Live Streaming Academy

Chapter 102: The Academy’s Statement

The massive oak doors of the Grandmaster’s office slammed open. A breathless staff member rushed across the carpeted floor. He clutched a glowing crystal tablet securely against his chest.

"Grandmaster, we have an urgent situation!" The attendant raised the tablet.

He abruptly stopped. The large leather chair behind the oak desk sat completely empty. The attendant turned around to leave and alert the hallway guards. Suddenly, a pair of legs sticking out from behind the velvet couch caught his attention.

He walked around the furniture and stared down at the floor. Professor Balzac lay sprawled across the rug, wearing his silk sleeping mask and tightly hugging a wrinkled pillow.

The attendant dropped to one knee and shook the man’s shoulder. "Professor Balzac, wake up. Where did the Grandmaster go?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Balzac groaned loudly and pulled the sleeping mask up to his forehead. He blinked at the bright crystal chandelier above and scratched his messy hair. "I have absolutely no idea."

"Did he say anything before he left the office?" the attendant pressed, waving the glowing tablet.

Balzac yawned widely and stretched his arms. "He was spouting something about schedules and paperwork. I simply assumed he was muttering to himself like he usually does, so I completely ignored him and went back to sleep."

A sharp screech echoed from the corner of the room. The scaled falcon perched on the bronze stand ruffled its feathers and turned its head toward the couch.

"What exactly is the emergency?" the bird asked.

The Grandmaster’s voice projected perfectly from the falcon’s beak. The attendant scrambled to his feet and bowed respectfully toward the pet.

"It is regarding the first-year student, Solomon," the attendant explained quickly. "He openly insulted the Dungeon Regulatory Bureau and the Adventurer Association during his live broadcast. They are currently calling our communication crystals, demanding an immediate explanation and a formal statement from the academy."

The scaled falcon tilted its head.

"I am currently busy preparing for the first-year assembly," the Grandmaster replied through the bird. The falcon snapped its beak and glared directly at the professor on the floor. "Why are you still sleeping in my office, Balzac?"

Balzac pushed himself into a sitting position and tossed the wrinkled pillow onto the couch. "You constantly drag me out of my bed and summon me here. I finally decided to just sleep on your floor so you stop interrupting my commute."

"You are completely ridiculous," the Grandmaster scoffed through the falcon. "I grant you full administrative permission to make the formal statement on behalf of the academy."

Balzac’s eyes widened to their absolute limits. "Are you out of your mind? I absolutely refuse to deal with those bureaucrats!"

"Get the statement finished and get ready for the assembly immediately," the Grandmaster ordered.

The scaled falcon tucked its head under its wing, instantly cutting the magical connection.

Balzac threw his hands up in protest. "I am going to expel that silver-haired menace the moment I see him!" he yelled at the ceiling. "I despise working here!"

The attendant shoved the glowing crystal tablet directly into Balzac’s chest. Grunting in annoyance, the professor snatched the device and glared at the blinking notification icon. The Dungeon Regulatory Bureau demanded an immediate public apology regarding Solomon’s viral broadcast.

"You made a mistake handing me this task, Grandmaster," Balzac grinned.

Tapping the glass screen, Balzac opened the academy’s official communication channel. His fingers danced across the runic keyboard. He formulated the most bureaucratic, insincere string of words he could conjure.

[ The Live Streaming Academy acknowledges the recently circulated footage involving one of our first-year students. The administration strictly does not condone any inflammatory remarks directed at the Dungeon Regulatory Bureau or the global Adventurer Association. We explicitly distance ourselves from the student’s personal opinions. The academy takes absolutely no credit for his statements, and his views possess zero correlation with our official institutional values. ]

Pausing his typing to scratch his messy hair, Balzac smirked and continued tapping the glass.

[ Furthermore, the Live Streaming Academy strictly upholds the fundamental principles of freedom of speech. Our internal charter prohibits us from enacting disciplinary measures against students for their personal broadcasts. We cannot penalize the boy for simply speaking his mind. Therefore, no internal action will occur. If the affected parties feel genuinely slighted and require a formal apology, the regional directors are cordially invited to visit our campus. They may confront the student and demand an apology themselves. The academy guarantees complete non-interference during that exchange. ]

A quick press of the publish button sent the document away. The official seal of the academy stamped itself over the text before the message beamed out to the global network.

Reading the sent document over the professor’s shoulder, the attendant let his jaw drop completely open. The statement practically invited the government officials to trespass on school grounds while blatantly mocking their authority.

Tossing the crystal tablet back into the attendant’s hands, Balzac adjusted his wrinkled coat. He pulled his silk sleeping mask up to rest perfectly on his forehead and walked out of the office. He navigated the polished marble corridors, heading straight toward the central campus grounds.

Thousands of first-year students filled the massive open courtyard. They gathered together by their assigned houses, chatting loudly about their initial dungeon runs and newly acquired stream followers.

The crystal chandeliers illuminating the outdoor pavilion cast bright light over the sea of faces.

Bypassing the cheering crowds, Balzac climbed the stone steps leading to the elevated faculty platform. The rest of the first-year professors already stood in a neat row behind a tall wooden podium.

Professor Guts crossed his arms and glared at the late arrival. Professor Kent simply adjusted his spectacles and looked back out at the student body. Ignoring his colleagues entirely, Balzac found an empty spot near the edge of the stage and leaned his weight against a decorative marble pillar.

The chaotic chatter of the thousands of students abruptly ceased. Total silence swept over the vast courtyard.

The Grandmaster emerged from the shadows of the side corridor and walked gracefully toward the center of the platform. He stepped behind the wooden podium and looked down at the newly enrolled generation.

He tapped a glowing crystal embedded in the wood to project his voice across the massive pavilion.

"Today, your first class session will start."