I Refused To Be Reincarnated-Chapter 464: A Chaotic Award Ceremony

As Adam rejoiced about the easy victory, Geofrey intently gazed at his mechanical dragon. His eyes almost bulged out as mana symbols gathered on his desk, asking him to discard the card he was most proud of.

He gnawed on his teeth, jaws protruding as he felt his hand weighed a ton and refused to move. No. It was his mind that refused to accept such a ridiculous outcome.

He didn’t get to play his second turn yet, but he had already lost. He could do nothing against the horrible Ignatius, not even draw.

The sound of his own ragged breath overwhelmed the public’s cheers for Adam as his anger boiled, inching on his rational mind.

However, the memory of Mia’s fate anchored his thought process.

What he had to do was clear: give up and save Edgar some face or meet her in the afterlife.

Though he knew it, his heart still refused to listen. After all, he had two-tier five beasts. No one ever held a deck of such power in the tournament’s last two hundred years of history.

"Give up, Geoffrey."

His mentor’s sudden command echoed, calm and calculated, as it cut through his turmoil like a fiery blade to unfreeze his hand.

Without waiting, he raised it.

"I give up."

Then, shame coloring his features, he fled the arena at maximum speed, unwilling to spend a second here.

As the crowd cheered and laughed, their expressions divided between disappointment and mockery, Zeph’s voice resounded.

"We must limit the impact of spells. We wasted our time watching this short match."

"I agree."

Aurora concurred as Maya nodded.

Adam’s strategy, even if impressive in its own right, shattered the interactive aspect of the game, ruining their interest in it.

Meanwhile, Shepard smirked at them.

"Sure, we can ban some of the most powerful spells. But we must also change the rules about giving cards. I want immediate elimination if a competitor is spotted using one."

Elisabeth nodded, her blue eyes sparkling at the solutions proposed.

"From today onwards, those two rules are made official."

Then, she glimpsed at Moira’s enraged face as she turned to address the public, forcing her to pause.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

Shepard turned to her, noticing the fiery and watery mana wafting from her eyes and engulfing her body. With a deep frown, he followed her gaze, spotting the engravings on Adam’s neck as he flexed his easy victory under the public’s acclamation.

"The traitor left another inheritance!"

Her sudden roar overwhelmed the public’s cacophony as she lunged like a tiger and pulled her ornate necklace out.

From glistening gems, it shifted, turning into an intricate staff as she voiced her spell under everyone’s enlarging eyes.

"Nebulize!"

Before anyone could react, a swirling vortex of water and fire converged on Adam, forming a blinding sphere of heat and pressure. Intense heat engulfed the place, making everyone’s skin perspire torrents of sweat.

BOOM

A deafening explosion of billowing steam shattered the podium and desk as the other arcanists gawked in disbelief at the surreal scene.

Then, silence. A tense silence descended.

Broken by Shepard’s enraged roar.

"MOIRAAAA!"

Without warning, his body turned into smoke as he flew to her.

Alarmed by the escalation, the other deans blurred into motion, using their own spells to stop the inevitable confrontation.

A defensive wall of radiant light manifested, separating them before one of darkness covered it. Shining starlight reinforced them as a vortex emerged, letting a colossal dark creature step out.

Its rocky arm echoed as they collided in an intimidating show to deter the charging Shepard.

Yet, he didn’t care.

Water, smoke, and wing already billowed in his hand as he was ready to unleash his calamitous spell on the dwarf who dared to kill his disciple without regard to his presence.

On the spectator’s seats, Julius trembled in disbelief as a volcano of rage boiled in his heart.

"SHE KILLED BIG BRO!"

He leapt down, uncaring about the power difference or the crime he would commit by attacking an arcanist. Moira had to die today!

However, an icy voice and a horrifying glint forced his anger down and his steps to halt.

"Arrogant fool, you dare to attack me?"

Shocking everyone by his unscathed appearance, Adam pressed his monstrous wooden blade on Moira’s neck, ready to behead her at the slightest abrupt movement.

Truthfully, he wanted to proceed with the act. But he knew killing an arcanist would only create trouble for himself.

