{"id":3402,"date":"2025-09-28T09:15:08","date_gmt":"2025-09-28T09:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/novel.mdtaal-aminii.my.id\/?p=3402"},"modified":"2025-09-28T09:15:08","modified_gmt":"2025-09-28T09:15:08","slug":"dark-magus-returns-chapter-1407-a-record-set-read-dark-magus-returns-chapter-1407-a-record-set-online-all-page-novel-bin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/novel.mdtaal-aminii.my.id\/?p=3402","title":{"rendered":"Dark Magus Returns #Chapter 1407: A Record Set – Read Dark Magus Returns Chapter 1407: A Record Set Online – All Page – Novel Bin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Chapter 1407: A Record Set<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rules had been made crystal clear to everyone, and the students were practically buzzing with excitement, eager to step into the portal. Their teachers stood close by, offering last-minute advice and reminders. Some instructors reassured them, saying it would feel similar to the training they\u2019d already been through, challenging but familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Others warned that this might be slightly different from the portal expeditions they were used to. The structure, the pacing, even the energy of the dimensions could shift depending on how the trials were constructed. And then, there were teachers who focused on only one thing, safety.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t take unnecessary risks,\u201d they said. \u201cKeep your wits about you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, no one seemed overly concerned, not for students of this caliber. These were the elite, the best each academy had to offer. And besides, the competition wasn\u2019t about surviving the hardest dimension. It was about speed. About who could clear their challenge faster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a friendly competition, after all\u2026 or at least that was how it had been advertised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Though rare, there were stories, students who pushed too hard, made one wrong move, took it too far\u2026 and never came back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStill,\u201d Panla said with a confident smile, addressing the group one last time, \u201cwhat can we really say to you guys at this point?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The transfer students stood before her, calm and collected, prepared for what was to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve talked about this already, haven\u2019t we?\u201d she continued. \u201cI don\u2019t think you really need any luck. Not after everything you\u2019ve been through.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She paused, her gaze drifting across their faces, each one hardened by trials they had already endured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd besides,\u201d she added with a grin, \u201cwe already decided what\u2019s going to happen, right? All I can say is, go out there and crush it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The minute had finally passed. All the portals began to shimmer, glowing with swirling energy before stabilizing into solid gateways. One by one, the students walked through, confident in their abilities and committed to their strategies. They stepped through with purpose, heads high, ready to make their mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, the students from the Central Academy wore smug smiles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not going to take this lightly,\u201d Kayzel said, his voice calm but sharp. \u201cLet\u2019s show them the difference between the Central Academy and everyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His fellow students nodded, their eyes gleaming with fierce determination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then, in the blink of an eye, all of them were gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each and every one had disappeared into the dimensions beyond. And now\u2026 the waiting began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Currently, there was no technology advanced enough to live-stream what occurred inside the portals. There were no drones, no magical surveillance. Nothing could broadcast from within a dimension. All they could do was record what happened and play it back later for review.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was part of the design.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This event had been scheduled early in the competition for a reason, it was meant to build suspense. To create anticipation. To make the crowd lean forward in their seats, desperate to see what had taken place inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the perfect introduction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By watching the results from these dimension challenges, the guests, judges, and spectators would get their first real glimpse into the strength of each academy. And from there, they would begin to anticipate the matchups and outcomes of future events.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To build even more excitement, there was a special segment prepared just for the audience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A presentation showcasing each of the students who had entered the portals, highlighting their names, faces, backgrounds, and notable accomplishments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Each image was paired with a short summary, a voiceover listing their achievements and potential. It was a spotlight, a celebration, and a subtle warning to their rivals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The principals of each academy had submitted their notes in advance, highlighting their expectations for the upcoming event. While the students entered the portals and their challenges began, another system had quietly gone live, one designed to involve everyone present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A voting platform had been set up, allowing attendees to cast predictions for the final rankings of the academies. Each person could select which academy they believed would place first, second, third\u2026 all the way down to last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t just for fun, either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The more accurate someone\u2019s predictions were, the greater the reward. Power stones, precious, tradable resources, were granted in higher numbers based on how close one\u2019s rankings were to the final results.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It turned the competition into a full-fledged event, not just for the students, but for the crowd as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The entire venue buzzed with energy as people eagerly submitted their choices, whispering, debating, and second-guessing themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even the principals themselves were getting in on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI see everyone went for the safe bets,\u201d Ibarin remarked, glancing over the votes with a smirk. \u201cThey\u2019ve all placed our Central Academy in first, followed by their own respective academies in second.