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Chapter 320 What kind of useless protagonist script
Ild was born twenty-five years ago in an ordinary civilian family without even a surname.

Ordinary family, ordinary parents, ordinary him.

Well, actually he wasn't that ordinary.

After all, possessing the talent of a spellcaster is still relatively rare and strange in the small town where Ild lives.

Because of this, he has been placed with high hopes since he was a child.

His parents, elders, and friends were all happy for him and hoped that he would become a great figure in those legendary stories, a god-like arcane master.

It is truly the hope of the whole village.

Unfortunately, Ilder did not appreciate it.

He hated his birth, hated his incompetent parents, hated the injustice of God, and was equally jealous of everyone who was better than him.

With this twisted mentality, he left his hometown early and came to the Emerald Empire alone to study. He almost got into the Magic Wizard Academy, a place he had only heard of in stories.

He thought he would shine here, and that the Magic Wizard Academy would be the place where he would take off, leaving a strong mark in his future career of becoming a near-god.

But. What you think is what you think?

When Ild entered the Arcane Academy, he discovered in despair that he was at the bottom of the class.

The sense of superiority I once had over ordinary people in my hometown is gone.

In this place, he had nothing to show for himself.

Family background, hard work, talent, nothing can compare to that.

This made his jealousy become even more twisted and inflated.

What's worse is that this strong interference caused by his mentality even affected his already not-so-good talent, making his arcane learning and cultivation improvement become even slower.

It has been his third year at the college, but he is still a first-year student.

This made him feel extremely humiliated.

When the day of the God's birthday came, he, who was gloomy, withdrawn and had a twisted personality, did not receive any gifts from his friends. Only the redbud flower of equality for all beings from his rich brother Mende.

A highly gifted magician, good at studying, popular, from a wealthy family, and of noble birth.

In Ild's twisted eyes, the buff has been completely stacked.

The redbuds in Mende were not a gift to him, but a complete insult!
He was so angry that he wanted to smash the exquisite sculpture to pieces.

But he endured it because he was really short of money.

This made his entire heart even more twisted and he almost went crazy.

Just when he was forcing himself to meditate and practice with this madness and was about to go crazy, a strange black gas silently merged into Ild's body.

The magical power that had been boiling suddenly calmed down, and was growing rapidly at an incredible speed, and the speed of cultivation was rising sharply.

Looking at the changes in his body, Ild didn't feel anything was wrong.

He was even ecstatic about it!
coming!

finally come!

My true talent has finally been revealed, and I am finally going to rise up and strike back!
After enduring humiliation for many years, your own legend is about to begin!

He laughed wildly in the dormitory, and his laughter was extremely eerie and terrifying.

The roommate in the next dormitory was cursing, secretly cursing himself for being so unlucky to be roommates with this mentally ill and crazy senior.

In Ild's heart, the black gas gathered together and flashed two red lights.

After the God's Birthday, everything seemed to be on track.

Mende brought Lu Wenwu a large number of copies of royal books. The previous donations were also progressing step by step, and the promotion of "Fifth Brother's Cookbook" had also officially begun.

Besides his daily studies, Lu Wenwu spends most of his time in the library, reading all kinds of random talks. People who don’t know him would think he is a nerdy guy.

Several professors who had a good relationship with Lu Wenwu were very happy after receiving the God's Birthday gifts from him in return.

Especially old man Wood.

What he got was a special alloy that Lu Wenwu had obtained from the Shenzhou military.

This completely new arrangement and combination of metals is completely unprecedented in the Continent of Gods.

To create a material far superior to ordinary magical metals by combining ordinary metals in proportion, there is no better gift for an alchemist!
As a result, Wood didn't even ask Lu Wenwu to do odd jobs for a whole month, and even stopped the small-class alchemy class. He continued to do research in his own laboratory.

what?
Ask where this metal comes from?

Don’t ask, the answer is it’s inherited from our ancestors!

Ilder, who was chosen by the mysterious black gas, also launched an action to turn his life around.

He changed from his previous aloof and gloomy self, and suddenly became confident and arrogant.

According to his classmates at the Arcane Academy, this senior who had been held back for many years seemed to have "accumulated a lot of experience and finally made a breakthrough."

Ild first made great progress in his cultivation, and then he quickly passed the intermediate-level upgrade assessments that had held him back for a long time.

