Free Web NovelChapter 104: Into The Martial World
"There is a strict dimensional protocol regarding your practical classes," Madam Alfoy continued, gesturing toward the swirling red and blue portals. "You cannot take any of your personal belongings into the Martial World or the Spire of Magus. Your mechanical broadcasting owls are the only permitted companions. No outside weapons, no artifacts, and absolutely no external currency of any forms."
Students immediately began whispering among themselves. A few nobles gripped their custom-forged swords tightly and ground their teeth.
Madam Alfoy struck the wooden podium with her knuckles. "These laws are enforced directly by the governing bodies of those respective realms. Introducing external high-tier weaponry completely ruins their local economy. Allowing foreign magical items to circulate freely causes severe cross-dimensional contamination. Furthermore, you are forbidden from bringing any local items back to the academy grounds from those worlds."
She gestured dismissively toward the complaining students. "You are traveling to these realms strictly to learn and master new techniques. The Sect and instructors will provide you with all the necessary training gear and basic equipment upon your arrival. If a student absolutely requires a specific item from the outside world, they must formally consult the Grandmaster and secure his direct administrative permission."
Solomon tightened his grip on his forearms. He glanced down at the massive executioner’s sword strapped securely to his back. He had risked his life to claim Eden’s Penance from the ancient knight.
The divine steel still actively rejected his touch due to his lack of holy blood, forcing him to overpower the electrical resistance just to hold the hilt. Leaving an S-Rank holy relic completely unattended in a shared dormitory sounded like a terrible idea.
The translucent blue screen hovering near his shoulder immediately lit up with scrolling text. His viewers had already connected the dots.
[LazyCat: well that sucks. you literally just got a legendary drop and now you can’t even use it for class.]
[GamerGuy: bro is going to have to punch his way through the martial world too lmao.] frёeωebɳovel.com
[BloodKnight: A true warrior relies entirely on their foundation. The Martial World will hone your skills regardless of the blade in your hand.]
[User12: imagine leaving a holy sword in a shared room. someone is totally going to steal it.]
"I know, right?" Solomon sighed. "There are already a few disgusting greedy little goblins eyeing for it."
Solomon swiped the chat away and looked toward the elevated faculty platform. He needed to figure out a way to get the Grandmaster’s approval.
The old man had allowed him to bypass the registration bureaucracy by accepting his broadcast footage as an exam. He hoped the administrator would be equally flexible regarding a holy relic.
Thousands of students formed massive lines winding across the outdoor pavilion. Solomon shifted his weight from one boot to the other while keeping a firm grip on the enormous executioner’s sword resting against his shoulder.
He wanted to march straight up to the wooden podium and demand answers from the academy head. Cutting ahead of several hundred impatient first-years invited completely unnecessary conflicts.
He simply checked his floating stream interface to pass the time while the queue inched forward.
[LazyCat: this line is taking forever lol.]
[GamerGuy: just push them out of the way Solo Man!]
[GoonLord: DO NOT START A FIGHT BEFORE CLASS EVEN BEGINS!]
[BloodKnight: Discipline is the first lesson of any martial path. Waiting builds character.]
The crowd gradually thinned out as students finalized their specific destinations and stepped into their chosen glowing portals. Solomon finally reached the elevated faculty platform. He walked up the stone steps and stopped directly in front of the Grandmaster’s podium.
Madam Alfoy stood a few paces away, instructing a group of aspiring mages, leaving the academy head completely unoccupied.
"I need administrative permission to bring my weapon into the Martial World," Solomon stated, tapping the thick pristine steel of his greatsword. "Madam Alfoy mentioned I needed your direct approval to bypass the local equipment restrictions."
The elderly man looked at the towering blade before shifting his gaze to the boy’s face. He nodded once. "You have my permission. Take the weapon with you."
Solomon narrowed his eyes. He fully anticipated a complicated bureaucratic argument or a lengthy lecture about breaking dimensional economies.
The lack of disapproval and instant acceptance triggered a sharp spike of suspicion in his mind. He leaned closer to the wooden stand.
"Is there some kind of massive Church influence hiding inside the Martial World?" Solomon asked. "Are you sending me into a trap?"
The Grandmaster let out a brief, cryptic chuckle. "You will find out exactly what awaits you when you go there." He gestured toward the swirling crimson portal at the edge of the pavilion. "Do not keep your new instructors waiting."
Solomon scowled at the dismissive response. He turned his back on the podium and walked purposefully toward the towering red gateway. The magical vortex rippled with intense crimson energy. He gripped his hilt tightly, adjusted his academy uniform, and stepped directly into the light.
The pavilion vanished entirely. A blinding white space engulfed his vision. A translucent blue system screen immediately popped up in front of his face, completely blocking his path forward.
[System Prompt: Welcome to the Martial World Transit Hub.]
[Please complete the mandatory entry questionnaire to determine your starting province.]
[Question 1: Do you pursue strength to conquer the heavens, protect the weak, or seek absolute immortality?]
Solomon stared at the floating text. He tapped the glowing interface. "I pursue strength to survive and do whatever I want."
[Answer Logged. Question 2: Which weapon defines your martial heart?]
"Greatsword," Solomon answered aloud, hefting the divine relic on his shoulder. "But anything works."
[Answer Logged. Question 3: Will you swear allegiance to a righteous sect or walk the solitary path of a rogue cultivator?]
"Solitary," he replied instantly. "I am absolutely never joining some restrictive cult. "
[Questionnaire Complete. Calculating optimal entry coordinates...]
[Destination Selected: Azure Dragon Province, Tianfeng City. ]
[Warning: Local spiritual energy detected. Generating translation and basic cultivation protocols.]
The white void fractured into thousands of crystalline shards. Solomon blinked as vibrant sunlight washed over his face.
He found himself standing on a wide dirt road leading toward a massive, towering gatehouse. Giant wooden banners hung from the curved roof, displaying intricate golden calligraphy. Crowds of people wearing flowing robes and carrying curved sabers bustled past him. Stalls lined the dirt path, where merchants shouted loudly to advertise spirit herbs and polished jade pendants.
A massive stone tablet resting near the entrance boldly displayed the name Tianfeng City.
The mechanical owl fluttered out of the portal a second later and hovered faithfully by his shoulder. The chat immediately reacted to the drastic change in scenery.
[GamerGuy: NEW ZONE UNLOCKED!]
[User12: look at the architecture. we are in a full cultivation world now.]
[LazyCat: bro is about to learn some crazy kung fu.]
[BloodKnight: Tianfeng City is a bustling hub. Keep your guard up, Solomon. Cultivators are incredibly ruthless.]
Solomon stepped off the dirt path to avoid a passing wooden carriage pulled by two massive, scaled beasts.
He observed the bustling cultivators moving around him. Some rode majestic flying swords, while others hopped casually across the towering rooftops.
The entire city radiated intense martial energy. He tightened his grip on his greatsword and started walking toward the main gates, completely ready to begin his first class.
