The World of Deities

Chapter 96: My Peace

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Carlos shrank his neck, his lips trembling slightly. He couldn’t say a single word.

“Su Ye, could it be that you’ve given up on peace and amicability?”

Cromwell voice rang out once more.

Su Ye raised his head to look at the highest seats. He looked towards the brown-shelled egg sprinkled with white sugar and then started to laugh.

“You can only become a legendary master if you use the status of a legendary master to demand so for yourself.”

Cromwell was stunned.

The other two saint-level masters and some of the gold-level magicians were deep in thought.

And right at this moment, a large chair abruptly shouted, “Silence!”

Everyone stared at the large chair in surprise, not knowing what had possessed it to do such a thing.

They saw it suddenly jump onto the table, and on the back of the chair appeared a large pair of red lips that was about a foot long.

Many of the older magicians hurriedly stood up.

The three saint-level masters followed suit and got on their feet as well.

The teachers and senior students, seemingly having realized something, all stood with great deference.

Slowly folding its two arms up, the big chair used all its energy to face backwards and straighten itself out. The sight resembled a fierce butler who had run to the countryside to collect rent.

“Ahem. I announce this on behalf of omniscient Master Plato, the most benevolent, magnificent, powerful, intelligent, merciful, humble, handsome, and majestic man—he alone who possesses the right to sit on me. Master Plato has used the legendary domain to verify Su Ye’s Feynman technique and study the pyramid. The results were excellent. Moreover, with his identity as the first speaker, the first examiner, and the legendary master, he has recommended student Su Ye’s new theory. Alright, that’s all. Everyone sit down.”

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Proud of itself, the large chair jumped back and withdrew its large red lips. Its posture seemed to be even more lax than before, though.

There was complete silence inside and outside the meeting hall.

Everyone looked at Su Ye, Carlos, Cromwell, and then again at Su Ye…

Carlos’ hands, as if they had been struck by a chain of lightning bolts, shook incessantly.

His face was whiter than even that of a plaster statue.

His entire body was drenched, and his long robe stuck tightly to his back. His spine was like a dry riverbed, both of whose sides were oozing with mud.

Cromwell’s face had completely lost its smile.

Plato had recommended Su Ye’s theory before the arbitration meeting had ended. What was the meaning of this!

Even though Plato had saved face for Cromwell and did not use his identity as the first examiner to directly pass Su Ye’s theory, it was enough to leave a burning mark on Cromwell’s face.

It was only then that everyone realized the true purpose of the big chair appearing here.

A smug smile briefly flashed across Ni De’en’s face.

The students of class three heaved a sigh of relief.

There was something special in the way they looked at Carlos.

If it was more so sympathy just prior, then it was more so suspicion and disgust now.

No one knew what exactly happened, but since Master Plato had appeared to confirm Su Ye, it almost meant that he had ruled that Su Ye was the real founder.

The same thought popped into almost everyone’s head.

Had Master Plato already found out that Carlos had framed Su Ye?

Then, they all looked at Cromwell.

In terms of power, Cromwell was no less than an ordinary legend.

However, Plato was not an ordinary legend.

Plato was an existence that even the demigod family and Areopagus feared.

Every experienced warrior knew;

As long as legendary mages were given enough time to prepare, they could slay heroes and kill demigods.

Among the nobles, there was a taboo legend.

Socrates died because he slaughtered gods.

On the day of the fall of Socrates, rain fell on all nations, and rosy blood filled the sky.

Every mage knew that Plato’s talent was above Socrates’.

Cromwell held the evergreen scepter in his hand, and his gaze fell on the ground below.

Carlos was also looking at the ground.

Su Ye regained his calm, he looked at Carlos and said, “As a magician, I, Su Ye, will never forgive you! Either you confess your crimes right now, or I will report it to the Congress of Magic and send out law enforcers to investigate. Everything will be exposed one by one and placed in front of the entire school. Let your fear become a reality!”

Carlos raised his head and looked at Su Ye with pleading eyes. If it were possible, he was willing to kneel down with every eyelash, with everything except his knees bent.

Su Ye slowly said, “This is my peace.”

Carlos’ body shook and he stared wide-eyed at Su Ye.

The other students also looked at Su Ye in shock. They did not expect a second-year student to say such words.

Carlos’ peace was not peace.

Cromwell’s peace was not peace.

What peace really was, was one’s own peace!

The way those senior students looked at Su Ye changed, and they got to know him once again.

Almost everyone realized that Su Ye was not someone who talks and laughs merrily in the competition between the two schools, nor was he someone who relied on deep thinking ability to best Carlos. They realized he was a strong person.

A strong person of low status, of a very young age, and with a very weak body.

Su Ye could define his own world.

And in the hearts of a great deal of teachers and students, an uncontrollable envy suddenly rose.

Many people, throughout their entire lives, could not compare to this sentence.

Carlos raised his head and looked at Cromwell with an imploring gaze.

Cromwell did not utter a word.

At this moment, the earth shook.

Everyone shook slightly, but the meeting hall did not move at all. Not even a speck of dust fell out of place.

“An earthquake…”

Earthquakes were very frequent in the Greek peninsula.

However, not only did everyone not panic, they even looked relieved.

If it were anywhere else, an earthquake might have been a disaster. However, in Plato’s Academy, even an earthquake couldn’t hurt the students in the slightest.

Because there were two legendary masters protecting them.

“No! Look at the Acropolis!”

A few noticed the change from in the corner of their eyes.

Everyone turned to look at the Acropolis on the knoll in the center of Athens.

“That’s…”

“Oh my God…”

“Could it be…”

The faces of all the teachers and students outside the meeting hall were filled with unrelenting astonishment.

The three saint-level masters looked at each other, and strange looks grew on their faces. Cromwell tapped his evergreen scepter to the ground, and a two-meter-tall, oval-shaped, blue door of light appeared in the highest seats.

At the same time, the same blue door of light appeared in an empty space outside the assembly hall.

A teleportation door.

The three masters walked through the grass outside the assembly hall, looking in the direction of the Acropolis.

The three Masters’ eyes glassed over.

The ground was still trembling slightly.

When the other teachers in the assembly hall saw that even those two masters had left, they immediately ran out to see what was going on.

Su Ye also rushed to the door and stood between He Dun and Palos, looking in the direction of the city.

Su Ye was dumbstruck.

The 500-meter-tall statue of Athena that originally faced the east and looked at the back of the statue of Zeus was now gradually rotating.

The rotation of the statue of Athena caused an earthquake in Athens.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, held Zeus’ Holy Shield as it rested on the ground in her left hand, and held the Spear of War that broke through the clouds in her right. On her left shoulder stood the consecrated goddess of victory, who held a scepter and a wreath in her hands.

Her eyes looked far away at the sky.

Such an enormous statue was slowly spinning around.

It was as if the mountains were moving and the sky falling.

The entire city shook.