Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

‘Puh-haat!’

Taking a Spartan Kick from the giant skeleton and falling with a splash, Jaina was back at the entrance seconds later via transport magic.

Her waterlogged hands flicked back her equally waterlogged hair and rubbed her eyes. She clapped her hands together.

‘Congratulations, Professor. You're out of the first leg, and you're not even close to the boss.’

‘Did you just say that...... No, more than that! You could have sent it back before it hit the water if it had a transfer spell on it, why did you make it work after it fell!’

Jaina spread her arms wide as if to show him. Water splashed down her drenched, sagging clothes. Her soaked clothes and hair began to dry slowly, but she couldn't help but feel a little squeamish.

‘There's no point in getting eliminated if you're just going to run back to the entrance, so why bother making a mock gate to practice.’

‘.......’

He instantly turned into a honeyed mute. Because what I had just said was something that Jayna herself usually emphasised so strongly: there had to be a penalty for failure for dungeon practice to be worthwhile.

That's why the fake demons didn't just wound you, but actually hurt you, and why you could only get out of a trap after one of your clothes or body was soiled.@@novelbin@@

After a moment's pause, as if she hadn't expected her words to be taken literally, Jaina straightened her grumbling attire.

‘You leave people speechless. You've learnt very well who taught you, haven't you?’