Chapter 133: How the Week Unfolded and the bet.
Chapter 133: How the Week Unfolded and the bet.
A full week had officially passed since the grueling, high stakes combat exercise within the Restricted Area of the Aether Academy forest.
In that span of seven short days, the fifty elite students chosen to undergo the special training had all achieved a drastic, noticeable leap in their overall combat efficiency, physical attributes, and their understanding and usage of their affinity.
Surviving the dense, high tier monster territories, dodging environmental hazards, and pushing their mana pools to the absolute brink had forged them into far deadlier combatants than when they first entered the woods.
But under all that training stuff, the social setup and power dynamic among the top talent had completely flipped upside down.
Ever since that chaotic afternoon near the northern ridge—where the sky turned bright yellow from Lynx’s massive fire attack—Julian Frostborne and his entire crew had vanished from the public eye within the camp.
Julian, Kol, Mars, and James kept their heads down, actively steering clear of any path, training spot, or any place at all that Lynx or his girls happened to occupy.
The once arrogant "King of the Academy" was now a ghost, dead silent, super moody, and thoroughly traumatized by the brief encounter that had left his ribs shattered on the stone floor.
Even Peter Musk, who usually carried himself with an obnoxious, unearned sense of superiority, kept his mouth shut and his distance strictly maintained from Lynx and his girls.
And that whole situation completely destroyed Peter and Ava’s family relationship. Ava Musk’s hatred for her twin brother, Peter, had hardened into something absolute, cold, and permanent.
She could not comprehend... could not bring herself to ever forgive... the fact that Peter had actively conspired with Julian to bait an Upper Tier Level 5 Queen Acid Drake directly toward the ridge where she was resting, all to satisfy a petty, pathetic grudge against Lynx.
The betrayal ran down to her very marrow, dissolving any lingering familial affection she once held for him.
In its place stood an absolute, unwavering loyalty to Lynx, the man who had casually erased the threat with a single bare handed strike and shielded her from harm.
Meanwhile, the dynamic between Lynx and Ophelia had blossomed rapidly over the course of the week.
She was officially one of his girls now... or at least, as close to it as one could possibly get before crossing the final physical boundary.
While they hadn’t engaged in sex just yet, that thin veil was hanging by a thread.
Ophelia had grown deeply, almost helplessly attached to Lynx, utterly enchanted by his terrifying baseline power, the way he handled dangerous situations like they were nothing, and that transcendent, godlike charm that seemed to linger in the air wherever he walked.
More than that, Ophelia had integrated seamlessly into Lynx’s core circle alongside Ava, Kira, and Lira. She had developed an exceptionally tight bond with Lira in particular.
The two of them were practically glued at the hip throughout the latter half of the week, constantly whispering, sharing tactical tips, and quietly gushing over their shared adoration for Lynx.
Then, of course, there was the red hot secret burning behind closed doors between Lynx and Professor Rose.
Their private moments were super intense and happened all the time. Lynx was having sex with Professor Rose almost every single chance they got a little privacy away from the other teachers.
The fiery haired professor found herself utterly helpless against him... more like she simply could not stay away from his godly physical endurance and his hypnotic, overpowering presence.
Some days ago when they were on their secret routine, Lynx had casually dropped a mind blowing truth on her. He had told her that engaging in something like dual cultivation with him would actively make her stronger, transferring his raw physical and endless potential into her base attributes.
Rose had initially taken it as a ridiculously smooth line designed to coax her into bed, but with Lynx, the line between an exaggerated boast and factual reality simply did not exist. Everything he said or did with intention is real 100%.
Sure enough, after every single mind melting session they shared, Rose would wake up feeling her mana channels expanding, her physical fatigue instantly washed away, and her strength casually more stronger than it was the other day.
She then knew Lynx wasn’t bluffing. That subtle stat growth served as a nice 0.5% bonus incentive for her to keep coming back for more.
The remaining 99.5%? It was pure, unfiltered lust, a deep, blossoming love, an addiction to his transcendent charm, and an absolute obsession with his touch.
Lynx, being as sharp as always, still maintained total secrecy regarding his system. No one in this world was ever going to learn about the interface—not even Rose.
During one their quiet moments together, lying tangled in silk sheets in Rose tent after intense sessions, Lynx had shared his grand blueprints for the future.
His clear intention to completely dominate the upcoming academy tournament, officially claim the title of King of the Academy, and crush anyone who stood in his path as he expanded his influence beyond the school grounds.
Rose, completely captivated by his vision and thoroughly bound to him in heart and body, gave him her unconditional, absolute backing.
He had also properly introduced Rose to his growing harem. She was fully aware of every girl currently in his inner circle.
Far from holding any professional disdain or jealousy, Rose found herself genuinely liking the girls, particularly Lira.
Especially the way the usually timid Lira’s acted like a hyperactive, super obsessed fan whenever Lynx walked into the room was something Rose found endlessly endearing.
Mostly because, deep down, the stunning professor knew she acted like an equally obsessed fan whenever Lynx laid his hands on her waist.
As for the other Professors back at the main camp, not a single professor uttered a word regarding the brutal thrashing Lynx had delivered to Julian’s squad.
The academy professors were fully aware of how ridiculous and baffling Lynx’s combat stats were, and they knew Julian was smart enough not to poke a sleeping dragon a second time after barely escaping with his life.
The professors collectively agreed to look the other way, maintaining complete radio silence on the matter right up until the training period concluded and they packed up camp.
If Lynx had a single minor complaint about how the week had unfolded, it was that he hadn’t managed to find a window of opportunity to fully slide his way into Eleanor Haleborn’s personal circle.
Eleanor, the undisputed Queen of the Academy, plus her squad of escorts—Layla, Iris, Rhea, and Nadia—were definitely girls Lynx planned to get eventually.
However, his schedule over the past seven days had been packed to absolute capacity.
When he wasn’t guiding his girls and helping them slay the difficult and upper tier monsters in the Academy Forest Restricted Area, he was buried balls deep inside Professor Rose.
Not that he was complaining in the slightest. Honestly the grind off paid off huge.
The Restricted Area had served as an incredible goldmine, a non stop point farming paradise.
The Restricted forest floor and mountain paths were crawling with Level 4 beasts, accompanied by a steady stream of Level 5 apex threats. The upper tiers.
Clearing out those monster dens gave Ava, Kira, Lira, and Ophelia amazing real-combat practice, while Lynx personally flattened any upper tier anomalies that threatened to overwhelm them.
Between the non stop slaughter of high level beasts, saving random student teams from Level 5 beast ambushes, and all those sweet intense power generating sessions with Rose, his APS point total had been climbing at a dizzying pace.
Now, it was Saturday night. The forest training exercise had officially concluded, and the students had been transported back to the main academy grounds.
Lynx was currently relaxing inside his massive, ultra luxurious VIP suite in Year 3 boys building.
Lying across his grand, king sized bed were Ophelia, Lira, and Ava.
Earlier this morning and stretching into the late afternoon, Lynx women... Kira, Emily, Ava, Eira, Lira, and Ophelia... had locked themselves inside Kira’s private room for a secret gathering.
They had intentionally excluded Lynx, offering only mysterious, playful smirks when he asked, claiming it was strictly a "girl bonding time."
Lynx, was way too smart to be fooled by that nonsense talk. He knew precisely what was going down. They were doing a private high stake competition.
The six of them had held a private bet, where the top three winners got the ultimate prize. Which is Spending Saturday night in Lynx’s bed and having him all to themselves.
Suggested by Lira and Kira and Emily.