Chapter 508
Records and Results
Chapter 508 Records and Results
The air in the treatment room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Viola's wide, silver-gray eyes were fixed on Jemin.
His expression shifted from astonishment to a sharp glint of scrutiny, assessment, and sudden realization.
She didn't press for answers like "Are you sure?" or "Do you have any evidence?", and she didn't even hesitate for a moment.
"Ha!" She chuckled briefly, her tone rising with a peculiar excitement. "My junior brother is so awesome!"
She didn't need Jemin to provide any proof of the kill—such as the Holy Son's identity badge, the remains of his exclusive sorcery artifact, or fragments of his soul imprint.
Knowing her junior classmate, who always managed to create "surprises," she knew he had no reason to lie like that.
"Stay put!" Viola suddenly turned around and swept out of the treatment room like the wind, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air, "...The old man needs to know about this!"
Jemin opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, the silver construct caregiver leaned back and resumed its interrupted scanning work, calmly reporting: "Vital signs are normal, and no obvious lie stress response was detected. Overall assessment: the subject's statement is highly credible."
"Thanks, but you can just check my body, no need for a lie detector test." Jemin lay back down with a dark expression.
Before long, footsteps approached faster than expected.
The first to return was Instructor Clark. His expression remained indifferent, but his pace was slightly faster than usual.
The other person who walked in behind him made Jemin feel a slight chill.
He was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue robe adorned with stars, with a refined and scholarly appearance, but his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as the boundless night sky.
Simply by standing there, he naturally exudes an aura of majesty that blends perfectly with his surroundings while subtly controlling everything.
Dionysius Spencer, a seventh-level wizard.
Clark's senior, one of the true high-level decision-makers of the Noren Workshop, and also an important person in charge of the front-line camp.
Jemin tried to stand up straight to bow, but Dionysius casually waved his hand, a gentle yet irresistible force making him relax again.
"Lie down. You're injured now, but you're also a hero." His voice was calm, yet it carried a convincing power. "Clark gave you a rough account of the situation. You claimed to have killed the 'Holy Son' of the Chaos Cult while you were seriously injured?"
His gaze fell on Jemin, without any sense of oppression, yet it seemed to penetrate the barrier of flesh and soul, looking directly at the most essential truth.
Upon hearing this, Jemin looked at his mentor with gratitude.
From what the other party said, it was clear that the wizard Dionysius Spencer had come because his mentor, Clark, had vouched for what he had said.
Although Jemin himself did not lie to him, Clark was willing to vouch for him without even meeting him to confirm, and Jemin was absolutely grateful for this trust.
Jemin nodded: "Yes, Mr. Spencer. Although the situation was chaotic at the time and I was in very poor condition myself, it is basically certain."
“Tell me what happened, especially what you encountered before you were injured,” Dionysius said succinctly. “Focus on the enemy wizards you encountered, especially… those who might be related to your serious injury.”
Professor Clark stood quietly to the side, his gaze beneath his gray robe like a precise measuring instrument.
Viola pulled out a chair from somewhere, sat back, rested her chin on the back of the chair, and stared unblinkingly at Jemin with her silver-gray eyes, her face saying, "Tell me, tell me."
Clearly, after learning that Jemin had killed the Holy Son, the three of them were no longer focused on the fact that Jemin could kill the Holy Son.
It could even be said that the wizards present understood the key point in an instant: since Jemin was able to kill the enemy's holy son while he was seriously injured, then the person who could seriously injure him was definitely not an ordinary enemy!
Jemin took a deep breath, composed himself, and began to recall and recount:
"I was discovered while on a deep reconnaissance mission, near what appeared to be a large enemy control node. Three level-six wizards caught up with me, and they worked together very well. Two of them were probably from the Chaos Cult, and the other looked like an old woman. I was too fast to observe her methods, so I don't know her specific abilities."
