Classroom To Another World's

Crown Mountain Preceptor

On their way, Zen and his comrades travel by air. The vastness of the forest, the vastness of the swamp, and the sheer number of monsters were not a nuisance to them at all. Using an airboard, not only is it fast, but it also exercises focus and control of where they are. Sure, they don't travel 24/7. Rest when going weak is one way to have a higher chance of living.

It's a pity to use the airboard to make them unaware of Dans' group. The trees below were too dense and the sound of the angina gusts above distorted the sound. Moreover, they felt they had no business to look down on all the time. Focusing on getting the quickest time to get an initial goal is what they are doing right now.

Now the four of them are at the foot of a mountain that is allegedly as Preceptor Crown Mountain. How do they know? They saw a map. Maps that have been drawn by Goldwin and stored digitally in a memory card made by Meta.

The four of them came down and stood on a large rock at the end of the swamp.

“We're down here, Brother Zen?”

“According to the map, the entrance is precisely at the foot of the mountain.”

They observed the majestic rock mountain before them. Not a mountain made of black rock and gloomy nuances, this time the mountain in front of them really gives a beautiful natural feel complete with dense trees, moss attached to the rock, and the, wet soil is fertile, and various fauna live there.

But make no mistake. Those with stunning bright colors shrewdly hid the poison. Inside that natural mountain, inside were dangerous monsters that would not hesitate to crush more than 20 of their bones simultaneously. They were emotionless monsters.

The dangers and threats at the Crown Mountain Preceptor are undeniable. Just as they landed their feet and stood on the rock, they felt a tremor. The four of them jumped simultaneously to take distance from whatever was coming.

“Raahhh..!”

The four of them looked at the stepping stone that was now transformed into a stone golem. They were two to three times larger than ordinary humans. His hands were made of sturdy stone and smashed a bunch of trees as it swung. Every step, he made the Earth tremble. His roar breathed out angina and gave intimidation.

“Golem again? Let me beat him with my new style!” My hands are clenched.

*glash!* *dar!*

Zen pulled out the sword using his right hand. In the moment of slashing the sword in the air, a golden-coloured blade that was also enveloped in smoldering flames materialized. The golden blade floated and slashed the body of the golem. Creating explosions. In one strike, Zen managed to crush the stone golem and lift the dust into the curtain of the stage cover.

“Sorry, but I want to try my new strength.” Zen smiled slightly.

“Kak Zen cheated! Though I also want to hit him!” Just puffing his cheeks. It even makes it cute when it comes to snoring.

“Already, already, soon we will overcome many enemies,” said Zen while stroking Sekar's head.

The relationship between the two of them gradually improved since Zen lost his left hand. Sekar slowly showed his closeness to Zen. In fact, now he does not hesitate to use the term brother.

Zen himself, after he had lost his left hand, was lucky that he had managed to absorb the Phoenix Core. He imagined absorbing the Phoenix Core would be like the cultivation novels of the Bamboo Curtain Country and was lucky he succeeded. Now he had the fire affinity and Phoenix regeneration ability. Growing limbs is not impossible. Furthermore, the cells that undergo aging are rejuvenated. It means he's immortal as long as he's not killed.

“How to say it, yes? Good thing you guys are being close.”

“Hmm? What do you mean, Albert? Are we like enemies?”

“True, I and Brother Zen ‘kan always peaceful?”

Zen and Sekar chimed in on Prince Albert's comments about their relationship. Though it is clear that Sekar once wanted to kill Zen during their first meeting.

“Until when do you want to joke? No kidding, please?” meta Sahut.

“Sorry, Brother Meta.”

In front of Meta is a light cube on which one side shows a map image of the area they are currently in. It's hard to read. Not because the picture was taken with poor quality, but the style of Goldwin image is similar to the floor plan on the wedding invitation. Just point out the important points. From here to here, from here to here. It shows no distance or scale. Also, their informants had not visited the Crown Mountain Preceptor for hundreds of years. The objects on the map are mostly swallowed by nature.

“Excuse me, I found a suspicious stone door. Should we go in here?” Prince Albert called from a distance. His hand pointed at a stone door that was gaping wide like the entrance of a cave.

The stone door has no door. Two white stone pillars become supports on the right and left sides. The more it goes up, the darker it gets. The top is on the top side of the door. Its dark color identifies it as obsidian. There are also some etched relief patterns. Sweetheart can hardly be enjoyed due to the inedible wear of the times.

Behind the stone door seems to have been hit by a landslide. There is a slippery sloping ground pile. It was a miracle for the big door not to be buried with his body. Or maybe the direction was indeed bringing them underground?

In front of that gaping door, such nuances as going into an abandoned hospital were felt. The one who is not trained in a life-and-death fight will stand on his back. Meta and Prince Albert just goosebumps.

“Hmm? On this map it is not said that this is the entrance.” Meta enlarges the map displayed.

“If I think this is true. Which Goldwin Master could possibly create a map that was 100% comprehensible? There must be a little bit of clumsiness.”

“I follow you sisters only. You don't know anything.”

“Zen statement sounds reasonable.”

Meta looked at them one by one. He then exhaled and said, “You guys, can't be more critical?”

“Already!” answer three of them simultaneously.

“Ugh, okay. Let's go in...” Only consent can be given by the losing party in the vote. The power of numbers is the main basis for winning elections.

So what else do you want? The four of them entered the suspicious door.

Just as soon as the Zen group left, now replace the group of Dans who came. Dans breathed heavily because he was the one who fought the most. Earlier, when he found out Zen was flying above them, the five of them sped up a step to get here.

“Sial, they're gone.” Dans whimpering.

Dayat looked at the terrain closely. He realized that the fight had just happened here. Visible from the explosion and heat. “Calm down, guys, they just left. We can still catch up with them.”

“Quiet, looks like they're climbing a mountain. I know the secret route,” Suzuka said.

Suzuka drew closer to the leafless door that Zen et al. had just entered, yet she did not enter. It's headed to one side, where an avalanche of land is stockpiling there.

“Here. There should be a door that leads straight to the top from here. This gate with an obsidian roof was an area of punishment. There are many dangers in it. As I recall, next to him was a neighboring passageway that would take us straight to the top. Direct to the old academy page.”

“Side, let me use wind magic!” sahur Dayat's.

*wush!*

A gust of wind from Dayat's magic revealed a worn-out iron door that had been dirty from the ground. Subsequently Dans forcibly broke down the iron door using a mana-reinforced attack. The rest of them climbed hundreds of stairs leading to the top.

Well….

Too bad Zen et. wrong way….