Adolf slammed his palm hard on the table. The whole surface shook violently. Pencils lying flat on it tumbled to the floor.

"So, your situation is not only that the seal isn’t broken yet—you’ve also been forced into a contract with that dragon?" Adolf was fuming with rage.

"What can I do?" Sky Qi cursed loudly. "Damn it! How was I supposed to know she could force a contract on me?"

Adolf felt utterly exhausted. Problems kept piling up nonstop. The magic array wasn’t cracked yet, and now Sky Qi had caused another mess.

Being the Continent Strongest was truly frustrating.

Sealed and enslaved—it made Adolf want to laugh out loud. If not for his dignity, he’d have burst out already. His feigned shock and anger only hid the twitch on his face.

"By the way, you skipped class this morning. The subject teacher seems quite displeased with you," Adolf said.

As a freshman’s first lesson, the teacher would naturally think him undisciplined or arrogant—believing he didn’t need to learn at all.

Sky Qi admitted learning was endless. But these professors had nothing on him. Only masters like Adolf in magic arrays or Lin Xiarri in Spatial Magic, whose skills were unparalleled, could fill his gaps.

Adolf just wanted Sky Qi to show the professors respect. Skipping class on day one was like slapping them in the face. Even as the Continent Strongest, he shouldn’t blatantly break academy rules.

At the very least, pretending to be a well-behaved student was necessary.

Sky Qi understood. He simply nodded slightly, signaling he wouldn’t repeat it.

Adolf breathed a sigh of relief. If Sky Qi had been stubborn, saving face would’ve been hard. As long as he acted like a student without big trouble, Adolf could cover for him. The Continent Strongest couldn’t be a fool.

"Alright, I’ll keep cracking this magic array," Adolf waved his hand. "Remember afternoon class. Magic Class 3."

Since Sky Qi was the fallen Continent Strongest, Adolf assigned him to the academy’s strongest—and most troublesome—class.

It was a chaotic den where strength ruled. Mostly nobles’ children, even a marshal’s daughter.

Their only trait? Jaw-dropping power. Each had a specialty. The weakest was B Rank. By rank standards, Sky Qi’s sealed strength put him at the bottom.

Of course, ranks didn’t tell all. In a real fight, beating him now was doubtful.

These lawless students ignored everyone. They skipped tournaments as they pleased. Arrogant youths spent days on dates. Some even fought in underground matches.

This made old headmaster Adolf deeply anxious. His S-Rank status gave him some authority, but he couldn’t watch them constantly.

Stuffing Sky Qi into this class was like dropping a bomb.

Placing him in this monster den was the best choice. Though he likely didn’t care about them… The fully powered Sky Qi would disregard everything in the world.

Now, Adolf had to guard against the dragon and protect Sky Qi. But managing the dragon was impossible—it’d probably cling to Sky Qi all day.

Adolf shook his head with a bitter smile and buried himself in the magic array again.

At noon, Sky Qi headed to the cafeteria to freeload another meal.

The place was impressive. Walls gleamed with pure white magic marble tiles. Glass doors were anti-magic bulletproof. Shimmering silver-white crystal chandeliers hung overhead.

Dishes overflowed: red-braised wild boar swimming in chili oil, smoked Qianling bird wings, stir-fried Hidden Star greens, Sword melon clear soup.

Far better than his usual food. Sky Qi considered staying long-term. Half a day of freeloading, and he was already hooked.

He grabbed his bowl and devoured everything. Onlookers stared at his bizarre eating style. He gobbled like a starved ghost—rude yet oddly elegant.

His posture was flawless. Standard movements at lightning speed looked comically absurd.

Like a perfect action sped up fivefold—utterly strange.

His clean, handsome face didn’t scream country bumpkin. Others just glanced in surprise before resuming chats.

Sky Qi’s stomach was a bottomless interdimensional warehouse. After three huge bowls of rice, his belly stayed flat. Close observers found it creepy.

No one sat with him. Alone at his table, he kept refilling his plate. Not a drop of soup or grain of rice was wasted—everything vanished into his mouth.

He felt no embarrassment, ignoring astonished stares.

Sky Qi thought: It’s free. I’ll eat this old man bankrupt. With so many high-end dishes free, not gorging would be stupid.

Others stopped caring. His style was just weird—elegantly devouring with perfect posture. That described Sky Qi’s eating.

Done! He slapped his bowl and chopsticks, strode out, activated WindStride, and reached the dorm in seconds. The girls’ dormitory felt a sudden gust. A door flew open and slammed shut.

Girls in the corridor were caught off guard. The wind lifted their skirts, flashing skin.

Luckily inside the dorm. Outside, men would’ve lost control.

The girls complained unhappily, "Why use magic just to return to the dorm?"

But Sky Qi had no choice! Magic was his cover. Walking openly into the girls’ dorm and leisurely opening a door would make him look like a pervert.