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few of the other principals chuckled at that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe all know the Central Academy is a level above the rest,\u201d one of them admitted with a shrug. \u201cIt\u2019s no shame in acknowledging it. Our students need someone to chase after, something to reach for.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then one voice cut through with something unexpected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHold on a second,\u201d Principal Wilton spoke up. \u201cBefore you lump us all together, I\u2019ll have you know that I voted for Wilton Academy to take first place this year.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Several heads turned, eyebrows raised. And then\u2026 laughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh, we\u2019ve all done that before,\u201d one principal said, shaking his head. \u201cBack in our first year here, we all had a bit of academy pride. But year after year, the results haven\u2019t changed. And from what I hear, the Central Academy has some of the strongest students it\u2019s ever seen this time around. Betting against them is just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2026foolish,\u201d another principal finished. \u201cWe\u2019re educators. Dreaming is for students. We deal in facts.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ibarin gave a small shrug and a smile. \u201cStill, I don\u2019t mind. It makes things more exciting when there\u2019s a bit of boldness in the mix. But I must ask, Wilton, what\u2019s changed so drastically this year that you\u2019re willing to go all in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere have been some\u2026 rather interesting developments,\u201d Wilton replied, eyes gleaming with quiet confidence. \u201cI believe all of us are in for a surprise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The other principals chuckled politely, but none of them took him seriously. In fact, more than a few believed he was being reckless. Going against the Central Academy\u2019s dominance, and worse, not voting for them, could very well sour things with Ibarin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And no one wanted to get on his bad side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the other side of the portals, in the heart of the newly accessed dimension, Raze stepped through along with the others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The transition was smooth, and the world around them was vastly different, foreign terrain stretched out in every direction. Time seemed to pause as they adjusted to the new space, but the team didn\u2019t waste long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All eyes quickly turned to one person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo\u2026 what\u2019s the plan?\u201d Chiba asked, her tone direct but curious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raze tilted his head slightly. \u201cYou wanted me to clear this place as fast as possible, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Piba answered, nodding. \u201cThat\u2019s what we agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo doubt,\u201d Chiba added. \u201cWe\u2019re not going back on our word.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cVery well,\u201d Raze replied calmly. \u201cAll of you, kill as many beasts as quickly as you can. Don\u2019t waste time collecting power stones.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned, eyes sharp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going straight for the Dimensional Boss. That\u2019s the fastest way to finish this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The group tensed slightly at the command, but no one questioned it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chiba, however, frowned. The strategy seemed reckless, even naive. There had only been a handful of times in past assessments where taking out the Dimensional Boss was even considered a viable tactic. And in those instances, the event had allowed for a longer time limit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Since then, the organizers had shortened the event duration significantly to prevent exactly this kind of shortcut. The rule allowing teams to clear a dimension by defeating the boss was still technically in place, but only as a formality, a relic of the old structure. No one had pulled it off in years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But it was considered impractical. Unrealistic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cQuestion!\u201d Liam said suddenly, raising his hand like they were back in class. \u201cSince no one\u2019s watching us in here and the dimension isn\u2019t being broadcast live\u2026 does that mean we can use everything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Raze answered simply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that one word changed everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In an instant, the Wilton students bore witness to something unbelievable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dame, Beatrix, Liam, and Safa unleashed their full strength. No restraints. No limits. No holding back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They poured out all of their Qi, channeled every ounce of power they had at their disposal, and tore through the beasts swarming the dimension.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Enemy after enemy fell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their speed, coordination, and raw force were unlike anything the others had seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moze could hardly believe his eyes. \u201cIs it just me, or\u2026 when we saw them use their powers in the last dimension\u2026 they weren\u2019t going all out?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think you\u2019re right,\u201d Chiba said, equally stunned. \u201cThis\u2026 this is them going all in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beasts were shredded. Explosions of Qi echoed through the landscape. Energy whipped through the air, shaking the very dimension they were in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And while all of this was happening, Raze stood still, his body radiating pressure, his Qi rising with each breath. He was building it all up, gathering strength for the final strike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He knew what was coming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Any moment now, the Dimensional Boss would appear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ll take it out in one shot, Raze thought, narrowing his eyes. And we\u2019ll clear this place faster than anyone\u2019s ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Back outside, in the main arena, the audience remained unaware of what was unfolding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The student introductions were still playing on screen, glowing profiles, fun facts, and past accomplishments being recited with dramatic flair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten minutes had passed since the portals had opened, and everyone was relaxing, casually enjoying food and drinks while waiting for the first updates to roll in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s