If his ambush proves ineffective, the remaining magic power wouldn't be nearly enough to handle the ensuing battle.

But it seems he gambled right.

Franky opened his eyes, and what greeted him were two charred corpses, their skin completely decayed, lying motionless upon the tangled roots.

He began to breathe heavily.

Yet, the crisis was far from over; a black mage had already infiltrated the academy, and he must convey this news...

Franky's thoughts were interrupted, as a bizarre scene unfolded before his eyes.

Anyone struck by the Flash Thunder Spell is doomed; not only their surface skin is burnt, their insides had long been completely destroyed in the blaze.

However, at this moment, the "Dean" who should be dead beyond doubt raised his arm and propped up his body.

The final red lightning struck him, easily crushing him once more, yet the process merely repeated itself.

This wasn't a healing spell, nor was it akin to the tricks of the Life Divine Teachings that Franky knew; all his wounds were retreating at a visible speed until his skin covered his body again.

"Truly worthy of being an honorary member of the Duel Club."

The "Dean" gently patted nonexistent dust off himself, while the black mage wielding a scythe rose in a similar pose; he was no longer in a hurry, he gently sliced with the silvery glowing scythe at the entrance of the passage, sealing Franky's last escape route with the twisting roots.

"Time Traveler..."

Franky blurted out, his expression turning incredulous.

"You know of us?"

The "Dean" was intrigued, "It's true, some books in this academy's library have mentioned our affairs."

Nothing that would count as good reputation.

A calamity descending in the Second Epoch, a pack of undefeatable creatures, personally burying the glorious Gallog Dynasty.

The books described this mysterious race in every bizarre detail.

They can turn into the likeness of those close to you, while some claimed their true forms are certain humanoid beings with red skin, resembling octopuses; the prevailing view suggests Time Travelers originate from underground, as ancient as the Old Gods, possibly accidentally released by some archaeological team.

Time Travelers are also the only group in the history of civilization never to have been defeated directly.

Just as no one can confirm where they emerged from, after destroying the Gallog Dynasty, this enigmatic bloodline vanished into the river of history, leaving no trace.

Time Travelers can manipulate time, reversing life and death.

Even the mightiest warriors of the Gallog Dynasty fell before them.

Franky thought that everything that just occurred before his eyes completely matched the book's description of Time Travelers, the one before him having morphed into the likeness of the Dean, while his true form might be a red humanoid octopus.

His mind raced, yet that book did not provide the crucial information of "how to confront Time Travelers".

Perhaps no one knew the answer to that question since, with the fall of the Gallog Dynasty, all who ever attempted to resist Time Travelers became part of history.

Franky had read the book's accounts of the warrior; his power was undeniable, the citizens of the dynasty saw him as the embodiment of strength, with some devotees even worshipping him as a deity, his great feats unmatched even by Saints, yet such an all-powerful and undefeated general easily perished at the hands of Time Travelers.

This was not an opponent he could overcome.

What about escape then?

What were the chances of fleeing and bringing the news back to the academy?

"No need to worry, Mr. Franky. If I intended to kill you, I would have already acted—at least not now."

The "Dean" once again cast his gaze upward at the rotating white orb above.

Everything was ready, it was a good day.

The magic web brought echoes, indicating they were drawing closer to the prophecy.

Dealing with a minor issue like a little mouse could wait until the end.

Franky detected something amiss, through disjointed clues, he suddenly understood the Time Travelers' purpose.

The "Dean" had mentioned the echo only recently appeared, prompting the Time Travelers to rush here immediately.

They intended to awaken a fearsome entity beyond human imagination through these echoes!

In books Franky had read, someone vaguely described that entity defined as "Origin", which bestowed onto Time Travelers the most mysterious powers in the world, with all of their actions being at its behest.

Judging from the Gallog Dynasty's downfall, it was an entity no less dangerous than the Evil God.

Thinking of this, Franky infused his remaining magic power into his wand.

But this time, his target was no longer the "Dean" but the white orb hovering above him, the source of all echoes.

The "Dean" finally donned a sullen expression, with just a light wave of his hand, an invisible force sent Franky flying before his lightning formed, violently crashing him into the vine-covered wall, as the pitch-black roots immediately ensnared his hands and feet, fastening him securely within.

"Now, quiet!"

The "Dean" retrieved a dagger from the inner pocket of his clothes, his gaze singularly reverent.

The sharp blade cut open a deep, bone-visible wound on his wrist, the flowing blood illuminating the array beneath their feet, only then did Franky realize, from the start, they were situated at the center of this unknown array, with the crimson light intertwined with the pristine orb.

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