How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Today, Corcy left work earlier than usual.

"call....."

In the attic room, Corsi, wearing long-sleeved pajamas, was kneeling on the wooden floor with her arms outstretched, facing the objects on the floor.

In front of me was a small bathtub without water, inside which was a piece of green gel that bounced around as if it were alive.

It is said to be a product reprocessed from slime fragments, and is very sensitive to magic.

Corcy manipulated the pale green magic emanating from her to continuously shape the gel.

Sometimes it's a sphere, sometimes a cube, and sometimes a cup.

This training started last month, but she just couldn't get it any more refined. However, the process relieved her stress, so she didn't dislike it.

"It's tomorrow, is this level really okay...?"

The training in precise control of magical energy, a method taught by Cass's mysterious teacher, is said to reduce the excessive consumption of one's own magical energy during healing.

very nervous.

Whether we can escape this nightmare depends on tomorrow's duel.

Considering what would happen if she lost, she vaguely knew it wouldn't be a good thing.

Electronic rock music started playing in the room.

Corcy's phone rang, instantly easing her tense nerves and causing the gel to go limp.

"The shop is so busy, is my aunt looking for me?"

She picked up her phone and looked at the marked object—

"Cass?"

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Tomorrow is the day for testing.

After drying his hair and reading a few volumes of the "Lucky Star" comic, Shirley sat on the bed and spread out his pillows.

All the previous efforts and explorations were for the purpose of successfully taking down Cliff tomorrow.

Go on your date without worry the day after tomorrow.

Sirocco is in its best condition.

She refused her sister's invitations to play games, and even when her sister begged her to sleep together, she still wouldn't agree.

I went to bed early at 9:30.

Close your eyes and try to fall asleep within 30 seconds to enter a state of quality sleep.

104. The End of Life

Friday, September 5st.

There are 29 minutes and 11 seconds left until the duel begins.

On a sunny afternoon, the spring sunshine was warm, but the atmosphere inside the room was tense and chilly.

The room at the entrance to the dueling arena.

There are black leather sofas and glass-top tables in the spacious room, where four students and a teacher are snoring on the leather sofa.

The room where players select their duel mode is where their entry agreements and identity verifications are completed.

"You are, what do you mean?"

Brid glared angrily at the man with the rock-like face in front of her, her orange ponytail seemingly about to fly up in anger.

Cliff crossed his arms and said impatiently:

"Duel mode, select 'Real'."

In the duels at the National Explorers Academy, both contestants can choose between "simulation" and "real" duel modes.

During the "simulation," attacks from both sides are affected by the field magic and will not cause fatal injuries, but there is still a possibility of physical shock from the pain.

"Real" means a duel with real guns and bullets. If you die, you die. Have both parties sign a death contract beforehand, choosing cremation or water burial, or preparing a decent coffin.

"This is different from what we agreed on before. 'A safe form'—isn't that just simulated warfare?"

"Yes, if one side dies, the other side will be completely safe, right? You've misunderstood me." Cliff laughed contemptuously.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Bridgman's back.

Fighting against people and fighting against monsters are different concepts.

I could sense the overflowing, uncontrollable magic emanating from him; his strength was perhaps greater than the three of us...

He exudes a strong murderous aura; he would kill us without hesitation.

Brid was used to sparring with people, and she knew very well that taking a life was not a difficult task.

A little more murderous intent, a little less pity, and life is lost.

What she feared wasn't killing Cliff, that scumbag, but rather that Cliff could have a legitimate reason to kill her and her friends.

"So, Cass, are you going to compete or not? Or you guys should just admit defeat already and stop wasting my time."

Cliff ignored Bridgman and looked at Cass.

"Yes, I am. No problem."

"I'm clutching Brid's clothes," Cole said, her voice trembling.

“Corthy..…”

Brid was somewhat surprised by her friend's courage.

"If we can't overcome this hurdle, we'll be filled with dread later. It's better to end it all..."

Colesie hid behind Brid, but her words were strong.

"Yeah, sure."

Cass readily agreed.

“Cass, this is no joke.”

"It's okay, as long as we win, it doesn't matter."

Cass revealed a serene smile.

His smile was quite natural and relaxed, as if Cass wasn't going to fight, but rather to go to the supermarket to buy groceries.

Is it confidence in one's own abilities?

Since things had come to this point, Brid didn't say much more.

"Good answer."

Cliff praised the contract displayed on the terminal screen, pressed his fingerprint on it, and headed to his Red Team lounge.

"That, the newly discovered three-layer map..."

""ah.""

If Colesie hadn't brought it up, Cass and Brid would have forgotten about it—the reward Cliff had promised for beating him.

However, the lounge door was closed, and it felt strange to ask Cliff now.

"It's not too late to ask after the duel. We have Professor Pris as our witness, and he won't go back on his word."

"Eh... Ah... You're done talking? Then sign the papers... Hurry up and get ready, the duel starts at 12:30..."

Priss, as if waking from a dream, lay on the leather sofa and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

All three signed the contract and headed to the Blue Team's lounge.

"It's okay, just cooperate with me, nothing will happen," Cass reassured him.

"The plan you mentioned yesterday...."

Brid lowered her eyes, then quickly opened them, her gaze unwavering.

"Alright. Anyway, this isn't the first time we've gambled with our lives. Going into the dungeon was always a death sentence. This time, it's just that the monsters have been replaced by humans."

After Brid finished speaking, she and Cole went to the girls' preparation room.

Cass waved to the two of them and prepared to head to the boys' preparation room.

"Cass... It's okay to lose... Surrendering when you can't win isn't shameful... Only those who survive have... a voice..."

A lazy, languid voice came from behind.

Cass gave a helpless, bitter smile:

"Thank you for reminding me, Ms. Priss. Not just for Brid, Corcy, and everyone in the class. I never wanted to lose, and I don't like losing."

Cass entered the preparation room without hesitation.

“...Oh...just like your mom...haha..."