Farce

  The next morning, Penny woke up in a pretty good mood. Last night's events hadn't left any shadows on him, and his precognitive ability during sleep had given him an omen - something good would happen today.

  This vague omen rarely goes wrong, and Penny had once hoped that this wonderful ability would allow him to enter the prophecy school - a school that is particularly special in the Sere Red Robe system, because there are very few destructive spells in the prophecy department, and the direction of study is also mysterious exploration. The atmosphere within the school is harmonious and quiet to an unbelievable degree, and the number of people is also the rarest among the eight major schools. This place is naturally what Penny yearns for, but at that time, the bald-headed person in charge of the test ruthlessly shattered Penny's idea.

  Because of a very hurtful reason - Penny's IQ is not enough.

  Mages are high-ranking professions, not everyone can do it. To be a mage, you need very high IQ, specifically creative thinking ability. Although postnatal training can make thinking more acute and conform to the laws of magic, innate creative thinking is difficult to improve.

  The prophet needs to sort out the causal network of past and future, find the desired answer from a vast amount of information, which requires the highest IQ among the eight major schools, and also needs considerable perceptual ability to assist, so the number of people is naturally the smallest.

  Creative thinking, in the era when brain power was relatively developed on Earth, few people possessed it. Penny could only be considered to have a slightly clever level, and after several rounds of testing, his true form was revealed. He barely met the standard for becoming a mage, and of course, he had no chance with the prophecy system. This made him depressed for a while, but ultimately, there was nothing he could do about it.

  Okay, these past things certainly have nothing to do with Penny's good mood this morning. Soon his good omen was fulfilled. At the entrance of the teaching building, Nimitz, the servant of Instructor Zhan Hua Shi, informed him that there would be a very important experiment today and he was specifically asked to be the deputy. Penny Xien naturally agreed happily.

  Leng Zhanhuashi is one of the three deans of Lakeside College, and his mastery of magic has reached the fourth layer of the Demon Web, a level that even with sufficient talent, usually requires about twenty years of study in the field of magic.

  This is a relatively unique warlock, generally speaking, most warlocks are arrogant and like to give orders in a high-handed manner, showing off their extraordinary influence - just like the nature of the spellcasting system, such as the signature summoning series. Maybe it's compatible with the death spirit system, this Zhan Huashi is usually taciturn and very different from the overall style of the warlock system, among the three deans, he is also the most low-key one, preferring to shut himself in the laboratory, so he is quite familiar with Penny.

  For this reason, Master Zhan gave Penny many privileges, such as arranging for Penny to live in a separate dormitory and allowing him to maintain this subtle identity. Penny was also very happy to serve this taciturn middle-aged master, because he was not as overbearing as other masters, and it was very easy to work with him.

  But Penny dare not underestimate this authentic red robe, still remember that genius classmate who was regarded as a monster by Penny? That little life ended up in the hands of this quiet and unassuming instructor.

  So he got the message and rushed to the laboratory door, waiting patiently. This wait may be long or short, but it must be waited.

  The weather on the shores of Lake Selrund was always misty, cool but with a chilling feeling that permeated the Red Cloak Academy. Penny tightened his black cloak - he was just an apprentice, and in Selr, without formal Red Cloak qualifications, wearing anything red would get you caught by the Selr Knights and have your hands and feet chopped off. It was common sense never to mess with anyone wearing red in Selr.

  These red-robed apprentices were naturally all black-robed.

  When Penny felt cold, a group of apprentices in black robes walked by the laboratory. These apprentices were thinner than usual, with long hair protruding from under their hooded hats - they were female apprentices.

  The leading apprentice walked with an unusual gait, a red thread embroidered on her black robe, which was extraordinary, proving that she had already accessed the inner magic web and would soon become a formal apprentice. She couldn't be compared to Penny, this street goods, so when she saw Penny, her eyes were filled with the arrogance and disdain of a curse master, as if saying "look at you, stupid."

  For a Red Robe like her, this is normal. It's imaginable that growing up in such an environment would twist one's mind, and she would transfer the pressure and depression she endured onto others, with Penny becoming a decent target.

  Penny didn't get angry, he naturally shifted his gaze away, and several other female students also curiously stared at him, they still didn't dare to look at Penny with too bold a gaze, among them one was especially petite, looking like a timid and shy little girl, her eyes on Penny were somewhat complex.

