blueteamnovel Chapter 60 Blue and White Bowl
Chapter 60 Blue and White Bowl
This is the real reason why the audience seats in the Magic Academy's mage test area are always packed, with every session sold out.
The noise from the stands instantly rose several notches, with cheers and whistles sweeping across the entire oval arena. The atmosphere on the field completely spiraled out of control, and what had initially been a fairly serious adventurer assessment was transformed in the blink of an eye.
Having shed the constraints of her heavy clothing, the female mage's magical energy flowed more smoothly, all barriers to her spellcasting vanishing. She raised her hand, gripping her staff tightly; the speed at which magical energy erupted from her fingertips visibly increased, and the incantation flowed effortlessly from her lips, without the slightest hesitation. Ice spikes, fireballs, and wind blades roared forth in rapid succession, bombarding the decoy target in front of her. The damage numbers jumped dramatically; compared to her previous restrained state, her output efficiency had more than doubled.
Another female mage beside her witnessed this scene, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, her ears burning, her heart filled with shyness and inner turmoil. Her gaze swept over the frenzied crowd in the stands, then at the ever-increasing scores in front of her, and finally bit her lower lip. Ultimately, she couldn't withstand the pressure of the graduation exam and elimination at the bottom, and reached out to throw off her heavy dress that she had been decorating for so long.
A cool breeze brushed against her delicate skin, causing her to tremble slightly.
After hesitating for a moment, she simply bent down and took off her boots, revealing a pair of fair, smooth, and well-proportioned feet on the cool stone surface.
In the instant she stretched out her posture, the staff in her hand shone brightly, and her spellcasting speed increased dramatically once again. The frequency of her magic power pouring out far exceeded that of her usual training. Spells rained down on the trial targets, creating a spectacular scene.
"Wow! That's awesome! This is the taste we came for!"
The townspeople in the stands went completely crazy, craning their necks and staring intently at the female mages in the center of the arena. The entire audience area turned into a showcase of fantasy.
Among them are many artists who were previously captured by the saintess and come here seeking inspiration. Although their revenue is not good now, they still have to make a living.
"Look at you guys, getting so excited just seeing a girl stretching out her body? How shallow." One of the artists, with his tousled hair and languid demeanor, stood at the front of the crowd with his arms crossed, coldly observing the restless townspeople around him, and couldn't help but sneer softly.
The townspeople around him immediately became displeased upon hearing this, turning to glare at him with a hint of anger in their voices: "We're all grown men, what are you pretending for?"
"Wait, aren't you the artist who drew 'The Nun and Everyday Items'?" one of the townspeople said, pointing at the artist.
"So it was you? What right do you, an artist, have to talk about us? We're just here to look, while you guys are actually drawing and profiting from it!"
"Ha!" the artist scoffed, ignoring the townspeople and still crossing his arms.
His eyes were fixed on the agile figures of the young female mages in the arena, his gaze precisely sweeping over the delicate folds of the fabric against their bodies and the faint sweat stains on their skin after exercise, his eyes professional and strict.
"Hehe~ Your measurements are 84, 59, 86? Sniff~ Does your body scent smell like citrus? Wheat-colored skin, nice, very healthy, but... what do you think? Will these features impress me?"
The artist glanced down, frowning in thought.
He then nodded solemnly to confirm, "Was the duration 32 seconds this time? Not bad, it really moved me. So, the female lead for the next book will be based on her. But how do we portray her characteristics? Does she seem to have a strong personality? I guess a female company president would be the best subject to bring out the character."
He unconsciously rubbed his lips with his fingertips, quickly sketching out character designs and storyboards in his mind, sorting out a complete creative process, completely immersed in his own world.
The townspeople pointed at the artist: "How dare you criticize us like this? You're even worse than me!"
The artist rested his chin on his hand, his eyes still fixed on the girls in the room, his expression calm and his tone firm: "I did paint those things, but so what? It's not wrong for me to appreciate the bodies of girls, and it's only human nature to appreciate beauty."
"I depict the figure of a young girl and portray the details of a character for work and to make a living. Ultimately, it is to satisfy the public, to meet your aesthetic needs, and to fulfill everyone's preferences, rather than to indulge in my own pleasure!"
"In other words, my initial intention in looking at the young girl was utterly pure and selfless! Therefore, even if I admire the figures of the mages, even if I stare intently, it is still a pure act! It is completely different from what you do, who look solely for your own desires!"
These words were a wake-up call.
