CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 251: FEELS INFERIOR TO SINCARO_2

She had never been so well-behaved in front of the academy’s mentors, only to find out now that the dean was an impostor.

"Wind element, whip him!"

She commanded the blue-haired girl.

Ethan hadn’t had time to speak when the final subspecies of the Deep Sea Race triggered the blue-haired girl’s retaliatory spiral.

For the island, her slap was gentler than before, not disrupting the terrain structures. Ethan only saw several scattered remnants vanish into the moonlit distance.

Franky’s brain raced as he pondered, unable to understand what sort of spell "Wind element, whip him" was.

But soon, he had no interest in researching the spell; Franky felt a malicious gaze descend upon him.

"Wait a minute, I’m not the Time Traveler!"

He hastily explained.

He felt that, in a sense, the Time Traveler’s summoning ritual had succeeded. They had indeed summoned the "Evil God" here; the only problem was that this didn’t seem to be the one they wanted to meet.

Lindong scrutinized him, "How can you prove it?"

"I..."

It was a good question, leaving Franky momentarily speechless.

Those history books had never provided a method to identify Time Travelers. They were mysterious and powerful, and even the descriptions of their appearances couldn’t trace their origins.

"I think we should first return to the academy and make a long-term plan."

Ethan felt his mind muddled by the leap in conversation; just a few minutes ago, he was pondering how to leave the edge space, and in the blink of an eye, he was here.

And he was no longer the naive youth from Ximu Town he once was; in this adventure, he had acquired many life skills.

Just like now, looking at the Time Traveler severed in two on the ground, his body moved on its own.

He lifted the upper half to the wriggling tree roots, and they devoured the top half like food. Next was the bottom half, repeating the procedure, after which he returned to the scene of the crime. A flame rose in his palm as he carefully examined the ground, identifying all spots splattered with dark green blood, directing this ancient tree friend he met for the first time to handle the aftermath.

"Can you renovate these tree roots here, and here, and here?"

This was a massive project.

They felt a tremor beneath their feet as those blood-stained tree roots stretched forward, and Ethan took the opportunity to chat with the ancient tree about his Tree-man friend.

"Old Mu became a bestselling author in the Imperial City, and he’s currently filming a movie with a crew, which will soon hit the cinemas."

"This technology can be brought to the academy."

...

Franky felt the world had gone mad, and he needed to think carefully.

First, someone had murdered two Time Travelers, then buried their corpses in tree roots, covering up the blood-stained areas, and they mentioned a Tree-man named Old Mu, a movie, and a cinema...

What the hell are you talking about?

Franky could envision himself reporting the events before him to the Ministry of Magic; his boss would undoubtedly angrily throw the report at his forehead.

But the appearance of Time Travelers must be reported to the Ministry of Magic. Based on the Second Epoch, they were highly likely to cause civilization-subverting disasters, and indeed seemed intent on doing so—they planned to use the magic network to summon an Evil God, considered the origin of Time Travelers.

However, the summoning ritual malfunctioned, and it was Ethan and Lindong who emerged from the magic network.

Why did the summoning ritual go wrong?

And why were Ethan and Lindong in the magic network?

Wasn’t the magic network destroyed?

Faced with these questions, Franky’s head grew a size larger; if he were to draft a report to the higher-ups in the Ministry of Magic, he would have to explain and describe these issues in the document.

Yes, and Lindong.

Franky heard echoes from inside the white sphere, clearly indicating that Lindong harbored immense secrets. He didn’t know if Ethan was aware of these secrets or if he should bring up the echoes in the sphere to the two.

If Lindong wanted to conceal these secrets, speaking out rashly might get him killed.

On the journey back to the academy, Franky was filled with a multitude of thoughts.

Tonight, the campus was lively; it was already late at night, but the energy-saving crystal lamps at the academy’s entrance were all lit. The dean and mentors were discussing forming an investigative team at the academy gates.

With such a commotion on the island, they couldn’t just ignore it.

Recently, they issued a prohibition to students; classes were canceled tomorrow, and until the matter was thoroughly investigated, students must stay in their dormitories, and no one was allowed to leave the academy without permission. Violators would lose 12 credits—the highest punishment.

The Disciplinary Committee would take on the role of patrollers, checking student dorms at intervals.

Anxiety spread through the academy, with students unable to sleep, endlessly discussing.

The academy hadn’t seen such unrest requiring class suspension and a ban for many years, but for members of the Mole Club, this was undoubtedly an exciting night.

"Look, it’s Professor Franky!"

One of the mentors said with surprise.

Most mentors were delighted with this outstanding graduate of the academy; Franky was the epitome of a wayward student returning to the right path. He was once a member of the Mole Club but suddenly woke up one day and became a model student abiding by academy rules. When he graduated, the academy had him deliver a speech as a student representative, sharing his growth story.