86 – My Divine Child Died Covering Me

“But… is this really okay?”

The instructors monitoring the progress of the Crown Cup looked at each other, puzzled. Since Coleman Academy’s founding, no tournament had seen something quite like this.

For fledgling competitors, the first instinct upon encountering a non-teammate was always how to take them down—those with some strategy might think about how to do it with minimal effort. But forming an alliance with an enemy? That kind of thought didn’t even cross their minds.

The law of the Dark Forest: everyone except your team is the enemy. No one trusted enemies—let alone turned their backs on them.

Forming alliances with other teams wasn’t explicitly against the rules, but it had always been regarded as a breach of unspoken conduct among students. And let’s be honest, these proud, hot-blooded rookies would never stoop to beg someone to join forces.

Would they even be considered young if they weren’t headstrong?

“Still… doesn’t this feel a little unfair to the other teams?”

“Colleagues,” said the elderly instructor whose long white beard brushed the floor, “so long as we are within Coleman Academy, all actions must be governed by the rules. And that includes us, the enforcers.”

“If the rules do not explicitly prohibit teams from forming alliances, then we have no grounds to penalize these two. Besides, they’re not formally allied—they simply encountered one another and chose not to fight. The concept of 'alliances' is nebulous to begin with.”

“We can’t expect them to start wrestling each other the moment they meet just to prove they aren’t colluding. If we enforce that, the Crown Cup becomes overly rigid.”

“It’s precisely because of its endless possibilities that the Crown Cup is what it is. It’s not a shallow test of combat prowess—it encompasses communication, cooperation… aren’t those also student abilities?”

Hearing the Grand Instructor speak, the others gave it some thought and eventually nodded in agreement, tacitly allowing the girls' actions.

“I don’t see the problem,” said another instructor. “Besides Teresa and Wenfu, every other team has at least two members left—some haven’t even lost anyone. Let’s be honest, even if these two are working together, it won’t change the outcome. If they’re going to win, they’ll win. If they’re going to lose, they’ll still lose.”

“Exactly. And even if it is an alliance, they’re not on the same team. Their coordination is probably nothing special—it’s no big deal.”

Back in the Grand Plaza, the audience buzzed with speculation, everyone offering their own take.

Coleman Plaza was packed today—not just with new students who had officially secured enrollment, but with many upperclassmen as well.

Of course, the upperclassmen weren’t here to “study real combat experience.” Their real motivations...

“Gulp… what a pair of big, white bunnies…”

A senior student in a dark uniform stared unblinkingly at the projection of Teresa, swallowing hard. His eyes didn’t even flicker—more focused than he’d ever been in class.

“That size… man, just looking makes you jealous. I’ve never seen such a big pair of rabbits...”

“Is it really that crazy? Let me see…” someone nearby leaned over.

The Academy’s Secret Realm was lined with invisible recording nets, capturing the competitors from all possible angles. The live projection rotated between random views.

Just now, Teresa’s screen had switched to a top-down shot—revealing a soft white “sanctuary” that made many upperclassmen’s hearts itch with longing.

“I wonder which bastard those big white bunnies are gonna end up with,” one senior muttered sourly.

“Is that Astrid? She’s even more beautiful than the rumors said… no wonder she’s a Moon Elf—her skin is like carved jade.”

“Another pair of rabbits! Look at those legs—I mean, those bunnies. So round, so full, like warm milk…”

“So, uh, seniors… what exactly are you here for?” a confused freshman asked.

“Us? Ha! What do you think? We’re here to learn, of course—combat experience!”

“Absolutely. It’s the annual Crown Cup. You have to study it closely.”

“Then why have you all been talking about rabbits?” the freshman asked, bewildered.

“Ahem. What’s wrong with rabbits? Focusing on the simple creatures of nature can ease mental fatigue, you know?”

“But… where are there any rabbits on the screen?”

“Oh, they’re there. Plenty of them,” the senior said meaningfully.

“…Then why can’t I see a single one?”

“That just means your cultivation level isn’t high enough yet.”

The senior patted the newbie’s shoulder. “When you reach the right level, you’ll see them too.”

“…I see…” the freshman said, still very much confused.

***

Back to Teresa.

After agreeing to let Wenfu accompany her, Teresa led the way with her bow in hand, while Wenfu followed closely, hugging her tail obediently.

As they walked, Wenfu quickly realized this golden-haired girl wasn’t much of a talker. Polite and graceful, yes—but unless it was necessary, she wouldn’t say a word.

From her rear side angle, Wenfu could see part of Teresa’s profile.

And also… that eye-catching “milk candy” that swayed gently with each step.

A weird sense of competition suddenly rose in Wenfu’s heart.

She glanced down at her own chest. The comparison gave her a sense of defeat.

Wenfu was considered a top-tier beauty among her peers, but alas—some areas just refused to grow.

How could someone be that big…?

And yet Teresa’s figure was still perfectly proportioned. Not even the slightest hint of imbalance.

For some reason, Wenfu had a sudden, ridiculous thought: If there were a perfect formula for body proportions in this world, it would be based on Teresa’s figure.

They hadn’t spent much time together yet, but Teresa’s elegance left a deep impression—she was clearly from a family with profound upbringing and discipline.

What kind of guy is going to end up with this girl…?

The thought stunned Wenfu herself. She shook her fuzzy ears and tried to banish the odd daydream.

“My teammates were eliminated in the valley skirmish earlier. I don’t know if I’ve asked too much, but… what happened to yours, Miss Teresa?”

Trying to ease the silence between them, Wenfu tentatively brought up a topic.

“......”

At the mention, Teresa’s grip on her bow tightened slightly.

A small part of her felt… that her teammate had, to some extent, been used as bait—sacrificed for her sake.

No… Why would she think that?

It wasn’t like that person was Dylin. Just a low-grade substitute doll, after all.

And look—she was doing perfectly fine now, wasn’t she?

“My apologies—if I asked something uncomfortable, please don’t feel pressured to answer,” Wenfu quickly added when Teresa remained silent.

“It’s alright.” Teresa shook her head. “There were only two of us—me and my Divine Child. He… sacrificed himself earlier to cover my escape.”

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