Hearing Viktor say this, everyone fell into a moment of imagination.
They were just like the students, immersed in this dungeon world.
No one could influence them. Everyone could become the protagonist of the dungeon world.
They could truly communicate with those illusory people inside the dungeon and experience all kinds of different lives.
For everyone present, this was simply a dream come true.
"What is freedom? This is what I'm about to tell you next."
At this moment, Viktor snapped his fingers.
The surrounding world changed again, drawing everyone into a brand-new world.
A street was constructed out of thin air, and a freshman stepped into a shop by the roadside.
Judging from the family crest on his body and his clothing, he was the young master of a noble family.
"That is… the young master of the Triss family, right?"
Someone recognized the child's identity and softly said it aloud.
A parent from the Triss family watched his child's performance with great anticipation, but after quite some time, his hopes were completely dashed, and his child thoroughly disgraced him.
Crashing sounds rang out from inside the shop, and then the arrogant young master was thrown out of the shop while shouting incoherent nonsense.
Seeing his child being tossed out, the Triss family elder's old face instantly turned red, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he secretly thought, 'This is bad. I've spoiled this brat too much. Please, don't let him do anything even more embarrassing now!'
With all the parents watching around them, this was practically a public execution.
But what was coming would come sooner or later.
The young master struggled up from the ground, mumbling indistinctly, his mouth moving as if he were chewing something.
"You bastard, how dare you eat and run!"
Two beastfolk shop assistants threw the richly dressed young master onto the street and spoke with contempt.
The young master swallowed the steak in his mouth, wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead, stood up, and brushed the dust off himself.
Bararing his teeth, he shouted at the shop owner, "So what if I eat at your place without paying? It's not like I won't give you money!"
"I already said it, once I get home, however much you want, I'll give you!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. Because of his agitation, bits of chewed meat kept spraying out of his mouth.
"What's more, you beastfolk, what right do you have to charge me money!"
Several cat-girl waitresses looked at him with disdain, then turned and went back into the shop. With a bang, they shut the door and hung up the "Closed" sign.
The noble young master no longer showed even a hint of composure. Completely ignoring the passersby, he continued hurling insults at the shop.
What he didn't know was that his father was right beside him, his old face flushed red.
"Everyone, sorry to make you laugh."
After being shut out, the young master grew even angrier and began punching and kicking the shop door.
An elderly woman slowly approached him, smiling kindly as she spoke, "Child, could you help me carry this bag of flour home?"
"I'll give you appropriate payment."
The onlookers immediately became interested.
They had more or less figured it out.
This looked very much like the kind of commission event the princess had encountered earlier, meant to guide students to act within this fantasy world, so they wouldn't wander around aimlessly.
The elderly woman looked at the Triss family's young master with a benevolent smile, her eyes full of expectation.
"I'm too old. My waist and legs aren't what they used to be. I can't handle something this heavy anymore."
Normally speaking, for a strong young man, this would be nothing more than a small favor.
But everyone had clearly seen the young master's earlier awful attitude.
So the audience was also waiting to see, faced with this kind of request, what choice would he make?
Sure enough, the young master did not disappoint them.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old woman with contempt.
"You? You want me to carry things for you?"
"Do you even know who I am? Since when do nobles help commoners!?"
He looked arrogantly at the embarrassed old woman, then snorted, waved his hand, and walked away.
Seeing this, the adults burst into laughter.
The head of the Triss family had his face completely flushed red, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, "When we get home, I'm going to give that brat a good beating!"
Principal Rachel had watched the entire process.
The frown he had earlier finally relaxed.
He realized something.
In this dungeon world, he could clearly see a person's true character when placed under complete freedom.
Although morality was not the foundation of becoming a mage, within the Mage Council, morality was the most necessary standard.
After all, a mage's power was far too great. Without sufficient character to restrain that power, it was very likely they would lose themselves, just like that Dark Archmage, and eventually be sealed away in the Mage Capital, Endymion.
The true purpose of morality was to ensure that even after obtaining great power, a mage would not lose their original heart.
As for Viktor, he was an exception.
The significance of the "dungeon" was far too great. Its contribution might not even be inferior to the invention of magical electric lighting.
Relying on this invention alone was already enough for Viktor to firmly establish himself within the Mage Council.
Even without considering his strength, such a miraculous creation alone was enough to earn him a place there.
At this time, the Triss family's young master was still wandering around aimlessly.
