"Although what you've done has surprised me, to be honest, you're still very far from your real goal. Neither that Humpback Poetry Society nor that unlucky Melody Magic Association are anything but outright losers. Their support hasn't fundamentally changed the power dynamics within the academy."

"I can win over more supporters using the same method."

"That's a good plan, but... the stronger the organization, the higher the price they'll demand. You'll need to commit to more promises. If these promises stack up to a certain extent, even if you succeed in becoming New Vascular Council President, you won't have the ability to fulfill them."

"What if I never intended to fulfill them?"

"That's deception?" The devil was stunned.

Angel squinted and looked at him quietly, expressionless, offering no reply.

The devil became excited in an instant: "Although I don't know how you plan to achieve this, there's no doubt about it—you're excellent, far more impressive than I ever imagined. You don't even need my temptation. Hahaha! You don't need it at all! I think you're even more wicked than I am... Oh no, ahem, I mean rational, extremely rational! This is absolutely fantastic! Hahaha!"

...

For an entire day, Angel roamed every corner of the academy: persuading, persuading, and persuading again.

By late evening, the Vein Council, unable to reach any conclusion despite much discussion, simply posted a notice with a reckless, dead-end attitude.

At that moment, Angel was walking down the campus pathway when he heard someone shout something. Soon, a crowd gathered around the bulletin board.

"Recruiting for the 'New Vascular Council President'? Completely obedient to the Teaching Affairs Bureau?"

"Wow, the subsidy's high, and there's plenty of funding!"

"But what's with the rules? Proposing a feasible plan and implementing it only after approval?"

"What kind of selection method is this? I don't get it at all. Does it mean that to be elected, you have to persuade the Teaching Affairs Bureau first?"

Well, this shows that the Old Vascular Council has relinquished both control over the plans and authority in suggesting selection rules for the New Vascular Council President. They've directly handed these over to the Teaching Affairs Bureau and the New Vascular Council President to negotiate themselves.

"Should we go register now?" the devil asked.

"No registration yet, let's wait." Angel answered.

"Because registering right now is pointless. The Teaching Affairs Bureau's intentions are very clear—they want capable people, not smooth talkers. Once I turn everything into a done deal, what's mine will undeniably remain mine. If I have the ability to achieve this and yet they choose someone else in the end… then there's no doubt I could ensure they don't fulfill the Teaching Affairs Bureau's expectations either."

"Perfect! Straightforward and to the point—raw competence is the foundation of everything! Your progress amazes me!" The devil cheered, fervently praising him.

...

The news quickly spread to every corner of the Magic Academy.

The first to cheer loudly was Gegil—the one Angel had knocked out before, who happened to be the chairman of the Mysterious Research Association.

"Does this mean we can finally trample on those Vein Council guys? Hahaha! Gather everyone—quick, go!"

"Got it!" A lackey dashed out of the classroom.

...

Meanwhile, in the hallway of the academy's experimental building, a tall, slim Blood Elf with slightly darker skin stared at the notice on the wall.

...

On the periphery of the academy's dormitory area, a petite girl with a pair of lively eyes was also reading the notice on the wall.

...

While the entire academy rejoiced, Angel was already home, having dinner.

Setting down his knife and fork, Angel slowly stood up, smiling as he said, "Mother, I'm full. I have something to do tonight, so I'll be heading out."

"You've been going out every night lately." His mother crossed her arms and stared at Angel.

His father also glanced at him briefly.

"Yes, it's for work, I have no choice. I've already handed over this month's household expenses, haven't I? And I earned more than last month."

Angel's mother turned her head slightly to glance at the twenty silver coins on the table. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Go. If it's too exhausting, perhaps you could change jobs. You're still young; there's no need to rush."

"I know how to pace myself, mother."

With that, Angel slung the single-strap bag hanging on the back of his high-backed chair and stepped out the door.

...

The moment Angel left home, the smile in his eyes vanished completely, replaced with a sharp, piercing gaze: "The real battle begins now."

"What do you mean?" the devil asked.

"Earlier, they didn't know, so I could strike first. Now, who knows how many competitors will emerge."

With his bag on his back, Angel hurriedly descended the stairs.

...

It's impossible that every single magic apprentice cares about that five-thousand silver coin subsidy. There are plenty who don't.

But it's equally impossible for no one to care. Without a doubt, it's a substantial fortune. The wealth gap among Blood Elves isn't nearly as extreme as it is among humans. Anyone with a clear view understands the significance of five thousand silver coins.

Nearly sprinting, Angel left the market, rushing toward the Magic Academy.

Upon arriving at the academy, the first thing he did was head to Amos' lab to change into the blue robe that symbolized a magic apprentice, then proceeded to the agreed meeting spot.

Where?

A patch of lawn in the western district of the academy. This was the place he had arranged with everyone.

Compared to Angel, most others lived on campus. So by the time Angel arrived, the majority had already gathered.

The melancholic chairman of the Melody Magic Association, the hunchbacked Poetry Society Chairman, the Magic Equipment Association's chairman with the oversized head, the Geology Exploration Association chairman with straw-like hair…

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