Chapter 430: Sorting Ceremony I
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Chapter 430: Sorting Ceremony I
Finally, the train came to a halt. One by one, the compartment doors opened.
Michael waited for everyone to leave before he left the train last. When he came
to the door, the scenery before him took his breath away.
"Wow" Nightmare exclaimed,
Unlike Michael who meditated on his way, Nightmare was looking at
everything through the window still when he saw the place with nothing in
front of his eyes, the place looked a hundred times more stunning or more.
For Michael, the Mazeroth castle immediately reminded him of Hogwarts. Of
course, the castle was unique in its own way. Now that he stepped outside the
train, he was able to see more and more students who seemed to be of the same
age as him. He could see almost every fantasy race such as elves, dwarves,
humans, orcs, and beast-men. The elves were standing in a group away from
the other races while the dwarves seemed to be cursing at the elves for some
reason.
The tension between the two races was visible. Almost every single one of them
was familiar with them. The elves mostly carried a beautiful snowy owl in a
cage. Contrary to the elves, the dwarves were standing beside various breeds of
dogs. Michael smiled inside seeing dog breeds such as husky, german
shepherd, and bulldogs in this world. Some of the dogs however had wings and
pointy ears.
Taking his eyes o the dwarves, he noticed the growling faces of orcs and the
beast-men. Orcs were the bodybuilders of this world. Their bulky muscle
mountain physique itself terried many humans. Despite their terrifying look,
the orcs were a peace-loving race. Only a few tribes such as Dular's tribe
advocated war and violence. According to Gaya, the orcs preferred to live in
peace and prosper through trade routes with nearby kingdoms. The orcs were
the only powerful race in the world who did not have their own kingdom.
Almost all the orcs had a raccoon with a long bushy tail sitting on their
shoulders.
Among the humans, he was standing last beside the half-elf. Each and every
man and girl in the crowd carried an exotic rare familiar. The dragons were said
to be a rare race yet he could see a bunch of dragons ying around like ies.
Some of the dragons radiated a noble aura, their demeanor, the way they
looked at the others, the shininess of their scales, simply, those dragons stood
out.
Edith and Victoria were standing in the front. Since Michael had no idea who
they were, he paid little attention to them. His full focus was on the half-elf and
the majestic castle in front of him.
"Why are we standing here?"
"Where is that giant?"
The elves began to show their discontent with waiting. Only the elves were
daring enough to be like this. The rest of them were glad to be a part of
Mazeroth, unlike the elves. The more he saw the elves, the more he realized the
assholeness of the elves. On top of being racists, they seemed to be lacking
patience.
Michael looked around his surroundings. They seemed to be in the training
grounds because the grass eld was neatly pruned and he could notice pitches
resembling cricket pitches.
The cultivation level of each individual surprised Michael. None of them was
stronger than him. Only one girl seemed to be on the same stage as him. With
the experience points he received from the reapers Gaya killed and the ninjas he
killed back in Hades, he was able to reach Core Strengthening stage level 4. He
was the strongest among them and the girl piqued his curiosity. However,
curiosity wasn't enough for him to go to the front and talk to the girl. He had
more pressing issues to take care of. In this world full of surprises, it was
logical for someone else to be stronger than him at this point in his life. It
would take him decades to be the strongest of them all.
"Silence" An authoritative voice sounded from above them. All the students
looked upward and saw a group of four descending. The leading gure was a
young man wearing square glasses, behind him were two girls and a youngster
who showed his chiseled body and magazine-worthy abs.
The gray-haired young man wearing glasses was in silver armor that t
perfectly on his body. He carried a heavy sword on his back. Just like Michael,
this youngster too had a short haircut. The blonde-haired girl behind the young
man looked cold, stern, and unsympathetic. The other girl whose black hair
ayed in the wind had a warm smile on her face. She seemed more friendly and
very approachable than the other girl.
Currently, the four of them slowly descended onto the ground. Unfortunately
for Michael, all of them were Core Formation level 10 cultivators. While he was
in the Akilan Realm, he did not want to stand out. The attraction would hurt his
search for the dark elf in the tree. He simply preferred anonymity in Akilan
Realm.
He never expected that he would be the strongest among them. He could
however hide his cultivation level with the help of the system but that would
denitely raise red ags if someone tried to perceive his cultivation level,
especially the professors. The other option was to lower his cultivation except if
they used powerful arrays, his real cultivation would be exposed and result in
unnecessary complications. Therefore, Michael mingled with the crowd,
staying at last. Since the half-elf was a thief, he too naturally stayed behind.
