Chapter 147
The morning sun rose over the towering crystalline spires of the Ascendant Academy, casting a sharp, golden light across the Tier 4 assembly grounds corridor. The heavy, automated doors leading to the highest academic block slid open with a deep, pressurized hum.
Ayla waddled smoothly onto the polished white quartz floorboards. Her translucent blue jelly body was incredibly sleek and dense, reflecting the ambient light like a flawless gemstone. Deep within her center, her Apocalypse Gold Metal Corewas spinning with a silent, thunderous rhythm. Her internal gold foundation was sitting at an absolute state of maximized overload, completely ready to burst into the true Crown Rank parameters. Her golden eyes were wide open, the prominent golden rings around her pupils glowing with an intense, permanent illumination.
She did not waste a single second looking at the opulent architecture or the glowing silver banners hanging from the high ceiling. She rolled calmly along the central path, heading directly toward the grand legislative amphitheater where the absolute rulers of the student hierarchy resided.
"Nexus, the air here is very quiet," Ayla communicated through the mind link, her multi-layered mental voice carrying her standard flat tone of complete boredom. "Where is the silver-haired president?"
"He is waiting for you in the central council chamber right ahead, little monster!" Nexus’s voice giggled happily inside her head, flashing a detailed three-dimensional map over Ayla’s right holographic lens. "President Sylas has assembled the entire remaining executive board of the Student Senate. They have completely locked down the spatial coordinates of the chamber and activated the ancient campus defense formation. They are planning to use the full weight of the academy’s law array to format your core parameters the moment you step onto the main stage!"
Ayla’s golden-ringed pupils expanded slightly as she looked at the red energy signatures glowing on the digital map. A small, pleasant ripple traveled through her blue fluid mass as her monstrous hunger instantly awakened.
"The silver-haired one has a true Crown-ranked core," Ayla whispered inside her mind, her golden eyes flashing with a sudden, predatory light. "It must smell very rich. Let’s go eat it quickly so we can open the void portal."
"Oh, absolutely!" Nexus cheered. "Break their grand formation, little monster!"
Ayla accelerated her movement, her fluid form becoming a high-speed blue blur that glided across the white quartz floor. Within a few seconds, she reached the colossal, fifty-foot-tall silver doors of the main council chamber. The doors were covered in thousands of glowing runes that radiated a heavy, suffocating spatial pressure designed to crush any uninvited intruder into fine dust.
Ayla did not pause to analyze the security runes, and she did not wait for an administrative pass. She raised her front fluid mass and extended her five pitch-black claws with a sharp, synchronized metallic click. The golden runes covering her claws flared with a divine light as she unleashed her ultimate law attribute trait.
"Rend of the World-Order," Ayla commanded flatly.
She swung her black claws in a simple, downward sweeping motion.
Clang. Tearing sound. Crash.
The ancient silver doors that were supposed to be completely indestructible below the true Crown Rank did not offer a single second of resistance. Ayla’s pitch-black claws completely ignored eighty percent of their physical and magical protections, slicing through the four-foot-thick metal, through the spatial runes, and tearing the locking mechanisms into shredded ribbons. The massive silver gates collapsed inward with an earth-shattering crash, smashing onto the marble floorboards of the council chamber.
Ayla rolled smoothly over the ruined metal gates, entering the colossal, dome-shaped amphitheater.
The chamber was magnificent, featuring rows of high, floating crystalline benches that surrounded a central marble stage. Sitting on the elevated executive seats in the center of the room were twenty high-ranking senior students from the Student Senate, all wearing pure white military coats adorned with silver crests.
Sitting on the highest throne in the absolute center was Sylas, the President of the Student Senate. The tall, slender elf looked extraordinarily graceful, his long silver hair resting smoothly against his shoulders and his sharp emerald eyes glowing with a cold, unyielding light. A refined, genuine Crown-ranked Master Core was pulsing inside his chest, radiating an intense, suffocating aura pressure that warped the surrounding spatial parameters.
Standing around the perimeter of the stage were four giant, fifty-foot-tall automated guardian statues forged from pure celestial gold. They were the primary anchors of the campus defense formation, their eyes burning with high-grade optical lasers that locked directly onto Ayla’s coordinates.
