Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 106: Legacy World Announcement!

Chapter 106: Legacy World Announcement!

Gasps, shouts, and excited murmurs exploded throughout the room, students turning to one another in disbelief. While everyone knew of the existence of the Legacy World, the exact timing of its opening was a closely guarded secret, hidden even from most high-ranking organizations.

Rumors were always circulating, but no one had ever known the details. Now, they were being told directly that such a legendary event would occur in only a few months. Even Elion felt his eyes sharpen with interest.

A Legacy World was an opportunity no one in their right mind would ever pass up.

The resources found within such realms were beyond absurd.

Supreme treasures. High-grade mana stones that allowed for fast and stable mana cultivation. Rare and legendary weapons. Lost bloodlines thought to have vanished from the world. Elixirs with near-divine effects.

Those who had entered hidden legacy realms in the past always described the treasures within as being as plentiful as stars in the sky.

The only catch was the restriction imposed on how many items one could take out, a rule scholars believed had been set by the creator of the realm to ensure its treasures were spread evenly across generations.

That was why every century, academies, guilds, clans, and powerful organizations across the world sent their best youths into the Legacy World.

There was an age restriction—no one above thirty could enter—which made it a stage reserved almost exclusively for the younger generation. Naturally, competition for such opportunities was always fierce.

To truly understand the importance of this chance, one had to understand how resources were valued in the world. Weapons, for example, were graded by both power and rarity. Common-grade weapons could be crafted by any competent blacksmith and were accessible to nearly anyone.

Uncommon-grade weapons were a step above, requiring at least a fifth-grade crafter, as they could hold and release mana. These were the first true magical weapons, capable of bearing enchantments.

Rare-grade weapons demanded a fourth-grade crafter and could sustain much stronger enchantments, already placing them far beyond the reach of most people.

From there, the costs rose to terrifying levels. Epic-grade, Legendary-grade, Mythic-grade, and the elusive Divine-grade items were things most people only heard about in stories. Even well-established noble houses would struggle to obtain an epic-grade weapon.

A duchy like the Dawncrest family, for example, might possess at most one legendary-grade item in its entire history, which would be carefully guarded and passed down through generations from family head to family head.

The same hierarchy applied to elixirs, starting from something as basic as a lesser healing potion and rising to concoctions that could reshape a person’s fate by raising their talent or extending lifespan.

Because of this, the importance of the Primordial Sage’s Legacy World simply could not be overstated.

Once the noise died down, Eveline continued, explaining the academy’s allocation. “The academy as a whole has been granted fifty quotas,” she said. “Traditionally, first-year students receive only three of those.” A few disappointed sighs were heard. “However,” she added smoothly, “due to your exceptional performance this year, the Grand Principal himself has granted you one additional spot.”

That announcement alone caused another ripple of excitement.

By now, most students could already guess where this was heading.

“As things stand,” Eveline said, her tone measured, “there are five obvious candidates competing for four available spots among the first years.” She raised a finger with each name. “Isolde. Elion. William. Tessa. Mira.”

A few dissatisfied grunts echoed through the hall, but that was the extent of it. No one could reasonably argue against those choices. Each of them had clearly earned their place.

“Which would have been the case. However,” Eveline continued with a knowing smile, “there are still a couple of months before the Legacy World opens. Because of that, the teaching staff has decided to do things a little differently this time.” Her eyes gleamed with interest. “To give everyone a fair chance, a tournament will be held in two months’ time.”

The hall stirred.

“This tournament will involve all students from year one through year six,” Eveline finished. “The results will determine who earns the final quotas.”

The moment Eveline finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the hall shifted completely.

Several faces immediately brightened.

Of course, it was only those who truly believed they had a chance—students like Aria, Lyra, Jared, and a handful of others who hovered around levels nineteen and twenty.

Of course, the same could not be said for the ones who truly understood the reality of the situation. They would be lucky to raise their strength by two levels in two months, and that was if they somehow managed to grind in the dungeon down in Grimholt city. How were they supposed to catch up to these monsters in two months, if ever!

But hope was a cruel thing. Whether it was blind faith or real belief, there were more than a few hopeful expressions.

What had once been excitement turned into something sharper. You could almost feel the gears turning inside people’s heads as students began recalculating their chances, reassessing rivals, and quietly measuring themselves against one another.

A tournament involving all six years wasn’t just an opportunity—it was a battlefield, and everyone knew it.

Eveline let the murmurs continue for a few seconds before raising her hand. Silence gradually returned, though the tension lingered thick in the air.

“Before anyone lets their imagination run too far,” she said calmly, “understand this: the tournament will not be simple sparring matches. It will be structured to test combat ability, control, adaptability, teamwork, and decision-making under pressure.”

Her eyes swept the hall, lingering briefly on several students who stiffened under her gaze. “Luck alone will not carry you through.”

That single sentence extinguished quite a few overconfident smiles.

“For first-year students especially,” Eveline continued, “this is not expected to be easy. You will be facing seniors with far more experience and refined techniques. However, talent, preparation, and growth can bridge many gaps.”

She smiled faintly. “That is why we are giving you time. And while you will be allowed to fight against your seniors, that is simply to sharpen your skills, the battles that will determine who gets these four spots will be amongst yourselves.”

Two months.

It sounded generous. In reality, it was a countdown.