"Why did Niya choose this path?" Several people in the room looked at the slightly petite girl with goat horns in confusion.

"This...can I not tell you?" Niya was a little hesitant and embarrassed.

"Come on, we won't laugh at you," Aliena muttered, encouragingly.

"Only Alena would make fun of others." Lettice did not forget to make fun of her, but she also looked at her brown-haired roommate in a gray-red dress with curiosity, as if she was seeing her for the first time.

"Don't force Niya to say anything she doesn't want to say." Loran Hill could understand Niya's hesitation. A person's wishes and thoughts may sometimes seem whimsical and wishful thinking to others, and speaking them out would risk being laughed at.

"Actually... I want to become stronger and learn more about discipline and law."

"?" Lettice and Alena tilted their heads in confusion, but seeing Nia's determined look, it was difficult to dissuade her.

The Unfading Bridge Academy, specializing in warfare and maritime discipline, boasts a rigorous teaching style and semi-military management. It has educated many renowned generals, captains, judges, and knights, leaving a lasting impression on its students with its unwavering style and strict discipline. Graduates of the academy are often influenced by this style.

"If Niya wants to do it, just do it." Loran Hill stopped asking questions and said encouragingly. Seeing this, Alena and Letty had no choice but to agree and encourage.

"Thank you everyone." Niya looked at everyone, her little face feeling a little hot.

Afterwards, everyone talked about their holiday experiences, and the dinner slowly came to an end in warm conversation.

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The winter courses are mainly for reviewing and consolidating what was learned in the first half of the year. The teacher will also talk about some extensions and things related to the end-of-year promotion exam.

Some students studied seriously, while others were a little absent-minded, whispering under their desks about the upcoming 'Winter Festival Party'.

As a major annual event in Emenas, the Winter Festival Gala has always been hosted and arranged by the "Crown of Melody", one of the ten crowns. The "Crown of Seven Colors" will assist in setting up the venue and preparing props and costumes. Most of the performers are students in grades 2-5, and freshmen usually only have the opportunity to watch.

On the eve of the Winter Festival Gala, a college competition will be held. Students from the five colleges across the four major levels will compete for the title of "The One and Only Champion," the strongest individual. The competition is often thrilling, especially the finals. Nearly every competitor is ranked around Sequence 6-7, and their fighting styles and techniques are a valuable asset to many younger students.

"Have you heard about this year's favorite to win?"

"I don't know. Aren't we all in the first grade? How come you are so well-informed?" A boy looked at the classmate next to him speechlessly.

"I'm doing you all a service. If I hadn't asked around, you would have missed a lot of wonderful things in the first semester." The chubby student glanced at the teacher, who turned his back to write on the slate, and then continued.

"First up is the Black and White Dragon from the Northern Tower Academy. Those two were the runner-up and third place winners last time."

"Next up are 'Red Rose Sword' Weilin from the Walled City Academy, and the Flower Wing siblings Faulan and Fausi from the Temple Academy. These were all among the top students in the previous session."

"Then there are a few people who have risen rapidly this year, 'Shuliu Sword' Bu Youdao, 'Pojun Spear' Darcy..." Before he could finish, a pain came from his forehead, as if someone had flicked it with an iron finger.

Before the student could look up to see who had hit him, the teacher's unhurried voice came from the front. "Student, please stand up and answer the question: why did the Undead Order begin to decline in the late Mercury Dynasty?"

"Yes, it's you, no doubt about it." The teacher signaled the student with his fiery blue eyes not to dodge or escape anymore.

"This... Sorry, teacher, I forgot." Even in winter, under the gaze of students from several classes, the fat student still had beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Well, can the student next to you answer this?"

The teacher turned his gaze to the other side, and the boy quickly stood up and answered calmly.

"In the late Mercury Dynasty, due to centuries of continual waste, the corpses, bones, and spirits of the past were consumed in large quantities. New Necromancers generally lacked the resources to advance after reaching Sequence 5. Furthermore, the Necromancers' previous model of relying on war to sustain war also became less cost-effective due to the lack of ancient corpses to replenish them."

"Good, keep going." The teacher looked at the student and motioned him to continue.

"For example, if a necromancer commands 1,000 skeleton warriors to attack an enemy force of 500, they'll lose about 800 skeletons to obtain just over 500 corpses."

"Of course, this is just an idealized state. In reality, skeletons have almost no intelligence and rely entirely on the necromancer's micro-manipulation. This will result in a higher loss-to-combat ratio. Furthermore, damage will be inflicted during combat, and not every corpse can be utilized. When high-level transcendents die and are resurrected as undead creatures, their strength will be reduced."

"Especially after the promotion of the Angel Sequence, people gained a method to purify corpses, which further curbed the combat power of the Undead Sequence. Ultimately, by the end of the Mercury Dynasty, the number of Transcendents in the Undead Sequence decreased significantly, until they were gradually replaced by other Transcendent Sequences, and the dynasty disintegrated as a result."

"Okay, you can sit down now."

After the boy sat down, the fat classmate next to him looked at him in disbelief.

What a guy, while pretending to chat with me, he was actually secretly listening to the class and studying alone. He is so mean.

After this little incident, the discussions in the classroom became much quieter, and everyone sat quietly in their seats listening to the skeleton teacher explain the past history, as well as related thoughts and lessons.

In the winter classroom, there are several copper chandeliers above the teaching hall. The pale yellow light shines through the thick lampshades into the slightly dim classroom. Outside the fog-covered glass window is a gloomy sky with floating snowflakes.

Until a clear and pleasant ringtone broke the silence.

"Okay, that's all for today's class. Next time I'll be discussing the evolution and revival of the Undead Order. Please prepare for the relevant lessons."

"Thank you, teacher."

As if in a motionless still picture, suddenly each color took turns to move, and students rushed out of the classroom and walked into the corridor, noisy and crowded, running towards the restaurant building in the gray snow fog.

"Loran, this way~" Ye Ling greeted from the stairs outside the hall, with only a cute little face visible under the wide velvet hood.

"Okay." Then Loran Hill and several roommates walked in that direction.

In the cold and snowy winter, enjoying hot soup and food under the warm yellow light has become the most anticipated moment of the day for students.