when someone noticed something strange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey\u2026 hey, look at that! Isn\u2019t the portal\u2026 shimmering a bit? The color, it\u2019s changed slightly, hasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People leaned forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once a Dimensional Boss was defeated, no new participants could enter that particular dimension. While it took a bit of time for the portal to close entirely, its glow began to shift, a subtle signal that the challenge had ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo way,\u201d someone said, blinking in disbelief. \u201cThat can\u2019t be right. That\u2019s way too fast. Something must be wrong with the display, \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then gasps rippled through the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All ten Wilton Academy students emerged from the portal, one after another, their expressions calm, unbothered. The entire stadium went silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The portal\u2019s energy continued to flicker behind them, its shimmer slowly fading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe portal\u2019s been cleared,\u201d Raze said plainly, stepping forward and tossing a glowing crystal toward the stunned assessor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd here\u2019s the proof.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the boss crystal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s all it had taken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ten minutes to clear an entire dimension, a feat no academy had ever accomplished at one of these events.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

History had just been rewritten.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 1408: Crushing Expectations<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

When the guests saw the Wilton Academy students emerge from the portal, a wave of confusion rippled through the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The time since the event had begun was relatively short, far too short for anyone to believe they had completed the task. A single thought began spreading among the observers like wildfire:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did they just enter and immediately search for the exit portal?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That couldn\u2019t be right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone knew that the entrance and the exit were placed in completely different locations. The event\u2019s nature had been carefully explained, and the Central Academy had issued specific instructions to every participating school about where the exit portal would be located.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This event was timed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only the powerstones submitted before the official end of the event would be counted toward the final score.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, there was an option to “bank” powerstones halfway through the event, teams could leave early, submit what they had, and avoid the risk of being too late. But while this was a safer strategy, it was almost never used. After all, even if they submitted early, they\u2019d lose precious time that could\u2019ve been used to gather more stones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Besides, if their total wasn\u2019t counted due to being late, the spectators could still judge a team\u2019s strength by the number of powerstones they handed in. Playing it safe was seen as weak. Most schools avoided that route entirely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, rules existed to cover edge cases, and this was quickly shaping up to be one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They exited that early? Are they really trying to play it safe?” one guest scoffed. “They\u2019ll never win that way.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, look at the screen!” another pointed, eyes wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the large monitor above the arena, text began to scroll. The official record had been updated. A time stamp appeared, clear, undeniable proof that the portal had closed. The system, connected directly to the event\u2019s monitoring equipment, confirmed the result.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dimensional boss had been defeated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence gripped the room for a beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Wait… what?” someone finally whispered. “Does that mean the Central Academy didn\u2019t win?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This has to be rigged,” a noble scoffed, slamming his fist on the railing. “There\u2019s no way Wilton beat them fairly! They must\u2019ve been handed an easy dungeon, or someone inside\u2019s already a high-star mage who took out the boss instantly!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You fool,” another growled. “This entire event was organized by the Central Academy themselves. Why would they rig it for another school? And to say someone cheated while the Central Academy was monitoring the whole thing? That\u2019s an insult.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But if what you\u2019re saying is true,” someone else said, voice shaky, “and they didn\u2019t cheat… then Wilton just shattered all the records. What kind of students do they even have?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In truth, Raze hadn\u2019t bothered collecting crystals or powerstones at all. To get the fastest time, they had gone directly for the dimensional boss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even if someone questioned their methods, the proof was undeniable. The boss\u2019s crystal was their evidence. And since the Central Academy had verified that all dimensions were equal in difficulty, they could cross-reference the crystal to confirm it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Besides, the dimension assigned to Wilton was relatively low-level. The powerstones were essentially worthless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are we free to go?” Raze asked flatly, standing at the edge of the platform.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The event assessor was stunned. He didn\u2019t know how to respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The plan had always been simple: let all students exit the portals before declaring the winner. But now, only one group had returned, and the others wouldn\u2019t be done for quite a while. What were they supposed to do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before the assessor could even form a reply, Raze turned on his heel and began walking away, back toward the portal from which they had originally entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It\u2019s better this way,” Raze said quietly, though the others, teachers included, heard him clearly. “We don\u2019t want them asking too many questions. We\u2019ll come and go, destroy every expectation they have of us… before they can even respond.