Chapter 35: Student Council War 1
The air was thick with tension as both factions stood at the edge of the Obsidian Forest. The towering trees loomed like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky. The morning sun painted the battlefield in hues of gold and crimson—fitting for what was to come.
Floating cameras buzzed overhead, their lenses capturing every moment for the academy’s spectators. The professors moved between the ranks, handing out safety gear—thin, silver suits lined with emergency teleportation runes.
"Pathetic," I muttered, rolling my shoulders as the suit adjusted to my frame. It wouldn’t stop pain. It wouldn’t stop blood. It would just yank us out before death.
A small mercy.
The head professor, a grizzled man with a voice like gravel, stepped forward.
"Listen carefully, maggots! This is no training exercise - what happens in that forest stays in that forest. Your safety suits will activate if you take life-threatening damage, but let me make this perfectly clear:"
His magic-amplified voice made the ground tremble as he raised three glowing fingers:
"Rule One: No killing blows to the head, neck or spine. The suits can’t protect against instant death. Any student caught deliberately aiming for these areas will be executed by academy law."
The floating cameras zoomed in as he raised a second finger: