CHAPTER 273: TIER ONE DIMENSIONAL SPACE

Of course. Here is Chapter 13, meticulously crafted from your detailed outline to build the final moments of anticipation before the trial begins.

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### **Chapter 13: A Gaping Wound in Reality**

While the Mortal Grade techniques were destiny-altering treasures, it was the final reward that truly sent a shockwave of covetous understanding through the students from more knowledgeable backgrounds. The Decade Condensed Jade Extract was a legendary elixir, almost a myth.

Dravin’s mind, processing the information from his predecessor’s memories, reeled in disbelief. A single, precious drop of that jade-like liquid, when consumed, was equivalent to a full day of non-stop, perfect-state cultivation for an average Super Soldier. And Sub-Dean Scarlet had offered an entire bottle. A full bottle contained at least thirty drops. That was, at minimum, an entire month of condensed cultivation, a shortcut of such magnitude it could change a student’s entire trajectory within the academy.

For a genius like Gerald, it could solidify his foundation and push him to a new realm. For Dravin, it was something else entirely. A month’s worth of base energy, when subjected to his system’s random multiplier... the potential was so astronomical, so utterly terrifying, that he had to forcibly suppress the thought before he lost his composure completely.

Before the students could fully absorb the weight of these heaven-defying rewards, the Sub-Dean’s voice cut through the greedy murmurs like a blade.

"Before we get started, are there any questions?"

Silence. The thousands of students were still processing the torrent of information she had delivered. They were caught in a dizzying whirlwind of emotions. They sighed in collective relief, knowing they at least had one chance to live with the emergency shield, a lifeline they could activate if they were fast enough. But that relief was quickly being consumed by a ravenous, burning greed. Those who had planned to play it safe, to find a secluded cave, hunt a single beast near the end of the trial, and scrape by with a passing grade, were now seriously reconsidering their strategy. The allure of the first-place prize was a siren’s call, tempting them to risk everything for a chance at a glorious future.

Sub-Dean Scarlet’s eyes swept over the silent, avaricious crowd. She hadn’t expected any questions. They were too young, too ignorant to know what to even ask. Not bothering to wait any longer, she raised her voice, a clear note of finality ringing in her tone.

"If that is the case, then let the 92nd Entrance Examination begin!"

As the words left her lips, a massive, crimson trident materialized in her hand. It appeared from nowhere, its form coalescing from motes of blood-red light. The weapon was a masterpiece of lethal craftsmanship, three-pronged and glowing with an intense internal aura that made the surrounding space tremble and twist violently. An intense, sanguine mist, so thick it was almost tangible, writhed around the weapon as though it had drunk the blood of gods and was still thirsty for more. The sheer pressure it exuded was suffocating.

Suddenly, she vanished. In a flicker of movement too fast for even Dravin’s Rank 4 senses to track, she reappeared a hundred meters away, standing in the empty air above the stadium floor. She held the trident aloft, a goddess of war preparing to sunder the heavens.

"This stadium contains the sealed entrance to a Tier One Dimensional Zone, a pocket dimension locked down by the academy for training purposes," she announced, her voice booming.

Then, with a terrifying battle cry, she stabbed her trident forward. Not at the ground, not at a wall, but at a single, empty point in space.

**"CRACK!"**

The tip of the trident pierced the void itself. The surrounding space where the weapon made contact shattered like a pane of stressed, crystalline glass. A cacophony of shattering sounds filled the air as the very fabric of reality splintered and broke. The sight was so fundamentally wrong, so contrary to the laws of nature, that it sent a wave of nausea and vertigo through the unprepared recruits.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sub-Dean Scarlet pulled the trident down. A sound like the world’s thickest canvas being ripped apart echoed through the stadium. With a single, swift motion, she tore a massive, two-meter-long rift through the void.

The students, Dravin included, were instantly and utterly stunned. Their jaws hung open in silent, uniform shock. The power they had witnessed, the power they were striving for, was nothing compared to this. This was not just combat; this was the manipulation of reality itself. Never in his wildest dreams would Dravin have expected the fiery, indifferent Sub-Dean to be a powerhouse of such a monstrous caliber that she could literally tear a hole in the universe with her bare hands.

