The Girls Are All Coveting Me

Location: Dante Port

Chloe returned the Dawn Divine Bow to Archbishop Xining.

But the Archbishop shook his head and said:

"Your Highness, this is a gift from the gods, we have no reason to take it back."

Chloe originally wanted to politely refuse, but thinking from another angle, Cang's weapon, as his elder brother, could he not use it?

So he accepted the Dawn Divine Bow and said with a smile:

"First of all, for me, weapons are meant to be used; I won't cherish them so much."

Archbishop Xining nodded and said:

"Please feel free to dispose of it."

So Chloe took the equipment with him.

To be honest.

The Dawn Divine Bow is still quite useful.

Just like that lad Cang, it's a bit troublesome.

The power of guaranteed hit didn't bring back the senior's life. Is this fate?

—Thus, before leaving, he executed all the Evil God's Followers he could see.

Anyway, the corpses can reveal enough information.

When he finally stopped to rest, he had already returned to the Ethereal Emblem.

The mentors left first after coming out of the Teleportation Array.

As for the students, they were all sprawled on the ground at the Duel Plaza.

After all, they gained a lot of experience this trip, but the price was enduring a lot of torment.

The usual training is really different from frontline combat.

The tension caused them to consume more energy than usual training conditions.

The unprecedented tense atmosphere made them unable to have a good night's sleep.

But after a battle, quite a few people had a vague tendency to advance.

"I want to go check the Amber Hall, Ke, I'll take them away first."

Daniel waved his hand and left with two unwilling roommates.

The renovation of the Amber Hall is still ongoing.

The overweight man really can't let go of the new industry.

So, just after coming out of the Teleportation Array, without even a moment's rest, he turned and ran toward Amber Hall.

Chloe glanced at Lilith and said:

"Let the association members all go to Amber Hall, as a welcome party, then hold a party at Amber Hall."

Mainly to boost the members' spirits.

Senior Morton's death served as a wake-up call for the newcomers.

All along, they have worked hard under the belief that "efforts will definitely pay off."

Of course, they wouldn't be foolish enough to think everything would always go smoothly.

Yet, they still feel that as long as they give their best, anything can change.

But reality taught them a lesson.

Facing the swarming Land Giant Claw Crabs, they had to act in concert to hunt down 1-2.

Even the seniors just had higher efficiency than them.

But... how many Land Giant Claw Crabs are in the fall zone?

They can't imagine how to escape swiftly if surrounded by such numbers of demons.

Only Senior Morton truly changed fate.

He flew over the obstacle of death.

But Senior Morton also paid a very harsh price.

The story ends with him embracing death once more.

Such an ending left them very frustrated.

Chloe did not like this gloomy feeling.

So he planned to lighten the mood.

Like holding a party~ pff, a party.

With these students' personalities, eating, drinking, singing, and dancing would quickly wipe away their gloom.

But before he could return, he saw a pair of eyes filled with resentment.

Just one glance, and it felt like he heard a constant murmur "drawing circles to curse you" in his ear.

Upon closer look.

Hey!

Isn't this Fratiss?

"Fratiss, what happened?"

The Little Gourmet Knight stood there with tears in her eyes, not saying a word.

Chloe was puzzled for a moment, then seemed to understand something.

He said awkwardly:

"Sorry, I was too busy in the Menilanka Zone."

For the Little Gourmet Knight, life in the Menilanka Zone was simply a hellish journey.

And the core reason was indeed caused by him.

Because all of Fratiss's belongings were stored in his Space Backpack.

Upon arriving at the Menilanka Zone, the unprecedented tense atmosphere left Chloe with no time to deliver the belongings to Fratiss.

So...

"Senior is too much!"

During Fratiss's activities, she virtually never had a full meal.

The child was starving thin.

Chloe opened and closed his mouth, then sighed:

"There's a dinner tonight, eat however you like."

But he felt it lacked sincerity, so he asked:

"Fratiss, what would you like to eat?"

"Lobster!" Rephya poked her head from behind Chloe.

"What's it got to do with you, Rephya," Chloe said, frustrated.

"Tomahawk steak!" Sister Fufu also jumped in the fun.

"Can we have pickled fish, though it seems we don't have that dish here." Teresa suddenly craved pickled fish.

"We have, I have a chef here." Lilith, who was about to leave, paused, "Do you want me to lend the chef to you?"

