The design is very demure, very mindful, and very simple. This is the Empire Hero's Academy. The only phenomenal design it brought, is the fact that all wall are gold like someone forgot they were in a futuristic society, and decided to go for a luxurious medieval style castle academy.
Well, at least, it smells good. Hopefully the bathroom too.
"Go ahead. We'll meet again, besto friendo." The bald man said as he avoided eye contact, with tears dripping down to his neck.
What had happened after our argument is something you will never know until Reverend Insanity gets unbanned.
"Bye, Jonathan Joe —"
"Don't. You're going to get copyrighted. It's not worth it."
"Okay." I agreed and I went inside the crimson gate, which I must say, is heavily mismated with the golden wall. It felt like the architect wanted to built the wall of heaven and the gate of hell at the same time.
As far as I was aware, we have to take an elimination exam. Why? Why! Bloody hell, we take an entrance exam and another entrance exam came up? (Well, it's not like I was present at the last exam, hee hee.)
"The last one was for knowledge. This next exam determines who are going to be the battlers or researcher."
A random handsome passerby with a white hair, nice body, rich clothes, dazzling blue eyes, an arrogant smirk, a long-ass three meters giant spear longer than Fred's bodycount measured in millimeters. . . What . . . and people… surrounding him like fangirls and fanboys, said to a beautiful girl, who didn't even asked.
I did, and I got ignored. I should have known, he's probably the arrogant side character the Hero will beat, and the beautiful girl the heroine or whatever maybe har — wait this isn't harem right? Right?
It is exactly what you are thinking right now.
我不会说中文,我必须在谷歌上翻译这个,所以请原谅我,如果这不准确.
"Wooo! This is fun!" A burly boy with blonde hair shouted with enthusiasm as he run around roaming the entire lobby of the school like an idiot in a mechanical pen.
"Instructor Zerra!" The entire crowd of young people in the lobby finally calmed down as one guy shouted at the top of his lungs to remind all of us we're stil in school.
Thus came, Black Widow in her finest hour, and I am not even kidding. With black bodysuit, a stern look, a serious expression, and a vastly exaggeratedly beautiful face it made my heart skip a beat.
Furthermore, the only thing differentiating her from Romanoff, is her long obsidian hair, literally glowing purple eyes, and uhm, this is so awkward to say even after all my cussing and swearing. Two big bazookas. Seriously, webnovel authors has no sense of size.
Whoever wrote this shit. Fuck you. You think I'm going to thank you? You're depicting unrealistic expectations like your expectations of beating Lord of the Mysteries but you just ended up creating another mass-produced version of anything good!
"Our Second Examination. You're going to duel anyone you wanted to. I don't care if you want to fight the top ranker, or the bottom rank. Just keep it mind, if you win, you'll get that person's spot, if you lost, that person get to keep his spot, and you also. One person can only have one duel."
Zerra raised her hand and bam! Everyone was teleported. Portal Magic? Three words, overpowered!
Everyone found themselves in a vast desert space. Thousands of drones fly high in the air, with their cameras pointed at us in differing angles.
"The drones has a laser system. Whoever it points to, will have the privilege to pick the one he or she will duel."
Zerra's voice boomed throughout the desert. Whether it is magic or science, her loud voice irritates my ear drum.
Anyway, I can't clearly tell if this examination is even effective or not. Something tells me it is ineffective, while some part of me disagrees.
ZAP!
The lights began to point.
"Woo! I can challenge anyone I want!" The same burly blonde boy with the IQ of a empty mechanical pen yelled loudly like someone confident of losing. "Who's the topper?"
"Gerald! Shut up!" An irritated voice shouted back. "Master Fiellara is already annoyed!"
"Hey, want to fight?" I looked behind and saw a overly buff boy with a smirk and tanktop clothes, while two large sword were strapped to his back.
"Huh, who are you?" I asked. The boy smirked.
"The last ranker…"
"Oh… not interested, I want someone stronger."
Apparently this pissed the boy off.
"Gah! You're only a rank higher because you have higher scores! I thought I could breeze through the exams, so I focused on my magic instead! Hence, why am I stronger than you!"
This doesn't make any sense. If you're strong why are you challenging me? How are you also this arrogant? And a rank higher? Learn Math first noob!
"Why me?"
"I . . Don't know.. your existence just
irritates me."
Great. I fucking knew it. My author is a bonehead who only knows how to pop a boner too. Am I seriously getting the Xianxi Main Character Treatment too? (FYI, as a contracted prolific author, I often used webnovels as a way to write proficiently as it let me knows what not to write. Not a Reverend Insanity fan here. I haven't even finished it yet.)
"Fine!" I finally agreed.
"Wait! Isn't he the sword prodigy of Xelabuř, Nanave Nave!?"
"Oooh, that guy he challenged must be unlucky."
"Rumors say Nanave is an idiot, but when it comes to duels, my grandfather said he is on par with the people in hundred and two digits!"
"Damn! I kind of feel sorry for that guy."
"Yeah, I'm dialing the hospital . . Or maybe the Funeral Services."
"Want to bet who'll win? I bet Nanave Nave."
"Hey! Cheating! It's obvious who'll win."
After all that words, I'm more concerned if gambling is allowed in school.