  This complex gaze made Pan pause for a moment, and it wasn't until he looked at him for a while that he remembered this was the unlucky guy from last night, and he felt a little embarrassed.

  However, this situation made the formal red robe apprentice somewhat indignant. Her personality was like that of a standard curse master, accustomed to being the center of attention. This situation showed that Penny had no respect for her, or rather, no interest in her. How could she not be angry?

  She suddenly had the idea of teaching Penny a lesson, but she wasn't foolish and knew that in this academy, Penny wasn't someone she could openly deal with. So, she shifted her gaze to the girl Penny was looking at and said: "Hey! Nefis, it seems like Senior Xien places great importance on you, why don't you go greet Senior Xien!"

  After a few seconds of hesitation, several middle fingers were raised together and pointed at Penny.

  This childish display of bravado wouldn't anger Penny at all; on the contrary, he found it hilarious. If it weren't so cold, he would have burst out laughing.

  However, the formal apprentice's mood was apparently not pleasant, as several companions beside her were not fully cooperating. For example, Nefis had been lowering his head, flipping over his fingers, and putting his feet together, looking very cramped.

  A slap landed on the little girl's face: "You lowly thing, I told you to greet Xi'en, didn't you hear?"

  Nafis immediately squatted down and began to sob quietly.

  "What a despicable little waste." The formal apprentice was not satisfied and was about to continue the chase, when suddenly several apprentices around him suppressed their laughter. Turning his head back, he saw Panni raise her right middle finger in a distant direction, which was exactly where Nefis was curled up.

  "Hahaha! Nefis, look, trash and trash, hahaha." The tense atmosphere flew away with the addition of one more person. A group of female apprentices laughed even louder, not noticing that Nefis's sobbing had suddenly stopped. Penny Sien smiled and put away her middle finger, turning to see a middle-aged man wearing large-framed glasses and a red robe standing behind her for who-knows-how-long. He bowed politely to the tattooed bald head, who nodded silently before walking into the lab building. Penny Sien followed behind him, as if nothing had happened in this corridor.

  "Zhan Hua Shi, that's Dean Zhan Hua Shi." However, the arrival and departure of the middle-aged man in red robes apparently did not escape the eyes of these several sharp-eyed disciples. The formal disciple seemed to want to shriek like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but suppressed his panic: "Damn it, what has he seen!"

  A group of primary school students fell silent, and it was hard to imagine what would happen when such things were seen by people at that level, because the gap between classes was too great, they had no way of guessing the thoughts of their superiors, and in their hearts, there was only fear, with no other emotions.

  This little farce is of course not worth mentioning in the eyes of the superior, and will be forgotten in a twinkling. However, these poor apprentices who are wrapped in repression and fear every day do not know that the panic and helplessness in their hearts urgently need to be vented out, so several pairs of cold and fierce eyes stared at the trembling figure on the ground.

  "Nefis, you've gotten us into big trouble, what are we going to do?"

  Several hands dragged the poor little girl to a secluded corner of the corridor.

  "Spare... spare me, I beg of you, spare me!" Nefis's mind was shrouded in a massive shadow, knowing what might be coming.

  The formal apprentice glanced at Nefis with disdain, but found something was off. Upon closer observation, he discovered that the poor girl's gaze was no longer as scattered as before, but instead seemed to be focused on a central point, and her pleading had become unusually powerful.

  This made the formal apprentice inexplicably unhappy, and she changed her gestures while pondering:

  "Let me think... I linked a few spells to the Mana Net... Got it! Secondary Thunderball!"

  Bang!

  A loud crack, a large amount of electric sparks splashed onto Nefis's body, she immediately let out a mournful cry, and the pain on her body had already reached the point where she was dizzy. The several apprentices were releasing various zero-level and first-level spells on her body with vicious faces - these low-level spells were very laughable in the hands of low-level mages, but they had a good effect on causing pain. Seeing Nefis's skin turn black and cracked, the faces of the apprentices showed cruel smiles.

  Nafis's throat was hoarse, ten pale fingers were tightly grasped in the mud, the pain on her body had become numb, and her mind was a mess, leaving only a few thoughts:

  I won't die.

  I don't want to end up on his dissecting table.

  I must live on.