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In places often harmed by the Evil Mage, it was common for the vulnerable to be drawn in, with parents approving rather than restricting. Thus, while the number of these individuals was not large, it was still significant—about four or so.
In a school of several thousand, they naturally went unnoticed. Yet sometimes, the cries of a few could stir the emotions and will of the many. In a school, in a class, in a dormitory—who didn’t have three or five friends? When they rose to shout for battle, their friends were swept along. One would rally three, those three would influence ten, spreading like a mutated contagion, rapidly passing from person to person.
Initially hesitant, the crowd soon transformed into a fervent and warlike mob. Gradually, thousands began to shout for the eradication of the Evil Mage!
【Danger! Evil Mage is in danger!】
【It’s igniting! The shouts of thousands are incredible; the production team did an amazing job using real extras! I’m pumped!】
【Indeed, what a grand scene! The production team is quite generous; I’m eagerly anticipating rivers of blood!】
People are like this; driven by herd mentality, they easily get carried away. Xu Lie saw through it but chose not to expose it. He glanced at the excited Danmaku students around him and internally scoffed at the notion of rivers of blood. He had invested everything into building the Logistics Base, relying on this group of students for future positive cycles.
These were all productive assets; how could he throw them onto the battlefield as cannon fodder? With that thought in mind, Xu Lie cleared his throat: “Dear students, please rest assured. Tomorrow I will personally be on the battlefield to ensure the safety of each and every one of you.”
He wanted them to face the Evil Mage head-on, to gain practical combat experience and validate what they had learned in magic and combat classes while ensuring their personal safety. Therefore, come tomorrow, there was no need for excessive worry or hesitation—fight fiercely!
With the principal’s words ringing in their ears, the students grew even more fervent, each shout louder than the last! The teachers at Truth School subconsciously regarded Xu Lie as the world’s greatest magician; how could the students feel any differently? It was Xu Lie’s assurance that truly put all their minds at ease.
There exists a calm and rational school of thought, even if it stems from the desire to conform or the fear of being ostracized, that joins in the clamor to eliminate the Evil Mage. Yet, deep down, there remains a sense of worry.
Now, with Xu Lie stepping forward to vouch for them, what is there to worry about? Once they confront the Evil Mage, it will all be over!
Xu Lie patiently allowed a few minutes for the students to roar and express their emotions. Once the atmosphere settled, he let Charles come up to say a few words.
Charles kept it brief, reiterating the teachings from their combat classes: as long as they remembered what he had taught them during lessons. He assured them that by tomorrow, they would ensure that those Evil Mages would not return!
The students grew even more excited, waving their arms in response: "No return! Let the Evil Mages have no return!"
In the end, it was the Daphne Sisters who wrapped things up. The sisters used magic to control peculiar little fruits that automatically made their way into the hands of each upperclassman. These were the fruits of the magical plant Sweet Dream Mist, whose fragrance was potent enough to lull an ordinary person into a sweet sleep for eight hours.
For those with magical powers, however, the effect was diminished; consuming the fruit would guarantee only four hours of sleep. But it would still be a deep and restful slumber.
With a battle likely looming early tomorrow morning, everyone needed to head back and get some rest quickly.
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