Chapter 1001: Conflict and Death
“What happened?”
A team member responsible for the Lawson Wilderness frowned and stepped forward.
She honestly did not expect the other side to dare to come looking for trouble; did they really think that the Witch Academy was weak?
“The guys from Dayrock Academy are causing trouble again!” One of the nearby onlookers responded with a frown upon seeing several distinctly elven figures approaching.
Upon hearing this, others immediately retorted, “You Witch Academy bullied someone from our academy first! You were in the wrong!”
“Weakness is the original sin! Where do you get the guts to bully us?” Faced with repeated provocations, the people from the Witch Academy had no intention of wasting words with them; an inexplicable anger surged in their hearts.
They directly moved in and threw a punch.
They had received a mission directive from the association.
With time pressing and tasks heavy, anyone obstructing them had to be cleared out as quickly as possible; how could they offer any goodwill to those who delayed them?
Moreover, this wasn’t the first time the other side had come to insult them.
The association had instructed them not to waste time talking, nor give them the chance, just to walk away; ideally, it would be a one-time solution.
These people came to create trouble for them, and just seeing their faces was infuriating.
With one punch, one elf was directly taken down, causing the members from Dayrock Academy to be momentarily stunned.
They hadn’t expected the other side to act so decisively.
“This was initiated by you!” The leading escort team member from Dayrock pointed at the attacker with a grim expression.
“Get them! Do they really think everyone from the Witch Academy can be easily pushed around?”
“Each one of them is like a stubborn old woman who won’t kneel! Beat them up!”
“++! I’ve never hit a woman, but this time I will!”
With the leader’s charge, the line of half-elves from Dayrock unleashed their hostility without restraint, showing none of the elegance expected from elves.
After all, Dayrock Elf Academy was primarily made up of students from small academies without much presence.
They didn’t qualify to enter larger extraordinary academies but met the threshold for smaller extraordinary academies, naturally desiring to make a name for themselves.
Thus, it wasn’t unusual for them to harbor aggression in their pursuit of extraordinary power.
In just a moment, the two groups were in a tangle.
As for what the Dayrock elves had yelled earlier… I recorded every word without missing a beat.
Until, amidst the chaos of the crowd, a fireball wand exploded in the center, and the intense heat wave and explosive aftermath instantly injured many.
The fighters immediately fell silent.
“Well! You from the Witch Academy are actually using extraordinary methods! Do you really think we are easy to bully!?”
One fireball spell did not stop the conflict; it seemed to pour oil on the flames! What began as a confrontation with common tactics was instantly escalated to a competition of extraordinary methods!
At that moment, the Dayrock elves became unrestricted, unleashing all their extraordinary means.
The one leading was a member of the academy’s unique guard team, comparable in status to a teaching assistant from the Witch Academy. Even though the tiers between the academies couldn’t be compared, a teaching assistant from a small extraordinary academy certainly held an absolute advantage in combat strength.
Watching the combat situation gradually escalate, the life clones remaining in the Lawson Wilderness merely observed silently, showing no intention to intervene.
I fiddled with the captured video footage in front of me, cropping several short and intense scenes, particularly the images and sounds from earlier when the Dayrock elves came to insult all witches.
I made sure to save all of it.
In the end, I sent all these short videos to a girl in Cleveland.
Though referred to as a girl, she was slightly older than me.
Cleveland was one of the most capable people under Millien.
With the rise of the Baking House and the growing rumors around me, more and more people chose to join or align with me.
Theoretically speaking, Millien should still address Cleveland as “senior,” even if Cleveland was only one year her senior.
Millien was currently busy expanding the realm, and for some of the clone art tasks on my side, she sent Cleveland here for direct coordination with me.
You could say that Millien’s decisiveness was quite strong; if Cleveland displayed abilities that were not inferior to Millien’s, her position of dominance in front of me would undoubtedly be shaken.
However, if she didn’t let go, she alone wouldn’t be able to handle all these tasks.
Currently, Cleveland was in charge of the Baking House’s matters in the core realm.
The reason I transmitted the footage of this conflict back was obviously to create a consensus within the academy.
To let everyone clearly understand that these clowns needed a firm response to stop their antics!
After all, if everyone had no common enemy and no reason to hate others, how could I declare war? The only ones suffering from this were those beaten students. After all, the Witch Academy had always had an attitude that didn’t leave them with many plans for such occurrences. Most of those who came here were skilled in operating professional equipment and were even part-time workers hired by associations. Fighting was very much an amateur endeavor for them. So faced with this situation, they genuinely had not considered it. In the past years, it had typically been them bullying other academies; how dared the smaller extraordinary academies come to provoke them? I watched the scene where the escort elves, under their leader’s command, overwhelmed and severely injured many. In the end, I still held back from intervening. Would it worsen the situation if someone died? I wondered. After all, death changes the nature of things. As for the hundreds of people who had previously died in the Lawson Wilderness, they were not in the right, and they had been outnumbered in a counterattack. What’s the nature of that?
Your proposal’s quality affects the quality of exchange.
This is not self-inflicted boredom, is it?
“Ha… don’t blame the monster… After returning, I will personally help you resurrect, at no charge.”
I murmured to myself, and then I disappeared from the scene.
…
How long had it been? A wave of people were rushing back to the Witch Academy.
This group had quite a number, but essentially everyone was injured and being pushed back by those who saw them along the way.
From their injuries, it appeared that most of these students did not possess the undying trait.
After all, the undying trait represented the top combat forces among senior students. It also, to some extent, represented the number of fights fought since a body often accelerated the generation of undying characteristics from repeated severe injuries.
Even now, during the second half of the holiday, many students still remained in the academy.
And some small news clubs and gossip outlets were among the first to rush to the scene as if they could smell blood like catfish.
“Wow… are there dead people?”
