During the last few days of the training, something happened that I didn’t know whether to call a big thing or a small thing.

But even so, that incident was just the beginning of everything.

It's not irrelevant, but it's certainly offensive.

When those who once pushed the weak to the position of bait gathered together like insects, emitting a disgusting odor, Sully still felt uncomfortable.

Faulkner, the fool who had disregarded Sully in the College Square before but was easily defeated by Cyril, the fool who claimed to be a genius...

He leaked the blood awakening information that Cyril had carefully kept hidden.

There is also a barrier between truth and truth.

The truth known to the world at present is that there is a monster civilization that humans cannot surpass. Suli is not ready to expose the fact that monster blood exists in human blood.

Just like, in historical documents, there has never been any record of the development of people who awakened the blood of monsters after their strength reached a certain level.

Sully had no information on which to base any inferences about Cyril's future.

From the perspective of the widely circulated prophet, Cyril's fate was like being shrouded in fog, with no way of predicting the future.

If the world is informed of the fact that there is monster blood in human blood, and there is the example of Cyril, who has awakened his blood and whose strength has increased much faster than that of ordinary people, then people will not even consider the bad changes that may occur in the future.

The immediate interests will only make people who adapt to the law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest blindly pursue the awakening bloodline.

In order to prevent the possibility of this path to the abyss from happening, the information about Cyril's own blood awakening has been kept well hidden.

The people in the small building may not have any exclusive feelings when dealing with various affairs, but once they are in their own field, they can all be described as aloof and unkind.

This habit has ensured that intelligence information has always been well concealed.

So even Sully couldn't figure out how Faulkner knew this information.

For a moment, Suli's idea that everyone in the world is trying to awaken the blood of monsters, and finally let humans develop completely without leaving any trace in this world, made him shudder and tremble.

That's definitely scarier than the scariest horror movie.

Suli clenched his fists and took several deep breaths, but he was unable to completely calm his turbulent emotions.

Not far from where he was was Faulkner, who was followed by a large group of people.

The other party is still talking non-stop as if he has no idea what he is talking about.

"That's a level 5 demon beast, a Silk Wolf! Students like us, even if some of us are from noble families, can't ignore a complete, defenseless Silk Wolf."

The value of monsters is clearly waiting to be developed by humans.

Ignoring a Silk Wolf is like ignoring a pile of gold coins.

Faulkner did not give people a chance to react and directly revealed a series of information.

"So I think that Cyril, who no longer looks like a human due to the scales on his face, chose to let go of the Level 5 monster, the Silk Wolf, because his spirit has already become more like a monster."

"Whether it is biased towards the monster or not, I don't care at all." Faulkner looked righteous and aloof. He patted his chest vigorously and continued, "What I care about is that after defeating the long-silk wolf, not only did that guy not want to use everything of the long-silk wolf, but he actually fed the monster with healing potions!"

"If he hadn't done all this, my companions wouldn't have suffered serious casualties!"

"It's all because of Cyril! Ivan is dead! Cyril deserves death!"

Faulkner's eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs bulged out like a frog. He thought that his loud voice could attract everyone's attention, and the sight of him spitting out saliva was really ridiculous.

The people behind him rolled their eyes, pretended to be timid, and asked in a low voice: "So Faulkner, how did your companion die?"

"I know what I'm about to say will make me look a little embarrassed, but I'm still going to say it." Faulkner had already put himself on the moral high ground before he began to answer the question, "My companions and I initially thought that the Long Silk Wolf was in a state of life or death..."

"I admit that I am greedy. When I saw a well-preserved and seriously injured Longsilk Wolf, I had some thoughts in my mind."

"But how could I have imagined that when Cyril chose to give up on the wolf, he actually fed it a healing potion!"

Faulkner places all his focus on Cyril.

He was very unhappy, both with Cyril who kicked him down with one kick, and with Sully who was always protected by him.

He is clearly a weakling with zero elemental affinity!

Such people are destined to become bait.

And even if they cannot become bait to catch monsters, they can use any bit and every trace of elements to tease Sully.

Whether it was burning his hair, using the wind to blow up dust and mess up his whole body, or simply pouring water over him... there were so many ways to play, enough to entertain the entire grade before he died.

This is what Faulkner thought and intended to do.

But Cyril's appearance obviously disrupted his plan.

At first, Faulkner did not intend to plot against Cyril. He simply wanted to take revenge on Cyril, who ignored all the hidden rules of the academy.

