The Retired Hero is an Extra

Attacking them in parallel was surely a good tactic if one ignored that it left Jash vulnerable to any attacks and traps.

Thankfully, the two were too focused on defending and didn't have any time to attack Jash.

They didn't believe that the simple attacks would eliminate them, but after the long battle, such wounds had accumulated.

If not injuries, then bruises and internal injuries had already begun to form.

'Let's wrap this up,' Jash thought, looking at their response as well as the slight hint of nervousness on their faces.

Jash swiftly turned towards the golden-haired boy, who staggered back as the kick connected to his sword grip which struck his armor.

In the next second, Jash turned to face Amael who somehow managed to parry his punch while giving a bleeding injury at the same time.

'Tsk,' Jash clicked his tongue inwardly, retracting his left hand and shaking off the blood.

However, knowing there was no escape, he quickly regained his footing, rolled forward, and swung his sword in a wide arc.

"Argh," the golden-haired boy hadn't predicted the sudden counter as he had just swung his sword at Jash's head.

His calf had a slight deep cut, causing his lips to tremble in pain as the cut skin collapsed due to weight being put on it.

Of course, that came from Amael who had forced down his sword in that instant.

Unable to continue fighting, he was teleported out without a chance to show his trump card.

{What a fool!}

Amael's system chimed in at the protagonist's elimination, raining down Villain Points!

Anyone else would've been gleeful and forget their current situation, but it was Amael.

He immediately held his sword vertically, stopping an attack from Jash who didn't waste half a second.

Only, he wanted to eliminate Amael too before he could use his trump card.

After all, Jash had truly given his all despite the numerous injuries on his arms and several dents on his armor as well.

'Can't,' Jash thought, changing his mana circulation to the one from his past life, enhancing his strength by 10% all of a sudden.

The sudden increase in strength baffled Amael as Jash's sword pushed his back, forcing him to backstep and create distance.

'Not enough time,' Jash thought with clenched teeth, knowing the burden he was placing on his body to win this.

It was something he would never do yet he was doing just that.

Even if he did get that boost in strength, it wasn't for a long period of time and he was basically aggravating his injuries.

No matter, he was set to get that First Rank, secure the money and the Year Representative position.

"Can't believe you caught up," Amael said, initiating a conversation despite the situation.

However, Jash didn't reply, knowing it was a waste of time and he would get no information on why or how Amael changed.

'If it was the Amael I knew, he would've talked to me the moment we saw each other, not fight,' Jash thought in confusion.

However, he also knew that Amael was going easy on him in the beginning or there was no way the fight would last so long.

In fact, Amael was still holding back, talking to the system about what would net him more Villain Points.

If getting Rank 1 was beneficial, he would go for it, if not then so be it.

Amael placed any bets on himself because he anticipated something would go wrong, and it did indeed.

The protagonist was eliminated at Rank 3, a position with no credibility as no official rankings existed, based solely on the Entrance Test.

Their ranks would be decided based on a test after the Academy began, allowing someone to even take Rank 1 and the Year Representative Spot.

'System, do it fast, I don't think I can keep holding back for long,' Amael complained to the slow system, noticing Jash's aggressiveness.

{Hold on, Host...}

'What if he can't?' Amael asked, cursing at the system in his mind, which the system obviously read, but chose to ignore.

{Calculating...}

{Finished Calculating!}

Hearing the outcome from the system, Amael smiled and stopped holding back anything.

At that exact moment, Jash had also decided to end it.

'Just a few seconds,' he counted, checking up on his own condition and calculating the remaining time.

Amael saw Jash slashing down with his sword, and the force behind the attack snapped Amael's sword into two.

A surprised look appeared on his face as he hadn't expected it, but the sound of Jash's sword shattering stole his focus.

—Kshh

Before Amael could remove his hand from the hilt, he suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck rise.

{Danger!}

'Danger!' he thought at the same time as the system before the barrier activated and teleported him out.

Jash looked on with the horn in his hand, saying, "You really helped, huh?"

"Haha," a dry chuckle escaped his lips as it was finally over.

"I don't need to hold anymore, right?" he asked rhetorically as he collapsed on the floor with a groan, "Argh!"

Finally, as Jash stopped forcing his mana to follow the paths he wanted it to, blood started to leak from his nose.

His head felt like it was being hammered by countless people due to overusing his mental strength.

If one looked closely enough, they would see his hands bleeding as he forced his body to match others' strength.

The skin on his hands was somewhat torn while the same could be said about his arms after so many grazings.

He closed his eyes due to fatigue as a sudden line from his past life came to him, "The best way to predict the future is to create it."

Despite his situation the thought prompted a wry smile to appear at the corner of his lips.

Such an image was present on the screen, causing goosebumps to rise on the onlookers' skin.

Even if the victory was brought at the skin of his teeth, it was a victory nonetheless.

And it was obvious how much they cheered at the sight as the Entrance Test ran longer because of three.

The most disarray, however, was amongst the VIP rooms as they were well-aware of the notoriety of Brandon Ramille, the heir to the duchy.

And they had already seen that Caera Ramille was a rare Battlemage.

Then, there was Jash...

A man in one of the VIP rooms commented, "Another monster in the Ramille family—the future sure is ever changing."

Many nobles and people in power grew ever so slightly more cautious about the growing power of the Ramille Family.

Of course, it wasn't just their family they grew wary of, but many others whose children showed promise.

Simple, it depended on the person himself to see who would be a threat if they grew stronger.

What did it matter if a duchy grew strong when they were already beneath Counts?

That's why, only those who they interacted with, partnered with or competed with mattered.

Still, they knew better than to underestimate the ones who showed slightly worse performances.

After all, who knew what the future held and where the winds would blow?

—Ding!

A loud sound attracted the attention of everyone back to Rui as he announced, "The Entrance Test is finally over!!"

"We have both our Rank 1 from the male and female category!! But before that, let's have a better look at the female ones while the two recuperate."

"Urgh," the audience groaned, knowing nothing could match what they saw.

"I promise it will be worth it!" Rui yelled loudly, shocking the audience.

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