Seeing the state of the second year students, the instructor was speechless.

"What the hell is going on? Someone explain this to me!!!" A vein bulged on his head as he roared loudly.

At his shout the whole place grew eerily silent, and no one dared open their mouth to speak.

Snorting lightly, Kevin deactivated the fusion with his celestial dragon, the green Chinese dragon coiling around him and illuminating him with a blue radiance.

"These undisciplined brats decided to break the school rules and go against their seniors just because we were trying to apprehend their behaviours."

The instructor gave him a deep look, then glanced around and seemed to piece the situation together.

"From the mediocre class?" the instructor's eyes sharpened as he stared at Amon.

Since Amon was the only one from this batch with a white core, and he had such terrifying strength, all the instructors had already marked his face.

Now seeing Amon as one of the centers of the trouble, the instructor's heart filled with anger.

It was a little similar to a scene that had played out many years ago.

…

Damien was a very stubborn, unruly youth back then.

And because of this he never listened to anyone.

Still, he had the strength to back himself up, and so came a day similar to this one where senior students threatened to take his pills.

Single handedly, Damien fought more than ten students and dealt with them, ultimately leaving them all with broken limbs.

It was a truly shocking sight.

Because of that, the academy quickly set a rule that prohibited students from fighting their seniors.

The academy was aware of the senior students extorting pills from their juniors. In fact the year threes did it to the year twos.

However, wanting to temper them, they didn't make any moves to stop it…

..

Coming out of his reminiscent state, the instructor let out a deep breath, then sharply turned to Amon and the others.

"In this situation the year ones are at fault and will be punished as such."

Meanwhile, he turned toward Amon. "And you will be held responsible for everything that happened here."

He didn't care much about the others since they could offer benefits to the academy. However, he held Amon accountable for everything.

All because his core was white.

He offered the least benefit to the academy, so he might as well be useful in taking the blame.

"Everyone is dismissed. Head to your classes."

He glanced at Kevin and his group. "You've embarrassed yourselves so much just for a few pills. Complete more school missions and stop bullying the junior ones."

After reprimanding them, his voice softened as he glanced at the youth lying on the ground.

Thankfully, his condition had stabilized somewhat.

"Take him to the healer to regrow his lost limbs. The contribution points required will be jointly provided by you five." His gaze briefly landed on Kevin, whose limbs Amon had severed.

"And you too."

With everything done, he watched as the students dispersed.

Amon was about to follow along with Natasha when a loud shout interrupted his movements.

"You wait behind to receive your punishment."

A wry smile appeared on Amon's face as he turned to the instructor.

Natasha's face held a worried expression as she paused.

"What are you still doing here? Head back to class!" the instructor barked, startling her.

"Just go, I'll handle everything." Amon casually said with a smile.

With that, Natasha nodded and finally left.

"Come with me." the instructor said in a deep voice as he led the way.

Amon followed behind with a peculiar expression on his face.

'Hopefully Damien will be able to handle this…'

Amon wasn't reckless. He knew there would be consequences to his actions.

But he was curious… he truly was.

How strong exactly was Damien?

And how much influence did he have in the academy?

Amon acted reckless but it was all an act for him to see Damien's true strength.

Then he would begin taking his instructor seriously.

After all, he couldn't believe some random words spilled by Helena and Damien.

…'Damien, don't disappoint me.' Amon lampooned with a faint smile curling his lips.

…

Amon was led by the instructor away from the classes and treasury section.

They walked for a few minutes before Amon was brought into a large office.

Upon entering, there was a round table, and seated around it were a few instructors.

It was clear they had been discussing something, and the moment Amon and the instructor entered, they paused to give them some attention.

Amon glanced around and counted ten instructors seated.

However, there were even more free seats around.

Meanwhile, the instructor who entered with Amon addressed the group and explained the situation to them.

Instantly, the tension in the room heightened.

What Amon was unaware of was that most of the instructors present had been Damien's mates back then.

Aside from the mediocre class that Damien solely belonged to, they were all geniuses, each talented in their own right.

Because of Damien's troublesome and unruly behavior, he had conflicts with every one of them.

Back then there were cases of bullying the mediocre class.

However, Damien was instead the one doing the bullying.

It was an amusing situation, but the instructors didn't find it funny.

Staring at Amon, their eyes brightened as they understood why the instructor had brought Amon to the staff room rather than simply cautioning or punishing him himself.

They were looking for a very suitable punishment to give Amon.

And they wanted it to be something drastic, but at the same time extremely acceptable on the surface.

If it was just one instructor giving the punishment, the academy authorities might call it unfair.

But if all the instructors gathered together and made a unanimous decision, then the academy authorities no longer had a hand in the matter.

It would instead be seen as them defending Amon.

…

After explaining the situation to everyone, the instructor sat down with the others and asked:

"What do you all think would be the perfect punishment to give him?"

The others put on pondering expressions.

"The situation is a little complicated," Jake spoke up. "This might portray to the other students that there's no sense of discipline amongst us."

"Indeed," another instructor immediately quipped as they stared at Amon with calculating glances, like they were ready to devour him.

"This is a situation that can affect the status quo of the whole world. Imagine a small baron disrespecting the king's command?"

Hearing their discussion, Amon had the urge to roll his eyes.

It wasn't that deep at all.

How could something so minor even go as far as affecting society?

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the instructor's shamelessness.

"In this case, to make sure the situation doesn't repeat itself, I say we destroy his celestial core and cut off his divine path." an instructor finally suggested.

Immediately, Amon's eyes turned to him, and killing intent as thick as a river churned within them.

Cut off his path?

Amon had never wanted to kill someone as much as he wanted to kill that instructor.

The others nodded, and Amon felt a chill settle into the room.

The instructor from before nodded and casually stood up.

"Since everyone has agreed, there's no need to delay. We'll explain it to the school head later on. For now let's deal with the situation since the news is still spreading.

It will come as a shock to everyone that his divine path has been cut off and will cause them to understand the academy rules aren't worth shit."

"Understood!" the remaining instructors echoed with a nod, feeling satisfied with how perfectly everything was lining up.

With that, the instructor stood and walked up to Amon, who was standing there with a sharpened gaze fixed on them.

"Hey kid. Summon your celestial dragon, let's kill it off." Amon could hear the mocking tone in his voice.

Seeing Amon remain silent, the instructor snorted. "I'll do it myself then!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand moved at lightning speed and struck toward Amon's abdomen.

It was so fast that Amon didn't even realize he had been attacked.

Crack… crack… crack…

The faint sound of something breaking echoed through the room, and instantly all the instructors rose to their feet.

"DAMIEN!!!" the instructor growled angrily, trying to free his broken wrist.

Damien had a lazy, relaxed expression as he glanced at the bunch.

"Who told you that you could touch my disciple?"

Damien brought a hand to his lips and yawned, then the next instant he brought the hand down toward the instructor's face.

BANG!

Before the others could react, the sound of bones cracking echoed again.

With a resounding bang the instructor was sent flying from the slap, and the next moment his figure was embedded into the wall.

"Damien! What is the meaning of this?" an instructor angrily reprimanded.

Damien shrugged nonchalantly. "I was just checking if his face had grown softer over the years."

Glancing up at the unrecognisable instructor with a broken face twisted in a different manner, Damien nodded.

"His face truly is as soft as ever…"

Amon was speechless, and he couldn't help the laughter rising in his throat.

'Ha… haha… hahaha…'

…

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