Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

The students immediately fell silent.

Magnus slowly lifted his head, his eyes settling on Daniel. The warmth that had been in his gaze moments ago was gone. In its place was a sharp, probing look filled with curiosity — and a faint trace of disbelief.

”Go to your seat, Mr. Dikson.”

For a moment, no one said a word.

Daniel quietly returned to his seat and sat down, his expression calm, as though the shattered pearl had nothing to do with him.

The girls sitting behind him kept stealing glances in his direction. Even some of the students on the nearby benches turned their heads, their eyes flickering with curiosity as whispers threatened to escape their lips.

Just then, the classroom door opened.

A worker hurried inside and approached Magnus.

”Master Magnus, Master Zeus is waiting for you. Please head outside with the students,” the worker said before quickly turning around and leaving.

...

Not long after, the entire class gathered outside the academy.

Students from the other classes had also assembled, filling the courtyard with voices and footsteps.

Soon, they began marching toward the Southern Barrier.

The three Masters rode at the front on tall white horses, their robes fluttering gently in the morning breeze. Behind them, several wagons rolled along the road, carrying some of the female students, while the male students walked on foot.

Warm sunlight poured over the road, casting long shadows beneath their feet.

The fresh morning air carried the scent of grass and damp earth, while the rhythmic clopping of horse hooves mixed with the chatter of dozens of young shamans.

Tristan, Jamson, and Kyle soon spotted Daniel walking among the crowd. They moved closer and began chatting with him, talking about random things to pass the time.

The journey continued.

*Step. Step. Step. Step.*

...

Step after step. The academy slowly disappeared behind them as the road stretched farther into the outskirts of the Mid-Citadel.

After nearly half an hour of walking, they finally reached a wide, flat stretch of land surrounded by dense trees.

The forest stood quietly on both sides of the road, its thick branches forming a natural wall of green. Birds occasionally flew between the trees, their chirp echoing through the morning air.

A narrow stone pathway stretched straight ahead, disappearing into the distance.

Several large signboards stood beside it.

[ DANGER. ]

[ BEYOND THIS POINT LIES THE YELLOW ZONE. ]

[ ENTRY WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION IS PROHIBITED. ]

The students slowed down as they approached.

Beyond the end of the pathway lay the Yellow Zone.

The land behind them was known as the Green Zone — the safe region protected by the Pilgrim Barrier. No monsters could spawn there, making it one of the safest areas around the kingdom.

But beyond it was an entirely different world.

The Aegis Barrier stretched across the land like an enormous invisible wall, its magical presence barely visible beneath the morning sunlight.

A faint earthy, coconut-like scent lingered in the air around it.

Within the Yellow Zone, monsters ranging from Tier One to Tier Three could spawn and survive.

And everyone knew one simple rule.

The higher the tier, the stronger the monster.

For some of the students, this was their first time standing so close to the Yellow Zone.

Excitement and nervousness spread through the group.

”Young shamans, be cautious,” Edwin called out, his voice carrying across the crowd. ”Do not venture farther than you can see. Stay within our sight, follow our instructions, and do not act recklessly.”

The students immediately became quieter.

At the front stood three Masters.

Magnus Crowley, the elderly instructor from the academy.

Edwin Norsh, another experienced teacher from the first floor.

And standing between them was the strongest of the three — Master Zeus Eiriksson.

Zeus stood tall beside his white horse, his eyes fixed on the distant Yellow Zone with a faint, nostalgic look in them.

At six feet five inches, his towering, muscular frame made him stand out even among the other Masters. He wore dark leather combat armor that covered his broad chest and shoulders, along with a weathered leather hat resting on his head.

Unlike the excited students behind him, his expression remained calm and serious.

He wasn’t here to teach them a simple lesson. He was here to make sure they survived their first encounter with real monsters.

Zeus turned around and looked at the young shamans behind him.

His gaze briefly swept across the crowd, examining a few students before his eyes finally landed on Daniel.

For a moment, he stared at him. Then he turned away and stepped down from his horse.

”Students, we’re going to set up the tents first,” he said as he turned toward the wagons. ”You three, and you two, come forward.”

Zeus selected five young shamans and instructed them to unload the tent materials from the wagons. Their task was to carry the supplies, assemble the frames, and set up three tents near the edge of the safe zone.

Daniel was among them.

Daniel glanced at the man from the corner of his eye before quietly whispering,

”Status.”

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Name: Zeus Eiriksson

Age: 59

HP: 65,000/65,000

Mana: 140,000/140,000

Description: Zeus is one of the highest-ranking Masters of Lightning element in the Royal Academy.

He has earned the trust of the higher authorities and maintains a close connection with the Royal Saints. Unknown to the public, he secretly works as an assassin for them.

For decades, Zeus has carefully maintained his public reputation as a respected Master while secretly pursuing a hidden objective — strengthening his connections with the Royal Saints and uncovering the secrets surrounding the Abyssal Babel.

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Daniel’s eyes remained locked on the description for a moment.

”Come on. Why are you stopping?” one of the students carrying a wooden pole and a hammer called out.

Daniel quickly dismissed the Status window and grabbed one of the tent materials.

While they piled the materials in a corner, Zeus carefully divided the students into teams of ten.

There were more than sixty students in total — twenty girls and the rest boys.

His plan was simple. Zeus wanted to give the young shamans a glimpse of the world beyond the safety of the kingdom — a world they would soon have to face for themselves.

This would be the best practical training they could receive. Much better than sitting through theory lessons or repeatedly striking training dummies.

”Okay, first, Master Magnus’s team will go,” Zeus announced.