The townspeople: "What nonsense is this guy spouting?"
**
In the bustling tavern of Mi City, the smell of alcohol mingled with the clamor of voices. Hill rested his chin on his hand, leaning lazily against the wooden table, his gaze indifferently fixed on the down-on-his-luck young nobleman on the stage who was making a drunken scene.
The man, his face flushed and his steps unsteady, gripped his wine glass and loudly proclaimed his political ambitions. He kept mentioning the saintess, speaking sarcastically about her virtues and achievements, spouting empty rhetoric about national righteousness, which drew jeers and agreement from the surrounding crowd of onlookers.
He would also occasionally point at Hill.
A sneer flashed across Hill's eyes, his heart filled with disdain. Such a pretentious, shallow, and utterly uncultured manner was truly beneath him.
If it were him giving a speech, he would never need to deliberately create a stir; his mere words and presence would be enough to make everyone in the pub hold their breath, all eyes fixed on him. The difference in their character and stature is stark, and there is absolutely no comparison.
"boring."
Today, he also has one important task he's been doing for over a decade: watching the tests of the female mages from the Magic Academy at the Adventurers' Guild's Trial Grounds. As an artist, this is a good habit he's maintained for over ten years, a habit instilled in him by his mother.
Hill closed the sketchbook on the table, got up and walked straight out of the tavern, hurrying towards the trial grounds.
Along the road, streetlights stood tall, and a passerby, inexplicably hanging from a lamppost, struggled desperately, calling out hoarsely for help. Hill glanced at him indifferently, his steps unwavering, his eyes utterly indifferent, and walked straight past. The plight of others was irrelevant to him; only the fresh materials from the trial grounds could pique his interest at this moment.
Before long, he arrived at the entrance to the trial grounds. He reached into his pocket, which contained dozens of copper coins he had saved. After looking through them for a while, he pulled out seven coins of less-than-ideal condition and exchanged them for a ticket to go in.
He arrived a little late today. Although part of the reason was that he spent a bit too long in the tavern, the main reason was that he was tormented by that blocky man and the elf couple yesterday, which left him with a psychological scar. He had always heard people say that life was worse than death, but he always thought that was nonsense. Could living be worse than dying?
But it wasn't until yesterday that he truly understood the weight of those words.
Confined in a cramped, enclosed cubic space where he couldn't stretch his limbs, he was constantly bombarded by hard blocks crashing down on him from above. Dust and debris filled the air, and blood blinded him, leaving him unable to see. He could only passively endure the endless impacts and pressure. That blocky man was simply a complete madman!
He can still feel a lingering pain in his head and buttocks.
Oh well, let's just pretend yesterday never happened.
Along the way, he overheard many passersby talking about how the owner of the cheap hotel where Wendy was staying had knelt on the street that morning, crying to everyone he met that his hotel had been completely destroyed, with the ceiling, roof, and furniture all shattered and collapsed, leaving it in ruins. Hill knew without a doubt that it must have been Terra's doing.
He sighed inwardly; it was better that cheap inn was gone. Poor Wendy, she'd finally seen her parents, and they'd probably never see each other again. He'd put his worries aside for now and go see the young female mages of the Magic Academy—a feast for the eyes, and perhaps a bit of inspiration for his new book.
As soon as he stepped into the corridor of the trial arena, a deafening roar of cheers and applause erupted from within, so loud it made his eardrums tingle slightly. Hill's eyes lit up; it seemed the female mages participating today were of exceptionally high quality, making his special trip worthwhile.
He squeezed through the crowd and barely found an empty seat on the side of the stands, quickly scanning the vast testing area below.
Then I saw a very conspicuous, familiar figure. A pricking sensation shot from my tailbone all the way to the top of my head.
That incredibly conspicuous, square figure that filled him with such a deep sense of unease suddenly appeared in the mage's arena!
Terra was standing in the middle of the track, firing paintballs wildly at a dummy target in the distance. The colorful paintballs kept hitting the target and making it tremble.
Wendy was standing next to him.
Hill's brain went blank for a moment, and she screamed inwardly. So it was the Cube Man who brought Wendy to participate in the Adventurer Test? No wonder they were here.
He suppressed his inner turmoil and hurriedly scanned the other competition areas. Sure enough, he saw the beautiful elf in the archer testing area.
The weapon the elf held was exactly the same as Terra's paintball gun.
No, wasn't she participating in the archery specialization test?
But looking at it, this thing is much more useful than a bow and arrow.
