Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

As Cardin stood up to answer, a student approached Cardin. "I'm Zora, a sophomore." Zora stopped in front of Cardin and asked for a handshake, which Cardin naturally accepted.

"Oh, I'm Cardin, a first-year." Zora smiled and nodded, looking around, and then spoke again.

"I've heard about you. The strongest among the first graders, and you've even competed with senior Klose from the third grade?" Cardin tilted his head in embarrassment at the sudden praise. Zola continued speaking while looking at Cardin.

"So I came to you because I have something to ask of you."

"Please?" He said he was asking for a favor, but his face had a very shameless expression and arrogant attitude.

"Yes. Since there is no necromancer in the second grade, there is no chance to compete. I came to apply for a practice competition." It is very rare for a second-year student to personally come to a first-year student to apply for a competition.

Therefore, the first-year students in the cafeteria held their breath, waiting for the next conversation between the two.

"I'm sorry this is the first time we meet, but can you agree to my request?" Zora brought up the topic again, and the second-year students standing behind him also spoke to Cardin with sparkling eyes.

"I have a request too! I've always wanted to take on a necromancer!"

"I have to go to the Dungeon of the Dead for homework, can you help me?"

They made their request fearlessly and openly. Was it a request or an order?

"It's not a bad suggestion though." With Cardin's current strength, it would be more beneficial for him to compete with the second year students instead of the first year students.

People grow up at the moment of reaching their limit. It is more advantageous to compete with a sophomore than to win easily against a freshman.

And he can also gain various combat experience, so he can think positively. But there is a problem. If he competes with all the second-year students, it seems that Cardin's personal time will be taken away.

"No matter what, it's easy at the beginning." If you make demands so openly and shamelessly from the beginning, you will soon have the same attitude as your subordinates.

"If you're not careful, you'll become a practice puppet for the second years." Cardin, who had sorted out his thoughts, shook his head slightly and said respectfully.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept your request." He didn't even say the reason for his refusal. Because they came to ask for help, there was no reason to accept their request.

Cardin simply answered respectfully and decisively, without saying anything else. After hearing this, the expressions of the second-year students who had just approached Cardin suddenly froze.

A disappointed look was cast at Cardin, and Zora, who had spoken earlier, frowned and looked unhappy.

"Junior, it's not a good idea to refuse so flatly."

"I have considered it before giving an answer. If it is something that cannot be done, it is polite to refuse outright." Cardin did not give in. Instead, he seemed more calm and leisurely.

"What, because there's no reward? How about preparing a fight fee?" Zora raised his eyebrows, but Cardin still calmly and respectfully rejected his proposal.

"No, no matter how much money you give me, I have no intention of accepting your request." Faced with the calm refusal, Zora was a little flustered for a moment, but soon her face turned red.

"I came here with good intentions, but I was treated like a businessman." Zora showed an unhappy expression, and the students standing behind him began to echo him.

"As the strongest first-year, you think too highly of yourself. That's complacency."

"The civilians seem to have no manners."

"Is this the attitude of a so-called hero candidate towards a senior?" The atmosphere became sinister, and it seemed that a dispute might break out at any time.

The first graders were in a dilemma: should they stop it or call the teacher?

But Cardin didn't care about these looks. He was able to remain calm in this situation.

"I think I have fully expressed my wishes. Please go back." How many first-year students can remain calm in such a situation?

Can a student who is not a noble prince but of common origin reject the threatening demands of his senior and remain calm?

The first graders sighed in their hearts, looking forward to what would happen next.

At this time.

"Don't you feel embarrassed in front of your juniors?" Someone walked towards Cardin and the second-year students from a corner of the cafeteria and said.

The sharp sound that penetrated the heavy atmosphere attracted everyone's attention.

"Matthias?" At the end of their sight was Matthias, a sophomore.

"This is what you do to your juniors. Polite? If you want to be respected, you must be polite first." Mathias stopped beside Cardin, looked at the second-year students, and clicked his lips.

"What a loser. He comes out like this just because his request was rejected. Is he a gangster or a hero?" After hearing what Mathias said, the second-year students just felt uneasy and could not refute.

The opponent is the strongest second-year student. Even if I want to refute him, I can't do it. Even if all the second-year students here come together, they can't defeat this opponent.

In the second grade, no one could confidently come up with various reasons to refute Matthias.

"What a loser." Cardin laughed at the seniors who were so cowardly in front of the strong. Perhaps the reason why Mathias was the only one who received attention among the second graders was not just because he was so strong.

"If you want to compete, I will accompany you to my heart's content. How about it? Who goes first?" Mathias took a step closer to the second years, and the second years took a step back.

"As a senior, not only did he not help, but he bullied me." Seeing the retreat, Mathias smacked his lips and continued.

"And it seems to me that none of you can beat Cardin. Where do you get the confidence to apply for a competition?"

After hearing what Mathias said, most of the second graders felt their self-esteem hurt and clenched their fists.

Then Zora, who was standing in the front, walked towards Mathias with an angry look on his face.