Chapter 37: Panic

"A fifth-level berserker with mastery in axe techniques?"

The black-haired girl's face was full of sympathy: "Oh dear, this classmate Andre's luck is really terrible."

The magic swordsman, called a magic swordsman in ancient times, was a profession that mastered both magic and close combat skills. However, studying both meant that one might not be proficient in either. Although one could use the combination of magic and close combat to compete with or even suppress magic-using professions of the same level, once they encountered an extreme existence like a berserker, magic swordsmen were usually completely countered.

To this day, the win rate of magic swordsmen against berserkers has never exceeded 5%. Moreover, there was a gap of two ranks between them.

"So, there's no hope at all now."

Louise looked dejected and listless, completely drained of energy: "I've let you and Lina down."

"It's okay, Louise. You know I don't care much about this aspect; I don't necessarily have to participate in the fighting tournament. At worst, I'll just come back next semester. If I can't join the spring team competition, I can always do it next summer, right? We'll work hard together then."

The black-haired girl smiled nonchalantly, but her eyes showed dissatisfaction: "But I'm concerned about that Hancock, Louise. You know he's not a good person, so why not get rid of him once and for all? Why let him harm students in your academy?"

"I knew you'd say that."

Louise smoothed her long hair: "It's not that I can't deal with him, but I'm worried about the various troubles that would arise after dealing with him. Angela, Linden Academy is different from Star Pulse. Although it's a private academy, it also receives government funding and must undertake compulsory education for the seven nearby blocks every year. This was the self-rescue method Linden Academy adopted thirty-five years ago to avoid that economic crisis. This is also a common problem in most public academies, Angela. The lives of the lower class in America are different from the world we live in."

"So?"

The black-haired girl looked at Louise with pure eyes: "I don't think that should be a reason to tolerate crime."

Louise didn't answer but instead pointed to several tall buildings nearby: "See those buildings over there? That's a black public housing project called Martin District. After World War II, due to the extremely strict racial laws enforced in the southern states of America, those blacks who had lived in the southern countryside for generations had to leave their hometowns and go to big cities to find work. The Atlanta government built a batch of new public housing to accommodate them. Yes, unlike the two-story townhouse-style public housing you've seen before, which is exclusive to us whites, these buildings, though they look grand and tall, each room is less than thirty square meters. Just these few buildings are packed with sixty-five thousand people. The government's original intention was to facilitate centralized control, but in the end, these public housing buildings became fortresses controlled by gangs. They only need to monitor the corridors and exits to control the entire building and hide guns and drugs inside. Gangs like Blood Fang, Black Prison Skull, and Storm Angel in the South City almost all control several black neighborhoods."

The black-haired girl listened intently; these were things she had never known before.

"Then there's Atlanta's welfare policy. In these black public housing projects, over ninety percent of households rely on government welfare to live. But the government stipulates that welfare benefits are only given to single mothers raising children. The government even regularly sends civil servants to investigate to ensure there is no 'father' in the family. Can you imagine the consequences? This prompts black men to abandon their wives and children, and women to be promiscuous. They want to have children because the more they have, the more welfare benefits they get. But what kind of psychological state will children raised in such families have?"

At this point, Louise smiled helplessly at the black-haired girl: "So, if I eliminate Hancock, do you know what the consequences would be?"

"I can probably guess."

The black-haired girl seemed thoughtful: "You mentioned earlier that you're worried about causing bigger trouble?"

"You're very smart, Angela."

Louise nodded lightly: "Hancock is indeed vicious, but he's also a qualified fierce wolf. But if this fierce wolf is gone, compared to previous years, Linden Academy is relatively peaceful now."

"There's that much?"

The black-haired girl was somewhat shocked, almost murmuring: "I never knew about these things; I've never seen them in newspapers or current affairs news—"

"How could such things be reported?"

Louise let out a laugh, pinching the delicate skin of the girl beside her: "Since you've come out, take a look around and learn. This world is far more complex than you imagine, and there is no absolute distinction between good and evil. Angela, since you no longer plan to stay in the castle as an innocent princess, there are some things you must understand."

...

——Outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!

Li Mochen panicked and put a necklace that was on the bedside around his neck. As the cool sensation came from the 'Ice Blood Stone' on his chest, he calmed down a little.

This was wrong; it was probably the inner demon acting up again.

Then he cast a cold glance at the sleeping 'Dragon Pulse' beside him.

Forget it, this little guy had been sleeping all along; probably unaware. There was no need to kill the dragon to silence it.

But perhaps his murderous intent at that moment was too strong; 'Dragon Pulse' woke up groggily, looking around in confusion.

Li Mochen casually put on his trousers. Although it felt cool down below, it was still better than wearing the previous underwear.

Then he turned his gaze to the necklace on his chest.