The announcement of his result caused many eyes to open wide in surprise as if they couldn't believe what they were hearing. Vincent, on the other hand, decreased the flow of his blood as blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

‹ Blood Gear: Crimson Ruler has been deactivated ›

‹ Your strength as a whole has decreased to the base level ›

Vincent's long black eyelashes fluttered and his scarlet eyes squinted as he grimaced, piercing and searing pain filling every fiber of his being.

The piercing pain that he was feeling was caused by the bones in his right hand that had shattered as he used a force greater than what he could handle while the searing pain was caused by increasing the flow of blood.

Most of his vessels were strained because he increased his blood flow beyond the limit of what he could handle. In simpler words, he was feeling a lot of pain as his bones has shattered and his blood vessels were damaged. Yet, he didn't use the blood contained in his heart to heal his injuries. It's not because that it'll become troublesome if he heals all his injuries by himself in front of the eyes of an entire crowd but because of entirely different reasons.

First off, his lust for blood amplifies to an uncontrolled amount when the blood contained in his vampire's heart is below 20 units. Secondly, he needed it, the upcoming test might be harder than this one, there was no guarantee that he will be able to obtain a high score without using his racial ability to manipulate blood. Lastly, he believed that he will recover from all his injuries under the hands of the healers.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a few notifications popped up in front of him.

‹ Mission Completed ›

‹ You've completed the task with an excellent result ›

‹ The owner will gain additional rewards for completing the task perfectly. You've been rewarded with 77 experience points ›

‹ Lv 3: 317/300 XP ›

‹ You've leveled up ›

‹ Lv 4: 17/700 XP ›

‹ You've gained 5 attribute points. Attribute points can be disturbed in your stats to increase your strength ›

‹ You have reached the required level to unlock the next spell matrix ›

‹ Spell Matrix: Energy Sense has been unlocked ›

Although his vision had turned blurry, he somehow managed to make out some of the context written on the semi-transparent screen.

A smile blossomed on his face as he felt happy that he has passed the test of titan's strength with the highest grade till now and also leveled up.

He blacked out with a smile on his face.

The last thing he saw before fainting was Leila, a healer, and few faculty members running towards him.

"Ugh, the one with the highest grade turned out to be a demi-human. That's pretty disgusting," Alex said with a dissatisfied face. He inferred that Vincent had used a racial trait rather than a special ability as he was just an Earthling.

In this day and age, it was pretty normal for demi-humans to be present among humans. It could be said that interracial marriages were the norm now, as according to the charts, more than half the population of humans had a demi-human spouse and vice versa. It could be said that there are just as many demi-humans as humans. Not just that, a lot of examinees and military personals are also demi-humans. It was pretty rare to see someone discriminating against someone else just because of his race.

However, due to some severe reasons and personal preferences, Alex didn't like demi-humans. In fact, his dislike was on the same level as hatred. He had even supported racial terrorist groups like Sunsuhan in the past.

Hearing his words, Kayle frowned and turned to look at him with an expression of dissatisfaction. She took his words personally as she was friends with a lot of demi-humans and demi-humans were also a part of her Walken family.

How could she allow someone to blatantly disrespect demi-humans in her presence? It wasn't in her nature to do nothing about racism!

"Be careful of what you say, or else…" Kayle said as she turned to look at him with a stern glare.

"Or else what, huh?" Alex said that as he crossed his legs and stared right into her eyes, acting confident and calm.

Seeing that he showed no remorse at all, the corner of Kayle's eyes twitched.

"Next time I won't show any mercy. I will pull out your tongue and flay it on fire," Kayle threatened ferociously like a mighty tigress.

However, in Alex's eyes, she appeared to look like a cute little kitten trying to scratch his heart with her fluffy roars.

"Ah, so scary, but what's a healer like you going to do about it? You can only be milked and taken advantage of by others," Alex said as he leaned towards the woman in her mid-twenties and sniffed her sweet scent, exposing a teasing smile much to her dislike as he thought, 'One day I will make you mine.'

"You bastard!"

Kayle raised her hands to slap him but was stopped by Theodore.

"Both of you, cut it off, or else I am gonna issue a penalty!"

"Yes, Senior!"

As soon as he said those words, the two adults acting like child's stopped bickering.

"What's your thoughts about him?" Theodore asked.

"I don't mean to praise him, but he reminds me of the old foxes, the ones acting behind the scenes," Kayle said.

"Oh, so you mean someone like the director of strategy?"

"Ah, yes, kinda like an immature version of the director."

"And why do you say so?"

"He has been acting calm and collected ever since he entered the room. At first, I thought that he is the silent type of guy who doesn't have much interest in knowing others. Now that I know him better than before, I believe he was coming up with a plan to get a high score."

"Well, what's your thoughts on this matter?" Theodore asked as he looked at Alex.

"According to my evaluation, he is expressing traits of a psychopath. Nevis Truemight actions were pretty comical as everyone knows that he isn't treated well by his family. There's a high chance of him being uneducated. However, someone like Vincent must know that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Yet, he still went on and punched the wall as hard as he can even breaking his bones purposely to get a better result. From how I see it, he will do anything to fulfill his purpose. It's being like him that treats everyone as a pawn and won't mind sacrificing someone to achieve a better result," Alex said.

"You both aren't wrong, but not entirely correct either. He is a calculating daredevil that knows bound and limits. Do you believe that he would have done the same without any guarantee of recovering from severe injuries like the shattering of bones in a few minutes?" Theodore's cheeks stretched back to expose a smile. "We need people like him in our ranks to face internal and external evil that is threatening to end our races. The academy is a place of nurturing young blood that will become the elites of society. I hope to see no prejudice against him or other demi-humans in the academy grounds, and I believe you already know what's going to happen once you ignore my words," he added with a calm smile appearing harmless.

"Yes, senior! I will never discriminate against demi-humans on the academy grounds. You can count on me," Alex said while gulping in terror.

The consequences of angering him were something he didn't want to face again. Last time, he was hurled to planet EterCold for three months. It's a planet where winter lasts forever, with no sun in sight, and worse above all that were creatures made out of ice that don't die no matter how many times they are blown apart.

"That's good!" Theodore replied as he turned to look at the volleyball-like court.

Peter stretched his body, preparing himself physically for the test.

"Big brother must have said that because of a reason. Ever since I met him, he has hardly been wrong, and I think that the contribution points we will earn after passing the entrance examination and becoming permanent students might really decide our future. Ugh, I guess there's no way out of it. It all depends on me. It's not like I have a choice here. For a better future, I must give it my all. Anyway, momentary hellish pain sounds better than a shitty future!"

Peter made up his mind, planning to utilize as much battle energy he can control and gather into a single place to power up the strength of his fist.

After he walked up to the iron wall, he concentrated seven units of his battle energy into his right fist, making it incredibly powerful, at the cost of leaving the rest of the body completely defenseless.

Bam!

‹ You passed. Strength Grade-21 ›

In the end, he managed to score higher than most of the temporary students, claiming the thirteenth spot. Though some of the bones of his right hand shattered.

In the end, he was also taken to the infirmary.