The Academy Magic Competition arrived as scheduled, with the Tower mandating that every apprentice, regardless of whether they were competing, must attend the opening match and final. On this day, the crowd was packed, banners flying high.
In an arena resembling the ancient Roman Duel Arena, Lynch sat together with Subaru and the others in the stands, each clutching a bag of Forest-flavored beans, cheering for the apprentices they knew.
"Lanice, go for it!"
"Leon, go for it!"
Many apprentices Lynch and his group knew—or more accurately, most apprentices—participated in this competition, whether from the Outer Ring or the Inner Ring.
After all, the rewards offered by the Tower this time were exceptionally generous.
Magic Stones, Witchcraft tools—these routine rewards were nothing to talk about. The key incentive was that apprentices who managed to place in the competition had the opportunity to receive a Netta access document, becoming a Netta Apprentice. For any apprentice in the Tower, this was an irresistible offer.
Even Outer Ring apprentices, who typically had little chance of securing a place within the Tower, could earn Inner Ring Apprentice status through exceptional performance in the competition. For those who had recently failed their Inner Ring assessments, this was undoubtedly a rare second chance.
"Hurrah! Go, Jessica, Kane, take them down!" Lynch enthusiastically blew a whistle and waved a colorful flag while shouting toward the arena below.
A couple of days ago, Graham brought him great news: Wizard Murphy, Alfred’s mentor, had posted a ten-year leave of absence with the Tower, citing a journey of self-improvement. Then, Murphy took Alfred and left the Tower.
The oppressive shadow on Lynch’s heart had finally, completely, been lifted. He was genuinely delighted from the depths of his soul.
Ten years—so much room to maneuver. With careful planning, ten years later, no matter whether Avery’s speculation proved correct or whether Alfred survived to return, it likely wouldn’t pose a threat to Lynch.
Seeing him so brimming with excitement, Subaru and Carl, sitting nearby, mistakenly thought that Lynch was deeply invested in the competition. They suddenly felt a little guilty.
Subaru said, "Sorry, Lynch, our tutoring sessions caused you to miss the chance to prepare for the competition."
In their eyes, Lynch hadn’t signed up for the competition because tutoring them left him no time to prepare. Otherwise, given the rumored strength he possessed, he would surely have shone brightly in the contest—perhaps even securing a place within the Tower.
"Huh?"
Distracted by watching the matches, Lynch responded without turning his head, "What nonsense are you talking about? I never planned on competing, okay?"
Subaru sighed heavily. "No need to comfort us."
After a pause, he said solemnly, "In any case, we will remember this favor for life!"
Lynch: "......."
Fine, if you insist on thinking that way... whatever makes you happy...
The competition commenced soon after.
Though Lynch couldn’t fathom the Tower’s motives for hosting the competition, he had to admit—this Magic Competition was rather entertaining.
Apprentices on the stage swung their Magic Wands, casting spells with reckless abandon, unleashing bombardments of magic—Bloodline, Body Refinement, elements, alchemy, curses—all sorts of bizarre magical techniques danced across the stage in dazzling fashion.
The atmosphere at the venue was electrifying—cheers, shouts, screams, gamblers placing bets, flag-waving fans—the battles raged furiously on stage, while the fervent fans nearly clashed off stage.
It truly gave Lynch the sense of watching the World Cup back on Earth... No, this was far more exhilarating than the World Cup.
Younger apprentices cheered exuberantly for their favored contestants when they performed well and felt dejected when they didn’t. Whether on the stage or off, everyone was deeply immersed.
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