Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Chapter 616: An Encounter

”You want to see the principal?” Lira asked in surprise, her brows lifting. Then, with a touch of regret, she added, ”I’m afraid that’s above my clearance. You can go through Instructor Yara for that though, I think.”

Michael nodded in understanding. It would have been odd if just any student could request an audience with the academy’s head. Still, curiosity tugged at him—especially after everything he’d seen so far.

Unfortunately, when they found Instructor Yara and he made his request, her response wasn’t what he hoped for.

”The principal?” Yara repeated before exhaling softly. ”I don’t know why he wanted to meet you so soon, but I’m afraid you’ll have to wait. Something came up today that required both his and the vice principal’s direct attention.”

Her expression was composed but apologetic. ”Until they’re done, there’s nothing we can do.”

Michael gave a slight nod, masking the faint disappointment that flickered across his face. ”Understood.”

He didn’t linger. There was no point pressing further. After thanking her, he turned to leave.

Michael found himself walking aimlessly for a moment, considering whether to just retire to his villa and rest.

That was when Lira, who had been trailing behind, spoke up suddenly, her tone bright again. ”Hey—since we can’t see the principal right now, how about we check out the academy eatery instead?”

Michael raised a brow at her suggestion. ”The eatery?”

She grinned. ”You’ve seen the dorms already. Might as well see what the academy serves its students. Trust me—it’s worth it.”

He paused for a moment, then chuckled quietly. Though he was a True Human now, a trace of his old self lingered — and that self had always appreciated good food.

”Fine,” he said, a faint smile forming on his lips. ”Lead the way.”

Lira’s grin widened.

And so, the two turned away from the administrative wing and headed down the path toward the dining sector of the academy — where, according to Lira, ”the real test of taste” awaited.

As they were on their way, a sharp voice suddenly cut through the quiet path.

”You two!”

Both Michael and Lira stopped and turned toward the source.

A group of people stood a short distance away.

The one at the front, clearly the leader, looked to be in his mid-twenties.

His dark hair was tied loosely behind his head, his posture confident.

He had a certain refined aura around him.

Lira’s face immediately paled when she recognized him. Her earlier ease vanished, replaced by a tension that made her grip her sleeve subconsciously.

Michael noticed her reaction first and frowned slightly, turning his attention to the youth who was now approaching them with measured steps.

The young man’s eyes fixed on him. ”You’re Michael, right?” he asked, voice calm.

Michael blinked once, momentarily thrown off by the abrupt question. Still, he replied evenly, ”Yes.”

At the same time, his gaze sharpened slightly as he observed the man before him. The youth’s presence was powerful.

At least he was undoubtedly stronger than the assistant teacher Arlen, the level 47 archer Michael had met during the third round of the college exams in the Academy territory in the Land of Origin.

Michael couldn’t tell if this strength came from a higher level or simply from a better foundation. There was power in the man’s energy, but not the crushing pressure of a Rank 3 Awakener.

So he hasn’t crossed into the next rank yet, Michael thought. Still, he’s close.

The man’s confidence wasn’t baseless—but it wasn’t enough to make Michael take him seriously either.

”Why?” Michael asked quietly. ”Do you need something?”

The youth’s lips curved faintly, though it wasn’t quite a smile. Before he could answer, Michael suddenly felt it—a faint but unmistakable gaze brushing against his body like invisible fingers.

A probing force.

Someone was using a detection skill on him.

Michael’s expression cooled immediately. The feeling was all too familiar—the distinct sense of a foreign gaze prying into his information.

So he actually used [Detect] on me directly.

The more he grew, the more Michael started to feel irritated about this gesture.

On the other hand, the other party’s previously calm gaze became serious.

Lira’s heart sank. Cold sweat formed on her forehead as she stepped slightly closer to Michael, her voice barely above a whisper. ”Michael... let’s leave,” she muttered under her breath.

Michael turned to look at her. He was really confused at the moment.

For one, he wondered who this person was that could instantly change Lira demeanour.

What was his status?

Lira recognized him at once. That was Ryn Halvane, a fifth-year student this semester and a level 50 Magic Swordsman—holder of a Special-Grade Class.

Two years ago, he had already reached the ceiling of Rank 2 at level 50 and begun comprehending a Law.

Since then, he had refined himself to an almost unnatural degree.

While his advancement had halted at the precipice of Rank 3, no one at the academy thought him stagnant. That ”step away” from ascension was the kind of step that separated the merely strong from the truly terrifying. His mana density, spirit synchronization, and law comprehension were said to be at a level that even some Rank 3s could not match.

Among fifth-years, he was ranked at least within the top twenty—though if one considered only those below Rank 3, he was easily among the top five. He had represented the academy twice in the Intercontinental Awakener Tournaments, earning recognition everywhere.

Lira’s stomach tightened the longer she looked at him. Someone of his standing did not stop first-years—or even third-years—without reason. His kind rarely wasted breath on trivial matters. For a fifth-year at the peak of Rank 2 to appear here, in person, and call out to them so casually... It meant something.

She ran through the possibilities quickly.

Was it the principal’s doing? Or perhaps something tied to Michael himself?

Every option she considered made her pulse quicken.

It was then Lira remembered something else—something about Ryn Halvane.