Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The sounds of conversation, page flipping, and the slight clattering of desks and chairs merged together, forming a delicate harmony.

Despite being slightly noisy, this sound brought about comfort as it was a true reflection of the vibrant vigor of life.

In the back row of this classroom.

Hyperion remained silent.

Conflicting emotions began to interweave in Hyperion's heart.

Her gaze fluctuated between the lectern and the exit, her fingers gently pinching the pages of the book, as her mental scale swayed.

"Lanci, usually, various types of preparations are required prior to challenging the Shadow World."

Finally, Hyperion strove to calm her inner turmoil first, speaking in a gentle, trickling tone,

"Of course, we also need to consider if our teammates are compatible."

And to practice more to ensure that our teammates are trustworthy and so on.

In short, leaving immediately is too abrupt, impulsive...

"How about we go in a few days? Please consider it carefully."

The tone of Hyperion's voice was becoming increasingly depressed.

Perhaps by tomorrow, Lanci would learn about her Demon Race identity from Modan or someone else.

To see the real her.

And then.

He could renege as agreed, making a better decision.

This might be a better outcome for Lanci.

Lanci looked at the indecisive Hyperion, who seemed to be gradually having cold feet, as if he understood her inner thoughts.

Her answer seemed to be—

She needed a more determined teammate to help her make decisions.

"Hyperion, sometimes what seems like thoughtful planning can turn into endless procrastination, till you simply give up."

Lanci gave a roguish smile while realizing his plan to legally skip class. His entire being was devoid of fatigue, even his speech was full of vitality,

"If we do not leave now, we will never be able to set sail! So trust me, let's go."

Lanci's voice was clear, he stood up and looked at Hyperion.

He seemed eager to take her on a magical journey.

At that moment.

The sky was gradually stained pink as the sunlight from the setting sun shone upon it, reminiscent of dawn.

The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the classroom were calm like the sea's surface, reflecting their images.

Lanci's words, like a small boat, stirred waves in her tumultuous heart sea, resonating continually.

Hyperion stared at Lanci's clear and earnest emerald-green eyes, failing to conceal the real palpitation in her eyes.

It seemed like she had finally made up her mind.

"Let's go."

With a crisp and firm response, Hyperion also stood up and briskly followed Lanci towards the exit of the classroom.

...

The departure of the two caused ripples to spread through the slightly noisy classroom as if a stone had been thrown in, and it suddenly fell silent.

All eyes were on the two students who decided to run away right before class started, until they completely disappeared from their sight.

Amidst sounds of astonishment and curiosity, interest surged once again like a tidal wave!

The entire classroom buzzed with discussion!

"Where did they go?"

"Did they skip class to go on a date?"

Some students were intensely engaged in gossip, while others gathered together fervently to join the discussion, their faces brimming with excitement.

Even the students who were quietly reading dropped their books to join the fervent discussion circle.

"I overheard them saying they were going to challenge the Shadow World..."

Until one student with a disbelieving look on his face pondered.

The surrounding quieted down considerably.

Drawing considerable attention.

"Are you kidding? They're leaving to challenge the Shadow World on the first day back? You must've heard wrong, they must be making excuses to go on a date."

"I'm sure of it, they really did say they're going to challenge the Shadow World."

"Just the two of them?"

"Just the two of them."

"Whaaat?!?!"

Instantly, the atmosphere in the classroom grew tense.

All eyes were focused on the few students who confirmed Lanci and Hyperion's conversation.

Following which, the clamorous discussions echoed once again throughout the classroom.

It's unheard of at Ichrite Academy to have two freshmen teaming up to go to the real Shadow World on the first day of school!

Do keep in mind, the majority of the freshmen haven't gotten their licenses yet.

Even for the superior rookies who got their Iron-level Challenger licenses upon entry, they typically debut in teams with upperclassmen.

Because, this isn't some type of race or achievement, it is a life-threatening challenge, in which one stakes their life and soul.

"If, I mean if, they managed to pass the third round of the exam through sheer strength and coordination without the rumored stroke of luck, then would they really be able to handle the real Second-order Shadow World without experience?"

"Not sure, some Second-order Shadow Worlds could be very dangerous, and even some Third-order Shadow Worlds may be relatively safe, it's all down to luck."

"Certain Shadow Worlds may correspond to dangerous timelines and historical scenarios. In such instances, even if the rank of the Challenger is higher than the Shadow World, it often results in a large number of deaths."

As the students were discussing, Vice Dean Ron walked into the classroom with a hefty ancient book in his hand.

This last lesson of the day, "Magic Detection and Shielding," was taught by him, the Vice Dean.

After placing the book on the lectern, Vice Dean Ron began to survey the classroom.

He felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was overly lively.

These freshmen were like they were celebrating a festival, continuing their animated discussions.

Soon, the new students in the classroom gradually quieted down and focused on Vice Dean Ron.

At this moment, Vice Dean Ron couldn't help showing a puzzled look.

Why did these students all seem like they wanted to say something when they looked at him?

It seemed like they wanted to tell him something important, yet hesitated as to whether it was appropriate to say it out.

"What's going on?"

Vice Dean Ron looked at the student in the front row, questioning.

"...Two students ran off to challenge the Shadow World."

The student looked at Ron hesitantly.

Looking back, Ron didn't even need to ask which two students, he already knew the answer.

Because the two students he was concerned about, Lanci and Hyperion, could not be found in the classroom.

After a moment, Ron pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression becoming quite complex.

Although all the students were unaware of the coordination and performance between those two during the third round of the exam, Ron was.

If other students left to challenge the real Shadow World on the first day of school, Vice Dean Ron would definitely be extremely anxious now, even needing to call an emergency meeting.

But if it were Lanci and Hyperion, the nature of the issue seemed to change slightly...