The awakening continued with several insignificant names called one after another. A few students received Common or Uncommon classes and walked away with defeated expressions. Others awakened Rare support classes — minor buffers and healers — earning polite applause but little excitement.
Then a girl with twin tails stepped forward. She was skinny with a modest chest, but her ample, rounded ass strained noticeably against her pleated skirt as she walked. Lucas noticed her not because of her appearance, but because the Abyss Mirror reacted strongly the moment she stood before it.
The surface shimmered and revealed:
Class: Radiant Lifewarden
Grade: Epic
A collective murmur rose. An Epic-grade healer was rare and highly valuable for any raid team. The girl blushed deeply as staff congratulated her and assigned her to The Proven.
A short while later, Vivienne Laurent's name was called.
The moment her name echoed through the dome, the atmosphere shifted again. Vivienne was widely known for her hot, seductive beauty. Many compared her looks to Chloe Bennett, but most agreed Vivienne was much sexier — more mature curves, bolder presence, and an effortless sensuality that made heads turn.
Lucas leaned slightly toward her and said quietly, "Good luck."
Vivienne gave him a cheeky wink, her amber-brown eyes sparkling with confidence as she walked forward.
A group of her die-hard male fans immediately started whispering loudly enough for nearby students to hear.
"Fuck… look at that body. That red dress is criminal."
"Her ass and hips are insane… the way it sways when she walks."
"Those white stockings are doing God's work. I'd kill to be the mirror right now."
"Chloe might be the pure jewel, but Vivienne is pure fire. No contest."
Vivienne stopped in front of the Abyss Mirror, completely unbothered by the comments. She stood tall, the red dress hugging her curvy, well-proportioned figure, soft shawl draped over her shoulders.
The mirror churned violently.
For several long seconds, the surface turned completely white with frost patterns spreading across it like cracking ice. Then the image exploded into view:
A majestic female warrior clad in crystalline ice armor, wielding a massive frost spear and a shield made of frozen void shards. Her presence radiated absolute control over ice and winter itself.
Text formed in shimmering ice-blue runes:
Class: Frostbound Valkyrie
Grade: Legendary
The entire dome went deathly silent for one heartbeat.
Then it exploded.
"LEGENDARY!"
"Another Legendary class!"
"Frostbound Valkyrie… that's an S-rank combat support hybrid!"
"No way… two Legendaries in one batch already?!"
Even Vivienne herself looked stunned, her warm amber eyes wide with disbelief. She had hoped for Epic at best. Legendary was beyond her wildest expectations.
Lucas, standing a few steps away, was genuinely shocked. He hadn't expected this from her either. His blue eyes narrowed slightly as he reassessed the sexy blonde.
Back in the professors' observation lounge, the reaction was even more intense.
The sly-faced professor with grey glasses licked his lips at the sight of Vivienne's body on the screen, but the moment the Legendary class appeared, his desire flipped from lust to pure ambition.
He slammed his hand on the table and declared in a commanding, arrogant tone, "No one approaches her. She is mine. I will make her my personal student."
The plump Professor Harlan scoffed loudly but stayed silent, knowing better than to argue.
The golden-haired woman professor with the devastating, busty figure wanted to argue, but she thought it best not to provoke him and kept quiet.
Then a lazy, sultry voice echoed from the corner of the room.
"And who gives you the right?"
The entire table fell silent.
The sly professor turned his head slowly.
Sitting in the corner was a mature beauty with effortless grace, long silver-white hair cascading in soft waves down her back like liquid moonlight. Her violet eyes glowed with warm, dangerous allure and a body that radiated pure seduction — full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist, and dangerously wide hips that made her simple professor's robe look obscene. Her name was Professor Seraphina Hale.
She was known for never taking a personal interest in students and rarely showing interest in anyone. The fact that she had spoken up at all was shocking.
Seraphina leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, red lips curved in a lazy, dangerous smile.
The sly-faced professor with grey glasses straightened in his seat, his arrogant expression faltering for just a moment under Seraphina's lazy gaze.
Professor Sylas Morcant cleared his throat and tried to regain control. "I merely meant—"
Seraphina Voss cut him off with a single raised brow. She didn't need to raise her voice. Everyone in the observation lounge knew exactly why even seasoned professors feared her.
Seraphina had been in the same batch as Evelyn Vanderbilt. They had been best friends during their university days, both placed in the elite Apex group. While most professors here were only A-rank, Seraphina had reached S-rank at the youngest age in the university's entire history. Her power, combined with her close friendship with the Void Sovereign, made her untouchable. No one wanted to risk drawing the ire of two S-rank women who had once dominated the same halls.
Professor Sylas wisely chose to stay silent after that. The plump Professor Harlan also kept his mouth shut. Even the golden-haired professor simply offered Seraphina a small, respectful nod.
The lounge fell quiet once more as they returned their attention to the live feed.
Back inside the awakening dome, Vivienne Laurent walked back toward Lucas, still looking slightly dazed by her own result. Her red dress swayed with every step, the white stockings catching the light as her curvy hips moved.
Lucas turned to her with a genuine smile — rare for him.
"Frostbound Valkyrie… Legendary grade," he said, voice low but impressed. "I didn't know I was talking to someone who would end up in Apex. My apologies."
Vivienne let out a soft, delighted giggle, her amber-brown eyes sparkling. The praise clearly pleased her.
"Oh my… I didn't know you were so good at flattery," she teased, playfully tilting her head. "It still feels like a dream. I thought I'd be lucky to get Epic."
Before Lucas could reply, another name echoed through the dome.
"Chloe Bennett!"
Chloe turned to Alex with a soft, nervous smile. Her brunette hair framed her cute face beautifully, and her modest chest rose with a deep, steadying breath. The navy pencil skirt hugged her peach-shaped butt as she shifted her weight in her heels.
Alex reached out and gently clutched her hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. His voice was quiet but sincere.
"You've got this."
Chloe nodded, her cheeks flushing that familiar, adorable pink. She gave his hand one last gentle press before letting go and walking toward the Abyss Mirror.
The entire hall watched her — the jewel of the Bennett family, the shy but noble princess who had been dating the Vanderbilt heir for over a year. Cameras from the media drones outside were still broadcasting every moment.
Chloe stopped in front of the tall, liquid-black mirror. Her reflection stared back at her from the rippling surface.
The Abyss Mirror began to churn slowly, almost gently, as if sensing her delicate presence. Soft light started to gather at its center.
Everyone held their breath — Alex most of all. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, eyes fixed on the mirror and the girl he loved.