Chapter 320 What kind of useless protagonist script

Ild was born twenty-five years ago in an ordinary civilian family, the kind without even a surname.

Ordinary family, ordinary parents, ordinary him.

Well, actually he is not that ordinary.

After all, possessing the talent of a spellcaster is still relatively rare and unusual in the small town where Ild lives.

Because of this, he has been placed with high hopes since he was a child.

His parents, elders, and friends were all happy for him, hoping that he would become a great figure in legends in the future, a god-like arcane master.

Truly the hope of the whole village.

Unfortunately, Ilder did not appreciate it.

He hated his birth, hated his incompetent parents, hated the injustice of God, and was equally jealous of everyone who was better than him.

With this twisted mentality, he left his hometown early and came to the Emerald Empire alone to study. He almost got into the Magic Wizard Academy, a place he had only heard of in stories.

He originally thought that he would shine here, and that the Magic Wizard Academy would be the place where he would take off, leaving a significant mark in his future career of becoming a near-godlike powerful being.

But. What you think is what you think?

When Ild entered the Arcane Academy, he discovered in despair that he was at the bottom of the class.

The sense of superiority I once had over ordinary people in my hometown is gone.

In this place, he has nothing to show for it.

Family background, hard work, talent, nothing can compare.

This made his jealousy become even more twisted and inflated.

What's even worse is that this strong interference caused by his mentality even affected his already not-so-good talent, making his arcane learning and cultivation improvement become even slower.

It has been his third year at the academy, but he is still a first-year student.

This made him feel extremely humiliated.

When the day of the God's birthday came, he, who was gloomy, withdrawn and had a twisted personality, did not receive any gifts from his friends. Only the redbud flower of equality for all beings from his rich brother Mende.

A highly gifted magician, good at studying, popular, from a wealthy family, and of noble birth.

In the twisted eyes of Ild, the buff has been fully stacked.

The redbud flowers in Mende were not a gift to him, but a complete insult!

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the exquisite sculpture to pieces.

But he endured it because he was really short of money.

This made his whole heart even more twisted and almost crazy.

Just when he was forcing himself to meditate and practice with this madness and was about to go crazy, a strange black gas silently merged into Ild's body.

The magical power that had been boiling suddenly calmed down, and was growing rapidly at an incredible speed, and the speed of cultivation was rising sharply.

Looking at the changes in his body, Ild didn't feel anything was wrong.

He was even ecstatic about it!

Here we come!

It’s finally here!

My true talent has finally been revealed, and I am finally going to rise and strike back!

After enduring humiliation for many years, your own legend is about to begin!

He laughed wildly in the dormitory, and his laughter was extremely eerie and terrifying.

The roommate in the next dormitory was cursing, secretly cursing himself for being so unlucky to be roommates with this mentally ill and crazy senior.

In Ild's heart, the black gas gathered together and flashed two red lights.

After the God's Birthday, everything seemed to be back on track.

Mende brought Lu Wenwu a large number of copies of the royal collection of books. The previous donations were also progressing step by step, and the "Fifth Brother's Recipe" had also officially begun to be promoted.

Apart from his daily studies, Lu Wenwu mostly spends time in the library, reading all sorts of miscellaneous books. Those who don't know him might think he's a nerdy guy.

Several professors who had a good relationship with Lu Wenwu were very happy after receiving the God's Birthday gifts from him in return.

Especially old man Wood.

What he got was a special alloy that Lu Wenwu had obtained from the Shenzhou military.

This new type of metal arrangement and combination is completely unprecedented in the Continent of Gods.

For a master alchemist, there is no better gift than using ordinary metals to create a material that is far superior to ordinary magical metals by combining them in proportions!

Wood even stopped Lu Wenwu from doing odd jobs for a whole month, and even stopped the small-class alchemy class. He continued to conduct research in his own laboratory.

What?

Ask where this metal comes from?

Don’t ask, the answer is it’s inherited from our ancestors!

Ild, who was chosen by the mysterious black air, also launched an action to turn his life around.

He changed from his previous aloof and gloomy self, and suddenly became confident and arrogant.

According to his classmates at the Arcane Academy, this senior who had been held back for many years seemed to have "accumulated a lot of experience and finally made a breakthrough."

Ild first made great progress in his cultivation, and then he quickly passed the intermediate-level upgrade assessments that had stuck him for a long time.

