This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1192: Divine Game, Divine Instruction 6

The five golden spheres circling Rita suddenly shot toward her wrist.

She had already seen it in her peripheral vision, but she was on the final stroke. She chose not to dodge.

Layer after layer of defensive skills activated. Every defensive ability she still had since entering the game was triggered at once. She even used a defensive divine skill she had comprehended during the Quiet Mountain Demon Game.

Golden rain curtain condensed into a lightning shield. Vine spread out and formed a floral barrier. Defense stacked upon defense.

Yet the five golden spheres aligned into a single line. With terrifying precision, they pierced through the weakest points of each defensive layer.

The first four spheres were knocked aside.

The fifth struck true.

It slammed into Rita’s wrist with ruthless accuracy and broke her final stroke.

The paper ignited without flame and turned to ash in an instant.

Bang.

Rita slammed her hand on the table and stood up, glaring at Foolishness.

This was not the first time. Foolishness had clearly said the spheres would only attack once per hour during class. Yet from the fourth hour onward, every time Rita got close to success, the attack came.

Her chest rose and fell sharply.

Dawn Cicada, who had once been angered by BS Rita, and Maple Syrup, who had studied with her for years in Moonlight Marsh, were both seeing this for the first time.

BS Rita was furious. Openly furious.

Back at the temple with Deceitful Bloom, she had been angry too. But that anger had been tangled with too many other emotions. This time, it was pure. Sharp. Undiluted.

Maple Syrup glanced at the god named Foolishness with a strange expression. She remembered the scene in Chaotic Blocks, when BS Rita had fought and shouted at that Fat Duck midair.

Rita had called that Fat Duck Foolishness as well.

She had been just as angry then. Bristling. No mixed emotions. Just raw fury.

It was rare.

Foolishness, meanwhile, sat there quietly, expression unchanged.

Rita took several deep breaths, forced the anger down, and sat back down.

There was no time to waste.

Fury Prayer, seated on the far left, sighed and put down his pen. Another failure. Only then did he voice his question.

"Why don’t you ask the teacher? Didn’t she say it would only attack once per hour?"

"No," Rita replied coldly.

That would be the same as admitting defeat.

She even looked directly at Foolishness and added, "I didn’t ask."

Cicada laughed softly. "Pride this strong. Life must be exhausting."

Maple Syrup said, "She is this angry and still adds ’teacher.’"

Cicada said, "A polite and humble burst of rage."

Maple Syrup said, "And she calmed down immediately."

Prayer said, "Why do you always bully her?"

Kessa, who had been holding back laughter, finally burst out laughing.

She had deliberately looked into BS Rita’s past. She knew quite a lot.

Maple Syrup and Cicada both tightened their grip on their pens. Their fingers went white. Yet neither of them argued. They accepted it in silence.

Being known as someone who bullied BS Rita was better than being known as someone who had almost been driven mad by her more than once.

Rita said nothing.

She decided to use cold silence to drive them insane.

Three hours and forty seven minutes in.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Within seconds, Cicada, Kessa, Maple Syrup, and Prayer all slammed the table and stood up, glaring at Foolishness.

They had been so close.

In terms of teaching and provoking students, Foolishness was truly fair to everyone.

Yet just like BS Rita, the four of them closed their eyes, took a few deep breaths, then sat back down and continued drawing.

Rita sneered. "Pride this strong. Life must be exhausting."

The only response was the increasingly frantic sound of pens scratching paper.

For a Vineborne, emotions were impossible to hide.

Dawn Cicada’s Vine was writhing violently behind her, circling her body in agitation. The pure white, snake bone like Vine rubbed back and forth along her spine. At times it even rolled side to side like a child throwing a tantrum.

Rita reached out and poked Dawn Cicada.

When Cicada shot her a glare, Rita pointed at the Vine on her back.

"No bathing here."

Foolishness silently raised her book higher, blocking her face.

Dawn Cicada understood the word bathing.

Her face flushed red as she snapped, "Do you want to die?"

Rita immediately sat upright, hands neatly placed, wearing the expression of a model student deeply devoted to self study.

Dawn Cicada said nothing.

She turned her icy gaze toward Maple Syrup, Kessa, and Prayer, who were staring at her Vine. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Keep staring and I declare a death match."

The three of them instantly looked away.

Class was important. Fighting could wait.

Two minutes remained before the four hour limit.

Rita lifted her pen. This was her final chance.

Foolishness showed no mercy.

As the intricate rune beneath Rita’s pen neared completion, five golden spheres surged toward her wrist once more.

Same defenses.

But over the past hour, Rita had endured twenty one such attacks. Most of her defensive skills were on cooldown. She could not use items to reset them.

All she had left was her companion lightning and Flower Crown Murder.

The five golden spheres closed in, less than half a meter away.

Yet the golden lightning and white petals did not form a shield.

Instead, they twisted in midair into two strange symbols.

They shrank rapidly and landed on the paper.

The instant the golden sphere struck her wrist, the ink connected with the white petals.

Her hand was knocked upward.

Rita did not care.

Her entire focus was on the paper.

No flames.

The rune lit up with a faint glow.

Success.

Rita broke into a bright smile and looked up at Foolishness.

At some point, the god had already lowered her book and was resting her chin on her hand, watching.

Rita immediately wiped the smile from her face, smoothed her expression, and nodded with restraint.

"Success."

A trace of something almost like amusement flickered in Foolishness’s eyes.

"Mm," she said lightly. "You may rest for thirty minutes."

She then looked at Dawn Cicada and the others.

She said nothing else. Only sighed softly.

"Ah."

Maple Syrup, Cicada, Kessa, and Prayer stared in silence.

That was brutal.

It got worse.

Rita stood up, adjusted her collar, swept her gaze over her classmates from above, and sighed as well.

"Ah."

Prayer suddenly muttered, "I get it now."

Maple Syrup of Lania Kaia, Dawn Cicada who seized every chance to mock BS Rita’s childishness, and even BS Mistblade who could not resist provoking BS Rita in front of gods.

They had all suffered a lot at her hands.