As if predicting this, Viktor continued speaking, "In this world, you are truly free. You can do whatever you want."
"You can casually lift other people's skirts."
The Triss young master walked along the road, leering at the young women passing by.
Then, with a snicker, he suddenly flipped up a woman's skirt by the roadside.
This immediately caused a wave of shocked cries.
"You can even rob people."
The Triss young master rushed into a grocery store, grabbed all kinds of fruits and snacks, stuffed them into his arms, and ran off in a flash.
The elven shop owner watched the stranger run away and could only angrily shout in her delicate voice from afar, "You brat! Don't let me see you again!"
Viktor's voice had not yet stopped.
"You can even sit on a park bench, stare at the sky out of boredom, and start daydreaming."
"That's right. Here, benches are for sitting."
The Triss family's young master sat on a park bench, crammed all the stolen food into his mouth, then lay back on the bench, legs crossed, staring blankly at the sky.
"What kind of place is this, anyway?"
Not far away, his father was staring at him with a dark expression, filled with rage.
Everything had unfolded exactly as predicted.
At this moment, Viktor lightly waved his hand. The street gradually blurred, and everything around them became dreamlike and illusory.
Space shattered piece by piece, then floated around, forming countless images.
Within these images were countless freshmen participating in the assessment.
They could see every freshman's actions.
Some people were relieving themselves in gardens. Some were helping others chase dogs and chickens.
One student was stopped by a woman with tears streaming down her face.
The grieving woman told him that her child had been kidnapped by bad people and begged him to help rescue her child.
But this freshman merely pushed up his glasses, pulled a deck of playing cards from his pocket, and casually suggested to the woman, "How about a game of cards?"
The woman froze instantly. Her tears stopped, and then she enthusiastically gave a thumbs-up in response, "Sure! I'm the best card player in town!"
The two of them immediately sat down on the ground and began playing cards face to face.
"..."
This was way too free.
Everything here seemed to be divided into one world after another, with each person existing within this space.
It was as if everyone was living in a completely different world.
Many parents and media reporters began to envy these freshmen, who could freely enjoy themselves in this novel dungeon world.
That's right, at least for these adults, this assessment was nothing more than entertainment.
Real life was already exhausting enough. If there were a completely free world where they could pass the time, that might actually be quite interesting.
Viktor snapped his fingers again, drawing everyone's attention back, "The freshmen's assessments will continue. As for now, we should experience something else."
The surrounding images changed again. In an instant, the entire town began to collapse.
Then, the rubble strangely reassembled in midair.
A massive and terrifying coliseum suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.
At some unknown point, they were already seated in the spectator stands, looking down at the arena below.
Even they themselves didn't know when they had become the audience.
Viktor stood in the center, gazing at the tattered banners fluttering around him and the scorching sand constantly swirling up, as if none of it concerned him.
Hands in his pockets, expression calm.
Countless people felt confusion rise in their hearts.
What was Viktor trying to do?
At that moment, thick storm clouds covered the sky, lightning flashing rapidly within them.
A violent wind formed a fierce vortex at the center of the coliseum, whipping up scorching sand and searing heat.
A low, heavy roar descended from above the clouds into everyone's ears. The turbulent airflow and overwhelming majesty placed enormous pressure on everyone present.
A massive blue body pierced through the crackling lightning. Blue light was constantly illuminated among the gloomy clouds, like meteors streaking across the sky.
Huge dragon horns burst out of the clouds first, thunder and lightning reverberating across them, even spreading endlessly into the surrounding air.
Sparks of electricity scattered everywhere, as if the entire atmosphere were resonating with it.
At this moment, the Storm Dragon fully appeared above the coliseum, dominating the entire scene.
Rachel stared up in shock at the colossal figure overhead, his face filled with disbelief.
Wasn't that the Storm Dragon King that died at Viktor's hands? How could it appear here?
Everyone present widened their eyes, staring at Viktor standing in the center of the arena, utterly stunned.
Viktor's black windbreaker whipped wildly in the gale, like a ghost dancing in the night.
Several dazzling arrays suddenly lit up around him. Complex runes flashed endlessly around the formations, and intricate patterns connected with one another between the arrays.
Even without touching it, the terrifying magical power could already be felt.
The formations expanded outward in rings like wind tunnels, then were completely pierced by a beam of light that linked them to Viktor's body.
"Now..." Viktor's voice echoed across the entire coliseum.
"...The performance begins."