentment at Zihuaming Hua's previous treatment of him when he was with Ji Yao Li.
But she ignored him, tapping his forehead, causing him to groan in understanding as he wiped his brow.Swollen
"Practice. You'll be commanding two hours more than the rest of me. Is that clear?" Zihuaming Hua spoke in a stern tone as she looked at him.
He shook his head helplessly. Zihuaming Hua was a harsh teacher, ready to beat him severely if necessary.
The young man sat in a lotus position, gathering his scattered thoughts. An energy unrelated to Qi or any spiritual force system began to gather within him.
A gray energy gradually formed around him as he listened to Zihuaming Hua's disjointed words.
"Listen... Stronger... Short life... I'm doing this for your own good... I'm truly sorry."
The young man couldn't understand Zihuaming Hua's disjointed words and sank into a deep state of contemplation.
In the black world, everything was chaotic. The laws and concepts of existence and non-existence were in utter disarray.
The young man didn't understand what was happening around him. Everything was strange and difficult to comprehend; even the concept of comprehension was chaotic.
He turned his gaze toward a figure with dark purple hair and eyes of the same color, dressed in charcoal-black clothing, seated on a throne made of a special kind of chaos.
That figure's gaze was enough to instill terror in the heart of the person who was sweating profusely. His physical form was in a state of chaos, mirroring the chaos in the world around him.
He coldly listened to that figure, surprised by the presence of someone in his world.
A cold smile appeared on the face of Narrative Chaos, one of the Narratives of World 12 and one of its concepts, as he looked at the young man.
"Armin Sigmart, what are you doing here? How did you get here? ...Never mind, I was just joking. Of course I know you got here," Narrative Chaos said coldly, while the pressure of the increasingly chaotic world intensified.
The young man continued to look at Narrative Chaos without saying anything, but he couldn't stop wondering who Armin was. Sigmurt, I am called <> and not that person.
Yet he didn't dare say anything. After all, denying a terrifying entity would have been incredibly stupid and foolish.
"Hahahaha, don't worry about that name. It's better than using <> or just calling yourself a young man without mentioning your name, just to create some ridiculous mystery for the story," Narrative Chaos said with a hint of sarcasm, placing his hand on his chin.
He looked towards a bewildered young man whose body was constantly shifting.
Narrative Chaos stared blankly for a few seconds before turning his attention back to the young man. He spoke calmly from his perspective, but condescendingly from the young man's. "Do you know who I am and where you are?"
The young man remained silent for an indefinite period. Spacetime was in chaos, making it impossible to determine when.
He spoke with some fear and awe, avoiding eye contact. "No, I don't know who you are, sir, and I don't know where I am."
After The young man uttered these words: 6. Everything within him vanished, even the chaos itself disappeared, replaced by something that was neither emptiness nor nothingness.
Terror gripped the young man's heart as he gazed towards the chaos of my narrative.
An overwhelming aura emanated from him, making everything he had seen or would see in his life seem like child's play compared to what was currently unfolding before him.
A smug smile appeared on his lips as he observed the pitiful state of the young man, speaking in the same familiar tone that, from the young man's perspective, was arrogant and tyrannical.
"I am called the Chaos of My Narrative, the Sunday Master. This is a story called 'I am inside my novel,' and all other stories are infinite.
And ummm, my name is what I call Jesus. This is my real name."
"As for my location, you are in the Palace of Everything, on the ninth floor, which is my world and dimension. Your coming here indicates one thing: that you are my heir."
The young man was both surprised and terrified at the same time, and he was terrified when he was told all this because he was in front of... The most powerful entities in this infinite existence