Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 220: All hail Lord Yggdrasil!

After breakfast, all the cadets assembled in the plaza before the academy building. They wore their full uniforms

with green robes draped over them. The plaza was paved with exquisitely patterned tiles, the design resembling

beautiful runes etched in stone. Guided by sergeants, the cadets formed the sthree lines as earlier, facing a

five-storey building of red brick. A broad staircase rose before them, leading directly to the first floor. At its top

was a wide platform, like a grand ceremonial entrance to the academy building.

From within the academy building, the principal emerged. Clad in a golden robe, he stepped onto the platform

with measured pace. He was a tall man, well over six feet, broad of frdespite his age. A long white beard

covered most of his face, and equally long white hair fell to his shoulders, lending him an almost ethereal

countenance. Yet his presence was anything but gentle... an invisible weight pressed against the soul of

everyone present, even from several metres below.

More than thirty professors, healers, and staff followed him, taking their place behind. They wore robes of indigo,

teal, and white respectively. Though their presence paled beside that of the principal, Eleanor could sense they

too possessed formidable strength.

The moment the principal appeared, the sergeants gave him a military salute. Among the cadets, smirrored

the gesture, others did not. The guidebook had made the custom clear... when encountering the principal, cadets

were to continue their current task if one was assigned; otherwise they were to stand respectfully until he

passed. Only when summoned directly were they to salute. The divided reaction reflected this rule.

The principal took no notice of it. His gaze swept across the rows of cadets before he spoke, his voice deep and

commanding.

"I am Professor Aurelius Halveth Draconis, your principal. Once again, the thas cfor a new generation of

cadets to begin their primary term." He smiled faintly as he continued, "Ascendance Academy of Midgard has

stood for more than a thousand years. Since its founding, it has witnessed the rise of countless young

ascendants."

The cadets listened in silence, as though entranced.

"I will not burden you with a long speech," he went on. "Instead, | shall welcyou to the academy. May these

two months of training, learning, and adaptation forge you into ascendants who will bring honour to this

Academy."

A roar of applause burst from the plaza, the cadets cheering with thunderous voices. Professor Aurelius raised his

arms, and at once the noise ceased.

"As primary-term cadets," he declared, "you begin your path within these walls. But remember... study here is

not only cultivation, not only strength, techniques, or artefacts. True strength is not merely power... it is the will

that arises from the heart. That is what makes one ascendant greater than the rest."

He raised his voice, resonant and clear. "Though the paths of cultivation diverge, all roads lead to Lord Yggdrasil.

The sacred gift granted to you on the day of your birth, by the Great World Tree of Positivity, shall one day usher

in prosperity. It is for this purpose that Ascendance Academy of Midgard was founded."

His tone softened slightly, though it lost none of its gravity. "So... fail, if you must. Make mistakes. Feel helpless.

These are parts of learning. But | promise you this... three months from now, when you walk out of these doors,

you will not be the same. You will leave as a stronger, better version of yourselves."

Then, Professor Aurelius raised his right hand and pointed his index finger towards the sky. One by one, the

professors behind him did the same. The healers, officials, and sergeants followed, each arm lifting until the

entire assembly mirrored the gesture.

"May Midgard live forever!" Professor Aurelius thundered. "All hail Lord Yggdrasil!"

"All hail Lord Yggdrasil!" cthe answering cry, the plaza shaking as professors, staff, sergeants, and cadets

roared as one.

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It was a large hall filled with capsules that resembled advanced VR pods. Under the sergeants’ direction, all one

hundred cadets assembled here, on the ground floor of the academy building, for their initiation ceremony.

According to the guidebook, this was to be the first competition between cadets... a trial designed to rank them

early. Professors from the various departments would evaluate performance and extend invitations to those they

deemed worthy. A cadet might be chosen by several departments, or none at all; ultimately, the choice of

departments would rest with the cadet.

The ranking itself carried reward... points granted to the top ten performers. Yet the guidebook had warned that

each year the professors designed a different trial, its nature never revealed in advance.

The chief sergeant stepped to the front of the hall. His voice rang out, sharp and authoritative, "Each cadet will

select a capsule. Enter when instructed."

One by one, the cadets approached. Eleanor walked up to the nearest capsule, following the sergeant’s words.

On its surface was a round red button. She pressed it, and a holographic display flickered to life above the pod.

Raising her wrist, she touched the device on her wrist to the projection. A clear tone chimed in response.

"Welcome, Cadet 10156659. Please enter the space capsule," intoned a mechanical voice as the lid hissed open,

revealing the interior. The inside was soft, padded, and shaped to cradle the body, with a semi-circular hollow

prepared for the head.

Eleanor lay down. At once, the lid closed, sealing her in darkness. A second padded arc descended gently,

enclosing her head entirely. The blackness was absolute... until, without warning, a blaze of white light struck her

eyes. She squinted, blinking for her vision to adjust.