Nightmare wrapped his tail around Michael's neck as he stared at the other
dragons in wonder. He had never met his species and he was curious about the
other dragons.
"Welcome to Mazeroth. I am Elliot Watson, the head prefect" the youngster
carrying the heavy sword proudly said. He adjusted his glass before continuing,
"Shall we? " Elliot looked over his shoulder at the tall bulky youngster behind
him.
The students including Michael did not know what the four of them were
planning to do. Soon, he found out when a hot airbrushed past them. The heavy
sword which was in the sheath a second ago was now in his hand. Even Michael
failed to notice as the youngster moved too quickly, faster than blinking an eye.
"As expected," Elliot nodded. He then turned his gaze back at the new students,
"Listen to your prefects and don't taint the proud name of Mazeroth. If you do,
I will take care of the matter myself"
Then the four of them took o leaving the students confused. Only a few
students could guess why they came. The hot air brushed past them was
Celestial energy. Elliot checked if there was an imposter amidst them. Although
the odds of forging the teleportation scroll to Mazeroth were near zero and no
one had managed to do so, it was customary for the head prefect and the
student leaders of each specialization to conduct a search when the new
students arrived.
Michael felt a major deja vu looking at the disappearing gures of the four
students. It felt like yesterday he saw Alex, Adam, Celina, and Sadie at the
heaven's gate competition.
As he was looking at them, he felt the half-elf moving his hand through his
coat. The half-elf was daring to pickpocket Michael. He could tell the half-elf
was highly trained by the way he was moving his hands. Too bad the half-elf
was trying to pickpocket the earth's number one hitman and the deadliest man.
"Your trick won't work on me half-elf" Michael whispered to the half elf.
The half elf's face instantly became paler.
"You need ngers to break open those space rings you stole. Don't make me
break them" he whispered to the half-elf with a smile on his face. To others,
they were like friends having a nice chat. The half-elf shivered after he heard
Michael. He had no idea how the human next to him found out about his trick of
breaking the space rings. It took him years to come up with a rune hack to break
open the space rings.
"There is that giant"
"Someone should teach him the concept of time"
When everyone saw Gilrine walking out through the door in the courtyard, the
elves began to bitch.
"Welcome welcome to Mazeroth"
"Someone already said that, now lead us to the sorting pillars without wasting
our time anymore" one of the elves rolled his eyes. His arrogant demeanor
drew everyone's attention including Michael's. He was one of the elves who
beat the half-elf earlier on the train.
Gilrine's grin shrunk,
"Sorry, now if you follow me," Gilrine said, clearing his throat to disguise the
embarrassed look on his face. Despite his look, Gilrine seemed to be a soft-
hearted man.
The elves followed Gilrine rst as the others followed them behind. The half-elf
tried to speed up his steps,
"Try to escape and ill tell the elves what you did to their stu"
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His words stopped the half elf in his way.
"I don't know what you are talking about," said the half elf.
"Nightmare" Michael gently nudged Nightmare's chin as he leaped onto the
half elf's shoulder. The half-elf almost shouted and swatted away Nightmare
but Nightmare's razor-sharp teeth stopped him from doing so.
"Walk with me," said Michael following the crowd.
The half-elf realized he had no choice but to follow him because the man
walking in front of him was the strongest of them all. He made an amateur
mistake by not checking his cultivation before trying to pickpocket him.
However, he did not have to worry for long as the professors would strip away
their cultivation after the sorting ceremonies. The students would only be
allowed to use their cultivation during certain tasks and assignments.
"Hey, little dragon" the half-elf smiled at Nightmare,
"You're either extremely lucky or unlucky" the half-elf couldn't guess whether
to laugh or cry hearing the dragon.
"What's your name by the way?" asked Nightmare,
"Wilkas"
The half-elf sighed, giving the dragon one of his aliases.
Chapter 431: Sorting Ceremony II
Michael followed Gilrine while keeping an eye on the half-elf. The walls above
the corridors were lled with dancing plants and talking portraits. The closer
he got to the oak door at the end of the corridor, the louder the students began
to chit chat. They were clearly more excited than Michael.
