Upon hearing Viktor's words, everyone fell into a moment of reverie.
They were immersed in the world of this instance, just like students.
No one can influence you; everyone can become the protagonist in the dungeon world.
They can actually communicate with the virtual humans in the instance and experience all sorts of different lives.
These are things that everyone dreams of.
"What is freedom? This is what I'm about to tell you."
At that moment, Victor snapped his fingers.
The world around them changed again, bringing them into a completely new world.
A street was constructed from space, and a freshman stepped into a shop on the side of the street.
Judging from his family crest and clothing, he is a young master from a noble family.
"That must be... the young master of the Trauss family."
Someone recognized the child and whispered it out.
One of the patriarchs of the Trauss family watched with delight as her child performed.
But after a long time, his expectations were dashed, and his child caused him to lose all face.
A series of smashing sounds came from inside the shop, and then the arrogant young master was thrown out of the shop while shouting incoherently.
When the adults of the Trauss family saw their child being thrown out, their faces flushed red, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. They thought to themselves:
'Oh no, I've spoiled this kid rotten. I hope he doesn't do anything embarrassing now!'
Now, all the parents around are watching; it's practically a public execution.
But what's meant to happen will happen.
The young man struggled to his feet, mumbling incoherently as if he were eating something.
"You dare to dine and dash!"
The two demi-human shop assistants left the richly dressed young man on the street, speaking with disdain.
The young master swallowed the meat chop in his mouth, wiped the sweat from his brow, stood up, dusted himself off, and bared his teeth as he yelled at the shopkeeper:
"So what if I ate and dashed at your place? It's not like I'm not going to pay!"
"I already said, when I get home, you can have as much money as you want!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his mouth was constantly spraying out bits of meat because he was so excited.
"Besides, what right do you demi-humans have to take my money!"
Several catgirl shop assistants looked at him with disdain, then turned and went into the shop, slamming the door shut and hanging up the "Closed" sign.
The young nobleman had completely lost his composure and continued to hurl insults at the shopkeeper, ignoring the passersby.
But he didn't know that his father was right beside him, his old face flushed.
Please excuse my poor performance.
The young master was turned away and became furious, so he started punching and kicking the shop.
An old woman slowly approached him and said with a smile:
"Child, could you help me carry this bag of flour home?"
"I will give you the appropriate compensation."
The other onlookers immediately became interested.
They pretty much understood it.
This seemed to be just like the kind of commission that Her Highness the Princess had encountered before, guiding the students in this fantastical world and preventing them from wandering aimlessly.
The old woman looked at the young master of the Triss family with a kind smile, her eyes full of expectation.
"I'm too old, my back and legs aren't up to par, I can't support something this big anymore."
Logically speaking, such a task would be a piece of cake for a young and strong man.
But after all, they had witnessed the previous terrible attitude of this young master of the Triss family.
Therefore, the audience is also looking forward to it.
Faced with such a commission, what action will he choose to take?
As expected, this young master did not disappoint them.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old woman with disdain.
"You? You want me to move your things for you?"
"Don't you want to know who I am? What kind of nobleman helps a commoner?!"
He looked at the old woman with an arrogant expression, then snorted, waved his hand, and left.
Upon seeing this, the adults all burst into laughter.
The head of the Triss family blushed crimson, wishing he could disappear into the ground.
"I'll have to give that brat a good talking-to when we get home!"
Dean Rachel watched the entire process.
The furrowed brows that had been there before now relaxed.
He realized it.
In this alternate world, he can see a person's true character when they are in a state of complete freedom.
Although morality is not the foundation for becoming a mage.
However, within the Council of Mages, morality is the most essential standard.
After all, a mage's power is too great, and without sufficient virtue, one cannot guarantee the control of that power.
Then, it is highly likely that, like that dark archmage, one will lose one's true nature and ultimately be sealed in the mage's capital—Endymion.
The true purpose of morality is to ensure that even if a mage gains immense power, he will not lose his true self.
Don't underestimate Viktor; he's an exception.
The significance of the 'copy' is too great; its contribution is no less than that of the invention of the magic lamp.
With his invention of the copy system, Viktor was more than capable of securing a foothold in the Mage Council.
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