I Attack 10,000x Times Stronger-Chapter 18: I Hereby Declare, No one Within The Radius Of This Hall Is permitted To Move!

Chapter 18: I Hereby Declare, No one Within The Radius Of This Hall Is permitted To Move!

"Now, regarding Levels. It is incredibly difficult to level up. To gain a single level, you must kill 10 monsters of your exact level, or 20 monsters half your strength. By the time you reach Level 5, the requirement doubles. At Level 10, it triples. By Level 30, you must slaughter 50 equally ranked beasts just to see a sliver of progress."

Even though the students knew the theory, hearing the difficulty made many of them shake their heads in despair. This was exactly why high-level Players were treated like royalty on Earth.

"When you reach Level 10, you will be eligible for a Class Change. The System will assign you a Class based on your utilized techniques, your battle style, your kill count, your lethality, and most importantly... your Talent. If you are unsatisfied with the Class you receive, you may enter the Culling Game to fight for a better one, or die trying."

Feinrier suddenly smiled warmly, clasping his hands together.

"Now, if you wish to log out of the First Dimension and return home to Earth, you must kill a beast of your exact level, or sacrifice 10% of your total experience points to force an exit. Since all of you are Level 1 with zero EXP, none of you can afford the sacrifice. But I’m sure most of you are eager to run back to Earth, right? The Culling Game must have taken a terrible toll on your fragile minds."

"Yes!" several exhausted students echoed from the crowd.

"TRASH!"

Instructor Feinrier’s voice exploded like a crack of thunder, rattling the very foundations of the auditorium. The warm smile vanished, replaced by a look of utter, violent disgust.

"You are all trash! Weaklings! With that pathetic, cowardly mentality, it’s no wonder more than half of your peers died this morning!"

The students’ expressions violently shifted. Grief and anger flared up. Dozens of teenagers clenched their fists, glaring daggers at the High Elf.

Feinrier simply smirked mockingly. "Even with your newly awakened Talents and unlocked racial skills, most of you sobbing cowards would likely be slaughtered by a single Level 1 Green Lizard."

"Sir! That is insensitive."

A young lady frowned and spoke.

"You can’t talk to us that way!" an arrogant noble student shouted, standing up and slamming his hands on his desk.

"Yeah!"

"He’s right!"

"We suffered in that stage! Some of us had to murder our own best friends just to survive! How dare you treat it so casually and call us weak?!"

More students stood up, their voices overlapping into a chaotic, angry uproar as they shouted and glared at the Instructor.

The smile on Instructor Feinrier’s handsome face widened even more.

"I hereby declare," Feinrier whispered softly, yet his voice echoed directly into the minds of every single student, "that no one within the radius of this hall is permitted to speak, or move, without my permission."

"BOOM!"

The temperature in the auditorium rose drastically as a towering, seven-meter-tall phantom materialized directly behind Instructor Feinrier.

It was the terrifying phantom image of a three-headed, nine-armed Flaming Asura. The phantom held nine different divine weapons.

Behind the phantom was were 36 burning, eyes that formed into a massive circle behind him.

The 36 eyes opened simultaneously and locked onto the 1,600+ students.

A killing intent so unimaginably dense it actually smelled like thick blood and rotting flesh crashed down upon the auditorium like a mountain.

"Thud!"

The sheer gravity of the aura forced the students back into their seats.

Those who had raised their hands in protest found their arms frozen in mid-air, their muscles entirely locked. Those who had been standing were paralyzed, their knees buckling under the pressure. Those who had their mouths open to shout left their jaws hanging wide, absolutely terrified to even breathe. A fly landed directly on a boy’s open tongue, and he didn’t even dare twitch to spit it out.

No one dared to blink.

Igris, who had simply raised a single eyebrow in amusement during the uproar, left it up there, not daring to move a single millimeter.

’This guy is a monster.’

Igris thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Adjusting his red-tinted glasses, Instructor Feinrier chuckled loudly like that of a devil.

"Not to worry. I have the perfect assignment to cure your arrogance," Feinrier said cheerfully, ignoring the terror scaring the face of his students. "At the end of this class, you are all required to form a team of five and clear the Level 1 Green Lizard Dungeon."

He leaned against the podium. "Those who successfully clear the dungeon will be permitted to participate in the First-Year Primal Tournament. If you fail to clear it, or if you run away... consider yourself immediately expelled from theAcademy. Oh, and you have exactly three days to complete this assignment."

Feinrier sighed dramatically, shaking his head at the sea of paralyzed, wide-eyed statues.

"Hahaha. Why aren’t you guys talking? You’re such boring students. I actually had to kill five people in the previous freshman class before they realized how serious I was, but you guys are such cowards..."

He picked up a piece of chalk.

"Anyway. There will be a massive reward for the team that clears the dungeon with the fastest time. Don’t bother trying to cheat; I will know. Now... what else..." The crazy Instructor glanced down at his ledger, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"Ah, right! Lesson One: DUST Energy efficiency and manipulation!"

Feinrier began writing complex magical formulas on the chalkboard. "There’s also what we call skill synergy techniques. Two different skills that uses the same energy path but have the same effect can be activated at the same time to reduce energy consumption. "

He turned back to the frozen class, his eyes gleaming with mad passion. "Then there is Skill Manipulation. You can alter the property of one skill to fundamentally enhance another. For example, the movement technique [Rapid Step] can be manipulated and channeled into your arms, drastically increasing the attack speed of a basic sword swing to create [Rapid Slash]. It is a wonderful, intoxicating feeling once you get the hang of it. Trust me..."

The highly advanced, grueling lecture continued for almost three hours straight.

By the end of it, every single student in the hall was completely drenched in cold sweat. Their eyes were incredibly bloodshot. Not to mention some of them had actually pissed themselves in cold fear.