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"I can\'t determine what happened at this moment, why Samantha stopped running and lost all of her stacks, but I believe Anon is somehow involved," Seraphina added, voicing her opinion.

Seti\'s face twisted in confusion as she stared at the screen, her expression turning grim. She turned to Jake, seeking an explanation.

"What happened? Why did she stop running?" she questioned.

Jake, still in shock from the unfolding events, erupted in frustration.

"What the fuck! How is that even possible?" he exclaimed.

Seti and the noble students standing nearby quickly distanced themselves from Jake, leaving Frank, who maintained a calm demeanor.

"What\'s happening now?" Frank nonchalantly inquired, his earlier premonition proving correct.

\'I knew it. You can defeat anyone but Anon. No way,\' Frank thought, eyeing Jake.

Jake glared at Frank, his face filled with anger.

"That motherfucker used a purge skill!" Jake shouted.

The words echoed in everyone\'s ears, leaving them stunned.

"A purge skill? What are you saying?"

"Purgers are incredibly rare, right?"

"So, he was a purger. Now I understand how he won the first round."

"How?"

"Purgers possess god-like support abilities, defeating them in a race like this is a mere joke. He must have been utilizing support abilities to run, explaining how he raced on water and leaped over the valley effortlessly," a teacher explained, shedding light on the matter.

"What about the sirens, sir?" a student inquired.

"Well, I don\'t know," the teacher casually replied.

The revelation that Anon was a purger sparked discussions among the students.

"He is not a purger," Letti interjected.

"How do you know?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

"How can you possibly know?"

The noble students began arguing amongst themselves.

"Here, check this," Letti said, tossing a crystal ball towards the noble students.

One of the noble students caught the crystal ball and examined it closely. Words started forming inside the crystal ball.

[Name: Anon Agreil]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Mage]

"What is this?" a noble student asked, perplexed.

"This is a class test ball. It indicates that Anon\'s class is mage," another student replied.

The class test ball was a crystal ball primarily used to detect a student\'s race. Sometimes, demons would disguise themselves and infiltrate the academy, causing trouble. The crystal ball served as a secondary security measure, ensuring accurate identification.

The crystal ball\'s results were infallible, almost impossible to manipulate. However, Anon had found a way.

When Anon infused his mana into the crystal ball, he employed the illusion skill. Once inside, his mana became trapped within the crystal ball, creating a permanent and incredible illusion.

"Show me," Jake demanded, snatching the test ball from the noble student and inspecting it closely. However, he found nothing to support his claims.

"If he is a mage, then he cannot use purge. Meaning, he didn\'t do anything," Jake concluded.

"Yes, this commoner has gone mad."

"Haha! He\'s already losing his mind. What if Anon really won this race?"

The commoners burst into laughter.

"Who said that? Who said I am crazy? Say it to my face, motherfucker!" Anger consumed Jake, leading him to lash out at the commoners.

This was the worst possible display a 7-star noble could present.

"Jake, calm down. You are tarnishing our reputation," Seti intervened, grasping his shoulders.

"Damn it, how are you doing this?" Jake asked, seething with anger as he stared at Anon.

"I didn\'t do anything to you. I don\'t know why you stopped running, but you better start again because this time, I won\'t be waiting like I did at the starting line," Anon spoke, pointing in the opposite direction to show Samantha the way.

"There\'s no point in running now. But I can render you unable to run, can\'t I?" Samantha taunted, letting out a chilling laugh.

"Oh, are we going to fight?" Anon replied, his smile mocking.

"No, I\'m just going to destroy you, commoner. Killing you would lead to my suspension from the academy, but making you physically disabled would be fair game, right?" Samantha\'s voice carried a psychopathic edge.

"Fuck, my sister is losing control. Can Anon fight back?" Jake turned to Letti for answers.

"Why?" Letti questioned.

"She\'s going to hurt him. Can he dodge attacks? I don\'t want my sister to get suspended from the academy before she even begins her studies," Jake expressed his concerns, his face filled with worry.

Letti started contemplating something.

\'Can Anon fight back? He\'s good at sports, but he\'s been running for the past hour and thirty minutes. He must be exhausted. Can he even dodge her attacks? Damn it, if something happens to him, I won\'t be able to forgive myself,\' Letti pondered, tension covering her face.

Hoot-Hoot

An owl messenger descended from the air and perched on Jake\'s shoulder.

"A message from mom?" Jake muttered as he unraveled the small strip of paper wrapped around the owl\'s leg and began reading it.

A grim expression appeared on Jake\'s face.

"What happened?" Seti asked, feeling a chill run down her spine. Nothing was going as planned for Samantha, and she would now have to provide two more mana contracts to Letti if Anon won this round.

"We have to stop her," Jake declared, dashing toward the transportation portal room without offering any explanation.

Seti and Frank followed him without questioning his actions.

Witch House... 7th Ring.

"Ma\'am, something very wrong has occurred," Shelly hurriedly entered Marinda\'s room.

Marinda sat at her table, engrossed in her documents.

"What now, Shelly?" Marinda dismissed her with minimal attention, still focused on the papers.

"Ma\'am, you should take a look at this," Shelly urged, handing Marinda a screen displaying the live broadcast of the Kingdom Night Run.

"Not this again... I have more important work to—wait, is that Samantha attacking Anon?" Marinda interrupted herself, abandoning everything to focus on the screen.

"Yes, ma\'am."

"Damn it! How useless can that girl be? Didn\'t my message reach her?" Marinda exclaimed in frustration.

"Ma\'am, I believe our message arrived too late, and Young Master Jake received it."

"Fuck."