Chapter 191: The Farce from the bl**d Clan in the Dream World
After countless rounds of battle, I only came to a complete stop when my Magic Source was completely drained.
In this situation, it was inappropriate to continue, and I realized a very critical issue: even though I had over a hundred Magic Sources and was using a basic Spellbook that consumed minimal magic, there would still be a time when they ran out, and the speed at which that happens depended on how extravagant my tricks were.
Any flashy combat technique would require additional magic for setup, and the self-recovery of Magic Sources took a long time. I had tested that one source could restore itself fully in a day when I first started.
This meant that the more Magic Sources I had, the more magic I could recover in a fixed amount of time. Regardless of how many Magic Sources I had, it still took a whole day to return to optimal conditions, with each Magic Source’s recovery counted individually.
So with my current Magic Source maximum, the overall magic recovery in an hour would only roughly fill about thirty Magic Sources.
If I had potions or recovery spells, the speed would be even faster.
Therefore, after exhausting my magic, I exited the challenge room, as I couldn’t learn much more there.
Even though the technique I valued, multi-casting, might be challenging for others, that was because they didn’t understand the Spellbook. For someone like me who understood the Spellbook, I knew very well how to unleash different spells simultaneously with the most streamlined Mental Power.
During that previous time, I had solidified these techniques into a pattern, but to develop such instantaneous reflexes would require more time to cultivate.
I likely wouldn’t be able to achieve that in a short period.
Upon exiting, I noticed that this public area seemed to have attracted many people, but at a glance, none appeared to be students of the Witch Academy.
My sudden appearance caught the attention of several onlookers, but it was limited to that; no one approached to strike up a conversation.
Of course, they weren’t students from the Witch Academy; they probably just regarded me as an ordinary student of the academy.
Not all students attending the exchange would come to the Arena to watch the matches.
However, it suited me just fine that no one came to disturb me, especially since my gaze was drawn to the prompt that popped up at that moment, reminding me that my Magic Source had been excessively consumed and asking if I needed rapid recovery.
Naturally, I chose to yes, as without rapid recovery, I couldn’t perform various operations continuously, and I wanted to try out other operations within the Dream World as well.
“Hehe, look who it is, a student of the Witch Academy. Here so early for practice, are you worried about losing too miserably and coming to do a last-minute training?”
Suddenly, a provocative voice rang out, and even I was taken aback for a second. I scanned the surroundings and confirmed that I was seemingly the only student from the Witch Academy before I realized they were talking to me.
But where was this speaker?
“Hey! I’m talking to you! Where are you looking?”
I hadn’t paid much attention earlier, but now that they spoke again, I locked onto the source of the voice and finally saw, nestled between two unfamiliar young girls, a… loli?
“Little sister, are you already an adult? If you’re without your parents, I can help take you to daycare.” I looked at this arrogant little one and adopted a deliberately mocking tone.
However, for some reason, the combination of their heights made me want to laugh; the black and bl**d-red uniforms complemented by the school emblem on their chests made it clear which academy they belonged to.
bl**d Clan Academy.
I still remembered that noble bl**d Clan; after all, my initial impression of this academy was that it was a vampire academy.
“You! How dare you say that to me!”
It was evident that my words had delivered a critical hit to them; they were clearly not indifferent about their height, so why choose such a contrasting lackey?
“You two, teach her a lesson. I want to see if this guy’s bl**d is as unpleasant as her words.”
“Yes, miss.”
The two who seemed like her servants spoke respectfully before heading toward me.
I could sense they were also students, not summons, but there was something about the implied hierarchy that felt off. Even strong students like me and Tan Han from the Witch Academy didn’t have followers like this; was this behavior not lowering their status?
The current conflict also drew more attention, but most bystanders were simply there to watch the drama unfold.
This was a dream; there were no issues with d*ath, and it could be said that this public place was the most suitable for provocations.
Although even now I didn’t know why they targeted me, being a student of the Witch Academy was supposed to mean I held the host status, right?
What benefit was there in slapping my face first?
“Enough! This is the Primordial Dream World! It is a public space provided for all who come to exchange, not for you to provoke and fight here!”
Suddenly, a furious shout shattered the atmosphere, and all eyes turned to the speaker, even instinctively clearing a path for her.
“Tsk… Tan Han? I didn’t expect you to arrive so early. What, do you think I’m afraid of you just because you shouted?” The little loli immediately recognized Tan Han, folding her arms defiantly.
But this also indicated that this little loli had considerable knowledge and wariness regarding Tan Han.
