Chapter 362
For the entire day, the atmosphere of the Academic City was extremely stifling.
An unknown period of time ago, Archmage Stim Allenz captured an Evil God. That Evil God was completely irrational. Her brain was permanently removed, and the Evil God that was still alive was transformed into a magic incubator, known as the Mana Fetus.
During normal times, the Mana Fetus would be sealed inside the Grand Library to accumulate mana, only being released during the Mana Banquet that was held once every ten years. This would cause a mana tide to form in the Academic City.
Under normal circumstances, this mana tide would be reflected as an aurora in the sky. Normal people would only be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery once, nothing else.
Only existences with magic power would react with the Mana Tide.
If a person with low mana couldn't resist the mana tide, they would instead be swept away by it, the remaining mana in their body would be extracted and mixed with the mana tide.
The closer one was to the center of the mana tide, the stronger this force would be. For this reason, during the Mana Banquet, those with insufficient mana would stay far away from the Academic City.
If they could resist the power of the mana tide, they would instead be able to harvest mana from the mana tide, as well as other things that were swept away by the mana tide.
Of course, these harvests could only be described as minor details, the true harvest was at the center of the Mana Banquet. The Mana Fetus was called the Mana Fetus not only because it could breed mana, but also because it could breed other things as well.
The murder of an auditing student of the Mobis Institute could be considered a huge piece of news.
Some students believed that it was the work of some radical students, after all, there were already some rumors in the institute that auditing students would pollute the purity of the institute, dragging down its reputation.
Normally, some of the Uppers in the Academic City looked down on the Sediments who obtained their status through benefits.
Not all Uppers were wealthy. Due to poor management or other reasons, many so-called aristocrats were actually in dire straits, but for the sake of the Uppers' dignity, they still had to squeeze out some money to dress themselves up.
This led to the emergence of certain theories that the benefits of the Upper-Class were stolen by those filthy and damned Sediments.
There had always been conflicts, sometimes to the point of being vicious. The extremists believed that by killing the Sediments, they would be able to reclaim their wealth. There were also such extremists in schools who would bully the descendants of the Sediments who had obtained status, sometimes even looking for an opportunity to kill them.
Of course, there were some true extremists in these radical organizations, but most of them were organizations like women's boxing and animal rights organizations. In essence, the people behind these organizations were using these conflicts to gain benefits. Just like how some people in women's boxing organizations didn't necessarily care about women's rights, or how some people in animal rights organizations didn't care about whether or not animals were treated well, radical organizations didn't care about whether or not Sediments were actually guilty. What they cared about was how much benefits they could gain from these conflicts.
At that time, the quota of five auditing students had even caused some students in the academy to protest. After some radical organizations in the academy received sponsorship from some students who didn't know the truth during the protest, they reported the matter to the academy and no longer cared whether the auditing students were admitted or not.
They even hoped that auditing students would enroll in the school. This way, they could create more conflicts and obtain more benefits.
That was why the death of the buzz-cut man was believed to be the work of the academy's radical organization.
In fact, the members of the Academy's radical organization were also hopping mad.
"Which idiot couldn't control his desires?" A young man with curly blond hair was currently raging in the club's conference room: "How many times have I told you, we need those idiots, but we can't just let them be"
Obviously, the idiots he was referring to were the true radicals.
"How's the negotiation with the Sludge organization?" after calming down, the young man continued to ask.
"They said that the benefits this time are 64 points" a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him answered: "They're 6 points"
"Greedy trash!" The blond young man cursed, then reached out his hand: "Agree to their demands, just this once, and find the murderer"
Very quickly, on the same morning, another protest began in the academy, except this time, it was the Sediments who had obtained their status for one or two generations. They were part of the Sludge organization, established to protect the benefits of those who were discriminated against.
"Donate to the victims, seek justice for those who died" Various slogans were heard, some people even took advantage of the protest to steal a few things. The saying 'strength in numbers' wasn't just for show.
The more people there were, the more courage they would have, and the less courage they would have when facing you.
This so-called 'donation' was semi-compulsory, so if you didn't donate when they came looking for you, it would be considered discrimination, and it wouldn't be too much to beat up the discriminators.
As Negri observed the events in the academy, he found that this was actually a microcosm of the Academic City, both contradictory and inseparable.
Both organizations have something up their sleeves. Are there Mystics behind them? In the Academic City, as long as one investigated deeply, they would more or less be able to contact Mystics. After all, Mystics also needed benefits to pay for their magical research.
Seems like Randhir, or rather, Michael, is in trouble. Negri knocked on the table, then narrowed his eyes as he watched the protest slowly come to a stop, leaving only a mess on the campus.
Not too long after that, a young man with blond hair knocked on Negri's office. He stood in front of Negri's desk, slightly lowering his head to appear humble and polite.
"My apologies, you may call me Kalanci, Kalanci Miti. Mr. Negri, we have caused a bit of chaos in your academy, please believe me, this is only temporary, this is our apology" he then placed a small box on Negri's desk.
"My apologies once again, please forgive our mistake" Kalanci smiled and spoke with a sincere tone: "Furthermore, Mr. Marche asked me to send his regards to you"
"Marche" Negri nodded, then quickly recalled the information in his mind. Marche, a Mystics who had some dealings with Michael before, seems like he's the one behind these radical organizations and the Mud organization.
"I don't like this" Negri then looked at the young man and said.
"I understand, we'll be more careful from now on" Kalanci's expression turned serious, then bid Negri farewell and left.
"I don't like this, it's too … firm" Negri didn't look at Kalanci as he left, then continued: "It's good to be firm, but when it's too firm, it's not good for new things to emerge from the old"
"They need new motivation, or perhaps a new whip, don't you think so?"
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