Then, he applied for the senior entrance examination at lightning speed and passed it directly despite no one being optimistic about his success!

This undoubtedly caught everyone's attention.

Many classmates who once sneered at him said that this guy was a bit outrageous and seemed like a different person.

The professors who had previously thought he was completely hopeless began to take him seriously, re-evaluating his talent and spellcasting ability, and considering whether to include him in small class teaching.

After all, even if the Magic Wizard Academy advocates teaching without discrimination, a training system like arcane, where a thousand people may have a thousand different situations, is ultimately best achieved with small classes or even one-on-one teaching.

The master-apprentice system of ancient magicians also makes a lot of sense.

It’s not that I don’t want to teach, but I really can’t teach all the apprentices.

Some of his previous professors did not suspect his sudden change.

First of all, this is Magik, the strongest magic academy in the entire continent, bar none. No evil forces can make any waves here.

Secondly, this sudden change in personality, or the emergence of some personality problems due to various reasons, is a normal phenomenon and not worth making a fuss about.

If something really happens, just suppress it.

No one really thinks that the college is just a charity, right?

Many professors have the blood of many lives on their hands before they enter school to teach and retire!

Arcane Academy, practical class training ground.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and countless arcanists walked out of the training ground, chattering about the wonderful moment that had just happened.

A classic scene of pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face just happened in class.

During the arcane duel within the class, Ild used his superb arcane skills to severely humiliate those whom he had once been madly jealous of, and beat two classmates who had once looked down on him directly into the infirmary.

This made Isidro and Goodell, who were temporarily in charge of teaching the class, frown.

It just so happened that Lu Wenwu had no classes in the afternoon, so he came here to get some private lessons with Isidro and Goodell.

Seeing that his two cheap uncles were staring at Ilder, Lu Wenwu asked curiously: “Uncle Isidro, Uncle Goodall, what are you looking at?”

The middle-aged coach Long raised his chin, his eyes pointed meaningfully.

Lu Wenwu followed his gaze and saw Ilder surrounded by the crowd.

"Who is this?" he asked confusedly.

Goodall explained, "His name is Ild, a senior student at the Arcane Academy. He's been on the rise lately. He held back two years, but now he's jumped two grades and landed in the senior class. He's even easily defeated several high-achieving seniors."

In just a few words, the Divine Blood Knight gave a brief account of the other party's past and recent performance, and Lu Wenwu quickly got to know this person.

Lu Wenwu: “.”

I predict that things will change over time, so don’t look down on the young and poor.

This is the typical start of a loser online novel protagonist!

After being ridiculed for three years, he rose up in anger, and caught up fiercely in the later period to show off and slap people in the face!

But this guy has been staying in school all the time, what kind of golden finger can he get?

It couldn't be a time traveler who had awakened the system.

Sign in at xx place and get rewarded with xx years of cultivation?

Making a choice on xx event rewards xx level of arcane proficiency?

It’s still the proficiency panel that was more popular before I crossed over, and I can move up to the next level unconditionally. Oh, this guy is a lazy bum, this one is unlikely.

Hmm. It can't be a system where you can get something just by playing badly, right?

This is a bit too much.

Looking at the smug figure that was almost looking up to the sky, Lu Wenwu's thoughts began to run wildly like a runaway horse, rushing towards a strange direction.

Just when he was distracted, Ild seemed to notice the gaze behind him.

When he saw that it was Lu Wenwu, his original excitement disappeared, and was replaced by an intense anger. An emotion called "desire for revenge" spread wildly in his heart.

Like weeds, it keeps growing wildly.

"Hey! You are the top freshman in the Magic Academy this year, the Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, right?" Ild suddenly spoke, with a hint of scarlet flashing in his eyes.

"Ah? You're calling me?" Lu Wenwu just came back to his senses. "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

This momentary confusion when he just reacted was undoubtedly a kind of contempt and disdain for Ild, whose mind had already been distorted. It was a silent insult and disdain for him.

As a result, he instantly became even more furious, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"At the opening ceremony, the dean said that your talent is unprecedented and unparalleled, that you are a transcendent being capable of rivaling the truth at the level of a senior mage. I beg to differ. Do you dare challenge me to a glorious duel between spellcasters?"

A glorious duel between spellcasters?

Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows.

He happened to have seen this somewhat unpopular and obscure thing recently.

