CHAPTER 507: CHAPTER 251: FEELS INFERIOR TO SINCARO

Ethan felt that this world was full of incomprehensible mysteries, and the research on planes and the magic web still needed more effort.

For example, he had no idea how he and Lindong were "teleported" from the bottomless abyss to the academy, given that geographically, the distance between the two would span most of the Western Continent.

Perhaps the summoning ceremony is a space-moving magic created by the "Ancient People"?

After studying and communicating with Sincaro for a while, Ethan gained a deeper understanding of the Ancient People. He speculated that the earliest batch, who created highly advanced technology and left countless prophecies and spells for this world, were very likely the designers of a game.

But now, he couldn’t continue thinking.

Because a strange figure, yelling loudly, jumped out, swinging a scythe blade, launching a leap and slash at him and Lindong. From his moves and jump height, Ethan suspected that this dude in a black cloak might have played the Sword Master in the past.

So before the leaping slash landed, he was slapped away by the wind element.

This is the risk faced by every Sword Master. Ethan was once one of them.

He has emphasized countless times to never be blinded by the gentle appearance of a green-haired girl; the wind element is definitely the most aggressive elemental elf in nature, and the only one that would proactively attack without him using magic.

After Ethan’s persuasion, this time the actions of the wind element were much gentler.

She merely split the high-jumping figure along with the ancient tree canopy above his head in two, and the crack on the ground inevitably triggered the island’s tremors. The intense shaking awakened the teachers and students from their slumber. The source of the tremors was the forest outside the academy, and when they stepped outside, they saw the sight of trees collapsing into the fissure.

This wasn’t a magic initiated by ripping the earth apart, fully embodying the gentleness of the wind element, showing that she had made great strides under his earnest guidance.

"Be careful, they are—"

Franky shouted a warning, he must alert the two of the "Deans’s" true identity. But then, he only belatedly realized that the tendrils gagging him had retreated, his entangled body regained freedom. The bright moonlight fell on him, and he instinctively looked up, able to see the moon through the crack that had been cut open.

"...Time Traveler."

No one knew how long it took, but Franky finally uttered the second half of the sentence in a voice only audible to himself. He watched the figure that landed on the ground, being split into two. This time, time did not reverse; a gust of wind blew away his cloak, revealing his red-purple skin, beneath the cloak was a face that bore a mouth with three tendrils and gray-brown pupils.

He swallowed back the warning that "they can resurrect."

At least this Time Traveler seemed thoroughly dead.

The history books in the library describe Time Travelers but absolutely did not record the elemental magic Ethan had just used.

Franky could only vaguely sense that it must be some profound wind element magic.

The essence of a magic duel is the numbers.

This statement suddenly popped into his mind. Ethan had just demonstrated to him that Time Travelers could be killed by elemental magic. His surprise attack just failed, perhaps he needed to ponder his own issues more.

The Flash Thunder Spell is the most powerful spell he mastered, with his current magic power reserve, releasing the Flash Thunder Spell three times in combat was already his limit. This spell was also included in the "Level One Controlled Spells" by the Ministry of Magic, considered as "never to be used on a person unless necessary."

However, in the face of Ethan’s casually earth-ripping elemental shaping magic, Franky deeply felt the disparity on the numerical level.

"Calm down, I and Uerta are friends, friends of the Deep Sea Race."

Naturally, Ethan also saw the appearance of the red octopus face, which looked like a subspecies of the Deep Sea Race. From an ecological perspective, Uerta and his kin had dwelled in the deep sea for years, hence their dark blue skin. As for these red octopus faces who launched an attack upon first meeting, they likely lived in the magma.

But regardless, Ethan didn’t want any more killings, he explained to the "Dean," "He just triggered the Rebuttal Spiral, which wasn’t my intention."

The old man, who outwardly looked very much like the academy dean, was clearly also a subspecies of the Deep Sea Race. His white beard angrily fluttered in the wind, soon unable to maintain disguise, revealing the essence of tentacles.

Until now, Ethan didn’t know why these two Deep Sea Race subspecies attacked them. Could it be as Lindong had said, their sudden appearance interrupted the duo’s bonding play, causing them to grow furious and forcing a battle to the death?

Ethan could only say there was absolutely no need for that.

Human’s XP is free, and so is that of the Deep Sea Race subspecies.

Lindong had many wondrous little quirks, Ethan had felt more than once since long ago that there was a shadow of modern people.

"%&@&@##!"

This is the "Dean’s" answer.

Before Ethan could understand, the other party recklessly charged forward.

"They are Time Travelers."

Lindong’s gaze was much sharper now; she was startled by the "Dean’s" earlier actions. After all, she could be described as notorious when she was in the academy. She feared the Dean would hold Ethan’s hand, accusing him of the Black Demon King’s deeds, so she had been obediently hiding behind, in a docile demeanor.