"I do not agree!" Mr. Raymond stood up. The Guardians sitting beside him also began to silently prepare their weapons or spells. The atmosphere instantly tensed up, and the previously lively Andrey stands quieted down considerably.

Just as a scene was about to unfold where Raymond suppressed the heroes, the warriors stood up.

The journalist, the gentleman, and the three members of the Delusion Literary Society rose to their feet.

"Keep your composure, Mr. Raymond!"

The voice of Mr. Delusion was clear and powerful, resonating strongly.

"Why do you want to stop the Plague Doctor from participating? Do you not respect the ability of the Child of the Holy Light, the Purifier!"

"I had not..."

"You do have! In your heart, you are still worried about the safety of the Purifier! That is your mistrust of the Plague Doctor!" Mr. Delusion interrupted Raymond, and just as Raymond felt this fellow deserved a thrashing and was about to make his move, Mr. Delusion turned aside. Raymond and Lyle looked at each other, "Look into the eyes of the Plague Doctor! Look at this window of the soul that has been reopened! Tell me, Mr. Raymond! What do you see? A coward who is afraid of death, or a devout believer willing to fight evil for the Holy Light!"

Lyle, in such an atmosphere, did not speak. But he was making faces, conveying his thoughts to Mr. Raymond.

I do not want to go to Hell. The intensity of the tone, the urgency of the emotions, had long surpassed what words could express.

Raymond understood.

The leader of the Crusaders bent his waist.

"Plague Doctor, I am sorry for my mistrust of you."

"Mr. Raymond..."

"I see it now, a pure soul, a warrior’s spirit willing to endure suffering and punish wickedness! You may be weak, but you have made up your mind; I must not hinder your dedication. Go, Purifier, and show those cunning Demon Race what the power of righteousness looks like!"

Mr. Raymond, what do you see in my eyes? Your own delusion, or your own reflection?

The crisis in Andrey had been averted, Mr. Raymond sat down again, and was moved by Lyle’s conviction of ’if I don’t enter Hell, who will?’ He created a golden thumbs-up with Holy Light in the air.

Lyle’s crisis, it seemed, could not be stopped.

He had a bad feeling that the fellow beside him had come prepared.

Mr. Raymond agreed to Lyle’s participation in the competition.

But in the academy, the elders paying attention to Lyle were not limited to Raymond alone.

"What’s going on? Wasn’t it Lyle himself who signed up for this Hellfire Invitational?" The Dragon Master stood up, "Forcing my student into dangerous activities..."

"I do not agree!"

The same scene, the same words, was it going to be the same...?

Shiny, Flexibility, and Control stood up.

They shoved their way through the crowd, forcibly making their way to the Dragon Master’s side. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"What are you guys doing over here?"

Flexibility’s eyes held an inexplicable sparkle as he covered his mouth with his hand, whispering secretly.

"Dragon Teacher, stop pretending; isn’t this the situation you wanted to see?"

"What I wanted to see? Student safety is the responsibility of a teacher. Move aside, I’m going to have the Plague Doctor cancel the exhibition match."

Saying this, the Dragon Master was about to leave his seat.

Shiny grinned cheekily, tilting his head.

"Dragon Mentor, is this really a good idea? This is a great opportunity for our Spirit Summoning Studies to reclaim our prestige. Are you really planning to disrupt this situation?"

"What?"

Control stretched out his hand and pulled the standing Dragon Master back to his seat.

"Allow me to analyze the situation for you, teacher."

"All other clubs’ joint activities have failed. The current activity is held by our Necromancer Figure Club in partnership with the Demon Race. What kind of organization is our Necromancer Figure Club? It is the New Era Spirit Summoning Studies Research and Development Association. What does that mean? It means that we represent the face of Andrey’s Lich Spirit Summoning Studies!"

"Look, our Spirit Summoning Studies now have the flesh disguise provided by Plague Doctor, which has finally secured an important place in the heart of Andrey’s Liches. Next, Spirit Summoning Studies will occupy an even higher status among other races in the City of Wandering through such an invitational competition."

"If Spirit Summoning Studies flourishes among all races, would you be happy, Dragon Mentor?"

"Happy." Guided by a Shiny flexibility, the dragon conjured up that vision in his mind.

"Then, if your most outstanding disciple proves himself in a highly anticipated event, would you be happy?"

"Happy." The dragon thought of Lyle becoming a Spirit Summoning Studies professor in the future, co-teaching with him, and almost cried tears of joy.

Shiny raised both hands.

"Look, teacher..."

Shiny raised his left hand, "The joy of Spirit Summoning Studies being celebrated among various races."

Shiny raised his right hand, "The joy of your outstanding disciple bringing you glory from afar."

"What happens when these two joys combine... Snap!"

Shiny spread his hands apart, showing the dragon Lyle’s location.

"Spirit Summoning Studies superstar, Mr. Plague Doctor, joins the Hellfire invitational competition to smash the Demon Race, causing a massacre in Hell, and the glory belongs to Andrey’s Spirit Summoning Studies! It belongs to the great mentor, Mr. Dragon!"

Mr. Dragon looked stunned in the direction of Lyle; he was moved.

"That... Plague Doctor’s safety is guaranteed, right?"

"Of course, Dragon Mentor, Plague Doctor is the strongest among our freshmen."

"This is just an invitational competition; the Demon Race has also sent only their new generation."

After his name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the entire coliseum didn’t cool down for a moment. Lyle saw those staff members climbing up the horn-covered steps towards him, and as expected, they were all there to notify me, the special guest.

It seemed everything was predestined.

Those staff members were, in fact, Andrey’s executive committee, and they had taken part in maintaining public order during the City of Wandering competitive event.

Leading them was Mr. Judge.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, normally there should be a vehicle inspection process, but Mr. Law, who’s responsible for this, has already started preparing for his competition as a member of the Magic Research Society, so we’ll skip this step. Please come with us to the competition area to prepare."

"Okay."

Lyle walked through the stands, onto the horn-covered stairs, and looked at his fellow Liches one last time.

Those eight were staring intently at him.

"I wish you triumphant success and a victorious start."

He nodded perfunctorily, stuffed an excited Nia, who had become unusually enthusiastic about participating in a racing competition, back into his collar, and resignedly descended the stairs.

"Have we succeeded?"

"We have succeeded."

"We’ve handled Mr. Raymond."

"We’ve persuaded the Dragon Mentor."

"We’ve arranged for the Green Dragon Priest to entangle the Scholar Mentor."

"We’ve removed Mr. Law’s safety check on the Spinal Giant Wheel..."

"We’ve finally gotten Mr. Plague Doctor into the race."

This plan, which spanned the Magic Research Society, Delusion Literary Society, and Necromancer Figure Club, filled with lies and schemes, was finally complete.

Mr. Plague Doctor, with the ultimate creation made by their collaborative effort, the Spinal Giant Wheel, participated in the Hellfire invitational competition.