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a subtle tap of his foot, a hidden magic circle beneath the floor activated. Invisible to the eye, but not to Raze, who had noted it earlier, it began to glow faintly. The ground opened up beneath them, revealing a passage that led back to their preparation room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And just like that, they were gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The guests remained seated, stunned, unsure of how to react. In the end, the hosts had no choice but to continue the event as originally planned. They resumed coverage of the other students still trapped within the dimensions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But something had shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crowd wasn\u2019t cheering anymore. The buzz was gone. Excitement had drained from the room like blood from a wound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Almost everyone had bet on the Central Academy to come out on top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now, all those bets had already been lost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Worse still, when people asked for details on the Wilton students, trying to learn who they were, their ranks, achievements, anything, there was next to nothing available.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not just for the transfer students. Even the ranked Wilton students had blank profiles. No affiliations, no notable records, no public accomplishments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Central Academy, the proud organizers of the event, had been blindsided. An academy they hadn\u2019t even bothered to research had shown up and utterly humiliated them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually, forty-five minutes passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a shimmer in one of the remaining portals, and the Central Academy students stepped out, Kayzel leading them at the front.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Haha! I can\u2019t wait to see their faces!” Bones cheered. “Since the new rules were introduced, no one\u2019s ever managed to defeat the dimensional boss in time. Not a single group, until now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“And for the first time ever, the Central Academy pulls it off!” another student added, grinning wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They all wore victorious smiles, standing tall and proud… until they noticed something strange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crowd wasn\u2019t cheering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were no thunderous claps. No excited whispers. Just silence, confusion, and the occasional sideways glance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Wait… why isn\u2019t anyone reacting?” one student muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They looked left. They looked right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

None of the other teams had emerged yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which meant they had no idea…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They weren\u2019t first.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 1409: \u201cUnmatched\u201d<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

For a brief moment, the scoreboard displaying Wilton Academy\u2019s score had vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone in the arena had seen the result, if only for a short time. But as the event assessors worked to confirm the data, they had taken it down, sparking a wave of uncertainty among the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There had been no official statement yet, no word on whether the results were genuine, or if there had been foul play involved. No confirmation, no denial. Just silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which was exactly why the Central Academy students were so confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They had accomplished a historic first. They expected a thunderous reaction, applause, at the very least some respect. Instead, they were met with awkward glances and murmurings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did something happen?” Nannan asked, turning to the Central Academy professor who stood beside them. Like Panla and the others, he was serving as their representative for the event.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think it\u2019s best we wait until the official announcement is made,” the professor replied, though his voice lacked conviction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The students exchanged uncertain looks. Nothing made sense. Had they missed something?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the final ten minutes of the event ticked down, students from the other academies began emerging from their portals. Unlike the Central Academy group, these teams were handing in their collected powerstones to their teachers, who in turn passed them to the event assessor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The assessor dropped each set of stones into a transparent container by his side, an enchanted one that automatically counted and logged the stones by group.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time passed. Then, the last few seconds vanished from the clock. The first event had officially come to an end.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Haha! Would you look at that?” Ponzo laughed from the Central Academy\u2019s side. “Wilton\u2019s students didn\u2019t even make it out in time! I guess losing their best performers broke them. Looks like they couldn\u2019t handle even a low-tier dimension.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The others around him nodded in agreement, smug and satisfied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I suppose we\u2019ll just have to wait for them to finally show up before the results can be announced,” Nannan commented, arms crossed. “I wonder how long they\u2019re going to take.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then, something unexpected happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The assessor lifted his hand, magic swirling around him as it amplified his voice across the arena.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We will now announce the full results of the first event of the Magical Exchange!” he called out clearly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The crowd blinked in surprise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What about Wilton? They hadn\u2019t come out yet. Why was the announcement being made?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before anyone could ask, the assessor raised both hands, casting another spell. A large magical display flared to life behind him and across the arena\u2019s many viewing screens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The results were in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And just like that, the murmurs stopped. The crowd stared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The scoreboard was crystal clear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wilton Academy sat at the top.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their completion time was listed beside their name, undeniable, unchallenged, and… real.