s, gathering, flowing, dispersing, and reflecting the night sky, forming an ever-changing watercolor painting.The delicate wood grain on the wall appears even more profound under this kind of light. T...Chapter 219: Ranciere's Theory of Evolution

Mid-November, it's almost winter. {Google Search}

The arrival of the academic delegation from the Royal Academy of Arloran dates back to last Sunday.

The two-week academic visit has now passed ten days.

Ektar's weather was unpredictable, with rain and wind. The campus was swept by a long-awaited strong wind, and the temperature drop was particularly noticeable.

"It's so noisy out here, isn't it"

After school on Wednesday, there were hardly any students picnicking or reading on the grass. They all hurried past, bundled up in their coats, wanting to get back to their dormitories from the classroom as quickly as possible to escape the wind that was messing up their hair and the weather which could possibly rain at any moment.

At the end of the road where students walked, a vast garden of greenery stood. Trees huddled together, their leaves trembling in the wind. Only the old humanities building deep inside remained steadfast against the breeze.

Room 301, Student Union.

Outside the window, a cold wind dances lightly and coldly along the walls, seeking out cracks in the windowsill to invade.

However, within this warm space, heavy curtains and sturdy walls kept out the cold wind and chill, leaving only the cozy feeling of being at home.

Vice Chair Asana was calmly organizing files by the bookshelf, but the Chairman was nowhere to be seen.

The academic visit to the Royal Alolan Academy is nearing its end, and student council business has also become less hectic.

These past few days have finally allowed Headmaster Loren to put his mind at ease. All that remains is to send the surviving students of the Alora Kingdom back home the day after tomorrow, and everything will be fine.

Two people were still on the sofas in the Student Council Room lounge. There was a cup of hot tea and a cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table, enjoying this short moment of peace.

"If that's the case, then just have your ace, Tsvi, get out here already! "

"Impossible! I will never let you disturb my big sister's exam!"

Then you guys enjoy yourselves!

"Ahhhh!"

"…"

Euphemia tilted her head in confusion, her full attention fixed on the magical screen hanging on the wall of the student council room.

On the screen, the audio-visual broadcast of an ongoing artificial world activity taking place within the school is playing.

The current cinematic world being displayed appears to be a laboratory. The transparent bio-chambers surrounding it are filled with horrifying scenes: humans and demons, fixed in place, are brutally ripped apart, twisted, and sewn back together, transformed into nameless taboo creatures.

The central courtyard of the laboratory was a circular arena, with iron chains hanging from the walls. The other ends of these chains were attached to gruesome skeletons, some so decayed they were nothing but bones, as if foreshadowing the fate of the defeated.

In this inescapable arena, the cold light glinted off every muscle line, giving them a metallic sheen. Ten fighters stood ready, each with their own physique, yet every one powerfully built and toned. There was no clang of weapons in this battlefield; instead, the oppressive feeling of bodies colliding replaced it. The dull thunder of bone against bone and muscle resonated through the air.

They are having a five-on-five team match.

However, this was not a battle of equals.

This is clearly a one-sided thrashing.

The mighty warrior charged like a tiger, using his skill and body's flexibility to dodge his opponent's attacks. Then, with his own strength, he took long strides, seized the opportunity, and slammed his opponent heavily to the ground. He followed up with powerful kicks, crushing his foe under his weight, causing spiderweb-like cracks in the earth.

Each successive brutal boom made Huberly's eyebrows twitch.

The party without a chance to fight back had faces twisted in pain and fear.

After watching for a while, the picture seemed to be cut off as if switching to another world of images.

"I was completely beaten on one side."

Heberlian took a sip of hot chocolate, then shook her head with pity and spoke her thoughts.

Although she has demonic blood, giving her a slight instinct for killing, she still finds the fight just now cruel.

Sitting on the same sofa, Lanchi, who was beside her, had been silently reading a book just moments ago and had also briefly glanced up at the arena displayed on the screen.

>Why do people like to fight

Lan Qi still had that aloof attitude, sighing to himself.

Sometimes, having a purposeful fight can be good, as a form of motivation. For example, in school, if there were no competitive relationships at all, everyone might become lazy.

Huebert always thought Lance took things too lightly.

Maybe he just needs some competitiveness to become more normal

"..."

Ranch mused for a moment, then glanced again at the book in his hand.

“I guess education is like that too”

He mumbled.

It seems Huberlian's words just now gave him a sudden realization.

""

Huberly understood her meaning instantly, but a strange feeling of unease settled in his heart.

She bent over and peered at the cover of the book in Ranchi's hands.

This book was borrowed from the ancient library of the Sage's Tower by Ranch on the weekend.

The title reads — "On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection."

Huberlian: "..."

"Above it was written, 'Survival of the fittest.'"

"Lanche explained,"

"No... I don't think things here are quite that harsh..."

After a long silence, Huberlian finally began to speak.

She suspected that Lance would never forget his time at the Inferno Gallery Academy. That guy's educational philosophy was heavily influenced by demons, after all.

The environment in South Continent is relatively peaceful and stable compared to the North Continent, where demons exist more frequently. It has abundant resources, convenient trade and transportation, and there are no areas affected by the aftermath of the failed Ninth-Tier Shadow Realm on land.

Huperlian heard that on the southern coast of the North Continent, within the grand Protosian Empire managed by the Ministry of Education, there existed large institutions with a strict hierarchy and ruthless system of competition. Not only was the competition fierce between students, but it even extended to malicious rivalry, with schools engaging in numerous underhanded tactics.

In comparison, the South Continent campus with its orderly rules and friendly atmosphere is simply a paradise.

Of course, people living in different environments will display different mental states and adaptability. This may also be why Lan Qi suffered greatly during the first day of school at the Iketere Academy by day and was able to directly control lightning at the Purgatory Corridor Academy by night.

No one knows if the northern continent will be more suitable soil for ranching.

Just as Huberlian was struggling with how to delve deeper into this misunderstanding with Lance, the door to the student council room swung open and the student council president walked in.

Monaster's pear wood hair is smooth and dashing, with a kind aura that carries a touch of majesty.

And he was followed by Frey.

It's obvious they just came back from the Knight Academy.

Only when dealing with troublesome matters at the Knights' Court would Monast bring Frey along alone.

(The End)

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