Inertia: Beneath The Starlit Veil Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Totem Games Pt. 8

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Chapter 120: Totem Games Pt. 8 A note from KenKaizen Mage Unexpected : The System Rolled A One [Isekai, LitRPG, REWRITE] When the choices are limited, the information lacking, and the drinks expensive, it's time to go a questing! Finn was on track to follow his dad into the diplomatic corps. He wanted to be an unsung hero who made the world a safer place. All that fell apart when his dad succumbed to cancer. Finn’s grades plunged, and interest in that life waned. Just when he thought things were starting to look up, Finn woke up in a fantasy world run by a sapient System with no memories of how he got there. Trapped alongside thousands of other outsiders and with no understanding of magic, Finn decides his only hope of getting home is helping the System to come fully online. Finn’s first task: To track down a beast of legend long thought dead. To succeed, he’ll have to become the type of man he never wanted to be. A weapon. A monster. A Mage. What to Expect: - Brutal, low-guidance fantasy world - Violence, blood, and morally gray choices - A broken, unreliable System - Weak-to-strong character progression - Found Family - Gods, demons, and something older in the dark Head Master Naga The field exam was always something the teachers and I looked forward to. I loved seeing how the students think and comport themselves in high-stress environments. Some show signs of genius early on, while others need a bit more motivation. This year, I had the idea of something different. I invited the top twenty guilds in the world to watch. An opportunity most would never get, and one that allowed me to learn what they appreciated and what they criticized in the students. Walking through a sliding door, I entered a dark room with monitors plastered all over the walls. Each monitor is connected to a single student. At the center of the room was a large round table big enough for thirty people. My entrance cut the tension like a hot knife through butter. The room was a microcosm of the world; clans that hated one another, forced to remain in a confined space for hours on end. I could tell it made my staff uneasy. Taking a glance at the surroundings, I noticed that some of the representatives of the guilds were not the leaders, but their second in command. With a small exhale, I greeted everyone. “Welcome, my esteemed guests. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedules to have a look at our new crop of students. Let's get right into it. Which students have caught your interest?” “I think when I say this, I speak for all of us. Stravos looks to be a step above the rest. His battle acumen, his poise, and his leadership. All are positive traits a guild would want in a leader of Rift Runners." The woman said, her vermillion hair framing her pale face, her cold grey eyes locking onto mine as if peering straight into my soul. “Of course, a member of the Blade Wardens would say that, didn't you train the boy?” A man with a scar running across his face shot back, representative of the Crimson Scale guild. Her fist slamming on the table, “Well then, who else even looks close to his level. Because Stravos has posted the highest entrance exams and shown mastery of his cosmic energy that frankly no other student has.” The members of the Crimson Scale Guild just chuckled. He tapped his tablet several times, and the monitors shifted. “Stravos does look formidable. But that is to be expected of him, after all, he is the Prince of War. This plays to all his strengths. I, on the other hand, am taking a broader approach,” he said as the screen showed a few kids from the Zmei clan, one from the Morphaelis, and two Brontarions– Jace and Sora. “Despite his attitude, Jace has one of the highest reserves of cosmic energy I have ever seen for someone at that stage. I can understand the intrigue, but he doesn't have the work ethic to advance further than that.” A man wearing an all-black combat suit, a representative of the Black Anvil said. A wide grin linge