You call this a black hand?

Meren, who had no idea that he had been targeted, was flying slowly on a broomstick at the edge of the golden storm.

A pair of eyes overlooked the earth below, looking for some existence.

He didn't know what the scoring criteria were for this trial, but before he came, the old president of the Mixed-blood Association told him not to be too sharp.

This makes sense.

So after Meren got rid of the "NPC" chasing him, he didn't plan to do anything else eye-catching.

But not doing big things doesn’t mean not doing anything.

Being in this scene where everything in the past was recreated, he thought, he seemed to be able to take this opportunity to find out who had summoned him here.

And, how was it summoned?

There are actually clues about this, because Mellen remembered that after he was summoned, a group of people kowtowed to him, and he still clearly remembered the faces of those people.

However, what puzzles Mellen is that he has walked around the storm several times and has not seen any similar figure appear in his field of vision.

"Could it be that they mastered some kind of teleportation magic and teleported away as soon as they left the storm range?"

With this doubt rising in his mind, he instead saw a group of Imperial people on the distant land, busy around a seriously injured figure who seemed to be very noble.

He suspected that it might be the third prince of the empire who died unfortunately.

Therefore, another doubt emerged in his heart unconsciously.

That is, the Brilliance of the Sun is obviously a knight defense skill. Even if it is increased for some reasons, it is unlikely to kill a prince, right?

Let’s not talk about whether a prince is strong or weak. Since he is a prince, doesn’t he possibly have some protective items on his body?

"Maybe I was the one who took the blame? Someone else killed him?"

This possibility seemed not small, so Mellen rode a broom and got closer, then used the Wandering God's Boots, and his body instantly entered a state of nothingness.

He was going to take a closer look to see what the extent of the injuries on the unfortunate guy was.

However, just as he entered that colorful, dye-like wandering state, Meren suddenly discovered that there was another person in the unique world that was supposed to be his own!

It was a bald middle-aged man wearing an ordinary soldier's uniform, standing quietly next to the unfortunate prince, his head lowered, as if he was pondering something.

"Is there a second pair of Wandering God's Boots in the world?"

"No, there should be other treasures that can allow the user to enter this special hidden world..."

Silently sizing up the man's presence, Meren became more and more suspicious that he was the one taking the blame.

But just when he was hesitating whether to find a way to force out this person's existence and let people from the school discover it, the other person seemed to feel his gaze and turned his head to look over.

Then he didn't make any unnecessary movements, and his whole body suddenly turned into a few wisps of gray smoke, which suddenly dissipated!

Mellen narrowed his eyes at this.

"If he is a murderer, what he should do is kill and silence him."

"Just leave..."

Although everything here is not real, judging from the behavior of the enemy who was chasing him before, the "NPC" in this scene did not react much differently from real people when encountering something.

Therefore, Mellen does not think that the other party's situation is because the trial cannot be simulated, but because he has really left.

Like a passerby watching indifferently.

This is obviously a doubtful point.

And when Meren got closer and took a few glances at the figure who was suspected of being a prince, he found that he indeed seemed to have been hit by a huge force and suffered comminuted fractures all over his body. He was lying there softly, no matter what the actions of others,

They all looked motionless.

What's even more suspicious is that the blood spit out from the corner of the prince's mouth was black in color.

"Is it poisoned, or is it just the same color?"

"If he was poisoned, the imperial family cannot be sure that the death of this prince is directly related to me..."

Things seem complicated.

But Mellen didn't have much time to think about it all.

Because while he was conducting this hidden observation, he suddenly heard a shrill scream in his ears.

Just like an ordinary woman seeing something frightening and inexplicable, she couldn't help but make a chaotic noise.

But when he followed the sound and looked around, he didn't see any woman.

Instead, he only saw a white bat, staring closely at his invisible self in the sky, with undisguised murderous intent in its small scarlet eyes.

Mellen was surprised.

However, before he could react, he suddenly discovered that the surrounding environment had changed instantly.

From the original battlefield, it turned into a gloomy street!

The street is dimly lit, paved with black stone bricks, and lined with old and dilapidated apartment buildings on both sides.

On the surface of the apartment building, there are dense white bats hanging upside down, like white maggots sprouting from withered bread.

The scarlet eyes of the maggots were staring at him ferociously.

"The spiritual world?"

Mellen, who has the heritage of being a potions professor, is no stranger to what he suddenly encountered.

But precisely because of this, he gave up the idea of ​​​​evading this unknown attack or even calling for help, because it was destined to not be effective.

He stood there motionless and began to wait quietly.

There is no such thing as strong or weak mental power in this world. When faced with this kind of attack, the criterion for who is stronger and who is weaker is actually very simple——

What happens in reality can be used here.

So, there's nothing to panic about.

"Pretending to be calm won't save you from death."

Seeing that the young man's face remained normal, a female voice sounded in the dark sky.

"But there is no hatred between you and me, so you can rest assured that I will not make your death too painful."

…

On the other side, Juliana, as the "examination invigilator", immediately discovered a line of attack text that appeared on someone's file.

This made her expression change instantly.

But she didn't feel nervous about it. Instead, she calmly took out the book of secret words and wrote a few words on it.

After a while, the vice-dean who had been tit-for-tat with her before also noticed this abnormal situation and couldn't help but be startled.

"An attack in the soul realm? Trial Illusion does not have the ability to launch such an attack."

"This is obviously premeditated!"

As she spoke, she took out the book of secret words and started writing on it quickly, her words becoming increasingly angry.

"Some people went so far that they sent spies to Fort St. Grant to assassinate a new student - aren't they afraid of retaliation afterwards?!"

"Since you dare to do it, of course you are not afraid."

Juliana on the side said quietly: "But the rules of the trial land are special, so this attack may not be effective."

As a trial place for students, the trial place certainly has a crisis detection mechanism. The existence of this mechanism can allow students to escape from this trial when their lives are in danger.

This is why the school dares to send a group of freshmen into the battlefield without taking any protective measures.

"But black magic involving the soul is no different than other attacks."

The third vice-dean looked at Egg Wilson's file records and said in a worried tone: "Except for both parties, this kind of attack is difficult to detect by the outside world, and since this spy dares to-"

Her words suddenly stopped.

Because during this brief speech, there were new changes in the file.

[Successfully resisted an attack involving the soul of an enemy with level 6, and managed to kill the opponent. The wizard's talent was re-evaluated as S+, the soul strength was initially re-evaluated as S+, and the overall physical quality was re-evaluated——]

This line of writing is so exaggerated that it is almost suspicious that there is a mistake, especially since the rest of this paragraph does not fully emerge, and it seems to be stuck due to some circumstances.

However, just when the three vice-presidents were wondering about this, wondering whether the crystal ball was broken because it had not been used for nearly a hundred years, a line of text that made them feel even more confused was quietly born.

[In compliance with the requirements of the heir to Fort St. Grant, the relevant trials are officially launched. 】