Chapter Two: Nightfall and Conspiracy

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Morning light filtered through gaps in the clouds, casting a glow upon the towering spires of Saintpeak Academy. The metallic tip of the tallest tower reflected a faint shimmer, resembling a spear thrust toward the heavens. The deep tolling of the bell tower echoed from afar, piercing the valley and lingering in the air. Along the stone pathways within the academy, footsteps intertwined as apprentices walked in small groups, their occasional whispers spinning briefly in the morning breeze before dissolving silently into the daylight.

Wang Qiong stood at the dormitory entrance, wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, muttering inaudible words. Though he appeared carefree, his nerves were taut, his gaze deliberately avoiding certain directions. The shadow from last night haunted him like a nightmare etched deep into his mind, causing a dull ache at the nape of his neck. That strange stone stele, the twisted runes suffused with a distorted aura, and the whispered voices of the cloaked figures felt like a rusty blade lodged deep within his mind—not painful, yet impossible to ignore.

“Hey, stop spacing out. You’re going to be late,” Sugar’s voice suddenly cut through, lazy yet laced with mockery. “Or do you want to be the first to get kicked out by Xie Yan?”

Wang Qiong rubbed his face, forcing himself to shake off the lingering shadow of last night. This wasn’t the first time he’d faced inexplicable desperation, but this time felt different. Saintpeak Academy was supposed to be a sanctuary, a dream for every psychic apprentice, yet it lay like poisoned honeyed bait. He wasn’t blind to the undercurrents concealed deep within the academy—he just lacked the means to resist for now.

He tightened his cloak and slipped into the crowd, deliberately slowing his pace before replying casually, “Got it, no rush. This place will ruin me sooner or later, but at least I want to have a few meals before that happens.”

“Meals?” Sugar scoffed. “If you can’t even survive today’s training, you probably don’t deserve to eat.”

Wang Qiong frowned but said no more. Following the flow of apprentices toward the training grounds, unease welled up inside him. It felt like being at the eye of a storm—calm yet suffocatingly still—but he knew the tempest would eventually engulf him.

The training grounds were already crowded. Apprentices who had passed the trial the day before gathered before the stone stele, whispering nervously and excitedly. Xie Yan stood in the center, his silver robe billowing lightly in the wind, his face expressionless like a cold stone statue.

Wang Qiong lingered at the edge of the crowd, trying to remain inconspicuous. His gaze passed over the field, settling on Nicholas. The orc youth was still energetic, standing at the front of the line with broad shoulders and sharp eyes that made him stand out.

“Again him,” Wang Qiong murmured. “Why do these gifted freaks have to be mixed with us low-levels?”

“Stop envying him,” Sugar interjected coldly. “You should be worried about how you’ll live through today.”

Xie Yan’s voice cut through Wang Qiong’s grumbling. His gaze swept over each new face, his tone cold and sharp. “Today’s training is a combat simulation.”

With a wave of his hand, the magical array behind him glowed softly. Runes shimmered, coalescing into a virtual arena. In the center, shadow beasts began to materialize, their bodies shrouded in crimson halos, claws slicing the air with a chilling aura.

“Each of you must face a shadow beast alone,” Xie Yan continued flatly. “Survive three minutes to pass. Fail, and you’re out.”

As his words fell, a low intake of breath rippled through the crowd. Some novices showed fear; others cracked their knuckles, eager to try. Nicholas stepped forward first, standing tall with a relaxed smile as if unconcerned by the looming challenge.

The shadow beast lunged with a roar, but Nicholas stood firm as if anticipating the move. He threw a fiery punch that struck the beast’s head, the flames erupting and reducing it to a wisp of black smoke.

“Spirit Level,” Xie Yan nodded slightly, his rare tone tinged with approval. “Not bad.”

Wang Qiong watched from behind, heart pounding, whispering, “Is he even human? One punch and it’s over.”

“You want to be like him?” Sugar asked coldly.

“No. I just want to survive,” Wang Qiong smiled bitterly.

The next rounds saw successes and failures. The losers all returned pale-faced, heads bowed in shame.

When Wang Qiong’s turn came, his stomach twisted and his legs wobbled. He stepped into the center, feeling countless eyes on him.

“Don’t chicken out,” Sugar’s voice suddenly sounded. “If you do, you won’t even get a chance to live.”

Wang Qiong gritted his teeth, inhaled deeply, and stood firm within the magical circle. He watched the shadow beast’s image form, its crimson eyes overlapping with last night’s nightmare, suffocating him.

The beast charged, and Wang Qiong instinctively rolled aside, narrowly dodging the claws. A few mocking laughs echoed around him, disdainful of his clumsy defense.

He forced himself to calm down, summoning his psychic energy. A faint white light shimmered in his palm, gradually forming a translucent short sword.

“Will this thing hold up?” he muttered.

“Whether it holds depends on you,” Sugar replied coldly.

The beast attacked again. Wang Qiong struck with the short sword, the clash producing a harsh grinding sound. Pain shot through his arm, pushing him backward, nearly toppling him.

“This isn’t human work,” he gritted out. “Did they ramp up the difficulty?”

Sugar said nothing, silently observing. The beast’s attacks grew fiercer, each strike pushing him to his limits. He dodged and countered repeatedly but remained on the back foot.

Time stretched endlessly, each second torture. Just as he felt he couldn’t hold on, the beast’s image vanished, and the array’s light dimmed.

“Barely qualified,” Xie Yan said coolly, turning to the next.

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