Under dierent circumstances, Michael would have enjoyed spending his time
on Mazeroth. The third persona problem of his prevented him from
appreciating the life around him.
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Chapter 430: Sorting Ceremony I
Finally, the train came to a halt. One by one, the compartment doors opened.
Michael waited for everyone to leave before he left the train last. When he came
to the door, the scenery before him took his breath away.
"Wow" Nightmare exclaimed,
Unlike Michael who meditated on his way, Nightmare was looking at
everything through the window still when he saw the place with nothing in
front of his eyes, the place looked a hundred times more stunning or more.
For Michael, the Mazeroth castle immediately reminded him of Hogwarts. Of
course, the castle was unique in its own way. Now that he stepped outside the
train, he was able to see more and more students who seemed to be of the same
age as him. He could see almost every fantasy race such as elves, dwarves,
humans, orcs, and beast-men. The elves were standing in a group away from
the other races while the dwarves seemed to be cursing at the elves for some
reason.
The tension between the two races was visible. Almost every single one of them
was familiar with them. The elves mostly carried a beautiful snowy owl in a
cage. Contrary to the elves, the dwarves were standing beside various breeds of
dogs. Michael smiled inside seeing dog breeds such as husky, german
shepherd, and bulldogs in this world. Some of the dogs however had wings and
pointy ears.
Taking his eyes o the dwarves, he noticed the growling faces of orcs and the
beast-men. Orcs were the bodybuilders of this world. Their bulky muscle
mountain physique itself terried many humans. Despite their terrifying look,
the orcs were a peace-loving race. Only a few tribes such as Dular's tribe
advocated war and violence. According to Gaya, the orcs preferred to live in
peace and prosper through trade routes with nearby kingdoms. The orcs were
the only powerful race in the world who did not have their own kingdom.
Almost all the orcs had a raccoon with a long bushy tail sitting on their
shoulders.
Among the humans, he was standing last beside the half-elf. Each and every
man and girl in the crowd carried an exotic rare familiar. The dragons were said
to be a rare race yet he could see a bunch of dragons ying around like ies.
Some of the dragons radiated a noble aura, their demeanor, the way they
looked at the others, the shininess of their scales, simply, those dragons stood
out.
Edith and Victoria were standing in the front. Since Michael had no idea who
they were, he paid little attention to them. His full focus was on the half-elf and
the majestic castle in front of him.
"Why are we standing here?"
"Where is that giant?"
The elves began to show their discontent with waiting. Only the elves were
daring enough to be like this. The rest of them were glad to be a part of
Mazeroth, unlike the elves. The more he saw the elves, the more he realized the
assholeness of the elves. On top of being racists, they seemed to be lacking
patience.
Michael looked around his surroundings. They seemed to be in the training
grounds because the grass eld was neatly pruned and he could notice pitches
resembling cricket pitches.
The cultivation level of each individual surprised Michael. None of them was
stronger than him. Only one girl seemed to be on the same stage as him. With
the experience points he received from the reapers Gaya killed and the ninjas he
killed back in Hades, he was able to reach Core Strengthening stage level 4. He
was the strongest among them and the girl piqued his curiosity. However,
curiosity wasn't enough for him to go to the front and talk to the girl. He had
more pressing issues to take care of. In this world full of surprises, it was
logical for someone else to be stronger than him at this point in his life. It
would take him decades to be the strongest of them all.
"Silence" An authoritative voice sounded from above them. All the students
looked upward and saw a group of four descending. The leading gure was a
young man wearing square glasses, behind him were two girls and a youngster
who showed his chiseled body and magazine-worthy abs.
The gray-haired young man wearing glasses was in silver armor that t
perfectly on his body. He carried a heavy sword on his back. Just like Michael,
this youngster too had a short haircut. The blonde-haired girl behind the young
man looked cold, stern, and unsympathetic. The other girl whose black hair
ayed in the wind had a warm smile on her face. She seemed more friendly and
very approachable than the other girl.
Currently, the four of them slowly descended onto the ground. Unfortunately
for Michael, all of them were Core Formation level 10 cultivators. While he was
in the Akilan Realm, he did not want to stand out. The attraction would hurt his
search for the dark elf in the tree. He simply preferred anonymity in Akilan
Realm.
