Chapter 462: Chapter 461: Nobles and Commoners

Just when Azar thought they were all going to die, they were suddenly teleported away and appeared inside a massive base.

"Nobles..." a battle-hardened general muttered as he appeared before them.

His Tier 7 magi aura filled the entire space, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Tch... take them to the protected zone," the general said with a disgusted look towards Azar and the others before disappearing once more.

After all, the projection of that giant monster fighting the beast outside had merely been a spell. He still had to return to the battlefield and kill the mana-devouring beast himself.

After he left, a female with glasses hurried over and bowed slightly toward Azar and the others.

"Welcome. Please follow me," she said politely.

But not only her.

From several directions, other guides arrived, and their group was quickly divided. Only Azar and about a hundred others followed one of them.

Their numbers were rapidly separated as they followed different guides, but among the tens of thousands that had arrived, fewer than five hundred were led toward the center of the base—the so-called protected zone.

The rest remained outside.

And the outside...

Was terrible.

Azar looked around at the tents and temporary shelters. The smell of corpses mixed with pools of blood on the ground assaulted his senses.

He felt the urge to vomit, but held it back.

And he was not the only one.

Everyone else struggled as well.

They saw injured magi everywhere. Some had scars stretching across nearly split skulls, while others had horrifying wounds covering their bodies. Though healed, those scars alone told the story of just how devastating the war truly was.

But one constant thing Azar noticed...

Was the way they looked at nobles.

Disgust.

Even the lady guiding them seemed to be pretending. There was no respect or admiration in her eyes, only hatred and disgust.

And Azar felt uncomfortable.

The other nobles felt the same way.

It raised a single question in their minds.

What exactly had the nobles done?

Soon, they entered a far cleaner environment. The tents were orderly, and even the air smelled pleasant.

Most of the nobles instantly smiled in relief, causing the guide’s expression to grow even more disgusted.

Finally, they entered a large building.

The woman bowed slightly and spoke.

"I brought the new people."

A young man sitting inside adjusted his glasses and rested his chin on his fist.

"Warriors... or what?" he asked calmly, his voice smooth and composed.

At first glance, he looked ordinary, but the longer one stared at him, the more ethereal he seemed.

"Nobles," the woman replied, resisting the urge to spit before hastily leaving the room.

"Oh..." the man smiled faintly and nodded.

The moment she left, her speed increased dramatically as she hurried away from the building.

Once she was gone, the man smiled warmly.

"Welcome, welcome, nobles. Please, take a seat."

As he spoke, the cramped room suddenly expanded to over five times its original size, while rows of seats materialized out of nowhere.

Everyone raised their eyebrows.

This was definitely a master.

They hurriedly sat down and looked at him respectfully.

"Before we begin... you can let it out," the man said with a small cough.

Instantly, clean sparkling buckets appeared in front of them.

At first, they did not understand.

Then one noble rolled his eyes before vomiting violently into the bucket.

As if it were a signal, the rest, including Azar immediately vomited as well.

Everything they had eaten came pouring out.

Only after several minutes did they finally stop.

The man snapped his fingers casually, and the buckets instantly incinerated into nothingness.

"Now then, congratulations on surviving. Most of the others were killed when their fortresses were destroyed," the man said calmly.

He noticed little reaction from them.

It seemed this particular group had already experienced the destruction of their fortress firsthand.

Still, he was not surprised.

They were nobles for a reason.

Even on this battlefield, they would naturally receive priority treatment whenever possible.

After all, the nobles were the ones producing many of the kingdom’s strongest figures. They also heavily supported the war effort and were one of the reasons the kingdom had managed to survive this long.

So naturally...

The kingdom would try its best to keep them alive.

"You are all nobles, so I will speak directly," the man continued.

"Whether you come from a small noble family or a high-ranking one does not matter. You are considered more important than commoners, so even on this battlefield, you will receive better treatment."

He paused briefly.

"You walked through the outer zone, correct? You saw the living conditions there."

"Yes... that is where the commoners stay. Unless they accumulate extremely high military points, they cannot improve their living conditions."

"But you nobles get to live within this protected zone."

"And when mana-devouring beasts break through the front lines and attack this place..."

"The commoners are the first to hold them back and die."

"You, however, remain safe."

Silence filled the room.

"Now, about military points—MP for short," the man continued.

"These are earned by killing mana-devouring beasts on the battlefield. The higher your MP, the more resources you can obtain."

"The faster you can grow stronger."

"And although life is easier for nobles due to your talent and status, there is only so much protection we can provide."

"So remember this clearly..."

"If you do not gain MP and become stronger..."

"You will still die."

After hearing everything, Azar and the others fell deep into thought.

It was a lot of information to process, but it also explained many things.

As for military points...

The concept itself was simple enough.

And after nearly dying earlier, Azar was certain everyone here would desperately seek power.

Or at least...

That was what he thought.

The man looked at them calmly. He could already guess most of the questions they were about to ask.

"Excuse me, sir," one noble spoke first.

"As nobles, do we receive more MP per kill than commoners? And how exactly is it calculated?"

"Sir... can we have someone else kill beasts for us and still receive the points?" another noble asked.

The man smiled faintly.

"Nobles..." he muttered.

"You never disappoint.".., but still went on and anger.

"You will be implanted with a chip. It does nothing harmful to you, but it records your military points and functions as an auxiliary system, allowing you to check your points and attempt to enter the Tanji leaderboard."

"As for your earlier question—yes, you can," the man continued. "As long as the other party agrees, you and whoever is killing for you will be linked. As for the mp, it’s the same for everyone."

He paused, adjusting his glasses.

"But..." he added, "you cannot use your assigned protectors."

"Protectors? Sir, we get protectors?" another noble asked, excitement in his voice. He could no longer contain himself. The scenes they had witnessed had deeply traumatized them—where else had they been exposed to such gore and endless corpses? At this point, they would rather have protection.

"Yes," the man replied. "For now, one Tier 5 protector will be assigned for every ten of you to ensure your safety."

"But they will not intervene unless you are on the verge of death, so do not become careless," he said with a sigh.

He already knew most of them were not truly listening after all they were nobles.