The Boy Who Walks Beyond The End-Chapter 79: Ranking Reveal

Professor Riven's grin could slice glass. "Now, my little bundles of spark and doom—before you explode anything else, it's time for your official Royal Class Rankings!"

A glowing, golden board shimmered into view in the middle of the room.

Top 7 – 2nd Year Royal Class Rankings:

1. Zen

2. Lyrielle Caelivara

3. Fiora

4. Elvern

5. Arisella

6. Sylvia

7. Kleez

A moment of silence.

Followed by an EXPLOSION of voices.

"WAIT, KLEEZ?!" half the classroom shouted.

Sylvia dropped her ice crystal. Fiora nearly zapped herself. Even Arisella's wind paused in disbelief.

Kleez gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "I—I'm honored! I knew flirting with danger and professors would pay off!"

[System: Probability of this outcome was 0.00000000001%. Suspected glitch or divine prank.]

Zen narrowed his eyes. "How did he even pass?"

Fiora squinted. "Did he submit his exam answers in glitter glue?"

"He answered one essay question with a poem about cheese," Elvern muttered.

Kleez beamed. "It was emotionally moving."

Lyra blinked. "...It was about melted cheese falling in love with a toaster."

"I cried," Kleez said with a straight face.

[System: Internal logic has combusted. Rebooting belief in the education system...]

Professor Riven raised a hand, clearly unbothered. "Young Kleez's practical scores were... unique."

"You mean he blew up his half of the arena and his opponent's lunch?" Zen asked.

"Yes. But he survived." Riven sipped his tea. "Which was impressive considering he was on fire."

Kleez gave a thumbs-up with a bandaged hand. "Royal Class, Honey!"

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He leaned toward Lyra, eyes twinkling. "Destiny wanted me close to you. I'm rank seven. You're rank two. That's like... divine math."

Zen's face was stone.

[System: Emotional alert—Zen is about to break something. Possibly Kleez's chances at love.]

"Someone check the math on that," Zen muttered.

Professor Riven clapped his hands. "Now then, welcome to Royal Class, where rules bend, chaos is casual, and apparently... love poems about dairy products get you promoted."