And I couldn’t help but marvel that, as the main character of the plot, other academies seemed to know her this well.
Clearly, I wasn’t lacking in comparison!
Perhaps it was suggested by their academy’s teacher; after all, this exchange competition felt a bit strange and was likely targeted at Tan Han.
“Well, you can try to see if I can k*ll you before you strike.” Tan Han’s reply was already an outright threat; although dying here would quickly allow one to resurrect without cost, losing face was another matter!
The little loli clearly understood this, so she chose to back down, but she wouldn’t admit it verbally.
“Hehe… do you dare to make a move? Aren’t you afraid of drawing the wrath of everyone here? With so many people, aren’t you afraid?”
“They won’t help you for no reason; just end this boring farce. The Witch Academy lent you this dream world for the sake of academic exchange, not for you to create chaos here. And this is the Witch Academy—don’t bring your vampire atmosphere here.”
“Vampire… you dare to call us noble bl**d Clan vampires! I want you…”
“Want me what?”
Before she could finish, Tan Han crossed the distance in an instant, her hand pressing against the loli’s face, with the magic fluctuations from the Spellbook becoming the most threatening of means.
The loli’s eyes, peering through her fingers, finally displayed a look of terror.
But it seemed everything was too late; she could imagine she had intended to pick a soft persimmon to squeeze, announcing the arrival of the bl**d Clan Academy, only to directly encounter Tan Han.
“I want you dead!” These words seemed to be squeezed out of her mouth, the final word “dead” bursting forth as though to vent all her grievances and unwillingness.
bl**d-red energy enveloped her in an instant, an essence unique to the bl**d Clan.
But before this power could coalesce into a lethal attack, Tan Han sent her flying with a single strike.
With her poised Spellbook and swift casting, Tan Han could unleash spells in an extremely short timeframe.
After this one hit, the loli was completely dead, her body collapsing into nothingness.
Everyone was astonished by Tan Han’s decisive actions, but who wouldn’t be ruthless when faced with such a situation; the other party clearly seemed to be cornered.
The next moment, a figure reappeared at the resurrection platform in the center of this public area.
“Tan Han! You really dared to k*ll me! I want you to feel the sensation of d*ath too! I want your bl**d to fill my cup!”
“Are you done yet?” Tan Han furrowed her brows, not expecting the resurrection mechanism here to encourage the other party’s rogue behavior.
But facing the bl**d Clan loli, who had already unleashed her bl**d energy attack, Tan Han had no choice but to respond.
Meanwhile, the two followers in front of me hurried towards that direction.
“Miss!”
“Master!”
Two urgent calls, but before they could draw everyone’s attention, I silenced and confined them with a spell.
Although I wasn’t quite familiar with those Spellbooks, it didn’t mean I couldn’t use them. And what did they just call each other? One called “miss,” the other “master”?
I silenced and confined them, as I couldn’t cast these spells with extreme timing without magical alteration.
However, the commotion was attracting some attention, though it was clear that it wasn’t as captivating as Tan Han’s slaughter; people simply glanced at me out of mild surprise and then turned their heads away.
“Both of you stay put; what else can you do besides delivering yourself up?”
I couldn’t help but question the combat abilities of these two who were merely restrained by a basic confinement spell. Were they really here for academic exchange?
I approached them; they turned out to be a boy and a girl, and upon closer inspection, I realized they belonged to different academies.
The girl was from the bl**d Clan’s affiliated academy, while the boy was from the bl**d Slave Academy… oh, these three clowns are from different academies.
“Shh… quiet, your miss has caused a great deal of trouble.”
I smiled at them and then stood up, heading toward Tan Han.
As Tan Han said, this farce should come to an end; using the opportunity of resurrection to flaunt one’s power was nothing but a clown’s act.
But it seemed Tan Han hadn’t anticipated this situation, but it was clear the other party was no match for her and continued to face relentless punishment, stuck at the resurrection point being killed.
From Tan Han’s expression, it seemed she wanted to teach the loli a lesson so she wouldn’t dare continue, also ensuring she calmed down.
“A little lesson should suffice, right?”
I walked up beside Tan Han, feeling that she didn’t appear to be someone interested in slaughter; why hadn’t she stopped yet?
“Indeed.”
Tan Han sighed as she saw me, “But some things aren’t in my control to stop.”
As soon as Tan Han halted, that figure reappeared at the resurrection point.
“Why did you stop? Are you out of power?! It’s my turn to strike back! I want to be the first bl**d Clan to k*ll you! I…”
But before she could finish, she had her head blown off by a Fireball Spell.
