During the time when Srilan disappeared, Oswald did try to seek help from the system, but the result made him discouraged.
The system seemed to have malfunctioned and could not even detect the other party's existence. He was like a blind man touching an elephant, with no idea where Srilan was going.
This person seemed to have been wiped out by the world, disappearing without a trace.
Now, absorbing the dragon clan is prominently listed on his task list, but it has become an empty talk that cannot be accomplished.
Dragons were hard to find, and he seemed to be stuck in a vicious cycle.
He had asked the system to skip this task countless times, but the response he received was always cold and firm: "Impossible, the task cannot be skipped."
His strength was neither enough to amaze others nor enough to make him feel awkwardly stuck in a position where he was neither up nor down.
Facing the strong, he is powerless to compete; but compared with ordinary people, he seems too outstanding.
This situation made him feel crazy and upset.
However, there is a side quest on his to-do list, which is to make Sriram his female companion so that he can absorb her magic power.
After all, Srilan's favorability has reached 100%. For such a person with "dog-licking" attributes, no matter what request he makes, Srilan will gladly accept it.
But now, all this has come to nothing.
Song Jiao sat aside, looking at the crazy middle school boy on the system screen, and couldn't help feeling a little sarcastic in her heart.
Both roads were blocked. What else could he do now? He couldn't fly anymore, right?
After being tortured for a month, Srilan finally couldn't bear it anymore and chose to commit suicide.
Her tongue was the only part of her body that Song Jiao left her able to move, so she bit her tongue to commit suicide!
This requires great courage.
Song Jiao just glanced at him indifferently and ordered the head maid to throw the man out.
When the Oswed system announced Sriram's death, he went completely crazy.
He smashed everything he could, muttering to himself, "Why is this happening? Why?" The dragon is gone, and neither are the people who were on the side quest.
Apart from that stupid woman who would help him without reservation, no one else would care about his life or death.
Now, he had to conquer a new character, but God knew how long it would take.
Soon, the college's annual graduation competition began.
This competition is not only a test of the students' strength, but also a critical moment that determines their future destiny.
According to regulations, if students who are admitted on an exceptional basis fail to obtain a good ranking in this competition, they will face the serious consequence of being expelled from the academy.
Song Jiao stood in front of the bulletin board, carefully studying the academy's rules, with a faint smile on her lips.
Her gaze lingered on the rules for a moment, and she secretly thought to herself: If the male protagonist meets her in the semi-finals, won't his ranking be firmly in the middle?
Thinking of this, a cunning gleam flashed in her eyes.
The next day, the competition venue was set up in a spacious and bright auditorium, and the atmosphere was tense and warm.
Everyone's family and relatives came to watch the game and cheer for their children.
The one who came from the royal family was the original owner's brother Fres. As His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, his appearance naturally drew cheers.
This time, he not only had to cheer for his sister, but also had to choose a powerful princess for himself. Therefore, all the girls present were dressed up beautifully, and each of them tried their best to win the favor of the prince.
Fress sat beside Song Jiao, his eyes filled with doting. "You know how angry Father and Mother were when they found out about the bet you made without permission? Luckily you won! Otherwise, they'd be pissed to death." His words carried a hint of blame, but more of it was concern.
Song Jiao just smiled faintly, then changed the subject: "Brother, you should remember the maid beside me, right? Srilan?"
"Srilan? I haven't seen her for a long time." Fres looked around Song Jiao and did not find the familiar figure. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"This person tricked me into making a bet with that person. If it weren't for the wrong situation, she would have succeeded. That person is her childhood sweetheart." Song Jiao said lightly, but there was a barely perceptible chill in her tone.
This piqued Fress's interest. "Oh? That person wants to compete today too?"
He actually wanted to know who the person was who dared to plot against the royal family.
"Brother, just wait and see." After saying that, Song Jiao stood up and walked gracefully to the backstage, ready to start her competition.
The first batch, the competition to select 100 from 200, will begin soon.
The first game is a free competition, and the winner will advance directly.
Song Jiao's movements were clean and neat, and she successfully advanced in almost two moves, which amazed the audience present.
The second round of 100 to 50 competition adopted a draw format.
When Song Jiao drew Oswald's name, the whole venue was boiling.
The fight between these two people undoubtedly became the biggest highlight of the game.
After all, the conflict between them was known to the whole school.
"Haha, this is truly God's will! Now, we're going to have a good look at this wonderful show!"
"That's right, Your Highness the Princess and Oswald, this is a fateful duel!"
The audience's discussions were endless, and they all looked forward to this competition to bring a visual feast.
Osvid stood on the ring, his eyes fixed on Song Jiao opposite him, with an indescribable astonishment and uneasiness in his heart.
He never expected to encounter such a powerful opponent in the midfield, which undoubtedly put him in an unprecedented predicament.
Facing Song Jiao, he knew that he had no chance of winning at all, and anxiety spread in his heart like wildfire.
"System, you must help me this time, otherwise I will really stop here." Osvid anxiously asked the system for help, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
He knew that the 50 to 25 competition was the key to his getting a better arrangement. If he fell at this moment, he wouldn't even be able to reach the threshold of the Knights Templar.
However, the system's response was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his hope.
"I'm sorry, host. I can't help you beyond the mission. Besides, you haven't completed the mission in 59 days. You have one more day left. If you fail to complete it, you will be punished." The system's voice was cold and ruthless, as if reminding Osvid that it needed useful people, not useless ones.
Waste has no employment value.
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Oswald's heart.
He felt a surge of despair, but it was soon replaced by a wave of reluctance.
"I couldn't beat this woman last time, and I definitely won't be able to this time! If you really don't help me, then there's no chance of winning!" Osvid roared in his heart, his voice filled with anxiety and helplessness. He knew that if the system didn't lend a hand, he would face a battle with no chance of winning.
However, the system's silence seemed to be his final judgment.
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