He never expected that he would be the strongest among them. He could
however hide his cultivation level with the help of the system but that would
denitely raise red ags if someone tried to perceive his cultivation level,
especially the professors. The other option was to lower his cultivation except if
they used powerful arrays, his real cultivation would be exposed and result in
unnecessary complications. Therefore, Michael mingled with the crowd,
staying at last. Since the half-elf was a thief, he too naturally stayed behind.
Nightmare wrapped his tail around Michael's neck as he stared at the other
dragons in wonder. He had never met his species and he was curious about the
other dragons.
"Welcome to Mazeroth. I am Elliot Watson, the head prefect" the youngster
carrying the heavy sword proudly said. He adjusted his glass before continuing,
"Shall we? " Elliot looked over his shoulder at the tall bulky youngster behind
him.
The students including Michael did not know what the four of them were
planning to do. Soon, he found out when a hot airbrushed past them. The heavy
sword which was in the sheath a second ago was now in his hand. Even Michael
failed to notice as the youngster moved too quickly, faster than blinking an eye.
"As expected," Elliot nodded. He then turned his gaze back at the new students,
"Listen to your prefects and don't taint the proud name of Mazeroth. If you do,
I will take care of the matter myself"
Then the four of them took o leaving the students confused. Only a few
students could guess why they came. The hot air brushed past them was
Celestial energy. Elliot checked if there was an imposter amidst them. Although
the odds of forging the teleportation scroll to Mazeroth were near zero and no
one had managed to do so, it was customary for the head prefect and the
student leaders of each specialization to conduct a search when the new
students arrived.
Michael felt a major deja vu looking at the disappearing gures of the four
students. It felt like yesterday he saw Alex, Adam, Celina, and Sadie at the
heaven's gate competition.
As he was looking at them, he felt the half-elf moving his hand through his
coat. The half-elf was daring to pickpocket Michael. He could tell the half-elf
was highly trained by the way he was moving his hands. Too bad the half-elf
was trying to pickpocket the earth's number one hitman and the deadliest man.
"Your trick won't work on me half-elf" Michael whispered to the half elf.
The half elf's face instantly became paler.
"You need ngers to break open those space rings you stole. Don't make me
break them" he whispered to the half-elf with a smile on his face. To others,
they were like friends having a nice chat. The half-elf shivered after he heard
Michael. He had no idea how the human next to him found out about his trick of
breaking the space rings. It took him years to come up with a rune hack to break
open the space rings.
"There is that giant"
"Someone should teach him the concept of time"
When everyone saw Gilrine walking out through the door in the courtyard, the
elves began to bitch.
"Welcome welcome to Mazeroth"
"Someone already said that, now lead us to the sorting pillars without wasting
our time anymore" one of the elves rolled his eyes. His arrogant demeanor
drew everyone's attention including Michael's. He was one of the elves who
beat the half-elf earlier on the train.
Gilrine's grin shrunk,
"Sorry, now if you follow me," Gilrine said, clearing his throat to disguise the
embarrassed look on his face. Despite his look, Gilrine seemed to be a soft-
hearted man.
The elves followed Gilrine rst as the others followed them behind. The half-elf
tried to speed up his steps,
"Try to escape and ill tell the elves what you did to their stu"
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His words stopped the half elf in his way.
"I don't know what you are talking about," said the half elf.
"Nightmare" Michael gently nudged Nightmare's chin as he leaped onto the
half elf's shoulder. The half-elf almost shouted and swatted away Nightmare
but Nightmare's razor-sharp teeth stopped him from doing so.
"Walk with me," said Michael following the crowd.
The half-elf realized he had no choice but to follow him because the man
walking in front of him was the strongest of them all. He made an amateur
mistake by not checking his cultivation before trying to pickpocket him.
However, he did not have to worry for long as the professors would strip away
their cultivation after the sorting ceremonies. The students would only be
allowed to use their cultivation during certain tasks and assignments.
"Hey, little dragon" the half-elf smiled at Nightmare,
"You're either extremely lucky or unlucky" the half-elf couldn't guess whether
to laugh or cry hearing the dragon.
"What's your name by the way?" asked Nightmare,
"Wilkas"
The half-elf sighed, giving the dragon one of his aliases.
Chapter 431: Sorting Ceremony II
Michael followed Gilrine while keeping an eye on the half-elf. The walls above
the corridors were lled with dancing plants and talking portraits. The closer
he got to the oak door at the end of the corridor, the louder the students began
to chit chat. They were clearly more excited than Michael.