The rift hung in the air, a gaping wound in the world. It did not show the sky or the stadium walls on the other side. Instead, it was a swirling, vertical vortex of colors that had no name, a maelstrom of chaotic energy that promised a world utterly alien to their own.

At that moment, Instructor Pearson and the other instructors began to move, their faces grim and serious as they started guiding the front lines of students toward the spatial tear. As his line began to shuffle forward, Mr. Pearson suddenly spoke, his voice low but imbued with energy, allowing it to be heard clearly by the thousands of recruits.

"Listen up! The trial will last just a single day, which should give you plenty of time if you are careful. Do not rush in blindly. Find a safe place, make your strategies, meditate, and calm your minds. When you feel you have reached your peak condition, only then should you go out to battle."

His eyes, full of genuine concern, swept over the faces of the students he had trained for four long months.

"Do not overdo it just because of the promised rewards! Your life matters first! Strategies of banding together to fight a stronger beast are also allowed, but be warned, your landing positions within the zone will be vastly different and spread out, so this strategy is not reliable. You may spend the entire trial just trying to find one another. And also—!"

Instructor Pearson didn’t get to finish his heartfelt advice. A cold, sharp snort, like the crack of a whip, echoed from behind him. It was the Sub-Dean, her expression clearly impatient.

Instructor Pearson stopped mid-sentence and offered an awkward, apologetic smile. He knew he had overstepped. He turned back to the students, his professional demeanor returning. "Alright, form a single file line. Move it!"

With that, he gestured for the first student in the front line to enter the spatial tear. The young man hesitated for a second, staring into the swirling chaos of the portal, before steeling his resolve and stepping through, vanishing from sight. One by one, the students began their march into the unknown.

Of course. Here is Chapter 13, meticulously crafted from your detailed outline to build the final moments of anticipation before the trial begins.

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### **Chapter 13: A Gaping Wound in Reality**

While the Mortal Grade techniques were destiny-altering treasures, it was the final reward that truly sent a shockwave of covetous understanding through the students from more knowledgeable backgrounds. The Decade Condensed Jade Extract was a legendary elixir, almost a myth.

Dravin’s mind, processing the information from his predecessor’s memories, reeled in disbelief. A single, precious drop of that jade-like liquid, when consumed, was equivalent to a full day of non-stop, perfect-state cultivation for an average Super Soldier. And Sub-Dean Scarlet had offered an entire bottle. A full bottle contained at least thirty drops. That was, at minimum, an entire month of condensed cultivation, a shortcut of such magnitude it could change a student’s entire trajectory within the academy.

For a genius like Gerald, it could solidify his foundation and push him to a new realm. For Dravin, it was something else entirely. A month’s worth of base energy, when subjected to his system’s random multiplier... the potential was so astronomical, so utterly terrifying, that he had to forcibly suppress the thought before he lost his composure completely.

Before the students could fully absorb the weight of these heaven-defying rewards, the Sub-Dean’s voice cut through the greedy murmurs like a blade.

"Before we get started, are there any questions?"

Silence. The thousands of students were still processing the torrent of information she had delivered. They were caught in a dizzying whirlwind of emotions. They sighed in collective relief, knowing they at least had one chance to live with the emergency shield, a lifeline they could activate if they were fast enough. But that relief was quickly being consumed by a ravenous, burning greed. Those who had planned to play it safe, to find a secluded cave, hunt a single beast near the end of the trial, and scrape by with a passing grade, were now seriously reconsidering their strategy. The allure of the first-place prize was a siren’s call, tempting them to risk everything for a chance at a glorious future.

Sub-Dean Scarlet’s eyes swept over the silent, avaricious crowd. She hadn’t expected any questions. They were too young, too ignorant to know what to even ask. Not bothering to wait any longer, she raised her voice, a clear note of finality ringing in her tone.

"If that is the case, then let the 92nd Entrance Examination begin!"