Chapter 43: First Use of the Divine Analysis Technique
“Tsk tsk, that poor dude Brin, who’s both a Divine Prince and a Divine Princess, sure is having a rough day. He finally gets a chance to show off in front of his peers, and not just any match—it’s the very first one, with max exposure! And what happens? He draws Princess Filisia of White Glass Kingdom. Oopsie, there goes any chance of impressing anyone,” John chuckled, a bucket of something resembling popcorn in his hands, clearly here for pure entertainment and chaos.
“So, this Filisia… is she really that good?” Dillin asked, leaning in.
“It’s not about whether she’s good or not. She’s… something else entirely…” John frowned, caught off guard by Dillin’s question.
“Put it this way: if Brin can last three moves against Her Highness, Princess Filisia, he’ll be bragging about it for a year.”
“Is the gap between Divine Princesses really that extreme?” Dillin furrowed his brow.
“Let me give you an inappropriate analogy: you’re human, right?”
“…Am I not human? What else could I possibly be?” Dillin shot John a dirty look.
“Right, right. So, the King of White Glass Kingdom is human too. One is the king ruling over thousands, carrying the noble Zhesha bloodline, while the other is a down-on-his-luck Divine Prince, no noble bl**d, struggling to make ends meet. In theory, you’re both human—but why such a massive gap?”
“Same principle applies within the Divine Princess ranks. They have their ‘kings’ and ‘commoners.’ The Divine Princess job has the widest range of capabilities across all professions—you’ve got the elites, and you’ve got the rest.”
“There are many factors causing this gap: talent, resources poured into their training, how hard they work, etcetera. But the single biggest component? Bloodline.”
As John said this, Dillin recalled why the Divine Princess families obsessed so excessively over bloodlines.
Glory and family legacies were part of the reason, but the bigger truth was, bloodline was just that important for Divine Princesses. It determined whether or not one would be exceptional—a gap that no amount of hard work and effort could bridge.
It was like breeding pets; mixing with someone of an impure lineage only served to ruin a good bloodline.
While comparing exalted Divine Princesses to pets wasn’t entirely proper, it was an easy way to explain the concept.
Speaking of which, John did feel a bit uncomfortable bringing this up, considering Dillin himself was a victim of bloodline elitism.
When Princess Filisia, the golden-eyed amber-haired crown princess, stepped into the circular arena, the thunderous applause and cheers that followed nearly deafened Dillin.
Most of the audience comprised of male students cheering for Filisia, though a few female students, blushing furiously, watched her with equal intensity.
Dillin, observant as ever, noticed something.
At least one thing John said was true: in Coleman Academy, talent got attention. Someone as powerful as Filisia, from the White Glass Kingdom, with top-tier looks? Well, she received adulation that transcended gender. People practically worshipped her.
Considering that, it wasn’t hard to imagine how she managed her supposed “1v5 bedroom feats.” With so many starry-eyed female fans, surely they’d be thrilled to sleep with their idol, viewing it as an honor.
Poor Brin, though, was in an unenviable position.
Not only was this his very first match, but he was matched against Filisia herself. Yet even as he stood on the stage, no one was cheering for him. All the attention was on Filisia, rendering him practically invisible in the crowd. He stood awkwardly, unsure whether to advance or retreat. Watching him squirm, Dillin felt sorry for the guy.
“Wh-what the heck? The stats difference is way bigger than I imagined. What the heck is Brin even fighting for?” John blurted out, his voice laced with disbelief.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just… I casually used the Divine Analysis Technique to check Brin and Filisia’s stats.” John shrugged. “I take back what I said earlier. This young man might not even last one move.”
Ah, the Divine Analysis Technique…
Dillin was curious too. With the boost from his Golden Dianthus Butterfly, just how much information could he glean from using the Divine Analysis Technique to analyze a Divine Princess?
He activated it, and a flood of data streamed into his vision, shocking his brain.
Was it the sheer volume of data or the sheer strength of the target? His mental energy was almost depleted.
Even with a throbbing headache, Dillin pored through the data on Filisia.
Analyzing combat prowess didn’t come as a simple number but as a breakdown of all sorts of parameters displayed in a box, including strength, speed, jumping power, marked with different colors.
White, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Black, from light to dark, representing different levels of capability.
To clarify, this wasn’t an intuitive measure. The Divine Analysis Technique couldn’t evaluate things like combat experience—it just showed raw stats.
Although combat skills like strength and speed weren’t the primary metrics for Divine Princess strength, Divine Domain and Divine Authority were the real heavyweights.
But still…
Strength: Purple Gem
Speed: Green Gem
Jumping Ability: Yellow Gem
Stamina: Blue Gem
…and so on.
Now Brin’s stats.
Strength: Yellow Gem
Speed: Yellow Gem
Jumping: Yellow Gem
Stamina: Yellow Gem
Four Yellow Gems. A clear discrepancy.
Next came Divine Authority.
“The match is about to begin, please take your positions,” came the announcer’s voice.
“Filisia Zhesha, the first princess of White Glass Kingdom.” With a single step forward, Filisia drew her weapon from her storage ring.
A giant sword shaped like a crown, absurdly thick, like a shield itself.
“This weapon is insane,” John gulped. “If it fell on me from above, I’d be pancaked.”
Despite its monstrous size and ornate design, the slim Princess Filisia lifted the crown-shaped sword effortlessly with one hand.
With a graceful tap of the weapon on the ground…
“BOOM BOOM BOOM!” The shockwave unsettled the dirt, silencing the entire arena. The spectators who had been shouting encouragement now watched silently, pity flooding their expressions toward the unlucky competitor.
“It is an honor to duel against you,” Filisia said, tilting her lips into an elegant, confident smile. Rather than curtsying, she performed a knight-like bow, positioning the sword in front of her chest.
“……Brin Kaida.” Brin nodded nervously, his mind too preoccupied to notice Filisia’s beauty. He pulled out his weapon—a dainty dagger of sorts, looking comically small compared to Filisia’s weapon. Onlookers wondered if the sword would simply snap upon impact.
“Mr. Kaida, no need to be nervous. Reflect on why you’ve come to compete here, and all will be clear.” Filisia, recognizing his tension, smiled and encouraged him gently, like a true knight.
“Since we’re both fellow first-year students… give it everything you’ve got. In respect of our match, I won’t hold back either.”