“No way? What happened to them? Was there a large-scale fight in the arena?”
“I just saw them return from off-campus; were they bullied off-campus?”
The eager-onlookers discussed non-stop, with students chattering back and forth.
Even though death is a serious matter for some of the more experienced seniors, it is still considered small.
Just ask a mentor for help with resurrection.
Although the resurrection costs can be beyond what some poorer students can bear, everything is worth it compared to life.
If under special circumstances, the academy might even waive resurrection fees, such as… sacrificing to protect the Witch Academy while fighting against other students.
Even though… this situation hadn’t happened in a long time.
Some had minor injuries and went directly to the medical room, later asking the all-purpose association to reimburse their treatment costs.
They mostly had cuts and stab wounds from sharp weapons.
There were even some exaggerated cases where an arrow was still embedded in a shoulder.
But the seriously injured who might have died were likely not needed to go to the medical room.
Of course, they wouldn’t be sent to the crematory either.
Instead, they would directly seek the association.
After all, they belonged to those working for the Witch Secret Realm Association and the All-purpose Association.
Within the Witch Academy, there exists a saying: if you have an urgent matter and don’t know who to turn to, then go find the All-purpose Association.
If there’s a matter, the All-purpose Association will genuinely help.
Of course, the fees are not low.
In death, what is the so-called resurrection spell? These seemingly “normal” matters are experiences that virtually none of the academy’s students have ever encountered before.
Many students even do not know which mentors to approach for preparing a resurrection ceremony.
They mostly go to the medical room for treating their injuries.
So those carrying the dead immediately found the All-purpose Association.
Naturally, there were also some personal motives involved; the bigger the ruckus, the more people would support or back them.
Perhaps they wouldn’t even have to bear the resurrection cost, and, exaggeratedly, they might claim for emotional damages, etc.
And this line of thought proved to be valid.
“Um? What exactly happened here?”
At this moment, my life clone returned to the Witch Academy and “happened” to pass by the All-purpose Association branch.
I squeezed into the crowd and made my way to the front.
This conflict resulted in one student dying on the spot, two severely injured and unconscious, confirmed dead upon arrival at the academy.
In other words… three people had died.
“Oh… the Dayrock elves are truly ruthless…” I sighed softly, ensuring no one heard me.
“Everyone, please disperse! Do not gather at the entrance of the All-purpose Association hall!”
“Make way! Step aside! Don’t congregate here for fun!”
For such sudden incidents, the staff at the All-purpose Association’s front desk were somewhat accustomed to this, expertly starting to clear out the onlookers.
Although death was indeed a big deal at the Witch Academy.
The repercussions ultimately remain negative.
“Student! Please allow… allow… hey, you’re that Teaching Assistant Xiao Han?!” The association member tasked with dispersing the crowd rushed forward upon noticing my distinctly identifiable silver hair.
However, upon seeing my striking silver hair, which looked like it wasn’t from poor dye, and the red eyes that made her instinctively shiver, she realized it was definitely not just a cosmetic lens!
So she immediately thought of the internal notice about the top-ranked person on the academy’s must-not-impersonate list!
“Um, I think no one in the academy would dare impersonate me.” I nodded slightly, my gaze moving towards the body lying on the ground.
“Wow~ the assistant has already arrived?” Meanwhile, the onlookers nearby seemed surprised.
“Speaking of which, did Teaching Assistant Xiao Han just acknowledge herself as such?”
“You know her?”
“No, no! You don’t recognize her; she’s the legendary little witch known in the academy!”
“Oh! I remember! The one who took on hundreds and overpowered all extraordinary academies! Someone gasped at this moment!
And upon hearing this, everyone quickly snapped to attention; this was the most explosive topic they had seen during the holiday break!
Taking on hundreds!
Rumor had it that the opposing side was filled with assistant-level strongholds, yet she single-handedly killed them all.
That silver hair dyed blood-red, standing atop a mound of corpses while forcing a wizard academy’s extraordinary wizard to personally take action against her!
Calling someone like her a legend was no exaggeration!
Subsequently, as their conversation continued, it became more exaggerated, leading me to selectively ignore their gossip.
Instead, I continued to address the staff member of the All-purpose Association.
“Could you kindly inform me about what happened here? I happened to be passing by and would like to satisfy my curiosity.”
“Um… I’m sorry… I also don’t know what exactly happened; I only received information that some members of the association were attacked outside the campus,” the girl stammered, piecing together what little she knew.
“An outside attack? This isn’t a small matter.” Upon hearing this response, my expression turned serious, “These students died in this attack, right? I…… um!”
I was about to say that I knew resurrection spells and could help them solve their trouble without bothering the mentors when I noticed a group of people anxiously following behind a witch mentor and coming here.
They seemed to have prepared in advance, likely contacting the association long before returning at that moment.
No matter who the mentor coming over was, I was quite familiar with her.
Elena.
Back during the great expansion of the realm, the mentor stationed in Ninglan New City, responsible for performing resurrection work for students who had passed, at that time even included students from other academies outside the Witch Academy.
“It’s Mentor Elena, I didn’t expect to see you here again.” I began with a bow.
Upon hearing my voice, she appeared quite surprised.
“Is that you, Xiao Han? How did you end up here?” Elena shifted from her previously “forced overtime” cold demeanor to a smile upon seeing me.
“I enjoy wandering around the academy~ I just happened to come over when I saw a bit of commotion, and I never expected to see you, Sister Elena.”
“Clone?” Elena tilted her head, looking me over top to bottom, seemingly questioning… are you lying to me?
After all, she hadn’t personally verified anything at Lawson Wilderness before nor did she understand what a life clone was.
“Yes, Sister Elena, you know my understanding of resurrection spells; how about… I assist you in setting up the resurrection ceremony?”
