Chapter 123 The Demon King Got Angry

Karida looked at Wang Feng, who was standing there obediently, with a cold gaze.

Running for the position of Autonomous President? How could this guy even think of it? With his three-person Rune Department, what does he want to do?

Even worse, he's giving out free drinks in the cafeteria with his campaign slogans printed on them, something about 'prioritizing girls.' He's directly offending seventy percent of the boys—what kind of idiot is he? Going against tradition and being even crazier than she is.

And does he really think that kind of talk will get him support from female disciples?

At yesterday's meeting, Damosi said something along the lines of "monsters and clowns." Although those words were meant to attack her, Karida, saying that her delegation of authority had fostered unnecessary ambition among the Holy Sanctuary disciples, which was an extremely right-wing extreme thought, not only making management difficult but ultimately tarnishing the moral reputation of the League of Blades and the Holy Sanctuary...

Although Karida gave a sharp rebuttal at the time, honestly, she agreed with the first two terms deep down.

Seeing this boy standing so straight and seemingly respectful, yet occasionally sneaking glances at her expression, he truly was a monster and clown.

Karida stared at him for a while until Old Wang started sweating. Then she asked coldly, "Who told you to run?"

Old Wang felt a wave of relief. He almost died from fear under Karida's intimidating presence.

As long as she speaks, it's easier to handle. Once she opens her mouth, it's my world.

Old Wang's eyes immediately filled with grievance. "Sis Da, didn't you tell me to run...?"

Karida was slightly taken aback.

"You see the announcement you made, asking the heads of the eight divisions to participate in the election. I'm the head of the Rune Department, so..." Old Wang spoke earnestly, "Sis Da, I really didn't want to run. I have no social foundation, it's just setting myself up for humiliation. But Sis Da, you're the person I respect the most, how could I ignore your words? No matter how difficult or arduous, I, Wang Feng, would face all obstacles to help you!"

Karida couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Wang Feng acted on his own without reporting, becoming an excuse for his political enemies to attack her. She had prepared a stern lecture to make him understand that losing face for the principal means risking his life.

But now, hearing Wang Feng's explanation, he seemed loyal, and she couldn't refute it.

The announcement clearly stated the command, so if anyone was to blame, it was her own oversight. There was no way to continue criticizing him.

"Didn't you mean that?" Old Wang cautiously probed, "Should I withdraw now? I'll follow whatever you say!"

Karida glanced at him.

Enough.

Delegating authority and testing the waters was within her expectations and plan. As for Wang Feng's embarrassing performance, it was merely adding a few scallions to the meal.

Besides, she just wanted to teach him a lesson to prevent him from getting more audacious in the future. As for running for Autonomous President,

Karida wasn't planning to back down. Reform requires decisiveness, not always playing Tai Chi. Sometimes, a strong punch is needed to hit the opponent's face.

"No need," Karida said coolly, "but you need to remember."

Old Wang perked up his ears.

"Now everyone thinks you're running because I ordered you to, and I don't like losing," Karida said, her gaze piercing like a knife. "So, either don't run, but since you've decided to, you must win."

Old Wang broke into a cold sweat.

To be honest, he was just playing around, trying to annoy Luo Lan and maybe get some benefits. Like last time, using the opportunity to communicate with the Institute of Potions about recruiting, which was a tangible benefit. As for winning the election, unless the sky falls, it's impossible. He knew his limits.

Old Wang quickly interrupted, explaining, "Sis Da, about the election, you see, Luo Lan..."

"Shut up!" Karida's face darkened, and she said coldly, "Don't joke around at inappropriate times!"

A suffocating pressure came over, making Old Wang stand straighter involuntarily.

"Since you're working for me, you need to follow my rules! Forget about Luo Lan, even if you're facing the entire Rose, remember your identity!"

Karida must be on fire today, definitely her relatives are here!

Right, do people here have relatives?

Exiting the principal's office dejectedly, he thought his loyalty would earn Karida's approval, but instead, it made things worse. Before going back, he needed to get some interest!

People need self-regulation, like Old Wang now.

Being scolded made Old Wang depressed, and depression needs an outlet.

Going to the Martial Dao Courtyard is too tiring; the Wizard Academy or Exorcism Academy is too challenging for his soul state; the Soul Beast Academy is too far away, especially with his car. Sigh, it's all tears.

That leaves the Gun Institute, where he can shoot guns and feel better.

