CHAPTER - 78
Dav: Are you sure you want to transfer them at this time?
The International Academy Tournament will take place soon, and I wouldn’t want to take away American talents, especially the son of the top hero.
Azrael: (Raising an eyebrow, amused expression) Who? Those slackers?
They wouldn’t even participate, and if they did, they’d be crushed instantly by their limited mindset and lack of experience.
(Serious for a moment) That’s why I want you to test them, to make them feel hell.
If they can qualify, fine.
If not, they won’t even make it to the national tournament and will end up being labeled as nothing more than the children of high-ranking figures.
Not that I care much, but I’d like to see them actually put in some effort.
Dav: (Sighing) Changing the subject...
Shall we go meet this great mage? I can’t stay away for too long, or those slackers at the academy will get too relaxed.
Azrael: (Laughs) Alright! Follow me.
Dav: (Looking at Azrael with an amused expression) On second thought…
let’s do it tomorrow, okay? It’s late.
Isabella: (With a gentle smile) Follow me, I’ll show you your room for the night.
Dav: (Nodding) If it’s not a problem, I’ll gladly accept.
The Next Day
Azrael: (Knocking on the door) Buddy, we have to go.
(Thinking to himself) I don’t think he can hear me…
I’ll just wake him up directly.
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(Entering) Hey, buddy...
(Worried) Buddy, what’s wrong?! Why are you shaking so much and not waking up?!
(Shouting) Darling, come here, now!!
Isabella: (Panting) Honey, what’s going—?!
(Eyes wide in fear) Why is his aura so dark, and why is he trembling?!
(Concerned) What do we do?
Azrael: (Placing his hands around Dav’s head) Brother, what’s happening?!
Dav: (Speaking in his sleep) Azrael, nooo...
Azrael: (Shouting) Call Solomon immediately and bring that old man here right now, darling!
Isabella: (Rushing out) Right away!
(Calling Solomon) Sir, this is an emergency! Come immediately!
Narrator: Ten agonizing minutes passed before Solomon arrived.
As he hurried in with Isabella at his side, his face turned pale the moment he sensed the overwhelming aura filling the room.
Solomon Whitmore: (Worried) What is all this?!
That boy! Is he the legendary hero?!
(Shouting) We must take him to that room immediately, no time to waste!
Narrator: Quickly, they used teleportation magic to transport Dav to a magical tower.
A few minutes later, they were far from Azrael’s house and had arrived at the tower.
Solomon: (Pointing forward) Put him inside and seal the room immediately—something is about to come out of him, I can feel it!
Azrael: (Biting his lip while placing Dav inside) Please, hang in there...
Solomon: (Hurriedly pressing buttons and chanting a spell) This should be enough!
The room is reinforced with the skin of the boss from ten years ago—it won’t be easy to break.
(Looking at the monitor, shouting) Step back!!
Narrator: They all watched from outside as a dark, hellish aura erupted from Dav’s body.
He clenched his face, screaming.
A part of his aura was released, making the entire tower tremble and triggering alarms for a potential Calamity.
With anger and sorrow, Azrael observed, clenching his fists as he watched his friend in that state, pressing his hand against the glass.
The aura kept pouring out, and the Calamity level had already surpassed SSS+.
Even Solomon was terrified.
The aura intensified as Dav, kneeling on the ground, screamed Azrael and Isabella’s names.
Azrael immediately opened the door and embraced Dav, who was in that pitiful state, a black streak running across his face—vanishing the moment Azrael held him, while Azrael’s skin began to burn.
Once the aura was fully released,
Azrael carried him in his arms and brought him to a room where he could rest and recover.
Many Hours Later
Dav: (With a painful headache) Hey, what happened?
I feel really exhausted… and I had a terrible nightmare…
Azrael: (Smiling) Nothing serious, buddy! You were sleeping too much, so to not waste time, I just brought you directly to the magic tower. AHAHAH.
Narrator: Azrael told him nothing, and no one else spoke about it.
He immediately understood that it wasn’t truly Dav, but something inside him…
similar to what happened during the duel.
Azrael: (Thinking while looking at Dav) Something black was coming out of his scars? Was it just his aura?
For now, he’s recovered thanks to Solomon…
(Looking at Dav with a forced smile) Shall we go meet this mage, then? But first, you need to eat something!
Isabella: (Entering the room, looking at her husband) You bastard, you sat there for hours and didn’t even peel an apple or bring him something sweet?
What kind of friend are you?!
Azrael: (Amused, looking at Dav) Isn’t my wife adorable? She worries so much, AHAHAH.
Isabella: (Grabbing Azrael by the ear) Get lost!
(Sits down and starts peeling an apple) Here, Dav, eat this—it’ll do you good!
Dav: (Thoughtful) Why do they seem so tense?
(Reaching out to Isabella) Thank you very much… I was feeling hungry.
END OF CHAPTER - 78
