"How troublesome!"
Jing Le Shi Mo looked at the entrance examination in front of him with an arrogant expression.
"As expected, compared to a high-risk profession like the Death God, the extravagant life of a noble is more suitable for me!”
If it wasn't for the request of an unscrupulous elder in his family, he would never have come here.
Even though he had hidden part of his strength, Jing Le Shi Mo had successfully entered Zhenyang Spiritual Academy as an outstanding student.
His excellent test results allowed him to be assigned to the best class before school officially started.
"Is the entrance ceremony tomorrow?”
Jing Le Shi Mo looked at the teacher in charge of the dormitory with some confusion.
"Yes, after all the new students have been arranged, the ceremony will be held the next day.”
When facing this student who was dressed in the clothes of a high-class noble, even the official Death God was extremely respectful.
The Corpse Soul World was a place of strict hierarchy. This could be reflected no matter where one was.
Zhenyang Spiritualism Academy adopted a dormitory system. Every student had their own dormitory, and there was not much difference.
"A single room is not bad."
Jing Le Shi Mo sized up the environment before him and nodded in satisfaction.
All the necessary facilities were available, and if there was anything he needed, he could contact the God of Death who was in charge of this place.
Ding! Detected that the host has officially arrived at Zhenyang Spiritual Academy and has become a student. The card has been successfully punched in.
Releasing rewards…
The familiar voice that sounded in his mind made Shi Mo's usually calm mind feel a little excited.
Congratulations to the host for obtaining Sword Doctrine-Infinite!
A large amount of knowledge about the Dao of Infinity surged into Shi Mo's mind, causing his delicate brows to furrow slightly.
"Blade and Will."
"The situation comes before brute force."
"The Dao of Limitless continues in the heart.”
……
Shi Mo tried to pick up the practice knife in the dormitory and waved it.
The refined knives that were usually heavy were surprisingly agile at this time.
It was as if his body had been extended, moving at will, agile and sharp.
"Boundless Sword Dao, great ingenuity may seem clumsy."
Shi Mo praised.
From his performance just now, he had already discovered his progress in the way of the sword.
Ever since he had come to the Death God World, his talent in the Dao of the Sword had always been rather ordinary.
However, as a Grim Reaper, it was extremely important for him to use his Fist to run away.
Shi Mo had a headache for a long time until his golden finger arrived.
Although he was forced to go to Zhenyang Spiritual Academy under the coercion of an unscrupulous elder.
However, in a sense, he himself also yearned for this place.
According to the memories in his mind, he seemed to be a student of the same batch as a short-haired girl with a tail.
Unfortunately, due to his identity and talent, he could not be placed in the same class as him.
"Forget it, I don't want to think too much."
Shi Mo shook his head and muttered to himself indifferently,
"I still have to stay in Zhenyang Spiritual Academy for a while.”
"Tomorrow is the day when the narrow space opens. I hope everything goes smoothly.”
The moment he finished speaking, the system's voice sounded.
A new mission has been issued. Please complete the mission in Hazama and successfully obtain the shallow mission.
[Mission Reward: The Unique Nature of the Dragon Slaying Sword]
Shi Mo sighed and said helplessly,
"It's a pity that the leisurely life of a salted fish is gone forever.”
The next day, the entrance ceremony officially began.
As expected, it was a long speech. Shi Mo had heard similar words more than once at Jing Le's house.
In his previous life, as a glorious worker, he had heard it countless times.
In his words, his ears had calluses.
Hard work, future, tradition, glory…
The whole story is just to express a theme. You have to be obedient.
Only by being obedient could he have everything he wanted.
After the dean and the leadership of Zhenyang Spiritual Academy finished their speeches, it was time for the class allocation ceremony.
On the other hand, Shi Mo had already decided on Class One.
This kind of thing was not uncommon in any world.
After all, they were upper-class nobles.
Shi Mo was also very happy to accept the convenience brought by this identity.
Transmigration was also a skill.
However, he saw a " familiar figure " in the crowd.
Her petite figure was wrapped in a loose student uniform. Her short black hair was slightly curled up, and a single fringe fell in front of her exquisite face. Her eyes were somewhat introverted and firm.
Rotten wood Lucia.
Unlike his class, Rugia was not assigned to class one because of her talent in Kendo.
The group of students temporarily separated from each other and were led by the teachers of their respective classes to prepare to enter the narrow space.
Shi Mo was part of the first batch of students. At the same time, he saw a red-haired young man who was very cocky.
Ah San, I'm longing for my place in the well.
However, Shi Mo did not have the intention of greeting him.
In a sense, this kid was his competitor.
Of course, Shi Mo would not give her any chance.
Under the instruction of the teacher, the keeper of the narrow space chanted the incantation to open the narrow space, and spiritual power surged uneasily in front of him.
Dazzling runes were engraved on the barrier, shaking the surrounding space.
"Open!"
With a loud shout, the barrier came into contact, and the narrow space appeared in front of everyone.
What greeted his eyes were pure white blades that had pierced into the ground. The sharpness of the blades assaulted his face.
Ding! The clock has begun. Host, please successfully complete the task.
The system notification sounded at the right time.
"Everyone, please hurry up and enter the narrow space.”
"Follow the choice in your heart and find your own shallow fight!”
The teacher's voice resounded throughout the arena.
Shi Mo did not hesitate and walked straight into it.
There was no choice.
It was the same for shallow fights. The power of the sword was determined by the soul of the god of death.
This was because Wang Yue had given it unlimited potential when he was forging it.
He held the cold hilt in his hand.
The fusion of souls was completed in an instant.
Clock in complete, mission reward being issued…
Congratulations to the host for obtaining the only time-type sword!
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