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It confirmed what many had suspected: there was no foul play. Nothing suspicious. The results were legitimate. The Wilton students had completed the task in record time and walked away before anyone else had even come close.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The reaction from the other academies was a mix of shock and disbelief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mouths hung open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some couldn\u2019t blink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Others covered their mouths, unable to hide their expressions of pure astonishment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That… that can\u2019t be right,” Bones stammered. “How is that even possible? No one can finish a dungeon event in ten minutes!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“They must have defeated the dimensional boss,” Rupert said, his tone serious. “That\u2019s the only way. And they must have done it early, finished the whole thing and left before the rest of us were even halfway through.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The truth was sinking in fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The incredible feat the Central Academy thought they had accomplished, it was already outshined. Their triumph paled in comparison to what Wilton Academy had achieved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kayzel, eyes narrowed, turned to Ponzo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“That\u2019s gotta be fake, right?” Ponzo asked. “They had to use some kind of trick. There\u2019s no way that\u2019s real.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It might be,” Rupert said. “But if that\u2019s the case, then they\u2019ve had over an hour to find something, and they haven\u2019t. Which means nothing\u2019s been proven. No evidence. No violations. The result stands.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

All they could do now… was stare at the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first event of the Magical Exchange was over, and the unexpected victor had rewritten every expectation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the guest viewing booth, the academy principals were rising to leave. The event was done, but none of them could walk away without commenting on what they had just witnessed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I told you all you\u2019d be surprised by the results,” Wilton Junior said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I\u2019ll admit, even I didn\u2019t expect things to go this<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

well.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He paused for a moment before continuing, his tone turning thoughtful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think it\u2019s time we start seeing things a little differently. The Central Academy may still lead in many areas, but just like in the past, when some nations began to surpass others in various fields, the same is happening now with academies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“After all, wasn\u2019t that the point of the Magical Exchange? To learn from each other. To grow together as equals?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wilton\u2019s words held truth. That had been the spirit of the Exchange when it was first proposed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But over time, the event had evolved, twisted into a showcase for the Central Academy. It had become a stage to prove why they were the best, why all families should send their children there, why their prestige was unmatched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That illusion had been cracked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well,” Ibarin, the Central Academy Headmaster, said as he stood up, “it certainly was<\/em> a surprise. It\u2019ll be interesting to see how the next few days play out.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One by one, the other principals followed suit and began filing out of the booth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But as Ibarin stepped past the others and moved toward the exit, the smile on his face disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2019What trick did they use…?\u2019<\/em> he thought, his fists clenched tightly behind his back. \u2019How were they able to do something like that? I\u2019ll get to the bottom of this. No one gets away with stealing the spotlight from my academy.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2019The Central Academy is mine. And an attack on it… is an attack on me.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 1410: Beneath the Fireworks<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Even though the main event had come to an end for the day, the festival itself hadn\u2019t stopped. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, and the atmosphere around the academy grounds began to shift. The bustling competitions and magical displays were replaced with a more cheerful and relaxed energy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The activity stalls that once tested magical skills had been transformed into something else entirely, lively food stands and playful game booths, where magic was forbidden. Balloon-popping, ring-tossing, and other classic games took center stage. It finally felt like a true celebration, like everyone was simply there to enjoy a joyous evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The students and guests alike welcomed the change. It was a moment to breathe, to unwind, and to forget the pressure of rankings and performance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the students from Wilton Academy, most of them grabbed some food from the nearby stalls and then made their way straight back to their dorms. Even during the brief walk through the evening crowd, they were constantly being approached by guests, representatives from different factions, organizations, and academies all trying to speak with them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fortunately, the Wilton teachers stepped in, doing their best to shield the students from being overwhelmed. After all, they had felt a little useless during much of the main event, and now this was something they could<\/em> do, something that gave them a sense of control. They were firm, dismissing anyone who tried to get close, and insisted the students be left alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wilton Academy had made quite the impression that day. And while the students were calm on the surface, they knew the attention they had drawn might come with a cost. Other academies would take notice, maybe even target them. To avoid unnecessary trouble and maintain the mystery surrounding what had happened during the event, returning to the dorms was the safest move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As for the students of Central Academy, they were nowhere to be seen during the evening festivities. Most people assumed it was due to their loss. After all, no one wanted to be surrounded by questions after such a defeat, questions about how it happened, how they felt, what went wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Students were still students. Sometimes, when cornered, they lashed out emotionally. It was why the event organizers always tried not to place too much emphasis on the importance of winning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But even then, competition was natural. Rivalry between academies ran deep, and pride was always on the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, the real reason for Central Academy\u2019s absence was something else entirely, they had been summoned to a meeting by the Grand Magus himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inside one of the large chambers, the Central students stood stiffly, nervously waiting as the Grand Magus, Ibarin, observed them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were they about to be scolded for their performance? For what had happened earlier?