"It's okay, it's okay." Hill quickly reassured herself, forcing herself to remain calm as she looked at the packed stands. "There are so many people here, it's a sea of people, they definitely won't notice me in the corner."
Once he regained his composure, the artist's professional instincts instantly overwhelmed all fear. His gaze returned to the female mage beside Terra, dressed in revealing, decisive attire, and his eyes instantly became professional and stern.
"He even has abs? This kind of human figure is the hardest to draw."
Hill, as the artist, offered his evaluation from a professional perspective.
At that moment, he stood up...
His paintbrush.
He bent down and scribbled on the white paper, feeling an urge to draw this perfect physique as soon as he saw it.
The image was taking shape rapidly. Just as Hill was about to finish drawing, he subconsciously looked up and his gaze unexpectedly met Terra's on the track below.
Terra is looking this way.
Hill's bladder tingled, and he quickly moved to another spot, but Terra remained facing him.
No, she was looking at him!
Hill broke out in a cold sweat. Oh no! He'd been discovered! He wailed inwardly, his only thought being that once the test was over, he had to go down and say hello to avoid getting into trouble.
*
Inside the arena, a new round of involution has completely spiraled out of control.
All the female mages participating in the Magic Academy competition started to get worked up because of that beast Terra.
Although the adventurer test is not based on average scores, but rather on an absolute value that fluctuates within a certain range, no matter how good Terra's data is, it won't prevent them from obtaining the adventurer's certificate.
However, that only applies to the Adventurers' Guild. Many of the mages who come to participate are students about to graduate from the Magic Academy, which has a bottom-ranking elimination system for graduation.
They claimed to guarantee the quality of the products, and said that the students' abilities should be compared with those of the sorcerers in society.
Of course, even if you drop out and don't get any diploma, your student loan will still be deducted.
Conversely, if the mages rank in the top three in the final test, the Magic Academy will grant outstanding students many privileges.
For example, reducing a portion of your student loan won't mean that your ashes will be sold after you die to pay off your student loan.
This is why these female students dress so scantily, shamelessly selling their bodies to please the spirits.
Seeing the girls' intensified competition, the male mages present were forced into a corner and had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow suit.
One by one, they simply took off their upper robes, leaving only a pair of shorts, some of which were even made of gold.
The boys even showed off their deliberately trained muscles, puffing out their chests and flexing their muscles like bodybuilders, striking all sorts of flamboyant poses while making foul, muffled groans.
Many female spectators on stage waved flags and cheered.
There were also some male viewers.
In an instant, the entire testing area was a blinding white, as everyone fought with all their might to avoid being eliminated last and to preserve their ashes. Sparks even flew from the staffs.
It was truly a scene of vibrant life and flourishing creatures, a pristine and clean expanse of white.
Terra didn't understand why the surrounding NPCs had become like this, but she had to admit that the modeling details in this high-definition anthropomorphic texture pack were top-notch. There were also some anthropomorphic NPCs wearing only underwear; perhaps it was a bug where the modeling didn't load completely? She wondered if the creator of this texture pack had noticed this.
Terra hoped she hadn't noticed.
Little Tiffany, standing to the side, was already blushing furiously, standing there helplessly, both embarrassed and bewildered. Watching the male and female mages around her displaying their figures so freely and without restraint, she was utterly bewildered, feeling that these people lacked any aristocratic manners.
These guys have absolutely no manners! Shouldn't this kind of thing only be done at night when no one is around, or in a room with the lights off?
Do I have to take my clothes off too?
Or……
Little Tiffany had heard that some adventurer parties possessed idol-like qualities. Was this something they'd assess during the test? She stamped her foot in embarrassment. Why hadn't the two maids mentioned anything about it?!
I'm wearing... I'm wearing... a bear pattern today... how can I let anyone see that! Besides, I'm the next city lord! How can I let these unruly commoners see me like that!
"Hmph... No matter how much these guys try to show off their figures, they're no match for my beauty. It's all just a useless struggle."
She pouted, stealing glances at the men and women around her, clearly annoyed. She then commanded the two knights she had summoned, "Increase your attack speed!"
Wendy, who was with Tiffany, already knew that some mages would secretly take off their boots and deliberately wear several layers of socks, or wear black stockings, etc. Last time, a few mage sisters told her some ways to please the spirits.
To increase her chances of passing today, Wendy specially changed into a blue and white bowl, having heard that some spirits liked this style.
However, she had never seen a situation like today where someone would resort to any means necessary.