บท 117: Sweep Across Five Areas I

After the Black Mirror red-crested cyclopean cryptid killed Hill Woods, it disappeared from the mysterious realm along with a vast light pillar of pure magic that dropped from the sky.

For a split second, the imprinted points on Grimm's forehead beneath his Ashen Mask frantically increased like the tide. A figure of 4077 appeared in Grimm's mind.

"So much?" Grimm was internally aghast.

With the passage of time, the majority of points accumulated by the students would be increasingly concentrated in a powerful minority. The speed of obtaining points would constantly increase in accordance with this reasoning. Yet, seeing how Hill Woods had gotten 4075 points in only two days, wasn't his score too extreme?

At the same time, Grimm was certain of a hypothesis in his mind.