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It didn\u2019t feel fair. They had achieved something historic, something no previous Central Academy student had ever done. They had defeated the Dimension Boss. The only problem was… someone else had done it faster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don\u2019t look so afraid,” Ibarin said at last, his tone calm yet unsettling. “You did what you could. It seems Wilton Academy has somehow bested us… with some kind of trick. But I haven\u2019t yet figured out what that trick was.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He paused, then added darkly, “When I do, the academy will be punished accordingly.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was more Ibarin wanted to say, but he held back. Because what if there was no trick? What if Wilton simply had talented students this year? He didn\u2019t want to say it out loud, but it was a possibility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, he wanted to prepare for every outcome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“In your opinion,” he began, addressing the group, “to prove that Central Academy is the best, what are the two most important events during the cultural exchange?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I guess… the group battling event, and maybe the… one-on-one event,” Bones replied, his voice a bit shaky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Originally, he had considered answering the Dimension-clearing event. After all, that event and the group battle both required teamwork, a true test of the academy\u2019s overall strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But he hesitated. If he answered honestly, would it seem like he was making excuses? Would it highlight their failure? In the end, he gave the answer he thought was safer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The special skills event only shows off individual talent,” Ibarin said with a dismissive wave. “There\u2019s no winner even declared from it. As for the teachers\u2019 event… that\u2019s just for display. Everyone already knows<\/em> the best teachers are at Central Academy. But that doesn\u2019t prove we have the best students<\/em>.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His gaze shifted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Which is why, Kayzel, I\u2019m pulling you out of tomorrow\u2019s showcase.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kayzel nodded slightly, trying to hide his disappointment. He had been looking forward to it. With his unique magical trait, he was confident he would have wowed the audience, left a lasting impression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a rare opportunity. One where the eyes of the world could have been on him. A moment to shine. Now, that chance was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But what could he say? There was no room to protest. Not under Ibarin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don\u2019t be upset,” Ibarin continued. “This is part of the strategy. When the one-on-one and group events arrive, your abilities will be unknown. You\u2019ll be a hidden weapon. They won\u2019t know what\u2019s coming.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kayzel stayed silent. But deep down, it didn\u2019t sit right with him. Not just him, the others felt it too. Was winning really all that mattered?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wouldn\u2019t it be better to win while<\/em> showing the world who they were, what they could do?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It felt like Ibarin valued victory above all else. More than truth. More than talent. More than the spirit of the exchange itself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With that, the Grand Magus waved his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Go. Rest. Prepare for what\u2019s to come. And don\u2019t forget to use what\u2019s been given to you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The students left with mixed emotions. But if there was one thing they were all certain of, it was that they didn\u2019t<\/em> want to lose to Wilton Academy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not now. Not after everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They would give it their all in the battles ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 1411: The Day After the Storm<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

The next day arrived with a calm breeze brushing across the academy grounds. But for the students of Wilton Academy, the day ahead wasn\u2019t going to be so calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This time, when the Wilton students stepped out into the public areas, they weren\u2019t alone. Their professors walked alongside them. Given everything that had happened the day before, the instructors had decided it was best to personally escort the students around the event grounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Should we stick together for today?” Panla asked, turning to Raze as they strolled past the re-opened stalls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She knew Raze had other important matters to tend to, duties that extended beyond the event itself, ones that couldn\u2019t afford to be delayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I suppose we still have several more days,” Raze replied with a small shrug. “Besides… maybe we overdid it a bit yesterday.