Chloe was stunned for a moment:

"Weren't we saying it was a specialty of Dante Port?"

Lilith was silent for a moment, then insisted stubbornly:

"I thought it tasted alright, so I brought the chef to the academy branch."

Chloe was even harder to judge.

Alright.

Lilith, whatever you say, goes.

Just that evening.

Lilith looked at Chloe suspiciously and said:

"Where's your Rhine Flower?"

Chloe replied with a poker face:

"I suddenly didn't like Rhine Flower that much and had Daniel switch it out for something else."

Lilith's eyes flickered, and she said softly:

"I'll take it as is."

"What else could it be?"

"Who knows."

The two exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile.

The venue was lively today.

Mainly because Amber Hall was already a fully-formed space. All it needed was minor adjustments to turn it into a party venue.

Of course, it couldn't be just impart.

The scene was chaotic, with students from two associations gathered together and messing around.

Laura, who had been a bit down previously, was now clutching a bottle and laughing and drinking wildly:

"Drink, drink, why think so much? I'm already in my senior year; don't mess up my mentality."

Lilith: "Laura, you're drunk; stop leaning on me!"

Laura didn't care and insisted on sticking to her, saying:

"Darn it, I brought wine over to drink properly with you."

"Get away! I don't want to drink with a crazy woman like you!"

"You call me crazy? Darn it, I'll demote you to my third favorite!"

"Who's your first favorite?"

"Of course it's Miseria. You're out, Lilith!"

"So who's second now?"

"Who...of course, it's the wine!" Laura downed the bottle and said, "I'm now embraced by my second love, the wine. Do you want a hug?"

"Scram!"

Teresa stood to the side, speechless.

This Laura senior, with all her flirtatious talk and her fiery figure, could be mistaken for a player.

However...

The scent doesn't lie.

"A youthful scent," Teresa whispered.

Today, however, she had a newfound respect for Chloe.

Because the scent surrounding Chloe had been replaced by the metallic smell representing war and slaughter.

Though she didn't like the scent.

She appreciated the actions behind it.

She heard from Fufu.

This time, Chloe triggered a resurrection ability to rush and save Senior Morton.

You could say she really gave it her all.

This made Teresa remember what Aunt Heisha had said.

About learning leadership from Chloe.

Now she understood.

The members of the Extreme Association already respect him, and after a frontline battle, they've almost become Chloe's die-hard fans.

What's more troubling is that this association has just started.

For the next three years, Chloe's control over the association will only grow stronger.

Moreover...the conditions required to apply for the Racer license have all been met.

This should be the first time a student has successfully established a Racer-oriented Mysterious Association within the campus.

All things considered.

It's indeed a bit unbelievable.

Even Lilith from the Fantasy Association found it very difficult to form a Racer Association purely among students.

For no particular reason.

The Fantasy Path mainly seems to focus on support.

Not that there aren't offensive means, but Teresa knows there's a significant gap compared to Chloe.

If Lilith and Chloe were to fight, without rallying enough people to initiate the Fantasy Night, it would be challenging.

Moreover, now it's unlikely for the two of them to fight easily.

She recalled the decadent floral scent she had smelled earlier.

Undoubtedly, these two have had some relation.

If a fight was to happen, it would be the kind hidden in a small room, unseen by others.

Yet for some reason, Teresa felt a vague sense of foreboding.

Her sense of smell could detect many things.

Now, she felt as if she was surrounded by the smell of gunpowder from all directions.

Though very faint.

But the concentration was indeed rising.

"The precursor to turmoil?" Teresa murmured.

"Precursor to turmoil? You're sniffing around again." Chloe's voice suddenly sounded behind Teresa, startling her to let go of her wine glass.

Yet the hand reaching out from behind caught the glass securely.

Even the swaying wine inside didn't spill.

Teresa turned her head somewhat guardedly and said:

"My dear president, aren't you playing around with other members? Why come looking for me?"

Chloe placed the glass on the table, then whispered in Teresa's ear:

"Teresa, if you want to hide your sense of smell, suppress your facial expressions as much as possible; otherwise, it's easy for people to notice something's off."

"..."

"Or should I put it differently?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Teresa Young Lady, you don't want people to know you can sense others' emotions through smell, do you?"

Teresa broke out in cold sweat.

Bad.

Initially thought he was just fishing for information, but he seems to really know about her Night-blooming Jasmine hidden ability.