Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

In the spacious step classroom of the first year at Sage Academy, after Lanci finished speaking, the sudden face-off seemed to momentarily freeze all sounds in the air, leaving nothing but this oppressive, pervasive, unbreakable silence.

Even the afternoon light that poured into the classroom through the windows seemed to have slowed slightly.

At this moment, the other students were like statues with various expressions — some were staring at the scenery outside the window while listening, some had their heads down looking at their books, pretending not to care, and some just turned their heads around in their seats.

In any case, they were all silently indulging in the drama happening at the back row.

And these observers, they finally realized what a despicable person Lanci was!

His first sentence was actually a trap!

It was only after successfully eliciting Modan's habitual derisive remarks that the general legal warning followed.

At this moment, Modan's face was as black as a pot, and he said nothing. He felt as if he had been played by Lanci.

After a few seconds that seemed short in reality but long in sensation.

"How old are you this year?"

Lanci finally broke the silence by asking again.

Modan didn't understand what Lanci was implying by asking his age, so he didn't respond.

Or perhaps Modan was no longer willing to respond to Lanci's questions casually.

"He's 19."

Hyperion informed Lanci on the side.

She had a rough idea about Lanci's intentions — after spending some time together, she discovered that Lanci's thought process was not entirely unfathomable, it was just that most people couldn't catch up.

Lanci did a brief calculation and then looked at Modan:

"Then you'll be out by 27."

"?"

Modan was taken aback for a moment, before he understood Lanci's meaning.

Lanci didn't seem to be uttering threats, but rather, he was seriously calculating that as plaintiff's attorney, he could secure a minimum sentence of 8 years for the defendant.

"Hoo..."

Lanci yawned, casually laid back on the table again, and then winked at Modan with a smile.

It was as if he had just played a small joke on Modan.

However.

This kind of friendly and harmless gesture, in Modan's eyes at this moment, only made his blood pressure spike!

Modan's pupils were trembling slightly, his eyes were like a barrel of explosives that might explode at any time. His facial muscles remained still, but his throat tightened as if trying to suppress his fury from erupting into words.

"You should first see if you can wait for this Miss Duchess to inherit the Alansar family. Otherwise, all this is meaningless."

Modan finally managed to suppress his anger and impulsiveness, which felt like they were ignited by a demon.

"Lanci Welfort, if you don't want your own Welfort Chamber of Commerce to be implicated, it's best not to meddle in her affairs any further."

He stared coldly at the relaxed Lanci, threatening him in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Lanci frowned slightly.

"So… If I continue to help Hyperion, you will try to bring down the Welfort Chamber of Commerce, is that right?"

"Yes, we, the Marquis Gasigus family, have plenty of ways to legally take over your entire business at a minimal cost."

Modan became extremely cautious at this moment.

He knew that Lanci's question just now was an attempt to trick him into revealing "evidence of criminal conduct" again.

But repeating the same trick again and again was a disgraceful act.

Modan coldly laughed in his heart, certain that with his power, he had plenty of ways to manipulate this clever border town's young man.

For instance, he couldn't possibly not care about his own Welfort Chamber of Commerce!

But at the next moment.

Modan could never have imagined that—

Lanci was staring at him eagerly, as if he were looking at a savior.

This sincere look of anticipation gave Modan a chill.

"?"

Who would be overjoyed at the news of their family business being threatened?

What on earth did your father do to you when you were young that made you hate the Welfort family so much?!

"Business battles are just a game of winner takes all and loser falls, swallow if you can, no need to inform me."

Lanci shrugged, eyes closed, an image of indifference.

Modan took a deep breath, finally felt an intense sense of frustration and desolation.

"Lanci Welfort, the ability to talk big is meaningless, the extent of your true capabilities will be fully exposed in the Shadow World soon. I hope you won't disgrace yourself in front of the whole Royal Capital. A lot of people are watching you."

Modan realized that Lanci was so heartless, he was almost like a member of the Demon Race!

No wonder he got along with Hyperion.

"Hyperion, navigate your mud boat loaded with your dreams right into the deep sea."

Tossing out this phrase, Modan left with a dark expression.

Modan was convinced in his words.

Because he knew that if Hyperion wanted to become stronger, to seize more chance to find her father, her only solution was to ask for his help, to surrender to him.

One day she would realize to find him out.

...

After Modan left, many murmurs filled the classroom.

A discerning student realized that Lanci's accusation against Modan could be epoch-making.

Because many prestigious schools in the South Continent have never set the precedent of successfully sending a schoolmate to jail since their establishment.

If Lanci sets this harbinger, for Hyperion hiring him as a lawyer to threaten Modan.

Then the traditions of Ichrite Magic Academy could likely be led astray by Lanci.

Previously, when students had irreconcilable disputes, mostly solved in the arena or the Artificial Shadow World with life protection.

If it were serious, they would make a deadly wager, a match where reputation is at stake.

However, with Lanci's example, the students began to realize-

Any campus disputes could potentially be resolved by using the most effective and efficient method - sending the opponent directly to jail!

The back row of the classroom.

"Sigh..."

Hyperion finally let out a reluctant chuckle.

Ever since she met Lanci, she felt that he was serious yet absurd at the same time.

If he were an opponent, he would undoubtedly become a super rookie.

But if he were a teammate, he would be the most reassuring and beautiful freshman.

"Lanci, thank you."

"It's nothing, I always dislike conflicts and prefer mediation, there's no need for unnecessary fights among classmates."

Seeing Modan leave, Lanci lay on the table, mumbling.

He felt he was about to become a sleep king again.

With sleepy eyes, he looked at the clock, feeling to be in an endless agony.

He didn't want to attend classes.

Even the legal textbook that he had been yearning for, he didn't have the energy to read anymore.

Just like when he was in high school, whenever he had to study a subject he didn't like, he would doze off as soon as the teacher started speaking.

Lanci thought, why not go to the Shadow World for challenges today?

According to the regulations of the academy, if you skip classes due to challenges in the Shadow World, it won't count as truancy, and they will even give you a certain period of leave for adjustments after you've passed.

Moreover, the academy will award students a small amount of real credits depending on the difficulty and the completion of challenges in the Shadow World - it could be used as credits for any elective courses in a semester, or even exempt you from compulsory courses if you've gathered enough!

Therefore, many dumb martial artists from Knight College strive their hardest in the Shadow World, making all-out efforts to replace the compulsory courses in a roundabout way!

Lanci felt that he was about to walk down this lane now.

He couldn't help but look at Hyperion.

It seemed like she was having a very easy time studying today, not as painful as he had been.

And Hyperion seemed to be a very cautious and steady person.

He wasn't sure if she would agree to go on an adventure in the Shadow World with him.