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The morning had just begun, and the smaller activities and performances had returned. Colorful stalls lined the walkways once again, and students from various academies wandered between them, enjoying the lighthearted festivities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this time, Wilton Academy had become something of a performance themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wherever they went, eyes followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The attention was relentless. Teachers, students, and representatives from countless organizations were looking their way. They had become the stars of the exchange, whether they wanted to or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People approached them constantly, offering compliments, asking questions, and in some cases, just trailing behind to see what they would do next. Even when Wilton students weren\u2019t doing anything special, people were still watching, hoping to catch a glimpse of their next move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Raze, it was exactly the kind of attention he didn\u2019t want, especially considering he had things to investigate, things that required stealth. But in this environment, sneaking around would be impossible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, from across the plaza, another group spotted them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kayzel, flanked by his usual pair of followers, caught sight of the Wilton students and paused. Curiosity sparked in his eyes as he stepped forward to get a closer look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s when he saw them, Moze and Piba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The expressions on the faces of the Central Academy students said everything. Confusion. Disbelief. Maybe even concern. They had clearly expected something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What\u2019s wrong?” Moze asked, catching the looks. “Did you expect us to be limping around or something?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don\u2019t worry,” Piba added casually. “We already heard that the Central Academy mages didn\u2019t manage to do much. But like you saw the other day, Wilton Academy just has a little more than Central Academy when it comes to resources.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kayzel clenched his jaw slightly, but didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither did his companions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They simply turned and walked away, not wanting to draw any more attention than they already had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Wilton students watched them leave, unsure of what to say or do. The truth was, they didn\u2019t feel entirely comfortable either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They couldn\u2019t take part in any of the performances or enjoy the stalls, not without immediately being swarmed. If they even so much as glanced at a booth, a crowd would gather within moments, eager to see what they would do, how they would perform, what new spectacle they might create.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even though they had won the spotlight, it had come with a price, freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And today, that spotlight was shining hotter than ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as the Wilton students were about to head back to the dorms, hoping to rest before the next major event began, a familiar voice called out to them from nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, it\u2019s you!” a cheerful tone rang through the crowd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They turned to see an older man approaching, one they recognized almost instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes, I\u2019m Professor Tink,” the man said with a warm smile, stroking his long, slightly unkempt beard. “I was the one in charge of the puzzle event you managed to complete yesterday. I\u2019m not running any puzzles today, but I did catch the rest of the event, and I must say, I was quite surprised by what I saw.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He paused and chuckled to himself. “But at the same time, perhaps not so surprised after all. If you truly had a student guiding you, someone as skilled as you claimed… then it makes sense that one among you would be exceptionally talented. I have to ask, is that student here with you now?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yolden and her friend immediately froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They remembered the conversation from yesterday, how, after finishing the puzzle challenge, they\u2019d casually mentioned that a fellow student had taught them the techniques they used. At the time, it didn\u2019t seem like a big deal. But now, looking back, they both realized the mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They had accidentally outed Raze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither of them knew what to say. Their eyes darted between each other, unsure of whether to lie or play dumb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But before they could make a decision, Raze stepped forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It was me,” he said calmly. “I was the one who guided them, Professor.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He offered a respectful bow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Professor Tink blinked in surprise, then let out a small laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The two had crossed paths briefly in the past, back when Raze worked at Central Academy. Tink had been a fairly new professor at the time. They had spoken a few times, mostly casual conversations about formations and theoretical magic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There were no bad memories between them. No rivalry. No hard feelings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So Raze saw no reason to hide or act distant. He was willing to show him the respect he deserved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well then,” Professor Tink said, folding his hands behind his back. “It seems you have a bit of time before the next event. Would you mind if the two of us had a little chat? I\u2019d love to explore your mind a bit more, and I imagine you wouldn\u2019t mind getting away from this crowd.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The idea of talking magic with a professor again… it stirred something in Raze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He hadn\u2019t had a conversation like that in a long time, not since arriving in Pagna. Here, people spoke more about raw power than the beauty of magical theory. The thought of engaging in an intelligent discussion actually sounded pleasant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think just the two of us would be best,” Raze replied. “Any more, and we might draw too much attention.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned and glanced over at Liam and the others, making sure the rest of the Wilton students were safe and settled. Satisfied, he nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Would it be alright if we headed into the main academy building?” he asked. “It\u2019s not often I get a chance to visit a place like this. I\u2019d love a little tour while we talk.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Professor Tink smiled brightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Of course. The main building should be nearly empty at this time of day. Everyone\u2019s outside enjoying the festivities. It\u2019ll be quiet. Perfect for conversation.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For Raze, this wasn\u2019t just an opportunity to enjoy a nostalgic talk. This might also be one of the rare chances he needed, to pursue one of the three major goals<\/strong> he had set for himself during the exchange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now, one step toward that goal was opening right in front of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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