Even disregarding his actual abilities, his incredible invention alone is enough to secure him a place in the Mage Council.
At this moment, the young master of the Tris family was still wandering aimlessly.
Just as he had predicted, Victor continued:
"In this world, you are truly free; you can do whatever you want."
"You can lift up someone's skirt at will."
Young Master Triss walked down the street, leering at the young women passing by him with a lewd expression.
He then chuckled and lifted the skirt of a woman standing by the roadside.
This caused a stir and gasps of surprise.
"They could even rob you."
Young Master Triss burst into a general store, grabbed all sorts of fruits and snacks, stuffed them into his arms, and ran away in a flash.
Watching the departing strangers, the elf shopkeeper could only angrily issue a warning from afar, her delicate voice tinged with resentment:
"You little brat! Don't let me see you again!"
Victor's voice had not yet stopped.
"You can even sit on a park bench, idly gazing at the sky, and start daydreaming."
"That's right, the benches here are for sitting down."
The Tris family sat on a park bench, devouring the stolen food in one gulp. They then lay back on the bench, crossed their legs, and stared blankly at the sky.
"Where exactly is this place?"
Not far away, his father was glaring at him angrily with a dark expression on his face.
Everything the prophecies came true.
At that moment, Victor gently waved his hand, and the street gradually blurred, and everything around him became dreamlike.
Space shattered piece by piece, then floated up all around, forming countless images.
This scene depicts countless new students participating in the assessment.
They can see the activities of every new student.
Some people might urinate in the garden, while others might be helping others catch dogs or chase chickens.
A student was stopped by a woman who was crying.
The grieving woman told him that her child had been kidnapped by bad people and begged him to help rescue her child.
But the freshman simply pushed up his glasses, pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, and casually suggested it to the woman.
"Want to play a game of cards?"
The woman froze for a moment, her tears stopped, and then she enthusiastically gave a thumbs-up in response:
"Great! I'm the best card player in town!"
The two then sat down on the ground and began playing cards face to face.
"..."
This is too much freedom.
Everything here seems to be divided into different worlds, and everyone is in this space.
It was as if everyone lived in a different world.
Many parents and media reporters began to envy these new students, who were able to play to their hearts' content in this novel dungeon world.
That's right, for these adults, this assessment was just for fun.
Real life is tiring enough; it would be quite interesting to have a completely free world to pass the time.
Victor snapped his fingers again, drawing everyone's attention:
"The new students' assessments will keep them going, but now it's time for us to experience something else."
The surrounding scenery shifted again, and the entire town began to crumble in an instant.
Then, the rubble miraculously reassembled from the air.
A huge and terrifying arena suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.
Sometime later, they found themselves sitting in the stands of the arena, looking down at the arena below.
Even they themselves didn't know when they had become spectators.
Viktor stood in the center, looking at the tattered flags fluttering around him and the scorching sandstorms constantly rising, yet he seemed detached from it all.
Hands in pockets, expression calm.
Countless people have begun to have doubts.
What does Viktor want to do?
Just then, the sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and lightning flashed rapidly between the clouds.
A fierce gust of wind swirled violently in the center of the arena, whipping up scorching sand and bone-chilling heat.
A deep roar echoed from above the dark clouds, reaching everyone's ears. The intense air currents and powerful majesty exerted immense pressure on everyone present.
The colossal blue form pierced through the crackling, flashing lightning, its blue hue constantly illuminating the gloomy clouds like shooting stars streaking across the sky.
The enormous dragon horns burst forth from the clouds, with lightning and thunder echoing around them and spreading into the surrounding air.
Sparks flew everywhere, as if the entire air resonated with them.
At this moment, the Storm Dragon appeared completely above the arena, stunning the entire audience.
Rachel stared in astonishment at the enormous thing above him, his face filled with disbelief.
Isn't that the Storm Dragon King who died at Viktor's hands?! How could it be here?
Everyone present stared wide-eyed at Victor standing in the center of the arena, their faces filled with shock.
Victor's black trench coat billowed wildly in the wind, like a ghost dancing in the night.
Several dazzling arrays suddenly lit up around him, with complex runes flashing around them and intricate patterns connecting the arrays.
Even without touching it, one can already feel its chilling magic.
The formation, like a passageway in the wind, extended outwards in waves, only to be completely pierced by a beam of light, linking it to Viktor's body.
“Now,” Victor’s voice echoed throughout the arena.
"The show has begun."
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