Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

The forest was filled with crystalline blue flames, the sound of swords clashing violently was the daily music, accompanied by the chorus of students' screams. The administrators in the center watched attentively, noting the smallest details on sheets of paper quickly and then checking the screens to not miss anything.

"A total of 60 students have died in these four days since the start of the third event," reported a girl with a ponytail, dressed in a black secretary outfit, as she read the report in her hands to the three people in another room. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

"The leaders of the 7 cults are still alive, hence the number of casualties among the cultists exceeds 80." After finishing her report, she bowed slightly and left the room.

"Excellent! My students are finally coming out!" exclaimed Athena excitedly as she watched a screen, where a boy with white hair and red eyes moved among the shadows thanks to his affinity. He successfully exterminated 7 lunatics, with whispers from the shadows guiding him.

Most of the cultists were eradicated by his own shadow beneath his feet; in the blink of an eye, the bodies of the 7 had disappeared without a sound, leaving everything completely clean without a drop of blood.

On another screen, there was a peculiar duo—a man and a woman fighting side by side against another group of crazed cultists. The woman wore a beautiful red armor that seemed to ignite with her lovely hair, her sword consumed by flames in her arms. The man, on the other hand, charged like a tank, his hammer mercilessly crushing the cultists, pinning them to the ground like ants.

They were totally surrounded by about 15 cultists, but teamwork was not left behind. Eleanor swept away everything in front of her with her flames, while Edward faced the larger number head-on.

"What prestigious blood the empire has," said Kalista with shining eyes. Although she had great hope in the young blood, she didn't expect them to exceed her expectations completely. Of course, that didn't mean she underestimated her own students; there were many prodigies among them, but one always stood out more than the others.

In this case, it was a group of four, her eyes focusing on a boy with black hair, hidden in the glare as he glared with pure hatred at the bastards in front of him.

The boy took several deep breaths and forcefully calmed down as he clenched his teeth; his eyes became crystalline, as if everything around the cultists froze, shattered like crystals, and fell to the ground. Their bodies turned crystalline and sank into the ground, and the place returned to its usual calmness; Matías's figure disappeared with the wind.

"I don't fully understand that boy's magic," Athena said, furrowing her brow. As a weapons master, she had all kinds of knowledge about every weapon that could exist, and she also had knowledge of magic. But that boy's magic was very peculiar, and she didn't fully understand it. She tried to decipher how he used it, but she had no idea.

Athena looked at Kalista with shining eyes, hoping she would explain. Kalista met Athena's gaze and felt a headache coming on. "I don't understand it either. The boy is quite reserved," she said, shrugging.

Athena lowered her head in disappointment. "I think I can understand him," Crystal said, looking at Matías's figure. "His appearance is like a mirror, and his mana doesn't have color either. The only thing I can think of is that his ability lies in reflections. When his eyes become transparent, it's as if they turn into small mirrors." Crystal fell silent for a few seconds before continuing.

"Then, everything he sees and observes is reflected in his eyes, as if he himself became a mirror. But I have no idea how he uses it," Crystal said, frowning.

"Wait, according to all accounts, that boy's magic is much stronger than all the other students, but..." Athena furrowed her brow. "Perhaps he spends enormous amounts of mana to use it," Kalista said. "According to Amael, every time that boy returns from a minor exploration, he arrives extremely tired."

"That makes sense. His ability is quite broken, even for me," Athena said with a sigh. But then her expression stiffened. Crystal looked at her friend's expression and smiled. "What if the 'Broken Mirror' artifact ends up in his hands? I suppose it will be much more terrifying than it is now," Crystal's eyes sparkled.

She was right; Athena looked at Matías with new eyes. "He's a material to be fully exploited," she said with a cruel smile on her lips. The two women looked away; they could already feel pity for the poor boy who had the misfortune of falling into the hands of this madwoman. On the screen deep in the forest, Matías's figure trembled intensely as he sneezed.

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A great luminosity emerged from the depths of the forest, and above the clouds turned dark, and terrifying yellow lightning illuminated them from within, striking downward with lethal precision. At the highest point, a golden lance shone intensely, expelling bright energy in all directions from the cloud. The golden lance grew larger, and the air around it became chaotic and rushed toward the sky.

The dark cloud sharpened and took the shape of a triangle, but it didn't stop at just one; the surrounding clouds darkened and formed a total of 3 tornadoes.

They descended mercilessly toward the forest, and amid all this chaos, Ezequiel walked calmly with his arms behind his back. His hair was golden, and the lightning changed from yellow to black, destroying everything in its path. The poor bastards didn't have a chance to escape; they were totally disintegrated the moment the lightning touched their bodies.@@novelbin@@

After a few moments, the tornadoes abruptly stopped spinning and vanished into the air just as they had appeared. A bright light descended from the sky and fell directly into Ezequiel's hands. The lance stopped shining and returned to its normal appearance. Ezequiel looked at the lance with a smile—it was the best thing that could have happened to him.