Gravely Injured Again

‘Dare to strike the killing blow, and you will surely die!’

‘It’s definitely the same person who took out Jörmungandr just now!’

Black’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

But the determination in his eyes did not waver in the slightest, nor did he hesitate for a moment.

“Pfft!”

The Overlord Spear, carrying all of Black’s strength, pierced into the Phantom Dragon’s head, shattering its dragon pearl!

The Phantom Dragon’s body convulsed violently, and its six compound eyes dimmed.

After letting out a final, despairing shriek, its body crashed to the ground.

At almost the exact same time he thrust his spear.

“Swish!”

A beam of golden light shot out from a corner.

At a speed impossible to track with the naked eye, it pierced directly through Black’s abdomen!

“Pfft!”

Black’s body trembled violently, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He looked down to see a gruesome, fist-sized wound in his abdomen.

Blood gushed out like a spring, and the intense pain nearly overwhelmed his nerves.

“…Shouldn’t… be fatal…”

“… “

He used his last ounce of strength to mutter to himself.

Then his vision went black, and his consciousness completely sank into an endless darkness.

His body slumped to the ground.

“Black!!”

“Cousin!!”

Everyone rushed over recklessly.

Kristine’s face was devoid of color. She was the first to kneel by Black’s side.

She released a high-tier healing spell, pressing down hard on the ghastly wound.

Tears mixed with sweat dripped down continuously.

Leon and Land couldn’t determine where the beam of light had come from and could only stand guard warily.

Brenna also fumbled to help stop the bleeding, and the scene was in complete chaos.

In a dark corner, unnoticed by anyone.

Alvin’s face was so dark it looked like water could drip from it.

He stared at Black, who was surrounded by the crowd, his eyes icy cold.

“Black, is it… You’d better not survive.”

He muttered to himself, a hint of suppressed anger in his voice.

“It seems necessary to discuss this with Randolph.”

A few days later.

Servia, a backyard filled with fresh flowers.

In a small wooden cabin, a young man lay quietly on a bed.

Judging from his steady breathing, his life had been saved.

But his face was exceptionally pale, and it seemed he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for some time.

Black’s consciousness drifted in an endless darkness.

At a certain moment.

He vaguely saw a familiar red figure appear before him.

It was Alice.

She was smiling sweetly, her expression exceptionally gentle, and she beckoned to him.

‘Alice! Wait for me!’

Black cried out in his heart and chased after her with all his might.

However, before he could get close.

A massive black Dragon King emerged from the darkness, opened its bloody maw, and swallowed Alice in one gulp!

“No!!”

His pupils contracted violently, and he let out a miserable scream!

“Hah!”

Black shot up in bed.

He gasped for breath, his forehead covered in a cold sweat.

He looked around at the familiar furnishings of the small wooden cabin.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window.

‘So… it was just a nightmare.’

But the fear in the dream had been so real that it still lingered in his heart.

‘Looks like I’m back at Uncle Victor’s house.’

After taking a few breaths to calm down, Black lifted the blanket and looked at his abdomen.

It was wrapped in a clean bandage.

He gently lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing a gruesome scar.

Although it had healed a lot, it still ached faintly.

“Good, my life was saved.”

He muttered to himself, calming his somewhat rapid heartbeat.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Brenna walked in carrying a basin of warm water.

When she saw Black sitting up, she was stunned for a moment, then a surprised smile blossomed on her face.

“Cousin! You’re awake?!”

“That’s great! How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?”

Black shook his head and forced a smile.

“I’m fine, it only hurts a little.”

Brenna put down the basin and said with lingering fear.

“You were so badly injured back then. You lost so much blood, you scared us all to death!”

Afterward, Brenna told him what had happened outside while he was unconscious.

A major incident had occurred during the Dragonheart Academy entrance exam, with many new students seriously injured.

This had caused a huge uproar in the empire.

The Empress was furious and severely reprimanded the academy for its lax supervision and weak safety awareness.

She ordered the academy to conduct a thorough investigation and give the public an explanation.

To this, Black felt some sympathy for the academy.

After all, Dragonheart Academy had been peaceful for too long.

Who would dare to provoke the highest institution of learning in the empire?

The teachers had also grown accustomed to everything going smoothly.

Who could have expected that an insider would collude with the Church’s forces to smuggle high-level draconic creatures into the entrance exam?

The academy’s contingency plans, designed for ordinary accidents, were useless in the face of such a carefully orchestrated conspiracy.

He estimated that it would be difficult for Dragonheart Academy to find any substantial results.

The insider would have long since cleaned up all the traces.

Brenna then told him that he was now famous at Dragonheart Academy.

Because he had turned the tide, he had prevented even more tragic casualties in Area A.

This was true. The Phantom Dragon had controlled so many new students.

If anything had gone slightly wrong, the death toll would not have been just one or two.

Headmaster Troy had also personally expressed his gratitude to Black.

And decided to award him the title of “Honorary Student of Dragonheart Academy.”

This was unexpected for Black.

He knew that this title was of great significance, equivalent to being an official graduate of the academy.

It came with the authority to freely enter and leave the academy and use all its facilities.

To the outside world, it also represented Dragonheart Academy, which could bring many conveniences.

What Brenna said next surprised Black even more.

“The headmaster also said that after you recover, he will personally meet with you and give you something as a token of his gratitude.”

A gift from an Emperor-Tier Sorcerer?

Black was quite shocked, unable to imagine how precious such a gift would be.

Even if the gift itself wasn’t top-tier.

Being able to establish a connection with the highest authority in the academy through this was of immeasurable value.

However, Black frowned.

So many things had happened outside. How long had he been unconscious?

“How long was I out?”

“A whole week!”

“What did you say?!”

Hearing that it had been a week, Black’s eyes suddenly widened. He pulled at his wound and had to take a few deep breaths from the pain.

Seeing his intense reaction, Brenna was a little scared, her small face looking pitiful as she said weakly.

“It’s been… a week.”

‘Hiss!’

‘It really has been a week!’

Black’s head felt like it was about to split open!

He had actually been unconscious for so long?!

It would have been fine at any other time, but of all times, it had to be now!

He asked again, resignedly, “Has the Golden Feast… already started?”

“Yes, yes!”

Brenna nodded vigorously.

Shattering Black’s last hope.

‘The sky is falling!’

The “Golden Feast” was the Dragonheart Empire’s grandest annual festival.

This festival had a long history, dating back to the founding of the empire.

Also known as the “Harvest Festival,” it was mainly to celebrate the great harvest of the empire’s various agricultural products.

And to offer sacrifices to the gods, thanking them for their blessing of favorable weather throughout the year.