I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor narrowed his eyes and stood on the same spot, not having any intention to move over and apply.

He was at the second stage of the Qi Condensation realm.

Purely based on his combat sense which had been influenced by his eldritch form, his level of mastery in all cultivation arts which he had learnt, his combat prowess was in the middle level of the Qi Condensation realm.

Eryndor believed that he had a chance to make it in this team, but he simply felt that it wasn't right.

It was the teachings of The Academy ingrained into him.

It didn't sit right with him to deal with an anomaly which they had no information of.

Or is it that Master Troy is withholding information on the anomaly?

That could be a possibility as well.

Even though he had that thought, Eryndor didn't move.

He watched as multiple disciples applied to enter the team and were taken away.

He also saw the young boy from before entering the main building of the Training Camp.

This time he wasn't alone, but was holding hands with a young girl.

Damn, lucky guy.

There was a minor commotion as both of them entered.

Hmm, there was no such thing the last time this young man was present in the main building.

Eryndor thought. He wasn't wrong.

When he accepted the mission regarding the iron armored anaconda, the young boy was present as well, there was no such thing at that time.

The only different thing is the addition of that young girl, so this minor commotion is because of her?

Eryndor glanced at Master Troy still standing beside the board and gave up his thoughts on using Cognitive Scrying even if it was on a disciple.

He wasn't going to take chances.

Eryndor watched both of them apply to enter the team, after which they were taken away by a staff into a different room just like all the previous disciples who applied.

Eryndor wasn't afraid of looking out of place just standing in the hall as there were numerous other disciples who didn't have any intention of joining the team but were watching how things proceeded.

As the news was being circulated increasingly fast among the disciples, gradually, a large number of them began rushing into the main building and applying at the counter.

Just like the situation with the young boy and young girl, a commotion occurred every now and then when certain disciples appeared.

One time he even saw a disciple enter the main hall covered in blood from head to toe.

The blood was sizzling hot even as she walked towards the counter.

Her expression was indifferent, with a mace in one hand and a cluster of skulls tied together by a string in the other hand.

She was the one who elicited the largest commotion from the crowd out of all the disciples who had applied to enter the team.

Approximately an hour later, the applications stopped being accepted.

There was still no sign of the students who were taken away for screening though.

Eryndor didn't have to wait for long, as around twenty minutes later as the crowd of disciples watching the show began thinning, a row of disciples entered the main hall from one of the doors.

They were the ones who had applied to enter the team.

But they soon learned that the ones in the front were the disqualified ones as they dispersed or joined the crowd of disciples watching everything.

In the end, the disciples who were successful in joining the team entered the hall.

There was no different attire which was granted to them, or any kind of special weapon.

As soon as they arrived, Master Troy moved for the first time.

One second he was beside the board, the next? He was in front of them.

Wow, what level is he at? I didn't even see or sense him move.

Eryndor thought. He didn't even sense a minute amount of the aura of Qi when Master Troy moved.

Had he learned a cultivation art to mask his level, or could Eryndor not sense it because the gap between them was too vast?

Or it could also be that his raw physicality was so powerful that for him it was just taking a single step while for Eryndor it was akin to teleporting.

Master Troy didn't say anything, but simply looked over the disciples chosen and nodded his head in satisfaction before opening his mouth.

"Let's go. I'm sure you've all already gotten the instructions, so just make sure to follow them."

His voice was low and rough.

The chosen disciples nodded before following him out of the door.

Once he was out, Eryndor waited for a few minutes before immediately using his Cognitive Scrying on the few remaining disciples in the main hall.

Oh? So that's the case.

The young boy and the young girl were named Ruther and Remi respectively.

They were from a kingdom which wasn't far from this Training Camp, similarly situated on the edge of the Cultivation world.

It was a bit unique in the sense that the pure blooded people of that kingdom looked younger than they were actually aged.

Ruther and Remi were both in their early twenties, but looked like they were in their mid teens.

The reason there was a minor commotion was because Remi was a ranker, ranking ninety second, thus she had plenty of fame on top of her already rare situation.

The bloodied disciple with a mace who elicited the highest uproar was Gloria.

She was ranked fourth, and was also the strongest of the disciples who joined the team.

Eryndor found a couple more pieces of information from the surrounding disciples using Cognitive Scrying, and left the main hall after accepting one more mission.

This time he had managed to take on one of the more popular missions before the limit was reached, therefore he knew that other disciples would be present at the other hunting spot as well.

Well, let's hope information is soon released about what happens with that team.