Under dierent circumstances, Michael would have enjoyed spending his time
on Mazeroth. The third persona problem of his prevented him from
appreciating the life around him.
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Chapter 430: Sorting Ceremony I Finally, the train came to a halt. One by one, the compartment doors opened.Michael waited for everyone to leave before he left the train last. When he cameto the door, the scenery before him took his breath away."Wow" Nightmare exclaimed,Unlike Michael who meditated on his way, Nightmare was looking ateverything through the window still when he saw the place with nothing infront of his eyes, the place looked a hundred times more stunning or more.For Michael, the Mazeroth castle immediately reminded him of Hogwarts. Ofcourse, the castle was unique in its own way. Now that he stepped outside thetrain, he was able to see more and more students who seemed to be of the sameage as him. He could see almost every fantasy race such as elves, dwarves,humans, orcs, and beast-men. The elves were standing in a group away fromthe other races while the dwarves seemed to be cursing at the elves for somereason.The tension between the two races was visible. Almost every single one of themwas familiar with them. The elves mostly carried a beautiful snowy owl in acage. Contrary to the elves, the dwarves were standing beside various breeds ofdogs. Michael smiled inside seeing dog breeds such as husky, germanshepherd, and bulldogs in this world. Some of the dogs however had wings andpointy ears.Taking his eyes o the dwarves, he noticed the growling faces of orcs and thebeast-men. Orcs were the bodybuilders of this world. Their bulky musclemountain physique itself terried many humans. Despite their terrifying look,the orcs were a peace-loving race. Only a few tribes such as Dular's tribeadvocated war and violence. According to Gaya, the orcs preferred to live inpeace and prosper through trade routes with nearby kingdoms. The orcs werethe only powerful race in the world who did not have their own kingdom.Almost all the orcs had a raccoon with a long bushy tail sitting on theirshoulders.Among the humans, he was standing last beside the half-elf. Each and everyman and girl in the crowd carried an exotic rare familiar. The dragons were saidto be a rare race yet he could see a bunch of dragons ying around like ies.Some of the dragons radiated a noble aura, their demeanor, the way theylooked at the others, the shininess of their scales, simply, those dragons stoodout.Edith and Victoria were standing in the front. Since Michael had no idea whothey were, he paid little attention to them. His full focus was on the half-elf andthe majestic castle in front of him."Why are we standing here?""Where is that giant?"The elves began to show their discontent with waiting. Only the elves weredaring enough to be like this. The rest of them were glad to be a part ofMazeroth, unlike the elves. The more he saw the elves, the more he realized theassholeness of the elves. On top of being racists, they seemed to be lackingpatience.Michael looked around his surroundings. They seemed to be in the traininggrounds because the grass eld was neatly pruned and he could notice pitchesresembling cricket pitches.The cultivation level of each individual surprised Michael. None of them wasstronger than him. Only one girl seemed to be on the same stage as him. Withthe experience points he received from the reapers Gaya killed and the ninjas hekilled back in Hades, he was able to reach Core Strengthening stage level 4. Hewas the strongest among them and the girl piqued his curiosity. However,curiosity wasn't enough for him to go to the front and talk to the girl. He hadmore pressing issues to take care of. In this world full of surprises, it waslogical for someone else to be stronger than him at this point in his life. Itwould take him decades to be the strongest of them all."Silence" An authoritative voice sounded from above them. All the studentslooked upward and saw a group of four descending. The leading gure was ayoung man wearing square glasses, behind him were two girls and a youngsterwho showed his chiseled body and magazine-worthy abs.The gray-haired young man wearing glasses was in silver armor that tperfectly on his body. He carried a heavy sword on his back. Just like Michael,this youngster too had a short haircut. The blonde-haired girl behind the youngman looked cold, stern, and unsympathetic. The other girl whose black hairayed in the wind had a warm smile on her face. She seemed more friendly andvery approachable than the other girl.Currently, the four of them slowly descended onto the ground. Unfortunatelyfor Michael, all of them were Core Formation level 10 cultivators. While he wasin the Akilan Realm, he did not want to stand out. The attraction would hurt hissearch for the dark elf in the tree. He simply preferred anonymity in AkilanRealm.He never expected that he would be the strongest among them. He couldhowever hide his cultivation level with the help of the system but that woulddenitely raise red ags if someone tried