From Suli's perspective, attending college is just a daily act to make Lanzhe feel at ease and to accompany his little friend.

So even though Sully understood that Cyril's strength had improved rapidly in a short period of time and the influence of his talent was enough for him to call him a genius and a monster, Sully did not have any special thoughts.

The same is true for Cyril.

But the academy doesn't think so.

In addition to the internal competitions within the class, the training courses will also involve competitions with other classes.

Faulkner once existed as Cyril's opponent.

The result was undoubted. The guy who thought he was among the top three in Class 2 was badly defeated by Cyril.

This is enough to torture a guy who always looks down on students in the money class.

But as long as the rule of strength supremacy exists, Faulkner still has reason to choose to submit to the strong.

He has always done this.

But suddenly, everyone began to question it.

Isn't the law of the jungle too cruel? Is the law of the jungle really necessary?

While most people were skeptical, Cyril was able to say: "I never wanted others to submit to me when I became stronger, nor did I think that I would definitely get something after becoming stronger. The only thing that made me feel happy about the improvement in my strength was that I was finally qualified to protect Suli."

Faulkner therefore set his sights on the so-called "Sully".

Why do the strong protect the weak?

No blood relationship, no value of interest.

Faulkner thought about it in his own way and concluded that Cyril wanted to "monopolize the toy."

Ask him if he can join in the toy-twisting game...

Tell him that you want to be with him...

But the result was that before Faulkner could grab Sully's head, he was kicked away by Cyril.

Abnormal! Wrong! Unreasonable!

The thoughts kept coming.

It was not until Faulkner, who regarded the skinless rat as prey, discovered that Cyril had defeated the level 5 monster, the Silk Wolf, which easily ate the skinless rat as food.

Moreover, he has not yet chosen to actually kill the person by skinning and dismembering him.

The companion who pulled him with his hand, but was pushed back by him into the wolf's mouth, couldn't die in vain like this...

Faulkner naturally thought of a possibility.

The high-sounding reasons and the jealousy that could not be escaped no matter how hard he tried to hide all prompted Faulkner to try to ruin Cyril's reputation and kill her.

Especially when he discovered that the error behind Cyril was trembling constantly.

Weak!

Definitely a weakling!

Such mistakes should not exist at all.

Since Cyril sees herself as Sully's protector, let's just die together...

"You can't even imagine Ivan's chest being pierced by the wolf's claws!"

"Ivan is my best brother! He is still very young. Even if he is not particularly talented, he can definitely become a free mercenary in the future. But now, he has nothing!"

"Death puts an end to all possibilities!"

"And all of this was just an accident caused by Cyril's transformation into a monster!"

Faulkner burst into tears.

Suli forced himself to calm down.

No one can easily transform the concept of humans awakening to the monster bloodline into the concept that all humans have monster bloodline.

Things are still under control, and any bad developments in the future are unlikely to occur.

If this is the case, then the current incident is, after all, nothing more than a third-rate stage play of a petty clown.

The crowd was perfectly guided by Faulkner's process.

They all questioned: "How could a normal person abandon a complete long-silk wolf?"

"Since there are scales on his face, does that mean that Cyril is no longer a human being?"

"If it's not a human, then what is it? A monster? We are classmates with a monster, this is too funny."

"Don't be too sad, Faulkner. If Ivan knew he had a good brother like you, I think he wouldn't be too sad even if he died."

"I can understand why Cyril doesn't want to kill the Silk Wolf. After all, although the Silk Wolf is a lone monster, it still has a group of monsters. Not killing it, but only severely injuring it, it won't be targeted by the entire race. This is indeed a good decision. But the question is... why did he still feed the Silk Wolf medicine?"

“I think there’s a problem too.”

Therefore, even if someone asked quietly: "But wasn't it out of greed that Faulkner led his companions to the side of the Level 5 Long Silk Wolf in the first place?"

Some people will retort: ​​"If it were you, and you saw a seriously injured and incapable wolf, would you have any thoughts?"

The questioner finally fell silent.

Until everyone's problems are unified in the discussion.

"Cyril, you'd better give us an explanation. You have to prove whether you are still a human or not. If not, I will not accept the fact that my classmate is a monster. I will definitely petition the dean with others to execute Cyril!"

"Add me one."

All public opinion was directed towards Cyril's existence.