Afterwards, he applied for the senior entrance examination at lightning speed and passed it directly even though no one was optimistic about it!
This undoubtedly caught everyone's attention.

Many classmates who once looked down on him said that this guy was a bit outrageous, like a different person.

The professors who had previously thought that he was completely hopeless began to take him seriously, re-evaluating his talent and spellcasting ability, and considering whether to include him in small classes.

After all, even if the Magic Wizard Academy advocates teaching without discrimination, a training system like arcane, where a thousand people may have a thousand different situations, is best achieved with small classes or even one-on-one teaching.

The master-apprentice system of ancient magicians also makes a lot of sense.

It’s not that I don’t want to teach, but I really can’t teach all the apprentices.

Some professors who had taught him before did not suspect his sudden change.

First of all, this is Magik, the strongest magic academy in the entire continent, bar none. No evil force can make any waves here.

Secondly, this sudden change in personality, or the emergence of some personality problems due to late bloomer for various reasons, is normal and not worth making a fuss about.

If something really happens, just suppress it.

No one really thinks that the college is just a charity, right?

Many professors have the blood of many lives on their hands before they enter school to teach and retire!
Arcane Academy, practical class training ground.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and countless arcanists walked out of the training ground, chattering about the wonderful moments that had just happened.

A classic scene of pretending to be cool but then getting slapped in the face just happened in class.

During the arcane duel within the class, Ild used his superb arcane skills to severely humiliate those whom he had once been madly jealous of, and beat two classmates who had once looked down on him directly into the infirmary.

This made Isidro and Goodell, who were temporarily in charge of teaching the class, frown.

As it happened, Lu Wenwu had no classes in the afternoon, so he came here to have some private lessons with Isidro and Goodall.

Seeing that his two cheap uncles were staring at Ilder, Lu Wenwu asked curiously: “Uncle Isidro, Uncle Goodall, what are you looking at?”

The middle-aged coach Long raised his chin with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Lu Wenwu followed his gaze and saw Yilder surrounded by the crowd. "Who is this?" He was a little confused.

Goodall explained, "His name is Ild, a senior student at the Arcane Academy. He has been very popular recently. He was held back for two years, but now he has jumped two grades and is now in the senior grade. He has also easily defeated many senior students with excellent grades."

In just a few words, the Divine Blood Knight gave a brief account of the other party's past and recent performance, and Lu Wenwu quickly got to know this person.

Lu Wenwu: "."

I predict that things will change over time, so don’t look down on the young people because they are poor.

This is the typical start of a loser online novel protagonist!
After being ridiculed for three years, he rose up in anger, and caught up with others in the later stage to show off and slap others in the face!
But this guy has been staying in school all the time, what kind of golden finger can he get?

It can't be a time traveler who has awakened the system.
Sign in at xx place and be rewarded with xx years of cultivation?
Make a choice on xx event, reward xx level of arcane proficiency?

It is still the proficiency panel that was more popular before I traveled through time, and I can move up unconditionally. Oh, this guy is a lazy guy, this one is unlikely.

Hmm. It can't be a system where you can get something just by playing badly, right?

This is a bit too much of a whim.
Looking at the smug figure that was almost looking up to the sky, Lu Wenwu's thoughts began to run wildly like a horse running out of control, rushing towards a strange direction.

Just as he was distracted, Ild seemed to notice the gaze behind him.

When he saw that it was Lu Wenwu, his original excitement disappeared, and was replaced by an intense anger. An emotion called "desire for revenge" spread wildly in his heart.

Like weeds, it keeps growing wildly.

"Hey! You are the top freshman in the Magic Academy this year, the invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex, right?" Ild suddenly spoke, with a hint of scarlet flashing in his eyes.

"Ah? You called me?" Lu Wenwu just came back to his senses. "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

This momentary confusion when he just reacted was undoubtedly a kind of contempt and disdain for Ild, whose mind had already been distorted, and a silent insult and contempt for him.

As a result, he instantly became even more furious, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

"At the opening ceremony, the dean said that your talent is unprecedented and unparalleled, and that you are a heaven-defying existence that can compare the truth to the realm of a senior wizard. I don't agree. Do you dare to challenge me in a glorious duel between spellcasters?"

A glorious duel between spellcasters?

Lu Wenwu raised his eyebrows.

He happened to have seen this somewhat unpopular and obscure thing recently.

This is a customary way of arranging battles among spellcasters that originated in ancient times.

