The Boy Who Walks Beyond The End-Chapter 94: The Seven Chosen

Morning sunlight flooded the academy grounds, yet tension hung in the air like stormclouds before a tempest.

Students swarmed around the announcement board in the courtyard, eyes darting over the gold-etched scroll pinned with a wax seal—the mark of Archmage Highshade himself. The moment had come.

"The Selected Seven for the Grand Exchange Tournament against Vaelstrom Academy."

One by one, the names gleamed across the board:

Prince Aelric Caelivara – 3rd Year

Elsan Mirevault – 4th Year

Arisha Mirlon – 3rd Year

Zen – 2nd Year

Sylvia Veirn – 2nd Year

Elvern Halcrest – 2nd Year

Kleez Gozbumble – 2nd Year Royal Class

The crowd erupted—first in whispers, then in disbelief. Most were expecting Aelric. Elsan was a given. Arisha's name wasn't surprising.

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"Kleez?" someone blurted. "That lunatic with the exploding chicken-cat hybrid?!"

The same moment, Kleez skidded dramatically into the courtyard wearing mismatched boots and an oversized cloak that appeared to be alive.

"Boom-Chickens, my dear classmates. Plural. And I've upgraded to flaming ones!" Kleez announced with a twirl, nearly knocking over a fellow student.

[System Nex: What in all flaming circuits is that creature doing on the list? Did the Archmage roll a dice?!]

Zen, standing off to the side with arms crossed, raised a brow but said nothing. He already felt the slight tingle of fate nudging him. Still, Nex wouldn't shut up.

[System Nex: We trained in time-locked shadows for this! You bled sweat, Zen! And that guy brought lunch to a duel once. He tried to bribe a golem with cheese. I'm not making that up.]

Zen exhaled slowly. "He's unpredictable. That might be why."

[System Nex: More like undigestible. Still, okay... okay... maybe chaos is a strategy.]

Just then, Professors from all three classes arrived, standing at attention beside Archmage Valen, who floated just above the courtyard stage like a breeze-borne leaf.

Valen's eyes swept over the crowd, quieting everyone with a simple gesture.

"We have selected not the strongest... but the most suited," he said. "This tournament will not be won by raw power alone. It will be won by strategy, instinct, and unity. You seven—prepare. You leave in two weeks."

Gasps echoed. The countdown had begun.

Lyra, who stood beside Sylvia, elbowed her with a smirk. "Looks like your Chick partner is in."

Sylvia rolled her eyes, "He's not"

Elvern smirked from the side. "Two weeks, huh? Just enough time for a flaming comeback."

[System Nex: Yes, yes. But first—internal sparring. Because clearly, someone needs to remind that Boom-Chicken Tamer what teamwork means.]

Zen's lips curled into a rare smile. The road ahead would be mayhem.

But it would be theirs.