Sully simply chuckled at this and took a step towards Cyril.

He looked at the "poor" guy with tears and snot not far away, gently stretched out his hands and clapped.

“Pah, pah pah pah——”

Sully looked at Faulkner, his green eyes as sharp as a knife.

"You performed very well. Judging from your ability to control people's hearts, you may have an extraordinary talent." Su Li sighed.

Although the details are still immature, in terms of the means of manipulating public opinion, regardless of the good or bad purpose of Faulkner's behavior, just talking about skills, Faulkner far surpassed many people in the small building.

Describe the scene using words.

Putting the possible future development that exists in everyone onto a dead person in order to arouse resonance.

Once resonance is established, the ending of death is pointed out again to trigger emotions.

In the very end, with tears streaming down his face, he put himself completely in the position of a dispirited and weak person.

After all, it is well known that public opinion is a weapon in the hands of the disadvantaged groups.

Obviously, there was no technical guidance, and he was able to do things to this extent just by simply harming people's hearts...

Sully couldn't help laughing.

Sully, who was never good at reading people's expressions, could even see the undisguised pride in the depths of Faulkner's pupils from the tearful look in his eyes.

But Sully only had one question.

One question can expose Faulkner's ugliness to everyone.

"No matter how much you talk, it seems that you have never mentioned that you watched the entire battle between Cyril and the Silk Wolf, but you never showed up."

"So, can you tell me what you were thinking when you were squatting in a dark corner, watching everything unfold?"

The coldness in Sully's eyes was so chilling that it made one shudder.

"Let me tell you what you were thinking."

"The monster you can't defeat is being faced head-on by Cyril. Classmates with similar strength are challenging a monster that seems impossible to defeat. Regardless of the outcome, since the challenge exists, it means that Cyril has a certain degree of confidence in defeating the Silk Wolf, and at worst, he will not let himself die there."

At this moment, Suli's appearance standing on the dirt ground gave people the feeling of being in a Muslim court.

"Then the battle between him and the wolf, whether good or bad, is likely to end in a loss for both sides."

"You can't defeat the Silk Wolf in its prime, but you can easily defeat a Silk Wolf in its seriously injured state."

Sully's undisguised cold eyes were fixed on Faulkner, and he even took a big step forward.

To everyone, this action proved that Sully had never had any self-doubt about this incident.

Moreover, this step will make those who have been questioning before start to doubt themselves.

Those who have been influenced by countless miscellaneous books always have a way of amplifying the ideas that sound very metaphysical and seem even more metaphysical.

Sully spoke calmly, as if he was talking to someone about the weather. But his eyes and his movements were full of unavoidable aggression: "You didn't expect that Cyril didn't think it was really necessary for us to kill the long-silk wolf."

"Although the level 5 monster is valuable, it is essentially just a resource. For Cyril, being able to defeat the level 5 monster is far more valuable than obtaining the flesh and blood of the Silk Wolf."

"Different from you, different from your meanness, shame, selfishness, greed, wickedness, viciousness... Cyril is different from everything about you, or rather..." Sully took steps forward little by little until he was within three meters of Faulkner.

Sully said in an undisguised cruel voice: "You are not qualified to compare with Cyril."

The atmosphere instantly froze to freezing point.

Faulkner's lips trembled, but he could not utter a word in response.

Momentum is too hard to describe.

But when everything is in order, even if people's hearts are guided by emotions, the correct facts will escape the emotionalization of the human heart, so that all extreme emotional cognitions will be forcibly transformed and distorted into the individual self-thinking of the bystanders.

Sully's words are like pointing at some stupid heads and saying, "Use your brain to see the truth of things. Use your brain. Don't treat the things on your shoulders as decoration."

At least Faulkner never thought that the way to deal with personal negative information is not to prove one's own innocence.

What Faulkner could have anticipated was that Cyril would become uncontrollably panicked after her own special qualities were revealed to the public.

Humans and monsters are natural enemies. Unless Cyril wants to be completely hostile to the world, he has to explain that he is not a monster, right?

Once this kind of interpretation begins, it will be guided by the emotions and words of the crowd, leading to an inextricable cycle of repeated interpretations.

And once he falls to this level, all explanations will no longer be of any value.

The bystanders did not care about the truth of the matter. When their emotions were aroused, they were only interested in seeing what reasons and methods Cyril could use to prove herself.

