After hearing Victor's words, everyone fell into a fantasy time.
They seemed to be immersed in this replica world just like students.
No one can influence themselves, and everyone can become the protagonist in the copy world.
They can really communicate with the illusory humans in the copy and experience all kinds of life.
These are simply dreams for everyone.
"What freedom is, that's what I'm going to tell you next."
At this time, Victor snapped his fingers.
The world around them changed again, bringing everyone into a brand new world.
A street was constructed from the space, and a new student stepped into a shop on the side of the street.
Judging from the family crest and clothes on his body, he is the son of a noble family.
"That's... the young master of the Traus family."
Someone among them saw the child's identity and spoke softly.
A head of the Traus family watched the performance of his children with great joy.
But after a long time, his expectations were dashed, and his child made him lose all face.
There was a burst of smashing sounds in the shop, and then the arrogant young man was thrown out of the shop while shouting "wow".
When the adults of the Traus family saw their children being thrown out, their faces suddenly turned red, cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they thought to themselves:
'That's bad. I'm usually spoiled by this kid. Don't do anything embarrassing at this time! '
Now there are all the parents watching, which is equivalent to a public execution.
But what is coming will always come.
The young man lay on the ground and got up with difficulty, talking vaguely and mumbling as if he was eating something.
"How dare you eat the King's meal!"
The two demi-human shop assistants threw the richly dressed young man on the street and said disdainfully.
The young master swallowed the steak in his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and shouted to the store with a grin on his face:
"What's wrong with eating your Bawang meal? It's not like I won't pay for it!"
"I told you, when I get home, you can have as much money as you want!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and his mouth kept spraying meat foam out of his mouth because he was so excited.
"Besides, what qualifications do you demi-humans have to accept my money!"
Several catgirl clerks looked at him with disdain, then turned around and entered the store. With a bang, they closed the store door and put up a closing sign.
The noble gentleman didn't look reserved at all. He ignored the passers-by and continued to complain about his bad breath to the store owner.
But he didn't know that his father was beside him, his face flushed.
"Everyone is laughing."
The young master was rejected and became so angry that he started punching and kicking the shop.
An old woman slowly approached him and said to him with a smile:
"Son, can you help me carry this bag of flour home?"
"I will reward you accordingly."
The other onlookers immediately became interested.
They almost figured it out.
This seems to be just like the kind of commission event that Her Royal Highness the Princess encountered before, to guide the students to act in this fantasy world and prevent them from wandering aimlessly.
The old woman looked at the young master of the Tris family with a charitable smile, her eyes full of expectations.
"I'm too old. My waist and legs are weak and I can't support such a big thing."
Logically speaking, something like this is a piece of cake for a young and strong young man.
But after all, the previous bad attitude of the young master of the Tris family was fully visible to them.
Therefore, the audience is also looking forward to it.
Faced with such a commission incident, how would he choose to act?
As expected, the young master did not disappoint them.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old woman with disdain.
"You? You want me to move things for you?"
"Do you want to see who I am? How can a noble help a commoner!?"
He looked at the embarrassed old woman arrogantly, then snorted, waved his hand, and left.
Seeing this scene, the adults all laughed out loud.
The head of the Tris family blushed even more, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in quickly:
"I have to teach this brat a lesson when I get home!"
Dean Rachel watched the entire process.
The frowned brows before relaxed now.
He realized it.
In this copy world, he can clearly see a person's true character under complete freedom.
Although morality is not the basis for becoming a mage.
But in the Council of Mages, morality is the most necessary standard.
After all, the power of the mage is too powerful, if he does not have enough character to ensure that he can control this power.
Then, it is very likely that like the dark mage, he will lose his true heart and eventually be sealed in Endymion, the capital of mage.
The real role of morality is to allow the mage to gain powerful power without losing his original intention.
Don't look at Victor, he is an exception.
The significance of 'copy' is too great, and its contribution is not even lower than the invention of the magic light.
Relying on the invention of copy is enough to support Victor to gain a foothold in the Council of Mages.
Even if you don't look at his strength, just such a magical invention can give him a place in the Council of Mages.
At this time, the young master of the Tris family was still wandering aimlessly.
