As the preparations for the uing dungeon exams loomed on the horizon, students from various grades and departments converged near the entrance of the dungeon.


    The air buzzed with anticipation and excitement as this bi-semester ritual approached, particrly igniting the fervor of the seniors who had experienced this challenging test before.


    The prospect of delving into the mysterious depths of the dungeon stirred a sense of adventure in the students, and the atmosphere was charged with a mix of nerves and eagerness.


    For the seniors, it was an opportunity to showcase their umted knowledge and skills, a chance to prove their mettle onest time before graduating.


    In the gathering crowd, familiar faces exchanged nces, some sporting expressions of confidence while others wore a mask of uncertainty.


    Despite the looming challenges, a sense of camaraderie prevailed.


    The dungeon exams were more than just tests; they were amunal event that brought students together from different backgrounds, forging bonds of shared experiences and challenges.


    The rules added an extrayer of intrigue to the asion.


    While students were free to form parties regardless of their grade levels, there was a crucial exception – the top students of each year level couldn''t join forces.


    This restriction aimed to level the ying field, ensuring that the brightest minds of the academy couldn''t monopolize the exam.


    It created an environment where students within their respective departments had a fair chance to prove their skills and progress without being overshadowed by the academic elites.


    As the students milled about, sharing stories of previous dungeon adventures and strategizing for the uing challenges, a palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air.


    As the day of the dungeon exams drew near, the number of students congregating near the dungeon''s entrance continued to swell.


    The professors and proctors responsible for overseeing the proceedings wore weary expressions as they attempted to control the growing crowd.


    Managing such arge gathering proved challenging, and the voices of authority often fell on deaf ears as students chatted excitedly and madest-minute preparations.


    The professors and staff, realizing the daunting task of maintaining order amidst the influx of students, couldn''t help but feel the weight of exhaustion.


    They tirelessly attempted to assert their authority, reminding students of the rules and guidelines for the uing exams.


    However, with the sheer number of participants, it became an arduous endeavor, and some students asionally disregarded their instructions.


    "Professor Tyrion you''re here?"


    "Ah yes, the principal asked me to help"


    "Ah really thank you so much usbat department professors can''t handle all of them alone"


    "Well, I can see that…." Tyrion said in a knowing voice as he looked at the sheer number of students participating.


    "Though I am d that the 4th years are not required to participate"


    Amidst the chaos, a collective sigh of relief emanated from the professors and staff.


    A small constion was found in the fact that the fourth-year students were not mandated to participate in the dungeon exams.


    The prospect of dealing with students who were essentially their peers, possessing a simr level of knowledge and skill, would have been an additional challenge.


    The professors recognized that adding the fourth-year students to the mix would only exacerbate the already overwhelming number of participants.


    Despite the noble intent of the dungeon exams to assess students'' skills, leadership, and abilities across various categories, there lingered an unofficial undercurrent—a silent acknowledgment that these trials were designed to cull the weak from the academy.


    The harsh reality inside the dungeons created a kill-or-be-killed environment, testing not only academic knowledge but survival instincts.


    Though professors monitored and asionally intervened, there were limits to what they could do. Not everyone could be saved.


    However, the established norms shattered the previous year when a particr student defied expectation, bending the rules of the exams and unintentionally saving countless lives in the process.


    The incident sent shockwaves through the academy, challenging the established narrative of despair within the dungeons.


    The impact of this unprecedented event rippled through the current third-year students and a handful of fourth years who had participated.


    Gratitude mingled with annoyance as they reflected on the fact that a first-year student had be an unexpected savior.


    The gratitude stemmed from the lives preserved and the potential shift in the academy''s perception of the dungeon exams.


    However, a tinge of annoyance lingered, fueled by the realization that this remarkable student had monopolized a significant portion of the points, disrupting the usual hierarchy and challenging the status quo.


    As the students gathered near the dungeon entrance, a ripple of murmurs and whispers swept through the crowd.


    The focus of their attention was a particr student who stood out from the rest.


    "Hey, isn''t that Evadne?"


    "The top rank of thebat department among the second years?"


    "Wow, she''s so cool...!"


    "She''s alone again this time?"


    "I guess she really does take things solo, huh?"


    "Man, I want to party up with her."


    "Isn''t she the one who took care of all the high-grade monstersst year?"


    Various opinions and murmurs circted as Evadne navigated through the crowd with her characteristic serious expression. Her red hair flowed like mes, and her sharp, fiery eyes reflected a profound thirst for battle, even though she currently remained inactive.


    The students couldn''t help but be captivated by the aura of strength and determination that surrounded Evadne.


    Her reputation as the topbatant in the second-year ranks preceded her, fueled by tales of her solo prowess and her remarkable feat in handling high-grade monsters from the previous year''s exams.


    As she moved through the gathering, an air of admiration and respect apanied her, mingling with the students'' aspirations to either join her in battle or simply stand in awe of her martial prowess.


    "Where is that golden-haired girl?" she wondered, her steps purposeful as she navigated through the crowd.


