In that barren place, the members of the High Sect stood around dumbly, looking like a bunch of idiots.

"President, shouldn't we do something?"

"Everyone... everyone think together about what we should do."

Aurora was feeling a bit awkward.

Those who are prepared are, in the end, different from those who aren't. No matter what, the tempo had already shifted toward Angel's train of thought. Though Angel's ragtag group hadn't seized an absolute advantage, at least the others were now scrambling. Some were even beginning to feel despair.

...

"What should we do next?" Mosharili asked.

After a moment's thought, Angel replied softly, "Move to the second step: incorporation."

With that, Angel snapped his notebook shut with a loud "clap."

"Incorporation?" Mosharili's eyes widened slightly.

The demon beside her grinned wickedly.

...

At this moment, in the B3 area—controlled by the Law Society—the situation had escalated to fever pitch.

Students were kicking over trash cans, tossing paper scraps from the teaching building, spitting, singing terrible songs at top volume...

What had caused these Magic apprentices to suddenly lose their minds?

Yes, normal people wouldn't act this way. Normal Blood Elves wouldn't, either. But Blood Elves provoking others—now that was a different story.

Everyone was provoking the Law Society.

The members of the Law Society stood in the corner like a bunch of idiots, watching helplessly. Meanwhile, a mob of Magic apprentices surrounded them and hurled insults.

As for the president of the Law Society, Daniel... He was sitting quietly amidst the crowd, clutching his face, utterly lost.

This situation was probably even worse than when he stood motionless on the administration building earlier, right?

The Law Society members surrounding him were equally at a loss.

Suddenly, the crowd parted, clearing a path as Angel appeared before Daniel.

Daniel raised his head to glance at Angel, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Can we talk?" Angel asked with a smile.

Daniel dumbly nodded.

...

Moments later, inside an empty classroom in the teaching building.

"I honestly have no idea what to do anymore, absolutely none. Previously, I suggested entering the leadership contest, promising my members that we would win, that we'd be able to implement the legal principles we've long advocated. But... now I realize I was too naive. I heard the Walking Herb Gathering Association has already pulled out, and I'm thinking maybe I should pull out too." As he spoke, Daniel shook his head helplessly.

Strands of hair drooped over his forehead, making him look utterly dejected.

"Then what's keeping you from pulling out?" Angel asked.

"I don't know either. Maybe... maybe I'm still hoping for some kind of opportunity. After all, it's not just about me anymore. I've mobilized everyone... I should be responsible for that. I don't even know how to tell them that we've already failed." Glancing at Angel, Daniel continued, "Honestly, I don't agree with your approach at all, not even a little bit. Even though your method is effective, restoring order shouldn't rely solely on force—it won't last."

"I agree." Angel nodded.

"You agree?" Daniel was startled, raising his head to look at Angel again.

"Yes, I agree, and I agree wholeheartedly," Angel said with a smile. "I want to strengthen legal education after using force to restore order. That will take time and require a good environment. At that point, I might even need your help."

"You... you're serious?" Daniel half-closed his eyes, his disbelief evident.

"Of course, but first we have to win." Angel shrugged and said, "If someone else wins, this method might not be adopted. After all, not everyone believes in the principles of law and order like you and I do."

Daniel stared blankly at Angel.

After a brief pause, Angel said solemnly, "Would you be willing to help me? Withdraw from the contest and bring your people over to my side."

Upon hearing this, Daniel seemed to snap awake, shaking his head repeatedly as he took a deep breath and said, "Impossible. If our members could accept your methods, we wouldn't be in such a dire situation."

"Even just standing by and watching us wouldn't work?"

"Standing by and watching you?"

"Yes, just standing by. Force is merely a demonstration. Once everyone understands that we truly will use force, the next phase is deterrence. I need more people to control a larger area. You only need to stand there, maintain your presence, and rebuke violations. The rest, we'll handle. Would that be okay?"

Daniel stared blankly at Angel, lowering and raising his head multiple times. After a long pause, he hesitantly asked in a soft voice, "Really, we wouldn't have to do anything?"

"Nothing," Angel shook his head.

"Alright, we'll join you," Daniel said, extending his hand toward Angel.

...

Yes, things are often not that complicated, especially in situations like this. All you need is boldness—the courage to make promises, to issue empty checks, to lie.

"You're a genius, really." Even the demon couldn't help but marvel. "You're more extraordinary than I imagined. Morality, law—nothing can stop you from plunging into the depths of Magic. Oh no, I mean the pinnacle."

"I just want to achieve my goals."

"Yes, we demons think that way too."

After being known as a music enthusiast and poetry lover, Angel now had another title: "A man rich in legal spirit."

Of course, Angel's "incorporation" didn't always succeed.

For example, his attempt to incorporate the Walking Herb Gathering Association ended in failure.

"You only need to stand by and watch. I..."

"No, we've completely given up. Moreover, we don't want to stand alongside you. Using force against students will harm the image we've worked so hard to build. Even if we don't act, just associating ourselves with you will damage our reputation. So, apologies, but we won't join you."

The conversation went something like that.

Sometimes success hinges on probability—it's impossible to win every time, impossible to have smooth sailing. But trying never hurts. What if it works?

That's how Angel thought.

Mosharili gazed at him with eyes full of admiration. Not just Mosharili—his entire following was equally impressed. After all, they had never been this assertive before. Angel's prestige within the team was rising rapidly.

...

Soon, new information came through—the Divine Wood Protection Association had announced surrender.

Of course, for the others facing the unfolding events, the messages actually came as two: one was the Divine Wood Protection Association's surrender, and the other was the Law Society's surrender. Shortly afterward, yet another message followed—the Law Society announced their withdrawal but simultaneously joined Angel's camp, with every member wearing an armband marked "6." The zones controlled by the two groups were swapped, and Angel was actively carrying out suppressive operations in the B3 area.

Leading his cobbled-together team, he had suddenly become the most formidable contender for the position of New Vascular Council President.

At this point, there were only six contestants left.

Oh right, and the Silent Spellcasting Group—they decided to merge with Gegil's Mysterious Research Association.

By nightfall, only five contestants remained. And if you exclude the two groups with too few numbers to be competitive—the Battle Mage Team and the High Sect—the practical contenders were reduced to just the Old Vascular Council, Angel, and the Silent Spellcasting Group.

"The moment of the final showdown," was now close at hand!

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