On the other side of the Elivian Plains...

Ferrat, speeding towards Lanchi, wore a twisted and savage expression, completely disregarding Lanchi's final struggles.

His bloodshot eyes flashed with a manic fire, like a wounded wolf in the night, dangerous and barbaric, hate burning within them, as if to incinerate the entire world.

Even if Lanchi wanted to pull off a special mechanic, a single card wasn't enough to form a system.

Even the Limit Feedback required at least three cards to form a set.

Ferrat knew that even if he inexplicably let Hyperion go today, he would never let Lanchi go!!

"Damn it!! Who can protect you when you taunt like that!"

Hyperion, chasing after Ferrat, felt that all was lost.

The intensity of Lanchi's taunt, for a healer, far exceeded Hyperion's imagination, even adding a Berserk state to Ferrat.

Ferrat, driven mad, seemed to have unlocked his potential, Hyperion had never thought Ferrat could be so terrifying.

Far away.

On the ground where Lanchi stood.

"Teacher Ferrat, thank you for valuing me so much."

Lanchi murmured sincerely, looking at Ferrat descending from the sky.

Originally, Lanchi had thought that in this entrance exam, he could help his teammates give the examiner a [friendly exchange] and basically coast through.

Unfortunately, he met a strict examiner.

Since things had come to this, he needed to give the examiner due respect.

Dark clouds lowered in the sky, as if enveloping the entire Elivian Plains in an eerie silence. The sunlight was tightly blocked, leaving only faint rays to filter through the gaps in the clouds, barely illuminating the grassland.

In Lanchi's eyes, Ferrat's figure was approaching like a torrential storm, unstoppable and irresistible.

"Please calm down!"

Lanchi's voice was clear and gentle, smiling at Ferrat as if trying to quell his anger.

Or perhaps, he wanted to use the magic card in his hand to heal Ferrat's heart, which was about to be consumed by rage.

As Lanchi poured magic power into the card, a fiery orange light instantly burst forth from his hand.

Points of light scattered and flowed, forming golden totems in the air!

The magic card in Lanchi's hand gradually dissipated and began to materialize.

A misty halo of light immediately surged towards the grassland, spreading like a blessing, covering the entire land and awakening the vitality suppressed by the dark clouds.

What followed was a scene of birdsong and fragrant flowers, filled with a gentle aura.

In the sky, the originally dim sky began to brighten.

Light filtered through the gaps in the clouds, like golden pillars, breaking through the dark clouds and illuminating the grassland.

At this moment, flowers bloomed, and clouds gathered!

And the center of this miracle was in front of Lanchi.

...

Not only was the Sage Council's meeting room filled with exclamations, gradually descending into chaos, but even the many magic artificer teachers who were conducting backend observations at the Magic Engineering Institute were staring wide-eyed at the image of this exam.

"Did he really use an Epic card?"

"Epic cards are divided into trash cards and god cards, I wonder what kind his is."

Looking at the many famous schools throughout the Southern Continent, there weren't many students who possessed Epic cards.

[Orange Epic] was the highest level of magic card that living beings in the present era could perceive!

Each Epic possessed uniqueness, anchoring the world and permeating history.

Once it was bound to one's soul, it could not be undone until death, except by destroying it and causing the permanent annihilation of one's card slot.

Therefore, the vast majority of Epic cards would be extinguished in history with the death of their holders, rather than being passed down.

This directly led to their limited number in any era.

"An Epic card may not necessarily suit oneself, and binding it is equivalent to permanently occupying a card slot. Choosing one's own Epic and system so early may not be a good thing."

What could make a powerhouse were Divine and Epic cards, but what could destroy a powerhouse were also Divine and Epic cards!

The higher the quality of the card, the harder it was to unbind, and the worse the free combination.

This was the price of the [Pink Divine] and [Orange Epic] grade cards.

Once too many were bound, one's own flexible card slots would become less and less, the system would be fixed, and the tactical variability brought about by the free combination of magic cards according to the battle situation would be lost.

Therefore, it was even more important to carefully consider whether to use high-quality magic cards.

A young man like Lanchi in his teens would certainly not consider so much when binding magic cards.

"Putting aside whether this Epic card suits him, can summoning such a gentle card now really stop the furious Ferrat?"

In the Sage Council's meeting room, a teacher couldn't help but say with concern.

Epic cards could often become the core of a system.

But Lanchi's card was obviously not a powerful summon with any offensive capability.

But a weak, support-type aura summon.

On the screen of the magic monitor.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing a fresh floral fragrance, and dewdrops on the grass were crystal clear, like countless sparkling transparent pearls, reflecting a colorful light.

As if a fairy had descended into the world, the grassland had transformed from a gloomy and oppressive scene to a beautiful landscape after the rain, even filled with a sense of harmony and peaceful fairytale.

The flower fairy summoned by Lanchi reflected the rapidly changing scenery, stained with the colors of the sun.

Time seemed to have been paused for her.

"What a beautiful card."

In the meeting room, men and women alike couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when they saw Lanchi's summon.

Like a work of art, a masterpiece of the creator.

It looked very healing.

Finally, the hazy mist dissipated.

Accompanied by a clear and bright voice—

"There has never been any calamity in this world, only, great love!"

Dressed in a crimson礼裙, crowned, with gray hair entwined with thorns, the beautiful woman closed her eyes tightly, gently holding her hands as if singing something.

At the same time, Ferrat's figure froze in mid-air, and he felt as if something had snapped inside his body.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

A desperate roar, like the hopeless cry of a monster, the muscles on his cheeks were twitching frantically, as if he couldn't vent the unspeakable riot in his heart.

In the next instant, Ferrat fell rapidly from the high sky like a bird with broken wings!

Even Hyperion's attention couldn't help but be drawn to the Epic-level summon that Lanchi had summoned.

Hearing the flower fairy's song, she also felt somewhat dazed and confused.

The long-suppressed desire for slaughter in her heart seemed almost unstoppable, and she almost couldn't resist the urge to rush up and tear open Ferrat's heart with a dagger, regardless of the consequences.

She quickly covered her heaving chest, trying to calm her disordered heartbeat.

She knew that the changes in Ferrat's body, and her own abnormality at this time, must be related to this Epic summoning card.

It not only affected the enemy, but also affected teammates!

This flower fairy seemed to have a mental influence on all targets on the field!

Finally.

When Hyperion tried hard to maintain her concentration and stared at Lanchi's summon, her pupils also shrank violently.

If you looked closely, you would find the summoned girl with an angelic and pure temperament—

Was actually a succubus with a sly smile on her lips!

[Poet of Great Love]

[Category: Summon Card]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Tier: 1]

[Effect: Influences all living beings through demonic rhythms, amplifying their emotions by 10 times.]

[Note: "Love can create everything, and it can also destroy everything!"]

However.

At this time, the examiner Ferrat, who had fallen heavily to the ground, no longer had the opportunity to use identification magic like Hyperion.

His rationality had snapped the moment the [Poet of Great Love]'s voice sounded.

Emotions beyond the limit surged into his brain along with the blood flow.

Ferrat had a cerebral hemorrhage.