Blood Evolution System

Instructor Alex knew that the wishlist was an item with no information on the virtual net, so he didn't mind telling Vincent about things related to it. "The wishlist is a one-time useable item that allows you to order an ingredient from the association, no matter how precious or hard it is for a person to get it. However, its rank can not surpass grade-2."

Vincent thought it was a great item as he could use it for multiple purposes. He could use it to get an impossible to obtain ingredient. The alchemy association sure does not maltreat its alchemist. They know how to shower others in favor so that they won't turn their back on them when they need them.

Since there was nothing to do here anymore, Vincent decided to leave.

But before he could step out of the office, instructor Alex stopped him as he had something important to say.

"Yes?"

"The alchemy association will be holding a tournament after two months. Any alchemist with a grade-2 license can join it. As long as you reach the top 10 positions, you will get promoted to a grade-1 alchemist and obtain the chance to participate in the yearly alchemy titled competition. The top 3 will earn additional rewards. Make sure to join it and put your skills to good use." Instructor Alex explained and threw a pamphlet to him.

Alchemist association only holds two tournaments every year. The first one promotes grade-2 alchemist to grade-1. The second one let grade-1 alchemists get a title, and it wasn't easy to get one because a person needed skills to surpass thousands of other grade-1 alchemists. Both the competition had a lot of viewers. Winning was the same as shooting to fame.

Vincent grabbed the pamphlet, read the content, and said, "Interesting."

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In the uppermost area of the military academy, headmaster Tirion and all of the higher-ups were sitting around a round table. All of them were looking at the official from the federation as if they had seen their enemy. If looks could kill, the poor official who was only here to relay the words of the federation head to the people would've already become a meat paste.

Instructor Tirion slammed his hand on the table and aggressively asked, "What did you say?! Repeat it!"

"The Federation President, Crimson Emperor, is commanding all the 33 military academies to prepare their students to participate in the closing of Hell's paradise. He said, and I quote, "The creature of hell has further increased the rate of their invasion. It seems like they are looking for something in the living realm. Cursed Child, that's all I managed to get from a two-winged seraph. From now on, I command the four great royal families, the headmaster, vice-headmaster, and elders of the 33 military academies, and royals of all the planets to look for the cursed child and protect him from all harm. At the same time, I order all of you to dispatch your private force and save the people from suffering.

"In many planets, especially those closer to the border between the living realm and the hell realm, people seeing a crack opening in space every day has become common."

Everyone realized the severity of his words. The crack was a passage that connected to hell. Inside it resided hellish monsters and gatekeepers who protected the hell's core.

When a crack appears, anyone can go into it and enter the other side but not go out of it.

Unless the core gets destroyed, the crack will remain and continue expanding until an outbreak occurs, meaning creatures of hell would be able to invade the planets. Once they invaded, it was clear what would happen. Many people would die, and only supernatural humans would be able to protect themselves.

"All of them are panicking, and their belief in the federation is dimming. As much as I would like to keep things as they were and make the people not worry for their lives, it is no longer possible. The military doesn't have enough workforce to keep them all close. All the Generals are busy fending off the enemies at the border. The border conflict has advanced to a sudden all-out war. The news is, of course, not made public to keep the public from panicking and creating more trouble. I hope that remains the same.

Everyone except for the Academies will be on their own. No help will be provided to them. As for the academy, you guys will work with the resistance members. You have one month to prepare your students, newly enlisted or not, for participating in the closing of hell's paradises around the planets."

"The crimson period has started. Everyone will get punished severely for breaking the rules." The official emphasized the last sentence.

The crimson period was a wartime measure enforced by the federation's president. The moment it begins, anyone breaking the rules would get their names recorded in the all-seeing list. Then, the president will dispatch Enforcers to punish the rules breakers. Any form of corruption was ill-advised. Escaping the notice of the crimson list was impossible!

Tirion calmed himself down and said, "We understand. But we have a condition."

"Please say it." The official said.

"We must know who we're collaborating with and when I say that, I mean their name, background, everything."

The resistance was an organization that was best at closing gates. But they were secretive and maniacs! Everyone knew that! So, how could they simply put their well-bred students with a bunch of monsters that care not of their lives but the only mission and wouldn't hesitate to abandon outsiders from their comrades and missions?

"The Crimson Emperor said that he understands and that he will tell the resistance organization to forward the personal info of all its members the students come across to you." The official said.

"The crimson emperor, is he on the phone?" Tirion asked.

"No longer. He just cut off the line." The official replied after a simple cough.