I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 13: Chapter13-The Beginning of Revenge

Watching Alex's retreating figure, John shook his head,

"That guy really lacks manners. We're all classmates here, and he didn't even bother to say goodbye."

Daniel nodded in agreement, "Exactly, no manners at all!"

Alex, who hadn't gone far, stumbled upon hearing their words.

If it weren't for his inability to beat them, he would have loved to confront these two shameless fellows right then and there.

They dared to accuse him of lacking manners!

Alex was starting to regret his actions.

He shouldn't have wasted his breath on knightly virtues with these two; he should have just ordered his guards to take them down, burying these nuisances alive.

Even if not killing them, at least giving them a good beating to vent his frustration would have been satisfying.

The others around fell silent, stunned by the audacity of the two.

After taking a few deep breaths, Alex managed to suppress the rage boiling within him.

His expression darkened as he thought bitterly,

"Enjoy your arrogance for now. It won't be long before you regret crossing me, begging for my forgiveness!"

The Foster House's scavenging team had recently discovered a high-level secret realm not far from Stellarburg.

Alex's father, Richard Foster, had already connected with a representative from the Goldworth Consortium in Safe Zone 301, Baron, planning to jointly develop this secret realm.

With this high-level secret realm and the support of the Goldworth Consortium, the power of House Foster was bound to surge significantly!

From then on, House Foster could step out of Stellarburg and make its mark in the capital, shining in the Federal.

By then, he and these two detestable fellows would be worlds apart, with them only able to look up to him in pity.

The thought of these two despised individuals possibly groveling before him one day dispelled much of Alex's frustration, lightening his steps considerably.

After Alex left, many from StellarSea Academy also bid farewell to John and Daniel.

By now, ten hours had passed since they had entered the dungeon.

After a day of battling, they were all exhausted and ready to head back for a good rest, to recharge for the fight tomorrow.

Of course, there were also many leveling enthusiasts who chose to stay in the dungeon.

They were determined not to leave until the seven-day newbie trial was over.

The outcome of this trial was crucial for their futures, as it would determine the caliber of institutions where they could further their studies.

Especially for those students with common talents and classes, achieving good results in this trial could potentially catch the attention of renowned Federal institutions.

Therefore, for them, this trial was akin to a last lifeline, which explained their desperate efforts.

John watched this scene with mixed feelings.

Initially, he would have been one of them.

But after awakening the Divine Favor Tome and becoming an All-Class Magus, John didn't much care about which academy he would end up in.

With his talent, no institution could hinder his rise; it was merely a matter of time.

Naturally, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to join top-tier institutions in the Federal like the Imperial College, War Academy, or StellarSea Academy.

But if the opportunity didn't arise, he would only feel a sense of loss, not despair.

Such was the confidence that his immense talent afforded him.

Seeing so many people choose to stay, Daniel scratched his head and said to John, "These folks are really crazy. I'm planning to head back too. You coming with?"

Daniel had considerable talent, and with his father, Christopher Kingsley, having invested money in a prestigious academy in the capital, he wasn't worried about his admission.

Naturally, he felt no need to push himself as hard as the others.

"You go ahead, I'll head back later," John shook his head.

He had things to do and couldn't leave with Daniel.

Daniel didn't say much else, nodded, and departed.

Once Daniel had left, John didn't linger.

He was close to Morgue Hospital.

It wasn't long before he saw the ominous hospital looming ahead.

To avoid leaving any traces, John took out the iron-tier robe that belonged to the archer woman.

Draping it over himself, he then covered his face with a black cloth, leaving only his cold, murderous eyes exposed.

The game of revenge had begun!

...

Morgue Hospital, the morgue.

At this moment, the temperature in the morgue had dropped to several degrees below zero, with bright white frost forming on the ceiling and floor, creating a world of ice and snow.

"Roar!!!"

A humanoid monster with eight arms, resembling a spider, let out a series of roars at the stunning woman holding an ice crystal staff in front of it.

Three of its arms had been shattered, the wounds covered in unthawed frost.

Despite its injuries, the monster's speed was undiminished, its five remaining arms attacking in turn, each movement leaving a trail of afterimages.

Seraphina's graceful figure dodged the monster's assaults, her ice crystal staff emitting an icy blue light.

Frost quickly gathered, forming an ice spike in mid-air, slowly taking shape.

Beads of sweat glistened on Seraphina's forehead, yet her eyes remained bright.

Seizing the opportunity, she aligned the ice spike and thrust it fiercely towards the monster's skull.

"-863!"

The sharp ice spike pierced through the Octo-limbed Undead Fiend, bringing it crashing to the ground.

At the same time, a glow of leveling up emanated from Seraphina.

Level 5!

Leaning against the wall, Seraphina breathed heavily, her expression weary.

The battle against the level 6 elite monster, the Octo-limbed Undead Fiend, had drained her physical strength and MP to their limits, leaving her unable to fight any longer.

However, Seraphina was satisfied with her performance.

In just one day, she had reached level 5 on her own, a feat she believed few in Stellarburg could match.

After regaining some strength, Seraphina didn't even glance at the equipment dropped by the Octo-limbed Undead Fiend and headed straight out of the morgue.

Lucas was waiting outside quietly.

Seeing Seraphina emerge, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over.

Lucas said enthusiastically, "Seraphina, I've arranged for a hovercar to be ready downstairs. It can take us back, which will be much more convenient."

"Thank you, but there's no need. I can go back on my own," Seraphina declined politely, her brows slightly furrowed, clearly unenthused by Lucas's attentiveness.

Ever since her trip to the capital three years ago, where she met Lucas at her grandfather's banquet, he had clung to her like a persistent adhesive, even going as far as to follow her to Stellarburg, much to her annoyance.

Seraphina understood all too well that Lucas's pursuit was driven by her beauty and her connections to the House Harris in the capital.

His courteous demeanor was merely a facade.

However, Lucas hailed from the renowned House Carter of the capital, a prominent family within the Federal, and even Seraphina's father could not easily dismiss him.

Despite her dislike for the man, Seraphina could do nothing but tolerate his presence, not wanting to trouble her father or grandfather.

Seraphina sighed inwardly. Born into a top-tier family, she enjoyed all the glory, wealth, and conveniences that came with it, but she was also bound by the unspoken rules among the elite families.

Seraphina was well aware that despite her considerable talent and the affection she received from her family's elders, without sufficient influence, she could one day become a pawn in the family's games, her life used as a bargaining chip to secure greater benefits for the clan.

It was precisely because Seraphina did not want such a fate that she was strict with herself, striving tirelessly to enhance her strength and tap into her potential.

Only with enough power could she ascend to a position of authority, say "no" to the elders, and take control of her own life...

"Seraphina, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Lucas, noticing something amiss in Seraphina's demeanor, asked with a look of concern.

Seraphina gathered her thoughts, reverting to her usual cool composure. "It's nothing," she said calmly.

Lucas opened his mouth, intending to say more.

But Seraphina had already turned and left without hesitation, showing no interest in further conversation.

Watching Seraphina's graceful departing figure, Lucas swallowed the words he had prepared, his eyes revealing a deep and dark shade of gloom.