Of course, to enhance this joy, he needed a handsome little brother shouting '666' by his side. In the world, one's reputation cannot be lost.

"Captain, what task can I take on?" Nuoyu was happy that the captain chose him alone. This was trust.

"Do you know how to shoot?"

"Yes! Captain, I'm proficient in all professions!" Nuoyu said seriously, his handsome face glowing.

Old Wang rolled his eyes. This guy has a thicker skin than me. If I hadn't seen him and Kela bumbling around, I might have believed him.

Old Wang took Nuoyu to the Rose Arsenal, registered at the entrance, and pushed open the door to Warehouse One. Inside the spacious room, twenty rows of long shelves were neatly arranged, including the four walls, all filled with guns gleaming with mechanical luster.

Seeing this, Old Wang felt a bit unbalanced. All this was money Karida squeezed from him.

"Bro, give us two H8s!" Wang Feng said. Wilson's H8 was very popular, portable, with smooth and continuous soul power output, capable of thirty-six connections, with a one-second pause, and its appearance was perfectly designed.

The guy from the Gun Institute glanced at them indifferently, "Non-gun majors can only use single-barrel or six-shot revolvers, deposit 200 euros."

"Isn't it free?"

"Using it is free, but a deposit is required. Otherwise, who do I go to if you take it away?" The guy rolled his eyes.

"Nuoyu, give him the gun. I forgot my wallet when I left." Wang Feng waved his hand, not wanting to bother with the hassle. A single-barrel was out of the question; even kids would find it embarrassing. The six-shot revolver, on the other hand, was a classic.

It had more power, with six consecutive shots. Each shot had a single-click power greater than the H8, but there was a half-second pause between each shot. After six shots, it took two seconds to recharge. It was excellent for training but no longer suitable for combat.

"I want two," Old Wang added, picking up two guns despite the disdainful look from the gun attendant. Nuoyu casually chose one, exuding the air of a master.

Being a Gunsmith was easy to start. Broadly speaking, any profession or soul type could become a Gunsmith. Later, the rune industry showed that humans could achieve qualitative changes through quantitative improvements in this profession.

Of course, as alchemy advanced from forging, Gunsmiths could still produce top-tier experts, though it was much harder.

The reason professions were specialized was... weakness. Combat effectiveness depended on the strength of one's soul power, the advantages of their soul type, battle proficiency, experience, physical fitness, and the integration of these factors. Someone like Hei Wukai, who could form an absolute suppression in combat, essentially dominated all aspects, not just one.

Therefore... smart people like Old Wang believed in another combat standard: if you can talk your way out of it, don't resort to violence.

What does it mean to win without drawing blood? Only those who can subdue their opponents without fighting are true masters!

The training range was behind the armory, divided into an indoor and outdoor area.

The outdoor area consisted of fixed targets and environmental settings, relatively simple with dozens of booths. It was mainly for familiarizing oneself with the guns and mastering the details of soul power output. Soul power activated soul crystals to make precise outputs, which required skill and practice.

The indoor area was used for sparring among Gun Institute Academy disciples. Gun battles were quite interesting and relatively mild. If it was girls bouncing around, it added a different kind of charm.

For more complex terrain and environment training, the Gun Institute Academy arranged field exercises, which other disciples envied. These exercises felt more like outings in the wilderness.

When Old Wang and Nuoyu entered, there were already many people inside, most of whom were focused on training. Gunshots echoed continuously throughout the hall. Several girls sitting in the central rest area looked at them with keen interest.

Nuoyu kept his eyes straight ahead, while Old Wang felt more relaxed.

"Nuoyu," Old Wang cheerfully waved at the shy little beauties, then criticized, "Training is important, but don't be so tense. Look how stiff you are. Learn from the captain; take a moment to appreciate the pleasant sights around you. It's good for your mindset."

"Yes, Captain!" Nuoyu hesitated for a moment before glancing back at the rest area, forcing a smile.

Though he didn't wave like Old Wang, that smile was enough. Two of the girls who had been staring intently turned red, and another whistled at Nuoyu, calling out flirtatiously, "Hey, handsome guy with the smile!"

"...," Nuoyu felt awkward. He wasn't used to interacting with girls, but it was the captain's order.

Nuoyu hesitated and looked at Old Wang, only to see him suddenly turn serious after his earlier enthusiasm.

Damn, these women have no taste. They weren't blushing because of me.