When it cleared, she found herself standing in a forest. Towering trees rose on all sides, their trunks stretching

high into a sky that glowed red instead of blue. The air was unnervingly still... no rustle of leaves, no birdsong,

only silence pressing down. The ground beneath her boots was hard and rocky. She glanced down... her academy

uniform remained intact, as though she had stepped here directly from the hall.

"It feels like I've been sent into another dimension... or another world altogether," she thought. "The trees block

my sight... perfect ground for an ambush. I'd better prepare before anything happens. First, | should find a

clearing."

She took a few careful steps, testing her balance, then struck at the air with quick punches to gauge her

strength.

At that moment, a voice resounded within her head, "You are currently in the tropical forest of Molgrath. A group

of monsters has captured the Midgard stronghold here and turned it into their frontier. You and your companions

have been teleported into this forest with the mission of eliminating the monsters and reclaiming the land. You

must cross the river, enter enemy territory, and slay the Troll King to recapture the stronghold. You may perform

this mission alone or form a team at any time. Remember... points are divided equally among all team

members."

As the voice faded, a translucent screen appeared in the corner of her vision:

[Status]

Primary Objective: Kill the Troll King and recapture the stronghold.

Secondary Objective: Eliminate the monsters.

Team Members: 1

Points: 0

[Do you want to hide the status screen? Yes/No]

Eleanor commanded the screen away, and it vanished instantly. Alone in the red-sky forest, she closed her eyes

and extended her spiritual sense. Relief washed over her... her power was functioning normally here. Yet her

sweep revealed no trace of another cadet nearby.

Then, faintly, she caught it... the sound of running water, trickling in the distance.

Eleanor followed the sound of water, each step bringing it closer. After nearly ten minutes, she could hear it with

her ordinary senses. But just as she advanced, she froze, every nerve on edge.

From her right cthe noise of combat... shouts, shrieks, and the clash of struggle. Cautiously, she veered

towards it, slipping from bush to bush, keeping low and never exposing herself for long.

After two minutes of careful advance, the scene opened before her. A cadet was under siege... more than twenty

goblins swarming her at once. Eleanor crept nearer, positioning herself behind a boulder for a clear view, yet

remaining unseen.

The cadet fought with desperate

resolve, wielding a wooden stick,

striking down goblins whenever she

could. But pene @gainst

he heb fes attacked in turns,

rushing her in small groups so that

none absorbed too much damage,

while she accumulated cuts and

bruises with every exchange.

Surrounded on all sides, she could

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Then the cadet turned to intercept a sudden strike, and Eleanor caught sight of her face. It was Maira... the

young miss of the Amazon Clan.

Eleanor hesitated. Originally, she had intended only to watch, to study the goblins’ fighting patterns from a safe

distance. But with an acquaintance caught in the fray, her resolve wavered.

"She's not on the brink of defeat yet. Let her treat it as training. These creatures are hardly the strongest. I'll

wait and observe their style a little longer," Eleanor reasoned, holding her ground.

The goblins pressed their advantage with crude savagery. Slunged for Maira’s legs to drag her down; others

tried to rake claws across her back when her guard was turned. They bit, clawed, hurled stones, even flung dirt

to blind her. Their shrill laughter and mocking cries echoed through the forest as they harried her.

Maira fought back with fierce determination. She dodged, parried, blocked. Three goblins already lay dead at her

feet. But she was tiring, breath ragged, each strike slower than the last.

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Suddenly, Eleanor’s eyes narrowed. A

larger goblin broke through the

throng behind Maira, hefting a m

boulder above its hoad At tht

ifstaht Mista was pinned by three

attackers to her front... she would

never turn in time. Eleanor could see

the arc the stone would take, where it

would strike, how her skull would

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She exhaled sharply and let her instincts surge. She activated Mind Acceleration. The world slowed to clarity. She

traced the rock’s trajectory as if it hung in the air.

Without delay, she activated her bloodline power, Overdrive! Her bloodline ignited, her body primed for violence.

Passive instincts flared alive... Bloodlust Instinct, Tactical Foresight, Killing Precision, Predator’s Awareness...

weaving together in seamless harmony.

Snatching a broken branch from the ground, she hurled it with uncanny accuracy. It struck the goblins hand. The

rock did not fall, but the blow spoiled its aim, sending it staggering aside.

By the tthe horde registered the disruption, Eleanor was upon them.

Her assault was merciless. She had

already dissected their fighting style,

remembered their weaknesses. With

foresight guiding eVrfhove, she

SHLBK OMY at killing points... throat,

temple, solar plexus, the nape of the

neck. One strike, one corpse. She

knew well that each second of

bloodline use would lengthen her

recovery, so every blow had to count.

Maira, locked in a desperate struggle with another goblin, felt the sudden shift. The moment she killed her

opponent and turned... the battle was over. Every goblin lay dead at her feet.