And if everything develops as Faulkner expected, Cyril, who is affected by everything and falls into chaos, will inevitably make omissions in the process of protecting Sully.

At this time, killing the person he wanted to protect right in front of him...

That has to be the best play!

Cyril will collapse, will not believe it, will question herself, will be caught in the whirlpool of public opinion, and will be like a butterfly entangled in a spider web, unable to escape.

As for Faulkner who killed Sully?

He is a hero! He is the hero who avenged his comrade Ivan!

Even if he got carried away and killed someone who had nothing to do with him, what does it matter?

After all, the person he killed was someone with absolutely zero element affinity, a completely useless weakling.

That's how it should be.

That's how it should be!

The outcome was completely out of Faulkner's control.

Sully's words, "You obviously have talents that are unmatched by countless people, but you use them for this kind of thing," became the best mockery at this moment.

Faulkner was unwilling to give up. He opened his eyes wide, and his bulging frog-like pupils were filled with a mess of red bloodshot.

"Why should I compare myself to Cyril? I don't care about him! All I care about is Ivan's death."

"That's my best brother!" Faulkner was like a machine that had lost its brain and only knew how to cling to certain inherent information. His words no longer had any smoothness and fluency of human wisdom.

Sully even had the leisure to think that if Faulkner's talent for grasping people's hearts was transferred to Ophelia, the princess would not still be squatting in Sardina.

"You say he doesn't care about Cyril, but he looks like he cares about her like crazy."

"I just remembered that there was no one named Ivan among Faulkner's companions."

"What do you mean by best brothers? Those who followed Faulkner in the academy were always treated as his younger brothers. He often sent them to do various things. Anyone with eyes can see it."

"So, the problem is actually with Faulkner?"

The people behind Faulkner became the sharpest blade that stabbed him in the back.

"Of course there's something wrong with him."

"If I'm fighting a high-level monster and someone is waiting behind me to take advantage of me, I'll hate him to death."

"It would be fine if they were just looking for bargains, but this kind of intentional waiting to find bargains is just too disgusting."

Faulkner refused to accept it, and he glared at them. He glared at them and shouted, "You idiots, you are easily led by a few words, it's useless!"

"What are you doing? It was you who said we were going to have fun, so we followed you."

"You're still cursing at me. Haha, you're such a jerk."

Faulkner was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

Sully couldn't even tell whether he was out of control when he rushed forward to fight with the group of people behind him, or whether he was giving up after rational analysis and realizing that he had no chance of turning the situation around.

But Suli still breathed a sigh of relief.

Cyril was the only serious child in the little building.

As the eldest prince of Amikubi, he was destined not to live in the small building for long.

Sully himself is an old salt fish in a young shell...

In this case, Sully treated Cyril directly as an adult in terms of external aspects, such as strength and living habits.

On the inner level, Suli never believed that a 15 or 16-year-old growing child could be an ultimate pressure-resistant player who could be compared with the great magician.

Especially after Cyril awakened his dragon bloodline.

How much pressure should this one-off incident bring?

A bad player never thought about himself.

He would only secretly worry about Cyril's mental development in his heart, especially after meeting Faulkner.

Although the incident was resolved, Sully was still worried that Cyril felt uncomfortable about it...

"Cyrill." Sully suddenly called the blue-eyed boy's name.

The guy who was a head taller than Suli turned his head and looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Are you worried that I'll be affected by what Faulkner did?"

Cyril frankly gave a detailed answer from her own perspective.

"I had some thoughts at first. I don't want to see people accidentally die because of my actions."

Cyril rubbed the side of her face with the joint of her left hand and said, "Then, I don't really care what other people think of me."

"I know that what you care about, Suli, is the possible retaliation from others after my situation is exposed. But I don't really care about that."

"Let me tell you something that might make your scalp tingle."

Cyril smiled, her round blue puppy eyes were as wet as ever, but not as if she was crying.

"No matter how the world evaluates me, they are actually not as good as you. As long as you don't have any opinions about me, I will never feel emotionally unhappy because of some passers-by and irrelevant people."

"And if one day you have an opinion about me, then I will just feel that the sky has fallen and there is no point in living."

Sully looked at Cyril. After a long silence, he sighed and said, "...If you know it will make my scalp tingle, then you shouldn't say these words."

Cyril waved her hand decisively.

His far-away eyes bent down: "You have to know that everyone hates Brother Egg, but everyone is Brother Egg."

