Webnovel's Extra: Reincarnated With a Copy Ability-Chapter 150: Fault Lines

The training hall grew louder over the next few days.

Not because anything dramatic had happened. There were no fights, no official announcements, no sudden policy changes. On the surface, everything continued exactly the way it always had.

But something had shifted.

Students argued more during drills. Small corrections turned into quiet debates about timing and spacing. People watched each other’s formations instead of focusing only on their own.

The demonstration in the amphitheater had done what it was supposed to do.

It gave everyone something to imitate.

Lucas noticed the change during a mid-morning rotation.

He stood near the outer ring of the training floor, stretching his shoulders while two B-tier groups ran formation exercises in adjacent circles. The hazard grid flickered to life beneath them, projecting a sequence of slow-moving arcs that forced the students to react together.

The group on the left tightened their spacing almost immediately, anchors pulling inward as the hazards approached. Their leader corrected aggressively, shifting the formation every few seconds to keep pressure contained.

On the right, the other group moved differently. Their anchors spread out instead of collapsing inward, leaving more room between them. The suppressors held steady lanes instead of chasing projections.

Lucas watched both groups for a moment.

Two approaches.

Two philosophies.

Neither one wrong yet.

The left formation absorbed the first wave cleanly. The right one avoided it entirely.

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck.

"Feels weird seeing it happen this fast," he muttered.

Dreyden stood beside him with his arms folded, watching the same practice circles.

"It was always going to spread."

Lucas glanced at him.

"Yeah, but I thought it’d take longer."

Dreyden shrugged slightly.

"People prefer copying something visible instead of discovering something slowly."

Lucas laughed quietly.

"That sounds about right."

A sudden burst of energy from the left formation drew his attention back to the floor. One of the anchors had overcorrected, forcing the suppressor behind him to compensate. The hazard arc snapped sideways and slammed into the barrier wall with a dull crack.

The instructor overseeing the drill didn’t interrupt.

He simply watched.

Lucas frowned.

"They’re letting that slide."

"Yes."

Lucas tilted his head.

"That wouldn’t have happened two weeks ago."

Dreyden nodded once.

"Correct."

Lucas stared at the instructor.

"So they’re serious about the autonomy thing."

"Yes."

Lucas exhaled slowly.

"I still don’t know if that’s a good idea."

Dreyden didn’t answer right away.

The group on the right side of the floor shifted their spacing again, widening their formation as the next wave of projections approached. Their leader called a short correction, and the suppressors held their positions without moving forward.

The hazard wave passed between them and dissolved.

Dreyden watched the maneuver carefully.

"Neither do they," he said quietly.

Lucas blinked.

"What?"

Dreyden gestured toward the floor.

"They don’t know which approach produces better outcomes yet."

Lucas followed his gaze.

"So they’re letting everyone experiment."

"Yes."

Lucas rubbed his jaw.

"That sounds risky."

"It is."

Lucas let out a short laugh.

"You say that like it’s normal."

Dreyden’s expression didn’t change.

"For this place, it is."

The instructor finally stepped in after the next formation error. He raised one hand and the hazard grid faded out instantly.

"Reset," he said.

The students inside the circle stepped back, breathing hard while the projection lines vanished beneath their feet.

Lucas pushed off the railing.

"I need to move."

"Why?"

Lucas rolled his shoulders.

"Because standing here watching everyone argue about formation theory is going to make me lose my mind."

Dreyden nodded.

"That would be inconvenient."

Lucas smirked faintly.

"You’re coming with me."

They walked toward an empty practice grid near the far wall.

A few students nearby noticed them immediately. Conversations quieted just slightly as Lucas stepped into the circle and tapped the control panel to activate the projection field.

The grid lit up beneath their feet.

Lucas drew his sword.

"Alright," he said. "Let’s see what happens when the two approaches collide."

Dreyden stepped into the opposite side of the circle.

"Your move."

Lucas didn’t waste time.

He pushed forward with a tight formation pattern, compressing his stance as the first projection arcs rose from the grid. The pressure gathered around him quickly, his mana pulling inward the way it always had.

Dreyden didn’t mirror the movement.

Instead he stepped sideways, widening the space between them as the hazard wave approached.

Lucas felt the shift immediately.

"Trying to stretch the field?"

"Yes."

Lucas swung his blade through the first arc, dispersing it before it could collapse inward. The pressure surged briefly under his sternum, then settled again.

Dreyden redirected the second arc instead of blocking it. The projection slid harmlessly across the grid and dissolved near the boundary.

Lucas adjusted.

The next wave arrived faster.

He compressed his stance again, forcing the hazards toward him where he could intercept them.

Dreyden widened the spacing further, guiding the remaining arcs away from the center.

Two different strategies running at the same time.

The grid hummed softly beneath them as the projections intensified.

Lucas felt the familiar tension building inside his chest again. Not unstable. Just heavy.

"You’re letting the field breathe," he said.

"Yes."

Lucas deflected another projection and stepped closer.

"That works when the pressure is low."

"And when it isn’t?"

Lucas smiled slightly.

"That’s when you need someone like me."

He drove forward into the next wave, collapsing the hazard arcs inward and dispersing them in a tight burst of energy.

Dreyden watched the maneuver carefully.

"Efficient," he said.

Lucas lowered his sword.

"But risky."

Dreyden nodded.

"Yes."

The projection grid faded as the practice cycle ended.

A few students nearby had stopped their drills entirely to watch the exchange.

Lucas noticed.

He sighed.

"Great."

"What?"

"Now they’re going to argue about that too."

Dreyden glanced around the hall.

Several groups were already whispering.

"Yes," he said.

Lucas sheathed his sword.

"Sometimes I wish this place would just pick a direction."

Dreyden stepped out of the circle.

"It already has."

Lucas frowned. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Which one?"

Dreyden looked across the training floor where students continued experimenting with their formations.

"The one that produces the strongest survivors."

Lucas followed his gaze.

Clusters of students practiced in different ways across the hall.

Some tightened their formations.

Others spread them wider.

Arguments continued between drills.

Ideas spreading through trial and error.

Lucas let out a slow breath.

"I guess that means we’re still part of the experiment."

Dreyden nodded.

"Yes."

Lucas stretched his shoulders again and headed toward the locker corridor.

"Then we better keep improving."

Dreyden fell into step beside him.

"That would be advisable."

Behind them, the training hall buzzed with activity as students continued testing different approaches, each group trying to decide which philosophy worked best.

No instructor announced a winner.

No official doctrine appeared.

The academy simply watched while the fault lines between methods grew clearer.

And somewhere behind the dark observation windows above the hall, people recorded everything.

Because in the Triangle, the most valuable lessons rarely came from instruction.

They came from watching which ideas survived when pressure increased.