Chapter 91: Well give it a try. (1/2)

”When you gamble, you obviously need to bet something in order to gain another. For instance, if you wish someone's defeat or death, you have to bet something else in return.”

”You can choose to bet your own life, or maybe someone else's. But in that last case, it only works if that person is too weak to resist you. If that person is stronger than you, the 'world' will take that bet to be invalid, or to be exact, it will greatly diminish your chances of 'winning'. Also, keep in mind that you can't bet a life that isn't connected to you in some way if the bet is something personal. I think you'll understand what I mean soon.”

”Now, the scary thing I was talking about is that the stake can go up indefinitely. Your wishes are only limited by your imagination. It's an omnipotent magic. But to fulfill that wish, it's not so easy as to take mana. The bigger the wish is, the bigger the price will become,” Arima said and everyone swallowed their saliva.

”The worst case isn't death, if that's what you're thinking. When the 'world' determines that the life of the caster isn't enough to pay for the stake after the loss, it will start to take everything around the caster, anything that may hurt him or make him suffer until the debt is paid.”

Arima smirked and looked at his students. ”Do you understand? There are, of course, consequences. But what if you win the gamble? You could wish for anything and have it accomplished if you're lucky. You could wish for the destruction of the world; it would be possible. You could wish to become a true immortal; it's possible. You could wish to murder everyone, it's possible.”

”But,” He grinned ”What could the price be?” He said with an ominous voice that made his students shiver. Arima snickered. ”Incidentally, the grander the wish is the fewer chances you have to win.”

”Destruction of the world? What is the 'world' in that wish? Your planet? Your universe? A parallel world? Depending on how powerful you are originally the percentage of chance you may get your wish granted can vary between 90 percent, for relaxed bets, and let's say (1*10^-20) percent for irrational ones. I think you get the point by now.”

”Well, there are also ways to steal luck from other people, create bad luck, and other things like that. But it's quite inefficient so I won't talk about it. Of course, you can check it out in the books I wrote if you want more details,” Arima concluded and clapped.

”On this note, it's pretty much the end of this lesson,” He declared and the forty students that needed to vacate their place left the room with a hazy mind. And the thirty or so students Arima had picked up were still dazed on their seat.

They recovered after every other student was out and started to read the books in front of them really enthusiastically. Arima observed them and sat on his chair when Night got off of it.

Since the 'spar' with his class, he had picked another ten students.

There were two students that deserved to be surveyed closely. They were called Gaodu and Ferzia. The former was a boy with a quite large body. He didn't have any special talents or abilities. The reason Arima chose him was even a mystery to the student in question. He was around 16 years old and his specialty surprisingly rested on Spirit magic.

The most remarkable one was definitely Ferzia. She was part of a very uncommon race, the dark elves. As the stories depicted it, she had silver hair and dark skin. As a dark elf, she had incredible magic and physical ability. Apparently, the reason she came to this academy was that she had heard of a rumor about the best teacher that ever existed. She always had been almost perfect in all domains and never found someone capable of teaching her.

But she had to admit, she had already learned something in Arima's lessons although she only had been here for two days. She was 18 years old and her forte was lightning.

Arima looked at her as she chatted with Arister. ”(Those two are similar. They are both kinda gloomy…or is edgy perhaps a better word?)” He inwardly considered.

If Arister knew that Arima had thought those lines, he probably wouldn't know how to react.

For the rest of the day, as always, Arima sustained his all-purpose lessons and answered any questions his students could have. He also gave a set of books to the PA.

He directly went to the principal's office for that and put the books on the desk just saying that it was a gift. Then, he left the principal alone, when the latter was still wondering what the hell Arima came to his office for.

He then looked through the books and his eyes widened to the maximum as he read the content. He immediately called some people and made work his relations to print copies of those books.

For the next few days, Arima hadn't really anything to teach in the theory department and his books were going wild across the city. So, he started to bring his class elsewhere to train them to mainly teach them martial arts.

One day, Arima was casually laying down on a chair he created in the middle of a desert when he suddenly raised his head and looked afar with a purple light blinking in his eyes. He smiled and stood up and got the attention of his class. Night also got serious and his expression became sharper, even Karma.

”Alright, everyone. Today's classes will end early. Something came up,” Arima announced and everyone looked at him in surprise. They stopped practicing and gathered around him. He nodded when all of his students were there and snapped his fingers. They all disappeared from that desert and reappeared in their classroom.

When the transfer ended, some of the students fell in the ground because of an ongoing earthquake. The ground was shaking as they had never seen before. Even the reinforced walls of the academy were cracking.

Arima coolly regained his balance and nonchalantly stepped out of the room followed by Lanya, Night, and Karma. The students looked at each other in confusion and followed. Only Ofia and Lena had a pale countenance, they knew what this shaking implied.

Arima walked through the corridors, completely disregarding the disoriented students leaning against the walls to keep balance. When he stepped out of the building and entered one of the courts of the academy, he looked up to the sky.

The students following him mimicked his action and looked up. They instantly regretted it. In the direction of the castle, far up in the sky, a tremendous gate had appeared. It was ashen grey in color and was decorated with some unknown runes.

There was a great number of bones encrusted on it. Bones of all kinds and all sizes. The gate itself was maybe around a hundred meters tall and twenty meters wide. The biggest bone on it was around ten meters long and one meter wide.

But the most predominant one was certainly the huge skull placed on the gap between the two doors of the gate. A skull, shining with a red brilliance and with a golden light flickering the eye sockets. That skull seemed to be alive and was looking around as if he was waiting for something.

Arima solemnly analyzed what he was seeing. ”So that's the Hell Gate, huh?” Arima muttered and smirked. ”It would certainly be thrilling to wait for something to come out, but I still need to test it, don't you think so?” He asked a question to seemingly no one. But Karma and Night shrugged. Lanya could only sigh wryly as she stepped back and told everyone to get away from the trio.

Night's body started changing and he soon turned back into a majestic noble dragon. The students nearby who hadn't seen or heard about Night's true appearance were stunned. Even the teachers who had arrived at the same time. They were all strong and reputed scholars, warriors, mages, and former mercenaries. But they all felt cold in front of Night's appearance and aura.

Velvet, who was among them, was truthfully relieved to not be fighting Arima. She couldn't even measure the soul beast's strength; how could she possibly beat him? She even believed that this dragon could kill her with just a wag of his tail.