“The other one…” Jemin recalled the situation carefully, describing it in more detail, “wearing heavy, dark purple metallic armor, with constantly flowing black runes engraved on the surface of his skin. Beside him was a… strange greyhound that looked like it was woven from shadows, incredibly fast, and it seemed to be the one leading the pursuit.”
Upon hearing this, Dionysius Spencer and his mentor Clark's eyes lit up almost simultaneously.
“Like a greyhound woven from shadows… a shadow hound… and it likes to wear heavy armor, with black runes etched on its skin…” Dionysius’s gaze narrowed slightly.
Clark added in his usual calm tone, "It's [Shadow Curse] Charon. He's skilled in curse casting and shadow manipulation. That Shadowhound is his trademark. Given enough information, his tracking ability is extremely powerful, and he can even penetrate spatial concealment to some extent."
Dionysius nodded: "Since it's Charon, then the old woman you took care of first was most likely his regular partner, [The Collector] Alice. Specializing in information gathering, battlefield concealment, and intelligence analysis."
"This duo consists of one who gathers information and creates interference, and the other who tracks and captures. Moreover, Caron's curse magic can reach its maximum power with the help of the large amount of information gathered by Alice. The two have worked together for many years and are extremely difficult to deal with. If an ordinary level six wizard is targeted by them, the chance of escape is less than 30%."
At this point, Dionysius Spencer looked at Jemin with some curiosity: "How did you manage to escape their pursuit?"
Jemin shook his head: "I couldn't shake them off. Realizing that, I used a magic circle to incapacitate them."
"Wow!" Viola couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jemin. "Junior, you ambushed and wiped out this golden duo?!"
Jemin's face twitched as he recalled how he had completely depleted his worldly energy:
"Senior, don't make it sound so easy. I set up that complex magic array a long time in advance, using up almost all the relevant materials I had with me, and even some very precious ones. And in the end, the effect wasn't good. Strictly speaking, it didn't eliminate the opponent; it just threw their souls into chaos, causing them to lose their ability to fight for a period of time."
He paused, then continued, "After dealing with those two, I immediately retreated towards the camp at full speed. But the third wizard wasn't affected by the magic circle, so he caught up with us. Judging from his badge, he should be a level six wizard from the Tower of Annihilation..."
Jemin described in detail the other party's misty, ever-changing body, its cold, scarlet pupils, and its "annihilation" power that seemed capable of erasing the existence of everything.
It particularly focuses on describing the opponent's most common attack method: a huge palm print formed from gray-black mist, covering the sky and the earth. Each strike contains multiple superimposed annihilation effects, not only annihilating matter and energy, but also eroding the soul structure and spatial stability.
At first, when Jemin described the "mist body," "scarlet pupils," and "annihilation power," Dionysius and the other two remained relatively calm, as many wizards in the Tower of Annihilation possessed similar characteristics. However, when Jemin clearly stated key details such as "palm-like attack," "wide-range coverage," and "containing multiple stacks of annihilation damage," the atmosphere in the treatment room suddenly changed.
Professor Clark's usually imperceptible face showed a slight furrow in his brow.
Dionysius Spencer's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he had discovered a hidden treasure... or a dangerous beast.
Viola gasped, jumped up from her chair, walked over to Jemin, and patted him on the shoulder with an almost solemn expression.
Jemin felt a little uneasy under their gazes: "What's wrong? Is there...something special about this person?"
Viola took a deep breath and said, word by word, "If... the details you mentioned are correct, then the one you killed was not an ordinary level six wizard from the Tower of Annihilation."
She paused for a moment, seemingly processing the shock of the information.
"That is the Hand of Annihilation."
When Jemin heard this address, he was first stunned, then realized what it meant, and then felt a slight chill run down his spine.
In the wizarding world, especially among high-ranking wizards, titles themselves often convey information about power and status.
The most common sixth-level wizards often have titles that combine with their names, such as [Shadow Spell] Caron and [Collector] Alice.
This is because the number of wizard civilizations is so large that even high-level wizards in a small area are very likely to have the same name, and it is easy to confuse them based on their titles or names alone.