“Does she not know that energy can recover quickly in the Dream World?” I turned to Tan Han and asked.
“Maybe… she doesn’t know. Let’s go, this person is simply a mad dog—bl**d Clan Academy; she’s probably gone berserk from the backlash of her own energy,” Tan Han said, pulling me along.
“She can have a backlash here?”
I expressed disdain; although I wasn’t quite sure what the principle behind energy backlash was, I figured the other party had gone crazy.
But allowing her to run rampant here wasn’t a solution; perhaps… I could try this?
“Xiao Han, let’s go; ignore her. We’ll let her fellow students from the bl**d Clan deal with this madman.”
“Wait, I want to try something novel.” I activated the Spellbook and started experimenting; what was initially just an idea could now be directly attempted.
During the experimentation, I killed that bl**d Clan loli several times until a sphere crackling with lightning appeared before me.
If I didn’t say it, no one might know this spell was “Lightning Strike,” right?
Lightning Strike releases a streak of lightning upon casting, but this ball that resembled a Fireball occasionally discharged arcs of electricity running across its surface.
The slightly blinding white light immediately became the focus here; this lightning ball even couldn’t distinguish friend from foe. If I didn’t have an Energy Shield in front of me, I might have been hit myself.
Even so, the layer of Energy Shield trembled under such arcs.
This was the result of overloading the Lightning Strike Spellbook, consuming over a hundred magic points. Fortunately, being in the Dream World meant it wouldn’t cause lasting damage; otherwise, using the Spellbook like this in reality could completely ruin it, and even the best outcome would require long-term maintenance.
This could be considered an extreme application, with consumption reaching over a hundred magic points, already at the level of high consumption Spellbooks, yet the damage didn’t match the level of high consumption Spellbooks.
One could say its effect was minimal, yet its symbolic significance exceeded practical value. This indicated that “force can overcome obstacles” also applies in certain circumstances to the magical modification of lower-level Spellbooks; as long as it’s refined based on this foundation, it could become a regular means.
The effect of this spell was to eliminate all conductive entities within its reach; hence, even without a defined target, its existence time was limited. From the arcs constantly appearing, it was clear that it was leaking electricity, but this time limit would last over several dozen hours—don’t underestimate the durability of over a hundred magic points!
Now this lightning ball was pushed toward the resurrection point; with this fully automated monster-slaying machine, wouldn’t that give the bl**d Clan a proper lesson?
Although using it for attack would greatly consume its preservation time, even so, an hour or half an hour should be possible, right?
That would be enough to teach them a lesson and cool them down.
“What is… this?”
Tan Han looked at the spell effect brimming with volatile energy; she wasn’t surprised by the spell’s power but rather the effect. Its potency was just right to deal a fatal blow to the bl**d Clan who couldn’t defend in time, but the effect was… so sustained?
It somewhat resembled the effects of a summoning spell, but wouldn’t summoning spells not behave this way without the caster’s control?
Clearly, this spell had diverged from the caster’s control but was still attacking indiscriminately.
“Oh, just a little trick I modified in Lightning Strike,” I said softly. “Let’s go; lingering here feels like being a watched monkey. Didn’t you say you wanted to duel with me again? I promised, so it shouldn’t be too late, right?”
“You promised?”
“Mm-hmm～”
As Tan Han and I vanished, this farce seemed to have come to an end.
But many understood that someone who could converse so intimately with Tan Han was certainly not a simple character.
Yet unexpectedly, that bl**d Clan student kicked a hard wall upon coming up, leading many to quietly note another terrifying presence from the Witch Academy.
Although they didn’t catch the last few lines of dialogue, it was clear that the lingering spell effects served as the most direct proof of strength.
There were still plenty of people around trying to approach, but the lightning ball’s arc of electricity nearly made those who got caught cry out in pain, so nobody dared to risk it.
Not a single one even attempted with a shield, as why would they seek suffering? Moreover, one misstep could land them in the same situation as that person at the resurrection point—there was no second resurrection point here.
At that moment, a trio among the crowd looked toward the resurrection point not far away, their brows furrowing, yet they did not take action.
“Truly useless, they’ve disgraced our bl**d Clan Academy. Just urging her to stir up some trouble for the Witch Academy, and they can’t handle even that?”
“My lord, shall we go save Miss Kaelin Gaskel?” asked a bl**d Servant on the side in a low voice.
“Let her suffer; I have a competitive relationship with her. Why should I save her? After she gets out of this farce, you can go send her my regards.”
“Yes, my lord.”