Sylas looked down at the small blue slime floating among the ruined silver debris, his pale face remaining remarkably calm despite the violent intrusion. He rested his elegant hands on the armrests of his throne, his voice echoing clearly across the vast dome with an aristocratic, unyielding coldness.
"You are just as crude and impatient as the rumors suggested, freshman," Sylas said smoothly, his sharp emerald eyes narrowing slightly as he scanned her glossy blue surface. "You crushed Tyrok, you ate Draco, and you broke my vanguard squad in the volcanic sector. You believe that because your physical claws carry an unrefined world-order law, you are invincible within this academy."
Ayla did not reply. She dropped her round body into a low, comfortable position on the marble floor, her golden-ringed pupils locking intently onto Sylas’s chest cavity. Beneath his white uniform, she could clearly feel the dense, savory heat of his Crown-ranked Master Core. It smelled far better than any core she had encountered inside the academy grounds so far.
A wild, uncontrollable wave of primal hunger instantly bubbled up from her Apocalypse Gold Metal Core, causing her blue jelly surface to ripple with a manic velocity.
Sylas noticed her deadpan, predatory gaze, and a cold, dangerous flicker of genuine anger flashed deep within his emerald eyes.
"Silence will not save you here, slime," Sylas stated coldly, raising his right hand. A glowing silver key manifested above his palm, radiating a high-level administrative signal. "You are standing inside the primary core zone of the Ascendant Assembly. Here, the World Administrator’s laws are absolute. Activate the global suppression formation!"
The twenty senate executives simultaneously slammed their hands onto the control terminals before them.
Boom.
The four giant golden guardian statues let out a deep, mechanical hum, their massive bodies exploding with a blinding silver light. A colossal, solid pillar of pressurized spatial authority shot down from the dome ceiling, enveloping Ayla’s small body completely. The force of the formation was immense, equivalent to the weight of an entire falling mountain. The white quartz floorboards around her coordinates instantly shattered into fine powder, creating a thirty-foot-deep crater.
The twenty senate mages let out a collective sigh of relief, cold, mocking smiles returning to their faces. "The campus formation has locked her down! No Gold Crusader can move a single inch under full administrative spatial suppression!"
Sylas slowly stood up from his throne, drawing an elegant, slender silver longsword from his waist. The blade was forged from pure spatial crystal, crackling with high-frequency Crown-ranked energy. He took a graceful step off the platform, hovering in the air as he prepared to descend into the crater.
"Your reckless growth ends today, Ayla," Sylas declared, his voice carrying the finality of a judge passing sentence. "I will personally sever your gold core and hand your liquid mass over to the evaluation department for full conceptual formatting."
He lunged downward, his silver longsword turning into a brilliant beam of light that shot straight toward Ayla’s center with extreme, unstoppable speed.
However, before his silver blade could even reach the edge of the crater, a flat, multi-layered voice echoed directly inside the brain pathways of every single person in the chamber.
"Your weight is very light," Ayla whispered.
Boom.
A massive, blinding explosion of pure golden light erupted from the center of the crater.
Ayla’s maximized Peak Gold core throbbed once, releasing the full, unsuppressed volume of the ancient primitive authority she had harvested from the Kraken Leviathan and the volcanic apex beasts. The massive golden aura wave detonated outward like a physical shockwave, completely shattering the solid pillar of spatial suppression into fine silver dust. The four giant golden guardian statues didn’t even have time to adjust their targeting arrays before the golden shockwave slammed into their celestial iron frames, exploding all four fifty-foot constructs into shredded metal scrap.
The twenty senate executives were violently blown backward off their floating benches by the wind pressure, crashing heavily against the dome walls as their defensive magic shields shattered like fragile glass.
Sylas’s eyes widened into dinner plates as his downward strike was forcefully halted mid-air by the sheer kinetic pressure of her golden aura. His Crown-ranked spatial longsword vibrated violently, hairline fractures spreading across the silver crystal blade.
"What—what kind of energy density is this?" Sylas stammered, his aristocratic composure completely collapsing as a massive wave of sudden, primitive survival terror rushed into his heart. "You are not a Gold Crusader! You are holding the world code of a primitive apex predator!"
Ayla did not give him a single microsecond to retreat or process his terror. She activated her Gale Acceleration trait, her blue fluid mass becoming an invisible, high-speed projectile that crossed the distance in a fraction of a millisecond.