to perceive his cultivation level,especially the professors. The other option was to lower his cultivation except ifthey used powerful arrays, his real cultivation would be exposed and result inunnecessary complications. Therefore, Michael mingled with the crowd,staying at last. Since the half-elf was a thief, he too naturally stayed behind.Nightmare wrapped his tail around Michael's neck as he stared at the otherdragons in wonder. He had never met his species and he was curious about theother dragons."Welcome to Mazeroth. I am Elliot Watson, the head prefect" the youngstercarrying the heavy sword proudly said. He adjusted his glass before continuing,"Shall we? " Elliot looked over his shoulder at the tall bulky youngster behindhim.The students including Michael did not know what the four of them wereplanning to do. Soon, he found out when a hot airbrushed past them. The heavysword which was in the sheath a second ago was now in his hand. Even Michaelfailed to notice as the youngster moved too quickly, faster than blinking an eye."As expected," Elliot nodded. He then turned his gaze back at the new students,"Listen to your prefects and don't taint the proud name of Mazeroth. If you do,I will take care of the matter myself"Then the four of them took o leaving the students confused. Only a fewstudents could guess why they came. The hot air brushed past them wasCelestial energy. Elliot checked if there was an imposter amidst them. Althoughthe odds of forging the teleportation scroll to Mazeroth were near zero and noone had managed to do so, it was customary for the head prefect and thestudent leaders of each specialization to conduct a search when the newstudents arrived.Michael felt a major deja vu looking at the disappearing gures of the fourstudents. It felt like yesterday he saw Alex, Adam, Celina, and Sadie at theheaven's gate competition.As he was looking at them, he felt the half-elf moving his hand through hiscoat. The half-elf was daring to pickpocket Michael. He could tell the half-elfwas highly trained by the way he was moving his hands. Too bad the half-elfwas trying to pickpocket the earth's number one hitman and the deadliest man."Your trick won't work on me half-elf" Michael whispered to the half elf.The half elf's face instantly became paler."You need ngers to break open those space rings you stole. Don't make mebreak them" he whispered to the half-elf with a smile on his face. To others,they were like friends having a nice chat. The half-elf shivered after he heardMichael. He had no idea how the human next to him found out about his trick ofbreaking the space rings. It took him years to come up with a rune hack to breakopen the space rings."There is that giant""Someone should teach him the concept of time"When everyone saw Gilrine walking out through the door in the courtyard, theelves began to bitch."Welcome welcome to Mazeroth""Someone already said that, now lead us to the sorting pillars without wastingour time anymore" one of the elves rolled his eyes. His arrogant demeanordrew everyone's attention including Michael's. He was one of the elves whobeat the half-elf earlier on the train.Gilrine's grin shrunk,"Sorry, now if you follow me," Gilrine said, clearing his throat to disguise theembarrassed look on his face. Despite his look, Gilrine seemed to be a soft-hearted man.The elves followed Gilrine rst as the others followed them behind. The half-elftried to speed up his steps,"Try to escape and ill tell the elves what you did to their stu" Locked Chapter BATCH UNLOCK CHAPTERS New chapter is coming soon His words stopped the half elf in his way."I don't know what you are talking about," said the half elf."Nightmare" Michael gently nudged Nightmare's chin as he leaped onto thehalf elf's shoulder. The half-elf almost shouted and swatted away Nightmarebut Nightmare's razor-sharp teeth stopped him from doing so."Walk with me," said Michael following the crowd.The half-elf realized he had no choice but to follow him because the manwalking in front of him was the strongest of them all. He made an amateurmistake by not checking his cultivation before trying to pickpocket him.However, he did not have to worry for long as the professors would strip awaytheir cultivation after the sorting ceremonies. The students would only beallowed to use their cultivation during certain tasks and assignments."Hey, little dragon" the half-elf smiled at Nightmare,"You're either extremely lucky or unlucky" the half-elf couldn't guess whetherto laugh or cry hearing the dragon."What's your name by the way?" asked Nightmare,"Wilkas"The half-elf sighed, giving the dragon one of his aliases.Chapter 431: Sorting Ceremony II Michael followed Gilrine while keeping an eye on the half-elf. The walls abovethe corridors were lled with dancing plants and talking portraits. The closerhe got to the oak door at the end of the corridor, the louder the students beganto chit chat. They were clearly more excited than Michael.Under dierent circumstances, Michael would have enjoyed spending his timeon Mazeroth. 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