There may be some minor differences in the specific implementation, but generally speaking, it is under the witness of the God of Magic, with the honor of both parties at stake, to determine the winner and the loser, and also to decide life and death.

Why do you say it can also decide life and death?
Because this thing is usually just a matter of anger, probably similar to the type of unlimited fighting, and it is rare to have an honor duel out of hatred.

If there is a life-and-death feud, there is no point in having a duel. Just fight it out.

Overall, this thing gives me a sense of déjà vu of a medieval knight duel on Blue Star.

"I refuse." Lu Wenwu shrugged. "I only know your name for the first day. Do I have nothing better to do than to duel with you?"

"Are you afraid? You don't dare to compete with me to see who is the real genius?" A hint of mockery appeared on Ild's lips. "Are you worried that you will be embarrassed because you can't beat me? Are you worried that others will find out that you are not worthy of the title of genius?"

Before Lu Wenwu could say anything, Isidro picked up his staff and was ready to give this ignorant and boastful guy a hard beating.

Fortunately, Goodell was quick and stopped it.

"No buddy, are you sick?"

Lu Wenwu looked at him with a look of ashamedness, his eyes full of confusion.

It is somewhat true. This duel request is even more abstract than the gambling game between the gods.

"You have been held back for two years and have always been at the bottom of the class. I have been the top student in the lower grades of the magic academy since I entered school. Is there any need to compare?"

"Although I don't consider myself a genius in magic or arcane, anyone with a discerning eye should be able to see who is more talented between us, right? Besides, even if I only audit arcane classes occasionally, my grades aren't bad, right?"

"Pfft."

Someone couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud in a dark corner.

Waves of barely perceptible pointing and whispering suddenly came from all directions. It was hard to hear them clearly, but they were real.

Lu Wenwu is indeed not very talented in the arcane.

But his mental and soul power are too great, and he can create low- to medium-level arcane models simply by stacking mass.

This allowed him to rank among the top students in the lower grades of the Arcane Academy - even though this guy only attended classes once or twice a week, and most of the arcane classes he attended were not purely offensive types.

Ild's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, the speed of light.

He pointed at Lu Wenwu, his whole body trembling with intense anger.

humiliation!

This is blatant public humiliation!

He wished he could eat Lu Wenwu's flesh, drink Lu Wenwu's blood, and grind him into ashes to relieve the hatred in his heart!
Before Yild could continue his harsh words, Lu Wenwu continued, "Besides, everyone should know that we magicians are special. We only start training after entering school. This means that I have only trained for a few months."

"And you, this, this, uh... Sorry, what's your name? I was distracted just now, I can't quite remember it."

At this point, he suddenly got stuck and looked back at Goodall.

Goodall suppressed his laughter and whispered, "His name is Yild."

"Oh yeah, Ild."

Lu Wenwu suddenly realized and turned his head back.

"Look, Senior Ild, you must have been training since you were a child, and you have been training for much longer than I know how long. Why do you think that defeating a magician like me who has only been training for a few months can prove that you are more talented than me? This logic does not make sense!"

"No matter how you look at it, you should challenge the students who entered the school in the same year as you, right? As far as I know, there is already a senior student in your batch who has advanced to the sixth ring. After graduating early, she successfully applied to stay in school and is now an assistant teacher."

"Only by defeating her can you prove your strength and talent."

"What's more coincidental is that I happen to have the contact information of that senior. Do you want me to send you a duel invitation?"

After saying that, he just stared at the other person with a very sincere look.

Lu Wenwu is not fooling people, he really has it.

The sixth-ring arcanist senior is currently following a professor to run errands for the school. Coincidentally, the location of the mission is the Bauhinia Empire.

Lu Wenwu, who almost had a godson, naturally got to know the other party.

The extremely sincere look in his eyes made Ilder's originally flushed face turn blue and white, switching back and forth like a neon light.

Defeat a sixth-ring arcanist?

This is simply a fantasy!

He has only just advanced to the fourth ring now. There is a gap of two major realms. What the hell is this?

In the end, Ilder seemed unable to bear the humiliation, and left angrily after leaving a venting sentence "Just wait for me", looking like a useless protagonist who was ready to show off and get slapped in the face after being insulted by the villain.

Only the other arcanists and professors were left laughing and Lu Wenwu was puzzled.

The entire training ground was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)