As if predicting, Victor continued:
"In this world, you are truly free and can do whatever you want."
"You can lift other people's skirts as you please."
Master Tris was walking on the road, looking at the young girls passing him with a lewd expression.
Then he smiled and lifted up the skirt of the woman on the roadside.
This time, there was an exclamation of surprise.
"Even robbery."
Master Tris broke into a grocery store, took out a variety of fruit snacks, hugged them all, and ran away.
The elf boss looked at the stranger walking away, and could only angrily warn from afar in a delicate voice:
"You kid! Don't let me see you next time!"
Victor's voice has not stopped yet.
"You can even sit on a park bench, look at the sky in boredom, and start fantasizing."
"Yes, here, the benches are available for sitting."
The Tris family sat on a bench in the park and swallowed the food they had grabbed. They lay on the bench with their legs crossed and stared at the sky in a daze.
"What on earth is this place?"
Not far away, his father was looking at him angrily with a black line on his face.
All the predictions were correct.
At this time, Victor waved his hand gently, the streets gradually blurred, and everything around him became dreamlike.
The space was shattered piece by piece, and then floated around, forming countless pictures.
In this picture, there are countless freshmen taking part in the assessment.
They can see every new student's activities.
Some people may be urinating in the garden, while others may be helping others catch dogs and chase chickens.
One student was stopped by a woman with tears streaming down her face.
The grieving woman told him that her child had been snatched away by bad guys and asked for his help in rescuing her child.
But the freshman just pushed up his glasses, took out a deck of playing cards from his pocket, and suggested to the woman easily.
"Would you like to play a game of cards?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, her tears stopped, and then she responded enthusiastically with a thumbs up:
"Okay! I'm the best card player in town!"
The two of them sat directly on the floor and started playing cards face to face.
"..."
This is too freeing.
Everything here seems to be divided into different worlds one after another, and everyone is in this space.
It's as if everyone is in a different world.
Many parents and media reporters began to envy these new students, who were able to play as much as they wanted in this novel world.
That's right, for adults like them, this assessment is just fun.
Real life is tiring enough. If there is a completely free world for them to spend time, it might be really interesting.
Victor snapped his fingers again, attracting everyone else:
“The freshmen’s assessment will keep them going, and now, it’s time for us to experience something else.”
The surrounding scenes changed again, and the entire town began to collapse in an instant.
Then, the rubble magically reunited from the sky.
A huge and terrifying arena suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
At some point, they sat in the auditorium of the arena and looked at the field below.
Even they themselves don’t know when exactly they became the audience.
Victor stood in the center, looking at the broken flags flying around him and the hot sand and dust that was constantly rolling up, but he seemed to be aloof from the incident.
He put his hands in his pockets and looked calm.
Countless people have doubts.
What does Victor want to do?
At this moment, the sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and electric light flashed rapidly between the clouds.
A strong wind swirled violently in the center of the arena, blowing up blazing sand and biting temperatures.
A dull roar reached everyone's ears from above the dark clouds, and the fierce airflow and powerful majesty brought huge pressure to everyone present.
The giant blue body passed through the crackling and flashing thunder, and the blue was constantly lit up from between the hazy clouds, like meteors streaking across the sky.
The huge dragon horn was the first to break out of the clouds, and thunder and lightning continued to reverberate on it, even spreading to the surrounding air.
Sparks of electric light flew everywhere, as if the whole air was resonating with it.
At this time, the storm dragon appeared completely in the sky above the arena, shocking the entire audience.
Rachel's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at the huge thing above her head with disbelief on her face.
Isn’t that the Storm Dragon King who died under Victor’s hands? How come it appears here?
Everyone at the scene also widened their eyes. They looked at Victor standing in the center of the arena with shock on their faces.
Victor's black trench coat danced crazily in the strong wind, like a dancing ghost in the night.
Several dazzling formations suddenly lit up around his body. Complex runes flashed around the formations, and intricate lines connected each other between the formations.
It has not been touched, but it has already felt the chilling magic.
The formation stretched outward like a corridor of wind, and then was completely penetrated by a ray of light, connecting with Victor's body.
"Now," Victor's voice echoed throughout the arena.
"The show has begun."
