Don’t panic.
Mu’en, don’t panic.
Now is not the time to be anxious.
Even though I’m dressed in shameful attire and being stared at by hundreds of eyes, I still have the disguise of a beautiful girl.
They still don’t know that I am Mu’en Campbell.
Just like how covering my face with underwear makes it easier to do some twisted things.
As long as my disguise as a beautiful girl isn’t exposed, I am invincible!
“Ah, beautiful lady, we’ve come to save you!”
But just as Mu’en tried to comfort herself, a commotion erupted again downstairs.
Aside from the certain protagonist who had forcefully entered the dorm building, many other students (male) were madly attacking the blocking muscle men as if they were under some kind of spell.
Some students who had fled even returned stealthily, secretly casting spells at the edges, glancing at Mu’en with shy expressions, like teenagers trying to show off in front of a girl.
At that moment, from the darkness surrounding the dorm building, elite student council members in striking red uniforms entered silently!
Unlike the chaotic ordinary students, they were clearly better trained, dividing into different teams for mutual support, aiming directly for the pre-identified weak points in defense, plunging into the chaotic battlefield like nails.
A beautiful girl with a bun stood on a makeshift platform, holding a magic loudspeaker, and with unusual seriousness began giving orders.
“Students below the third year, all retreat to the periphery. I’ll repeat, retreat to the periphery, this is not the time for you to show off, make space for the seniors to attack!”
“Students majoring in warriors, quickly move up! Do not be afraid; behind you, there are hundreds of healing magicians and believers as support!”
“Attack magicians, go to the opposite dorm building and secure high ground for safety output!”
“Student Council Team Three, the west gate of the dorm building has been cleared, hurry in from there!”
“The president has spoken; the enemies are just bugs, everyone should not be afraid, we are united and will definitely rescue the hostages!”
The involvement of the student council and the words of the girl with the bun undoubtedly injected a shot of adrenaline into many students who were still in chaos.
Although for them, the incident of the academy being invaded was unheard of, this was St. Maria Academy, where every class was about becoming stronger.
So when they regained their composure and organized an orderly attack, how could those fierce muscle men possibly withstand it? They could only retreat under the whirlwind of the offensive.
“This is great; at this pace, they’ll soon reach here and rescue me,” Mu’en thought, unable to hold back tears of emotion.
To rescue the beautiful princess, the heroes have finally united and embarked on the journey to defeat the Demon King.
But after defeating countless monsters, overcoming endless obstacles, and even truly vanquishing the Demon King, they finally stand before the beautiful princess, yearning for their reward…
Only to have the princess lift her skirt and reveal an even greater “treasure” than the heroes’.
(TN: Mu’en is really confident that his treasure is bigger than most.)
—The heroes would likely tie the princess and the Demon King together and burn them to death.
Mu’en’s mind raced.
He knew that if he continued to sit and wait, once the main force arrived, he would definitely slip away.
By then, in the eyes of countless people… once his magic potion’s effect wore off…
He would definitely die!
On both the physical and social levels!
Escape!
He had to escape in advance.
But…
Mu’en glanced at the High Priest who had been staying by his side.
At the very least, there had to be someone to attract this guy’s attention.
“Take this, Heavenly Fire Great Sword!”
“Beautiful lady, let me spice things up!”
At that moment, like a refreshing drizzle after a long drought, a heavenly voice rang out.
The door to the rooftop exploded open with a horrifying sword energy infused with flames and violent winds, and the muscle men guarding it hadn’t reacted before being blown away by the howling airwave.
Against the backdrop of fire and wind, our destined true protagonist, Ariel Bugarde, stepped onto the scene, wielding a sword larger than a person.
With a toothpick in her mouth that she didn’t know where she got from, she looked at Mu’en and grinned, displaying her signature unruly smile.
“Have you been waiting long, beautiful?”
Ariel tossed her bangs and smiled flirtatiously.
“I’m not late, am I?”
“Damn.”
The corner of Mu’en’s mouth twitched, unable to suppress a shiver.
Retracting the earlier relief, it seemed that her timely arrival wasn’t a good thing after all.
Why did she have to act like she was trying to win his ‘heart’?
Was the Ariel from the original book really this kind of flirt, trying to charm everyone she saw?
“A-Ariel, hurry and move forward, they’re chasing us from behind!”
Behind Ariel, Lia was panting, unable to catch her breath, anxiously pushing Ariel forward, for behind them, a dozen enraged muscle men with red eyes charged at them.
“Tsk, strange, didn’t I knock them all out?”
“Completely useless, they seem to have been corrupted by the Evil God and cannot be understood in a normal way anymore.”
“In that case, let’s capture the leader first!”
With a spat, Ariel spit out the toothpick and, wielding her great sword, charged toward the High Priest, who was clearly different from the other muscle men.
“Oh?”
Finally turning his head to gaze at the night, the High Priest revealed a mocking smile:
“Do I look that easy to capture?”
“Who can bluff? You know only by fighting if someone’s impressive or not.”
Ariel exclaimed.
Battle aura surged.
Sword radiance flickered.
A terrifying magical power intertwined, forming a blade of flames without any incantation.
The fiery blade swelled in the wind, like a giant scar splitting the dark night.
Ariel leaped high, graceful as a swallow.
But when she descended, it was as if a mountain, trailing heavenly thunder!
“Wow, this is interesting.”
The High Priest’s expression remained cold; he reached out, and a gleaming large sword appeared in his hand.
He gripped the sword tightly, not showing any flamboyant moves like Ariel, but when he took a single step forward, it felt as if the whole dorm building trembled.
The large sword rose from below, meeting Ariel’s fiery blade.
—Clang!
After a brief silence, a thunderous explosion erupted.
The scorching airwave erupted, and in the night sky, it was as if a small sun briefly rose.
Many students still engaged in battle instinctively stopped their movements and looked over here.
Feeling the terrifying aftermath of the clash up close, Mu’en couldn’t help but feel a bit breathless.
Ariel is already this strong?
You’re telling me this is a second-year student?
Wait, wait, now’s not the time to think about this.
This is a heavenly opportunity!
In the instant the High Priest and Ariel were locked in a stalemate, Mu’en swiftly rolled on the ground and grabbed the—
That toothpick he had been eyeing all along.
The toothpick danced deftly at his fingertips, and after a few breaths, with a cold click, the shackles fell to the ground, causing Mu’en to rejoice.
“Alright!”
Lockpicking level 8 is awesome.
Finally, he could break free and soar high in the sky, swim wide in the sea…
Hmm?
Strange.
Even though he had come down from the railing, why did it still feel like the surrounding gazes were… so scorching?
Mu’en’s expression stiffened as he looked up.
And then he saw.
Those dozen muscle men, having lost their target since they were fighting Ariel and the High Priest, were now seriously staring at him.