This is a customary way of arranging battles among spellcasters that originated in ancient times.

There might be some minor differences in the specific implementation, but generally speaking, it is all witnessed by the God of Magic, with the honor of both parties at stake, to determine the superiority or even life and death.

Why is it said that it can also decide life and death?

Because this thing is usually a matter of anger, probably similar to the type of unlimited fighting, and it is rare to have an honor duel out of hatred.

If there is a life-and-death feud, there is no point in having a duel. Just fight it out.

Overall, this thing gives me the feeling of a medieval knight duel on Blue Star.

"I refuse." Lu Wenwu shrugged. "I only just learned your name on the first day. Do I have the audacity to duel with you?"

"Are you scared? You don't dare compete with me to see who is the true genius?" A hint of mockery played on Ild's lips. "Are you worried that you won't be able to beat me and make a fool of yourself? Are you worried that others will find out that you're not worthy of the reputation of a genius?"

Before Lu Wenwu could say anything, Isidro picked up his staff and was about to give this ignorant and arrogant guy a good beating.

Fortunately, Goodell was quick and stopped it.

"No buddy, are you sick?"

Lu Wenwu looked at the idiot with a look of confusion in his eyes.

It has some truth to it. This duel request is even more abstract than the gambling game of the God King.

"You've been held back two years, and your grades have always been at the bottom of the class. And I've been the top student in the lower grades of the magic academy since I started. Is there any need to compare?"

"Although I don't consider myself a genius in magic or the arcane, anyone with a discerning eye should be able to tell which of us is more talented, right? Besides, even if I only audit arcane classes occasionally, my grades aren't that bad, are they?"

“Puff.”

Someone couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud in a dark corner.

Waves of barely perceptible pointing and whispering suddenly came from all directions, making it difficult to hear clearly, but they were indeed real.

Lu Wenwu is indeed not very talented in the arcane field.

But his mental and soul power were too great, and he could create low- to medium-level arcane models simply by stacking the mass.

This allowed him to rank among the top students in the lower grades of the Arcane Academy - even though this guy only attended classes once or twice a week, and most of the arcane classes he listened to were not purely offensive types.

Ild's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, the speed of light.

He pointed at Lu Wenwu, his whole body trembling with intense anger.

humiliation!

This is blatant public humiliation!

He wished he could eat Lu Wenwu's flesh, drink Lu Wenwu's blood, grind him into ashes, and only then could he relieve the hatred in his heart!

Before Yilder could continue his harsh words, Lu Wenwu continued, "Also, everyone should know that we magicians are special. We only officially begin training after entering school. This means that I have only practiced for a few months."

"And you, this, this, uh... Sorry, what was your name? I was distracted just now and I can't quite remember."

At this point, he suddenly got stuck and looked back at Goodell.

Goodall suppressed a laugh and whispered, "His name is Ild."

"Oh yes, Ild."

Lu Wenwu suddenly realized and turned his head back.

"Look, Senior Ild, you must have been training since you were a child, for far longer than I know. Why do you think that defeating a magician like me who has only been training for a few months proves that you are more talented than me? This logic does not make sense!"

"No matter how you look at it, you should challenge your classmates, right? As far as I know, there's already a senior from your batch who has advanced to the Sixth Ring. After graduating early, she successfully applied to stay on campus and is now an assistant teacher."

"Only by defeating her can you prove your strength and talent."

"What a coincidence! I happen to have that senior's contact information. Do you want me to send you a duel invitation?"

After saying that, he stared at the other person with a very sincere look.

Lu Wenwu was not fooling anyone, he really had it.

The sixth-ringed arcanist senior is currently following a professor to run errands for the school. Coincidentally, the location of the mission is the Bauhinia Empire.

Lu Wenwu, who almost had a godson, naturally knew the other party.

The extremely sincere look in his eyes made Ilder's originally flushed face turn blue and white, switching back and forth like a neon light.

Defeat a six-ringed arcanist?

This is simply a fantasy!

He has only just advanced to the fourth ring now. There is a gap of two major realms. What the hell is this?

In the end, Ilder seemed unable to bear the humiliation, and left angrily after leaving a venting sentence "Just wait for me". He looked like a useless protagonist who was ready to show off and slap the villain in the face after being insulted.

Only the other arcanists and professors who were laughing and laughing, and Lu Wenwu who was confused, were left.

The entire training ground was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)