Cyril doesn't care about irrelevant people.

Whether it is Faulkner, the bystander or the leader of the event.

None of this matters.

And when Sully took the initiative to take that step forward and suppressed Faulkner with his pressing gaze, Cyril still felt boundless warmth.

This is completely different from the feeling of being protected by a powerful person.

Suli maintained his position through non-violent coercion and the true correctness of his stance.

It felt like Sully had completely taken him into his world.

Unlike the saying of being protected by the wings of a strong man, people who are included in Sully's world will never feel controlled by him.

All that is flowing by your side is to watch.

How can we sneak into the team?

"Explain to me sometime what Faulkner's actions really mean, and what your response reveals beyond the obvious."

Suli pretended to understand something: "If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten it."

"Your purpose of living in this small building before was to learn something valuable from me, right?"

"Hand-in-hand instruction is not as good as learning from experience and applying it to other situations."

"so……"

Why did he stupidly follow up with, "So?"

"So on this matter, please provide me with a 3,000-word report. If you find it difficult to write, I allow you to communicate with Egg."

"3,000 words, and it was communicated with Mr. Egbert!"

What kind of hell is this?

The situation he will face then is that Egbert will keep praising Sully's performance in this matter, and then try to get him to follow suit...

The most terrifying thing is not trying to make others blow along, but that they will definitely blow along.

After all, people who saw the scene with their own eyes can see the impact of the development of events more clearly than those who heard about it verbally.

Is this the end of the matter?

On the surface, this is indeed the case.

But in fact, Ivan, the good brother that Faulkner mentioned, not only did not die, but was even brought out by Haiya, the element guidance teacher of the poor student class, to explain the truth.

Ivan spat at Faulkner, who was battered and tattered after fighting with others. He said with hatred in his eyes: "I was the one who pulled Faulkner back when the wolf jumped up from the ground and was about to grab his head, saving him from death. Who would have thought that I would save him first, but be pushed into the wolf's mouth the next second."

"If it weren't for Teacher Haiya, you could really be worshipping me now."

Ivan looked at the people who had followed Faulkner with even more disgust.

He was led by Haiya and squatted in a corner, and did not come out to explain directly.

When I was wondering why he wasn't allowed to go out and explain directly, the element instructor of Class 1 gave me the answer.

"We must always understand what Faulkner's purpose was before we can judge his actions."

Ivan had never imagined that there was such a method as interrogation. He believed it and followed the two instructors to watch the whole process.

Ivan was glad that he watched the whole thing.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know that there are so many people who don't care about his life or death.

Even if a dog dies on the roadside, passers-by will probably say it’s a pity, right?

Ivan, who apparently died accidentally at the claws of the wolf, actually became an excuse for everyone to target Cyril.

Ivan: “You guys really disgust me.”

He did not hesitate to expose those who chose to join in the fun with Faulkner.

"Because you are jealous of Cyril's rapid improvement in strength, you came to Faulkner's house as soon as he mentioned it, and said you were here for fun... To put it bluntly, you just want to follow Faulkner and force Cyril to death. Why, do you dislike geniuses so much?"

These words were so harsh that many people looked unhappy.

But Ivan felt very happy.

Having actually experienced a life-and-death situation, he felt that the uglier a person’s face, the more disgusting they were.

If their thoughts had not been exposed, how could they have looked so unhappy?

If Faulkner is disgusting, then the others are not necessarily any better; they are all from the same nest.

"Who dislikes genius?" Faulkner felt dissatisfied.

"I guess everyone understands that the strong are supreme, right?" Faulkner sneered, with a bruised face. "We look down on Cyril just because he should have enjoyed the resources, connections and respect of a genius, but he chose to hang out with a piece of trash with zero element affinity."

"It's wrong for people like that to live. They have no value in living!" Faulkner pointed his finger at Sully.

The group of people behind him naturally echoed: "That's right, who doesn't like geniuses?"

"We just don't like it. We rely on our genius status and think we are also genius waste."

For no apparent reason, he grabbed Suli, who was full of hatred: …………

He was confused.

Although he knew that people's minds could easily lower the IQ of the general public, he did not expect it to be reduced to such an outrageous level.

Suli was about to say something when he saw Cyril, who had not been involved in Faulkner's conspiracy before, walking up to Faulkner again.

Cyril kicked the man down and stepped on his chest.

This action was so natural that everyone on the field was stunned for a moment.

