Myriad Devils

Chapter 19: Once again, I must praise father

This was the importance of the mind.A weak mind wouldn’t be capable of bearing the pressure of this enlightening platform.

In fact, it wasn’t unusual; rather, it was quite common for someone to die when an uncomplex mind underwent the process of opening its mind’s eye.

A complex mind...

It was just a fancy way to say that someone had intelligence, knowledge, and high learning ability.

This is why the final exam ranking system serves as an indicator of one’s talent as a stellar fighter.

Yet, there were cases where these so-called uncomplex minds also opened their mind’s eye.hing couldn’t ignite the determination needed for a student to endure the pain of the enlightening platform, so the higher one’s rank, the more benefits one would find.

On their way back to their respective dorms, Anon separated from the group without saying anything.

Catharina noticed this and was about to approach him, but Seth was quicker.

As if the duo had previously made some arrangement, he followed Anon in a natural manner.

They headed toward another building.

Once stepping onto the metallic floor within, a robotic voice reverberated throughout the building, "St. Hope’s high school’s Anon, rank 1, St. Hope’s high school’s Seth Constantin, rank 5."

A woman with black hair tied in a bun approached them.

She was adorned in black form fitting clothing with a sheathed sword strapped to her waist.

"Rank 1, Rank 5, you can refer to me as Lyla, so tell me, what brings you two here on the first night?"

She flashed a bright smile at Seth.

Although Anon was ranked first, Seth would naturally be a stellar fighter soon, maybe in a few days.

As for rank 1, even if he was chosen as a potential genius right now, it wasn’t even confirmed that he was one.

There was the chance that he would leave the official camp after it ended without even becoming a stellar fighter.

"I don’t know, ask rank 1." Seth emotionlessly said, turning his gaze to Anon.

He couldn’t care for this woman whatsoever.

"You’re the one who decided to follow me," Anon turned to him.

"Did I say that the reason I’m here has anything to do with you?"

"No, but I’m intrigued why Anon chose to enter the hall of combat rather than going to sleep." Seth replied.

Both exchanged words in a passive-aggressive manner.

Ignoring Lyla’s existence, more accurately, it was as if she hadn’t appeared in the first place, more than ignoring, she didn’t exist.

They had already toured the place with Rolan and Parkinson, so it wasn’t a surprise that they knew where to go.

Ascending a fleet of stairs, they appeared in a hallway with doors on either side.

There were numbers displayed on the doors, red meant that it was occupied and green meant otherwise.

Surprisingly, there were several occupied doors.

"The fire of hope burns in their hearts."

Seth chuckled.

"Even as mere guards, instructors, researchers, organizers, chefs, guides, maids, and butlers... they all diligently and relentlessly attempt to alter their fates."

Although it was difficult even for the geniuses of the camp of ten thousand to become stellar fighters in the three months that the official camp ran for, humans naturally awakened at the ages of thirty to thirty-three, so there were many who were given false hope later in their lives.

Whilst Seth mocked them aloud, Anon saw it from another angle.

It wasn’t their fault.

Instilled in them from birth were fictional stories of characters altering their fate.

In a way, no one was at fault except for the creator of this society and all that came with it.

’Commendable, father.’ Anon inwardly praised.