Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 95: Progress Assessment
Chapter 95: Progress Assessment
At this point, I don’t even need the Ink of Yearning anymore, Elion thought wryly.
The problem was that Isolde kept avoiding him.
As soon as he approached her, she ran away every time, as if afraid of what might happen if she didn’t.
Elion exhaled softly and looked forward again.
He just needed an opportunity. A moment where she couldn’t immediately flee, where they could actually talk instead of dancing around each other like this.
Cornering her sounds cruel, he admitted to himself, but I just need her to stop running for once.
Unfortunately, judging by Lyra’s murderous stare, that was going to be easier said than done. First of all, he needed someone to draw away the fierce cat beside her.
And assuming he used the ink of yearning on her, he was almost a hundred percent confident that she would steer clear of him even more, so he was walking a tight rope right now.
A warm pressure tugged at his hand.
Actually, I know just the person to distract Lyra…
Aria stood beside him, her fingers laced with his, smiling up at him as if none of the tension around them existed. Her presence grounded him more than he cared to admit.
But it wasn’t her that he was thinking of using to distract Lyra. Mira would be a better choice for this exact situation.
She had already gone ahead of him a few minutes ago.
Which meant—
“Next,” a voice called from inside the chamber. “Come on in.”
He exhaled slowly, thoughts shifting back to the assessment.
Let’s get this over with.
In truth, he could have already pushed his way into the level thirties. He knew that. But the bottleneck was completely voluntary—it was a restraint. With the system, he did not need to worry about bottlenecks.
As long as he had enough points to trade for XP, he could advance indefinitely. To what extent, though, only time would tell.
He did not know if this system had limits or if it was omnipotent since it was made by a literal goddess.
The gist of it was that he hadn’t broken through yet because he chose not to. Because all he needed was one careless breakthrough, and he wouldn’t be just a promising student anymore.
He’d be a specimen to be studied in the laboratories.
So he’d held back and suppressed the surge at the edge of his core until it began to burn from saturation.
Even now, he was pushing his luck.
Level twenty-nine.
From eight.
In a single month.
That alone is going to raise hell.
The door slid open for him to enter as Mira stepped out.
She was practically glowing.
He could only assume she was very happy with her progression.
The moment she spotted him, her smile widened even further. She didn’t hesitate—just walked up, rose onto her toes, and planted a quick peck on his lips.
The corridor went silent as every person watched the interaction.
Jealous glares stabbed into Elion from every direction—boys and girls alike, directed at both of them.
“Good luck!” Mira said confidently, not minding the glares in the least.
He chuckled softly, unfazed. “I’ll be right back.”
Aria squeezed his hand once before letting go, her own cheeks faintly pink as she suppressed the urge to kiss him as well.
But she was not as shameless as Mira.
Elion turned and stepped into the chamber.
The doors closed behind him with a soft thud.
The room was very familiar to him: wide, circular, and lined with faintly glowing runes embedded into the walls.
At its center hovered the crystal glyph—a massive, human-sized stone construct suspended in midair, its surface was etched with ancient sigils that pulsed gently like a breathing thing.
To the side stood three familiar figures.
Selene stood there, barely restraining her excitement, and her sharp canines were visible in her grin.
Miss Eveline stood not too far from Selene, ever the calm and composed lady, offering him a reassuring smile.
And Professor George.
Watching him with that same calculating smile that Elion had never liked.
Pretentious bastard, Elion thought coldly.
“Elion Nova, I presume?”
The voice came from one of the auxiliary staff waiting further ahead.
One was a young man, barely older than a senior student, standing with a tablet in hand. Beside him was a woman in her thirties with such an unremarkable appearance that Elion’s gaze slid off her instinctively each time he saw her.
She did not have any outrageous curves like so many of the staff and female professors he was used to interacting with, and though he would not say she was ugly, she was very ordinary—plain clothes, plain face, and a plain presence.
These two ran the assessments every month.
It was to ensure unbiased, official, and untouchable assessments.
Elion nodded. “That’s me.”
“You can proceed to the glyph.”
He didn’t need further instruction.
He walked to the platform beneath the glyph, his boots echoing softly, and placed his palm against the stone surface.
It felt cold and smooth on his palm.
He let his mana flow toward it without resistance.
At first, the glyph glowed its usual faint white.
Then—
It changed slowly.
The light deepened into a different shade, and it thickened. The white turned to gold. Not pale gold, but a brilliant, shining gold.
Everyone in the room froze in shock.
Selene’s grin stretched wider. “Hahahahah! I knew it!”
Eveline’s eyes widened just a fraction—enough to betray the genuine surprise running through her.
George’s smile vanished, and his features sharpened dangerously, but no one seemed to notice.
Selene and Eveline had both seen his improvements in class, but seeing the actual proof, proof of his talent, that he was not average as they had assumed, was a different matter entirely!
With this, he would stand amongst the many talented youths in their academy. No, even higher than that, because there were divisions in talents of the same rank, and Elion’s talent was currently of the peak grade!
The pair of auxiliary staff stared at their screens from their positions.
Both of them.
Because displayed there wasn’t just Elion’s current data—
But his previous progress assessment data as well.
Elion Nova
Age: 18
Level: 29 (Core Saturated)
Talent: Peak Gold Grade
Physical Attributes: (Weight – 61Kg)( Height – 5’9″)
A beat of silence.
Then—
They all scrolled down in unison to check his previous data for the second time.
Elion Nova
Age: 18
Level: 8
Talent: Lower Bronze Grade
Physical Attributes: (Weight – 56Kg)( Height – 5’6″)
The contrast was… obscene.
Level eight to twenty-nine.
Bronze to peak gold.
In one month.
And a saturated core, in the Novice stage.
