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The magic circle surrounding their tower lit up as sorcery spells of all kinds of elements and abilities from Pieces targeted them.

They were coming from all around the place, too loud and too numerous for them to pick a target, leaving gaps around their huge shield.

Everyone started moving around, each doing their own job as they had decided during their previous meetings.

“Cillian, there!”

Melissa, who was maintaining her side of the shield, looked past the large magic shield covering their tower and signaled to the two of them with her eyes, pointing toward one spot where a group of Black Shepherds had gathered.

They were preparing a gigantic spell to target their shield.

It was a combined spell made up of earth and wind magic.

“What tier is it?! What spell?!”

Cillian approached as he looked past the wall toward the Shepherds. Melissa, who was trying her best to keep the shield maintained, made a wild guess to give Cillian an idea, judging by how the circle was forming and the spell was being conjured.

“Tier 3 Spell, Sandstorm!”

[Mimicry Activated]

[Unable to mimic at this distance]

When he became sure it wasn’t being supported by any Ruiner ability, Cillian immediately started thinking of a solution, but Melissa herself was the one who suggested something, pushing a bold idea to the two of them.

She was only suggesting this because these two guys wanted to get out of the tower and fight the Shepherds outside. She had heard them speaking earlier about their plan to win and avoid incurring heavy damage.

She thought they were being this bold, but they had probably considered their shield as well, since the shield wall would not be able to hold up if they continued being attacked by the Shepherds.

She was only half right in her deduction.

“You want out? I will open this part of the wall for you!”

Melissa let out a pained grunt as she took a long, heavy breath before adding,

“So go wild out there.”

Cillian and Aster stared at Melissa blankly.

The way she had spoken was as if they were a bunch of dogs being released after being cooped up in a house for so long.

Even though that wasn’t really what Melissa was trying to convey, she couldn’t help but be annoyed by the reaction she was receiving from them.

“What?!”

Cillian chuckled as Aster let out a short smile, seeing her become flustered.

What Melissa said held some truth to it, which supported their eagerness to get out of this place. They couldn’t keep on being defensive most of the time, waiting for the clock to run out and hoping that the instructors would rescue them.

They’d be dead before it happened.

That was why Cillian and Aster would lead from the very front. They would find the flag bearer among the Black Shepherds and escape from here to call for the instructors from outside.

But there was another reason why Cillian was pushing this idea, making Melissa only half right about what she had said.

‘That obituary page confirms my suspicion about Aster’s possible death.’

Aster was the only survivor from the Death Flag Probe that Cillian had seen at that time. The obituary page’s words, ‘drawing his last breath while trying to protect everyone, he died unable to protect anyone,’ could somehow imply that he did his best to save everybody yet was unable to do so in the end.

That was when the life of Class 7-A ended.

This was when their supposed deaths were supposed to occur.

They couldn’t allow themselves to be passive now when Cillian knew there was a strong tendency for it to happen if they didn’t act.

‘Ah, you guys really love giving me trouble.’

Cillian thought inwardly as he felt Aster grab him from behind with his bare hands. He could feel the strength of the main character just from the way his academy uniform was being tugged.

“You don’t have any means to fly, right?”

Cillian made a strange face as he knew what was about to happen once they started moving. Then, he shook his head to answer Aster’s weird question with a slight tilt of his head.

“I don’t.”

“Okay—”

Soon, Aster threw Cillian toward the part of the wall where Melissa was signaling, indicating where she was going to open it.

Whoosh—!

‘Ahhhh! At least say something, you stupid main character!’

Being thrown toward the magic shield wall at such a fast pace wasn’t even something Cillian had to worry about.

Aster’s strength was a little too much, so Cillian’s first problem was now the wall that was coming straight toward his face.

“Meli—!”

Whoosh—!

However, due to how precisely Melissa controlled her magic, the barrier opened and closed instantaneously, allowing Aster and Cillian to get out just in time.

The view outside the magic shield became clearer, with Black Shepherds scattered all around the place.

The second problem was how Cillian was going to land.

‘Help me, you stupid Aster! Come on, man!’

Before Cillian could even react to their enemies, he might have to worry about breaking his legs. But it didn’t happen.

Right as Cillian was about to land, Aster appeared right beside him and properly positioned himself.

“Stop shouting at me!”

Using his insane strength and showing off his qualities as the main character that Cillian hated, Aster brought Cillian down to the ground and did it so perfectly.

‘Fucking insane!’

But there was no time to dwell on the matter.

“Sword of Wrath!”

Aster immediately brought out his sword as he watched the confused faces of the Shepherds when they suddenly went out recklessly. But their confusion was soon replaced with smiles as they also prepared their abilities.

“Get them!”

“That’s the guys from the shrine!”

Cillian, who was adjusting himself, quickly ran toward the side while muttering under his breath.

“Mimicry.”

[Mimicry Activated]

[Mimicry Failed]

Seeing the screen displaying the usual failure that Cillian had already grown numb to as he tried to copy Aster’s sword, Cillian’s gaze shifted toward the Shepherds, who were also aware of his presence.

But unlike Aster, who was blatantly exposing himself out in the open, Cillian’s job was to stay in the shadows and hunt down the Shepherds hiding inside the towers and roaming around.

That’s why he was planning on entering the towers.

‘Be safe, Aster. Go all out, but remember, the flag bearer.’

The two’s objective was simple. Find the flag bearer, make a run toward the Receiving Area, exit, and ask for help from outside.

That’s why Cillian took one last look at the Shepherds Aster was going to fight before blending himself into the shadows of the towers.

He finally entered the towers by sneaking through a broken door.

Boom—!

Hearing the ongoing fight that had failed to stop even for a second since it began, Cillian’s footsteps inside the towers immediately disappeared as he made a run deeper inside.

He grabbed the Death Coin from his Inventory and flipped it into the air, hoping it could aid him in his current situation.

[Death Coin is being flipped]

Landing right between his palms, Cillian immediately looked at the result and smirked dejectedly.

[Results: Tails]

‘Yeah, right.’

The Death Coin had landed on tails, not giving him even a stroke of luck.

[0:59:59]

The class fight had finally started.

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