Infinite Evolution System Made Me Too OP!

Yet, Annabelle wasn't all that worried about her staying in the matches until at least the semifinals. After all, she was an Immortal King herself, and not even a weak one, as she was of Grade 5, putting her ahead of even a lot of Second Generation Students!

'I can do this!' Annabelle thought with an unexpected surge of determination as she clenched her dainty fists and finished up eating before moving over to the outdoor Training Grounds.

As she worked on polishing her rusty strength and skills, Azmodeus found himself plopped onto a chair, which was situated right next to the chair that the young thug leader was forced to sit on. Noticing the vengeful glare boring holes into the side of his head, Azmodeus looked away from the professor who had temporarily left the room after going through a very intense session of scolding them.

"So, whatcha in here for?" he asked like an Italian mobster, to which the young thug stuck up his middle finger and said, "Fck you, ashole!" then proceeded to flip the second middle finger.

Azmodeus chuckled a little before looking down at the fingers that had already been healed by the Immortal Energy constantly coursing through his body. If he weren't so clouded by pain earlier, he likely could have healed up instantly, but since most of the students here were not used to stressful situations, his mind blanked. This was very common among the young and inexperienced immortals, so the thug leader couldn't be entirely blamed.

"Well," said Azmodeus. "Now that it's just me and you here, I'm going to tell you exactly what's going to happen when we leave this room." His expression morphed from playful to terrifying within an instant, causing the thug's hair to stand on end. "When you are excused, you will head straight back to the young master Issosaur who sent you here. Then, in the same goofy voice, you will tell him that he can eat sht and die. Moreover, he also has a triple-layered pickle chin, erectile dysfunction, and a case of uncontrollable 'I pick up no btches' aura."

"After telling him all that, make sure he knows that I said it."

"And why would I do that??" the young thug exclaimed, to which Azmodeus said coldly, "You are rebellious, and that is fine for someone your age, but don't try to overstep your boundaries." He patted him on the shoulder, making sure to smile warmly. Unable to take the fright, the young thug shrank his head into his neck and nodded, with large beads of sweat raining down his face.

"Good, very good," said Azmodeus as he relaxed his expression and returned his hand back to his side. "Though if you don't manage to convey this messag—"

"I won't!" the thug leader blurted out as he practically jumped out of his seat.

Azmodeus's face returned to complete neutrality. "Very well; I'll believe you," he said before waiting for the professor to return.

After getting off with a couple of slaps on the wrist, Azmodeus and the young thug leader left the room and quickly parted ways, each setting out to achieve their objectives. For him, however, he planned to first meet up with the foreign purple-haired princess and then better contemplate just how he's going to maximize his benefits in the upcoming tournament. Furthermore, he needed to get his trusty teammate to permit him a gathering with the daughter of the Headmaster, or even better would be the Realm Lord's daughter.

'If either of them can help me increase the benefits that I was already going to aim to obtain with Annabelle's connection to her master, then everything will proceed all the smoother,' Azmodeus thought as he inwardly smirked. 'The Evil Sovereign and his forces will soon descend on these lands, and I wish to see exactly what sort of person caused it all to happen.'

He speculated on the loot he would soon obtain as he traveled through the corridors of the Academy. Eventually, he caught sight of a purple blur flashing around an open green field, so he approached it and tapped softly. "Ah! What the—" Annabelle tripped over and fell while in the middle of practicing her footwork, leaving her with her plump rump poised up in the air. Her extremely mature purple-laced panties were put on full display for Azmodeus. "Well, well, well, I didn't expect you to be that type of girl," he said with a fox-like grin. "Who would've thought a princess to be into those kinds of things—"

Rushing to her feet, Annabelle pulled down her skirt and puffed out her cheeks with an aggrieved look. "I am not that kind of girl!" she shouted defensively. "I-I just happened to like the color of these, so I bought them! It wasn't like I was expecting to get a boyfriend or anything!" But utterly failed when it came to telling the truth.

"Sure, sure," Azmodeus laughed lightheartedly before walking away from the flustered girl, instead making his way toward a large gray building on the western side of the Academy, which was where students could register for events.

"Hey! Don't just leave after that! I was being serious!"

"I know."

"I don't think you do, you jerk!"

"Haha."

"Don't laugh about it!!"

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Annabelle was right behind Azmodeus as they both strolled through the Academy Grounds, attracting the attention of countless nosy students. When one of the School Belles walked with an unknown man, it was bound to stir up rumors. Ultimately, these rumors found their way back to young master Issac, which infuriated him even further. Moreover, they made their way to two beautiful women battling each other in a fierce sword battle in one of the Academy's side arenas.

"Say, have you heard about Anna hanging out with the handsome, red-haired transfer student?" A girl with long blonde hair sliced forward, leaving sparks of ice in her wake. To which a pretty girl with medium-length black hair in a ponytail parried with her silver sword and deflected the blade enough out of the way to create an opening. "Yeah, I've heard a little something here and there, but no matter how handsome the guy is, I just never would've expected Anna to fall, you know?"