    However, the crowd wasn''t so much a hindrance as it was a parting sea of bodies, making way for her as if recognizing the aura of thebat prodigy in their midst.


    She absentmindedly touched her forehead, experiencing a sudden headache—a lingering reminder of the revelry from the night before.


    Evadne wasn''t entirely sober yet, but the mission at hand required her immediate attention.


    "…Oh, you''re here—" a tired and sleepy voice called out.


    ncing to her side, Evadne discovered a girl with droopy, sleepy eyes and a firm grip on a pillow.


    It was Be Raiseinler, her shoulder-length blue hair gleaming like flowing water in the morning sun.


    "Aria''s over here," Be informed, gesturing in the opposite direction to where Evadne was heading."Let''s go"


    "…Sure" Evadne responded reluctantly, her curiosity about the absent golden-haired girl momentarily set aside.


    As they moved, a wave of gossip swept through the students who observed the meeting of the top-ranked individuals.


    Spections about them forming a party buzzed in the air, but the rumors were quickly dismissed as everyone acknowledged the stringent rules prohibiting such alliances.


    ...


    As I sank into the chair at my booth, a sigh escaped me.


    "Agh, I''m tired," I thought, feeling the weight of the uing events settle on my shoulders.


    The number of students participating in the exams was unprecedented, a testament to the influence of senior Evadne.


    Dealing with this massive influx, especially for us alchemy department students and other support roles, became a daunting task.


    While participation in the exams wasn''t really mandatory for alchemy and utility-based students like myself, I couldn''t help but think that facing the challenges of the dungeons might be a preferable alternative to the chaos that ensued at our booth.


    The sheer volume of students moring for potions, coupled with their demanding and sometimes disrespectful behavior, made customer service an unwee aspect of my day.


    It wasn''t a skill I had cultivated in my previous world, and the entitled nobles, in particr, proved to be quite a handful.


    Fortunately, my status as the son of a duke granted me a certain level of respect among my peers, helping me navigate the challenges of potion distribution.


    I nced to the side, observing the empty cabs and tables that were once neatly arranged with potions earlier in the morning.


    As the exams drew nearer, a flood of students descended upon our booth, depleting our stock rapidly. Thisbined booth, shared with Euphemia, became a bustling hub of activity.


    Speaking of Euphemia, I looked down to find her practically on the floor, her energy seemingly drained.


    Herck of patience was evident, as she engaged in verbal skirmishes with any student who dared to be rude.


    Despite the chaos, her resilience and unwillingness to tolerate disrespect were traits I admired, even if they made the already demanding situation even more challenging.


    "Good job," Iplimented Euphemia as I handed her a ss of water. She looked up, acknowledging my gesture, and rose from her seemingly drained state.


    "Thank you," she replied, taking a sip of the water. Her surprise was evident as she tasted something unexpected. "This is?"


    "An energy drink"


    "Energy drink? What''s that a new potion?"


    "Not a new potion, just a beverage with energizing qualities."


    Euphemia took another sip, still surprised by the taste, but she eventually epted it. Her curiosity about the concoction was palpable, yet she refrained from asking me directly, choosing instead to silently contemte the drink.


    ''She''ll probably reverse engineer it in herbter''


    "Anyway, that sure was a lot of students, huh?" I remarked.


    "Yeah... I guess that second-year senior saved most of their asses."


    "Oh, you knew?"


    "Who wouldn''t? It''s one of the most popr rumors about Senior Evadne"


    It had be a widely acknowledged fact that the surge in the number of second-year students wasrgely attributed to Senior Evadne''s influence, a reality that exined the striking simrity in numbers between the first and second-year cohorts.


    As I settled into a chair, Euphemia voiced her thoughts.


    "But I guess we''re gonna be seeing even more students next year, considering Tristan is also participating this time," Euphemia eximed, her expression a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.


    "… I guess we will" I replied casually.


    Tristan''s exceptional abilities were widely recognized, and the mere mention of his involvement in the uing exams hinted at an even greater influx of students.


    "By the way, Adrian, what''s with that ugly mask?"


    Euphemia asked, her gaze shifting toward the peculiar mask I put on the side.


    "Nothing really, I just found someone selling it and thought it was kinda funny so I bought it"


    "….. is that so you sure have weird tastes"


    ''I don''t want to hear that from you woman''


    ….


    The ominous rumble of thunder echoed through the skies, apanied by shes of lightning that painted the heavens in stark brilliance.


    The anticipation in the air was palpable as the atmospheric disy heralded themencement of a significant event.


    A colossal lightning bolt struck with precision, illuminating the entrance of the dungeon in a spectacr disy of energy.


    And then, with a resounding bang, the principal descended from the heavens, her entrance as grand and theatrical as ever.


    "Hello, everyone! Did you miss me?" she eximed, her voice carrying a mix of exuberance and whimsy.


    With a demeanor that embraced both goofiness and a carefree spirit, she grinned broadly as her gaze fell upon the gathering of students.


    The principal''s arrival marked the initiation of the dungeon exams.