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Simultaneously, the dwarf gulped, feeling the sharp edges graze her skin. Icy sweat formed on her forehead as she glimpsed its enhancements in shock and disbelief.

"How are you alive? And what’s that puppet and weapon?!"

Her voice cracked with disbelief as she heard her pride shatter into millions of pieces. She could not create something of that level... meaning Adam surpassed her in enchanting?

"NO! That bastard Durgrim! I’ll kill anyone who knows about him!"

She roared, mana flaring to her staff and mouth opening to cast her next spell.

Simultaneously, his blade slowly dug into her neck as he peered into her eyes, conveying a silent message.

’I’m not bluffing. Your head will roll to the ground if you continue.’

Meanwhile, the arcanists dismissed the walls blocking Shepard, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads as they understood the situation’s gravitas. Moira couldn’t die. Not when they were all gathered, at least, or they’ll suffer from the consequences.

They observed the man closest to her, knowing he would make the right decision despite his anger.

"Sleeping gas. Move!"

He leapt back before the Macuahuitl pierced her throat, trusting his mentor.

A swirling sphere of smoke engulfed Moira’s head in a second, forcing her to inhale the potent sleeping agents it contained. After few seconds, she collapse to the ground.

The other arcanists jumped from the balcony and rushed to protect Moira. Yet, Shepard only gazed at Adam in intrigue and relief.

"How did you avoid her spell, and why did she attack you?"

He shrugged, glaring at the once proud dwarf’s bleeding neck with a snort as relief washed over him. She had attacked despite his overwhelming position on her, making him dread the consequences of killing her.

"Enchanted my eyes. I saw her move. And I have no idea. She mentioned people connected to Durgrim, a dwarf ghost we met in the canyon last year."

He saw Shepard nod and turn to Elisabeth.

"I want compensation, or no one will like the aftermath. And trust me, it’ll be terrible for Durazmarn."

Without wasting time, she answered in an icy voice, contrasting with her beauty.

"Moira is stripped of her rights as an arcanist. She’ll be locked in the confines of her academy, forced to manage it for twenty years."

She grabbed Moira’s staff and threw it to Shepard.

"Take it. I’ll milk her dry for what she did. No one can actively target another arcanist or his disciples! Am’I clear?"

If they did, then what? Engage in disciple hunting and shatter the next generation of adepts and arcanists? No one wanted to see that happen. Therefore, they nodded in agreement before returning to the balcony as light mages escorted Moira to her academy.

After fifteen minutes spent to calm the students and bring peace back into the arena, Elisabeth proceeded with the award ceremony as if nothing had happened.

However, Adam cursed under his breath on the stage.

’Just because Durgrim inherited that genius’ knowledge? What kind of crazy grandma is she?!’

He grumbled for five minutes before Elisabeth walked to him, sending an uncomfortable shudder down his spine.

"Congratulations on winning first place. I’m impatient to see you join my academy in a year and a half. We’re all intrigued by your craftsmanship, too. I wonder who taught you." Discover exclusive content at novelbuddy

Despite her charming smile and eyes sparkling with genuine interest, he wanted nothing more than to flee as far away from her as possible.

’Dream on. I’ll be gone way before that!’

"For your victory: a pair of tier-one mythical hands!"

She yelled, riling the public as she extended a piece of clothing, hiding a pair of small yet firm hands.

Forgetting the nagging feeling, his fingers trembled as he gripped his reward, doing his best to contain his excitement and wait until the end of the ceremony to focus on the familiar notification.

[Tier-one mythical hands detected. Soul binding available. Proceed? Yes/No]

Meanwhile, she conjured a luminous flight of stairs and returned to the balcony under the public’s acclamations.

"Despite the chaotic events, I’m glad to announce the end of this battle monster tournament! Thank you, everyone, for your burning passion for the game, and I hope to see the youngest return in five years!"

Before the echo of her words faded, he blurred out of the arena and smashed the binding button, too excited to check on the item he had worked so hard for to wait a second.

[Tier-one Durgrim, The Magister of Magic’s hands’ soul bound.]