She materialized directly in front of Sylas’s face, her golden-ringed pupils locked onto his eyes.
"Rend of the World-Order," Ayla commanded flatly.
She swung her fluid arm in a simple, lazy downward sweep. Her five pitch-black claws, shimmering with intricate golden runes, sliced cleanly through his high-grade spatial longsword, snapping the Crown-ranked weapon into useless pieces. Her claws continued forward without slowing down, ignoring eighty percent of his ancient elven scale protections as they dragged across his chest cavity.
Tearing sound. Crash.
A massive fountain of glowing silver blood erupted from Sylas’s chest, splashing violently across the white marble floorboards. The permanent bleeding effect of her trait instantly latched onto his soul container, disrupting his connection to his Crown-ranked Master Core and creating a state of agonizing, burning torment.
"AAARGH!" Sylas let out a high-pitched, desperate scream of pure agony as his massive physical framework collapsed onto the marble, his silver hair soaked in his own blood.
Ayla landed smoothly on his chest, her translucent blue body wrapping around his arms like a heavy liquid vice. She extended a sharp fluid tendril directly into his open chest wound, her grip locking tightly around the pulsating, cathedral-sized silver Master Core that held his entire cultivation foundation.
"Removal," Ayla ordered smoothly.
She forcefully erased the core concept of soul retention from his master framework.
Sylas’s violent screaming stopped instantly. His sharp emerald eyes went completely dull and expressionless, his limbs going entirely limp as his primitive life parameters surrendered to her control. Ayla pulled her tendril back with a loud, wet tearing sound, forcefully ripping the massive silver Crown Master Core straight out of his body.
She opened her front mass wide and swallowed the glowing, savory entity directly into her golden center.
The moment her fluids wrapped around Sylas’s genuine Crown-ranked Master Core, an explosive wave of pure, refined silver energy detonated inside her biological framework. The massive influx of high-tier student authority merged smoothly with her overloaded gold foundation, triggering the final, irreversible breakthrough sequence.
[ System Notice: Student Senate President ’Sylas’ eliminated ]
[ Refined Crown-ranked Master Core successfully digested ]
[ Your golden core foundation has surpassed the Gold Crusader parameters ]
[ Initializing Class Evolution: Crown-ranked Primordial Sovereign Core ]
A blinding, multi-colored pillar of absolute cosmic light shot out from Ayla’s body, piercing straight through the dome ceiling of the council chamber and soaring thousands of feet into the sky parameters of the Ascendant Academy. The entire student body in the plaza below looked up in absolute, paralyzed shock as the global master scoreboard glitched violently, rewriting her rank in massive, glowing golden letters.
[ Current Master Overview ]
[ Absolute Rank 1: Ayla — Score: 250,000 Points — Evaluation Rank: Crown Primordial Sovereign ]
The remaining nineteen senate executives lying on the floorboards stared up at the solid sphere of pure golden light floating in the center of the ruined chamber, their bodies shivering so violently that they couldn’t even stand up. The absolute ruler of the senior student hierarchy had been thoroughly liquidated, stripped of his core, and eaten within less than three minutes.
Ayla floated quietly in the center of the brilliant light pillar, letting out a deep, satisfied ripple as her internal core transformation concluded. Her translucent blue jelly form looked clearer, denser, and infinitely more majestic than ever before, her golden eye rings burning like twin miniature suns.
"That was a very sweet core, Nexus," Ayla whispered flatly, her multi-layered mental voice vibrating with absolute, unshakeable authority. "The silver-haired one was much better than the dragon."
"You did it, little monster!" Nexus cheered hysterically inside her mind, popping millions of digital celebration fireworks across her vision screen. "You have officially conquered the entire senior student hierarchy and evolved into a true Crown Rank entity on your third day of school! The professors and division directors are completely frozen in the monitoring room right now!"
Ayla bobbled her round blue body in complete, deadpan satisfaction. She did not care about the terrified senate executives, the shocked professors, or her legendary master scoreboard ranking. She turned her golden pupils toward the shadowed corner of the council chamber, where Nexus was already expanding a massive, pitch-black spatial tear in the air parameters.
"The academy assignments are officially finished," Ayla muttered flatly, her five pitch-black claws extending back out with a sharp click as she prepared to step into the spatial crack. "Now, let’s go open the void portal and catch a real stellar beast for lunch."