Therefore, high-ranking wizards are usually referred to in this way for better differentiation.
But when a wizard becomes powerful enough within his community, his title becomes unique.
People only need to mention that title to clearly identify him.
Over time, this title replaced his original name and became his sole identifier in the world of power.
"The Hand of Annihilation" is such a title.
This means that the other party is not only a level six wizard, but also a recognized elite among level six wizards, one of the small group of people standing at the peak of that level!
Its strength far surpasses that of a combination like Caron and Alice. It is a terrifying existence capable of carrying out high-risk strategic missions alone, and can even pose a certain threat to a level seven wizard.
Dionysius Spencer recovered from his brief shock and immediately pressed for more details about the battle: the color gradient of the opponent's palm print, the specific traces left when the power of annihilation eroded space, and the opponent's core weakness that Jemin observed during his counterattack.
Jemin answered each question one by one, recalling some details that he hadn't paid much attention to at the time, only now with the guidance of the level seven wizard.
After a moment, Dionysius slowly exhaled, a complex expression on his face.
There was amazement, and also lingering fear, which ultimately transformed into a deep recognition of Jemin's potential.
"The palm print changed color from gray to black, and there were fine traces of spatial crystallization and cracking at the edges... The core weakness is the point where the mist flow speed changes slightly to the right of the chest..." He repeated a few key points in a low voice, and then nodded affirmatively.
“That’s right, it’s one of the combat characteristics and one of the few known weaknesses of the [Hand of Annihilation]. This information is extremely valuable. You little brat, you actually managed to take down such a being…”
He looked at Clark, his tone filled with undisguised admiration: "Clark, you've taken on an extraordinary student."
Clark nodded with a smile, then subtly changed the subject:
"The elite squad that went deep behind enemy lines for reconnaissance was wiped out. We've always wondered what kind of interception force could be so clean and efficient... Now we understand. With the [Hand of Annihilation] in charge, and with the help of Karon and Alice's tracking and locking, an ordinary level six squad really has no chance of escaping."
Dionysius Spencer turned his gaze to Jemin again, but this time it was not merely the gaze he was giving to an injured fifth-level junior; it was more like the gaze he was taking on a star destined to shine in the future.
"To break through the tracking group and then slay the 'Hand of Annihilation' with the power of a level 5 wizard... Wizard Jemin, you did a far better job than I expected. The value of this achievement far exceeds the coordinate information you submitted."
He paused, his tone softening: "Your primary task now is to recover from your injuries. The workshop will verify and record your achievements in killing [The Hand of Annihilation] and 'The Holy Son,' and you will receive corresponding military merits and contributions."
After saying that, he nodded slightly to Clark.
Clark patted Jemin on the head, and the two turned and left the treatment room together. They clearly needed to immediately reassess the enemy's combat deployment and adjust their own strategy.
Only Jemin and Viola remained in the room.
Viola now wore a smug and proud expression.
She walked up to Jieming and ruffled his still slightly messy hair. "Not bad, junior! Quietly accomplishing great things! [The Hand of Annihilation]! Even the old man warned me to be careful of that tough guy! And you actually fell for him! You truly are my junior!"
She looked happier than if she had won a battle herself.
Jemin straightened his hair with a hint of helplessness: "Senior, I was really just lucky this time, and I almost didn't make it back."
"Luck is also a part of strength, especially in the wizarding world." Viola said dismissively, hands on her hips, chin raised. "You should focus on recovering; I need to go out for a bit!"
With an undisguised, almost overflowing, gleam of "show-off" on her face, she turned and walked towards the door.
His steps were light and quick, and even his back view exuded a triumphant and arrogant air.
It was like a cat that had just won a fight, eager to let the whole camp know how powerful its little one was.
Jemin shook his head helplessly as he watched her walk sideways like a crab.
He lay back down on the cold metal platform, feeling the warm power continuously emanating from the magic circle, and began to silently plan his next move after his injuries healed.
(End of this chapter)