Afterwards, everyone only heard Cyril, who looked down at Faulkner, saying, "Indeed, being jealous of the so-called genius you speak of, and being jealous of a guy like me who has nothing but strength, is not something to be proud of."

"But hating Suli is a mistake that will haunt you for the rest of your life from the moment you start thinking about it."

Suli stretched out his hand from a distance: "...Wait, normally, shouldn't you say that being jealous of geniuses and hating the weak are both irrational and stupid?"

The sound of the voice drowned out Cyril's laughter.

The eldest prince of Amiqbe was as excited as a runaway pony.

He followed the bait army who had been standing behind Sully, quiet as chickens, not saying a word, and not doing anything beyond the line, and all showed a very similar cruel smile.

"For those who choose to hate Suli, from the moment they have this thought, it is destined to be the beginning of their life's mistakes!"

Then, the two groups started fighting.

Suli: ………………

When you are in doubt, call the teacher.

Suli fixed his sights on Haiya.

The element instructor gave an even more bizarre solution from another novel perspective.

"I've said before that for the students in my class, as long as they can finish this experience alive, they will have won."

Suli understood the subtitles: "...So you mean, as long as you can't kill him, you can beat him to death?"

As soon as Suli finished speaking, a large ball of water rose up from all directions in the distance and rushed straight towards his face.

Before Teacher Haiya could do anything, the elemental instructor of Class 1 had already pulled Suli aside.

"Instead of getting tangled up in a group drill, why not have a chat with me?" he said.

Suli glanced at the people in the melee, then turned his attention to a group of elemental instructors.

He looked down at his wrist, which could be considered slender, and then raised his head again and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to talk about?"

It is impossible to break up the fight, the only way to ease the awkwardness is to pretend that you are nearsighted with a degree of 1,200 degrees and cannot tell the difference between humans and animals beyond three meters.

…

But in the end, we didn't talk about anything.

Because everyone saw the undisguised scales on Cyril's face.

Sully knew best that this was not because Cyril's emotions were out of control, but that he was indirectly showing that even if he existed, and other people could not understand and were unwilling to accept him, Cyril was just Cyril.

Anyone who imposes various statements on him need only question himself.

"It's really beautiful." Sully regained his 5.0 vision. He looked at the dark red scales flashing on Cyril's face from afar, and involuntarily began to model the appearance of Cyril's ancestors in his mind.

Maybe it's a dragon that fits the style of a Western fantasy world very well?

Different from the iconic five-clawed golden dragon before the time travel, this kind of dragon should be closer to the appearance of a dinosaur restored in modern society.

Of course, this refers only to the form.

The gap between a dragon with elemental powers and a dinosaur is the same as the gap between a dinosaur and a suli.

It must be a giant dragon with wings, a body much harder than steel, eyes like ice, and a body color like fire.

She might also have scales on her back that are as sharp as blades, spikes all over her spine, and claws that are sharper than any beast she has ever seen in her memory.

Maybe there is also...

A whip that can destroy a forest with a single swing.

When the model in Suli's mind was accurately established, a large area of ​​forest collapsed in an instant.

The Monster Forest, which was originally dark due to the shadows of the trees, now seemed as bright as day, enjoying the warmth of direct sunlight.

Sully's facial expressions, which were usually well controlled, were out of control for a moment.

His mouth opened wide, his eyes were as round as pearls, and he could hardly contain the shock that came from his heart after seeing what he saw.

"What is that...?"

Although he had just built the model in his mind, when the model was magnified countless times and actually appeared in front of him, Suli was filled with "*＊@＆"****

It was chaos.

The elemental instructor reacted very quickly. He once again surpassed Haiya's hand speed and immediately picked up Suli and ran out of the Monster Forest.

Although they don't know the purpose of this powerful monster whose power cannot be understood by humans, a group of elemental instructors do not think that Sully is necessary to accompany them in the process of exploring the purpose of this monster.

The value of Suli cannot be accurately judged by the evaluation given by Dean Asa. But whether it is Suli solving the problem of human heart from an angle that no one expected, or the understanding in his eyes after everyone panicked when he saw the dragon...

All of this made a group of element instructors believe that the value of Suli can only be confirmed after seeing it with one's own eyes.

In this experience, everyone died here, but Suli had to survive.

Although the idea is extreme, this is what a group of element instructors think.

He immediately took Suli to the outside of the forest.