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Chapter 404 Chapter-404

"Ladies and gentlemen, it\'s the moment we\'ve all been waiting for. We are about to perform the final sacred ritual to commence this Academic Exchange Event: \'The Blowing Of The Holy Trumpet,\'" the commentator, Sam, announced.

"It\'s your turn. Don\'t mess it up, okay?" Fiona said as she looked at Anon. However, she noticed that Anon was continuously staring at the sky with his sunglasses on.

"Oi, are you sleeping?" Fiona asked, touching Anon\'s cheek with her finger.

"Hmm...? What happened? Is it my turn already?" Anon woke up and looked around in confusion.

"Calm down, Mr. Jule. It\'s not your fault; you are a man, after all," the Queen reassured as she turned her attention back to the commentator.

\'What does she mean by that? I will not tolerate such disrespect,\' Anon thought as he glanced at Fiona.

\'Master, it\'s your time to blow the trumpet,\' Jessica\'s voice echoed in Anon\'s mind.

\'What trumpet?\' Anon asked with a puzzled expression.

\'Do you see that large trumpet on the Colosseum\'s wall?\' Jessica asked.

Anon immediately looked around and noticed a massive white trumpet made from bones mounted on the Colosseum.

\'Wow... that\'s a trumpet? I thought it was just a large bone or something. Do I have to blow it?\' Anon was amazed as he gazed at the colossal trumpet on the wall.

\'No, master. They will bring you a smaller trumpet, and you will have to blow that one,\' Jessica explained.

\'Oh... okay, but why is that trumpet over there?\' Anon inquired.

\'That was used only once when this tournament was held for the first time in the Elven Kingdom... I think it was 5000 years ago. After that, no one was able to blow that trumpet. It takes a very high physical toll on your body to pick it up and blow air into it.

No Elf can blow it alone. You need at least 10 Elves just to lift it. That\'s why they will give you a smaller version of this trumpet. Look behind you; the servants are coming to you with the trumpet,\' Jessica informed.

Anon turned around immediately and saw an identical but smaller trumpet in a servant\'s hand.

"I would like to request our today\'s guest, Mr. Jule, who also represents the Queen of our kingdom in this Academic Exchange Event, to blow the Trumpet and start this tournament," Sam announced.

Anon stood up from his chair, grabbed the trumpet from the servant\'s hand, which was crafted from a Demon Bull\'s horn with a textured grip.

\'How do I play it?\' Anon asked.

\'Just keep it facing towards the sky and blow air with full pressure into its hole. That will do the job,\' Jessica explained.

\'Okay...\' Anon said as he placed his mouth on the trumpet\'s hole and blew air into it with full pressure.

Crack

Boooom

Suddenly, the trumpet burst due to the high air pressure.

"Ah, shit. I am sorry... I was—" Anon began to speak but stopped when he saw Fiona.

"No problem, bring him another one," Fiona ordered the servant.

"Ahahah... it seems Mr. Jule used too much strength. Well, there\'s a reason why our Queen chose him," Sam tried to break the silence after the awkward incident.

The servant brought another trumpet and handed it to Anon.

"Mr. Jule, apply less pressure while blowing," Mrs. Glen advised with a smile.

Anon took the trumpet and blew it again, this time with half the pressure.

Crack

Booom

The trumpet broke again.

Silence engulfed the entire Colosseum.

"What is wrong with this kid?"

"Why is he flaunting his strength?"

"What an arrogant individual!"

"Why did the Queen select someone with such an attitude?"

The audience began to talk negatively about Anon.

"Mr. Jule, is this a joke? Because it\'s not funny anymore," Fiona asked.

"I\'m not joking. I used only half the pressure that I used in the first attempt. Hey, get me another one," Anon said.

The servant promptly returned with another trumpet and handed it to Anon.

Anon held the trumpet in his hands and examined it carefully.

\'This time I\'ll blow with my minimum possible capacity,\' Anon thought as he gently touched the trumpet\'s hole with his lips and blew into it slowly.

CRACK

Booom

The trumpet broke again.

"What the heck is his problem?"

"Why is he displaying such arrogance?"

"What an insolent young man!"

"Why did the Queen choose such an individual?"

Audience members began to criticize Anon.

"Mr. Jule, is this some kind of a joke?" Fiona asked in an irritated tone.

"I am not joking. I used the least amount of pressure this time. Get me another one," Anon demanded.

The servant went back, brought another trumpet, and handed it to Anon.

Anon held the trumpet, eyeing it carefully.

\'This time, I\'ll barely blow into it,\' Anon thought. He gently touched the trumpet\'s hole with his lips and blew air into it with the smallest amount of force.

CRACK

Booom

The trumpet broke once more.

"That\'s it. Maison, you do it," Fiona ordered angrily.

"B-But, My Queen, this is a task that can only be done by your chosen candidate..." Maison began to speak, but Fiona interrupted him.

"Don\'t argue with me, Maison. Just blow the goddamn thing and get it over with," Fiona snapped.

"Do it," Mrs. Glen added with a cunning smile.

"Y-Yes, My Queen," Maison said, signaling for the servant to bring him another trumpet.

"Mr. Jule, are you happy after making fun—" Fiona started to speak, but she immediately noticed that he was missing from his spot.

"My Queen, he\'s over there," Maison pointed towards the arena.

Everyone turned their attention to Anon, who was walking towards Sam.

"I-Is something wrong, Mr. Jule?" Sam asked, looking worried.

Anon was furious after what had just happened. He refused to be mocked by the entire Colosseum filled with ignorant elves who knew nothing about raw strength.

"These fucking twats... they think I\'m joking. The truth is, your instrument is extremely fragile; it can\'t withstand my power," Anon said angrily. He removed his coat, rolled up his shirt\'s sleeves, and took off his shoes.

"Hold this..." Anon ordered in a deep voice, handing his coat and shoes to Sam.

"Y-Yes..." Sam replied, taking the items.

"What is this kid doing?" Fiona wondered as she looked at Anon with confusion.

"He\'s heading for the Ancient Trumpet," Maison said.

"What?" Mrs. Glen exclaimed as she stood up from her seat and watched Anon in shock.

\'Master, what are you doing? You won\'t be able to lift that trumpet. It\'s incredibly heavy, and once you touch it, your magic will be sealed.

You\'ll only embarrass yourself in front of the entire kingdom,\' Jessica cautioned.

\'Shut up,\' Anon replied angrily.

He began to run toward the trumpet and suddenly leaped toward the wall.

\'He\'s going to humiliate himself... Yes,\' Maison and Mrs. Glen thought, smiling as they observed Anon\'s actions.

Thud

Surprisingly, to everyone\'s amazement, Anon landed successfully on top of the Colosseum\'s wall.

Anon started walking toward the trumpet, his expression still filled with anger.

"Sir, here\'s your trumpet—" the servant tried to say as he attempted to give it to Maison, but Maison immediately stopped him.

"Wait, I want to see this," Maison said.

"You fuckers want to hear the trumpet\'s sound...? I\'ll give you the trumpet\'s sound," Anon declared as he reached the giant trumpet and grasped it from its base.

"Ah, I can\'t watch this. I\'m going... just consider him out of the tournament," Fiona said with a disappointed expression as she began walking toward the exit of the room.

"Oh, no..." Maison exclaimed.

"What\'s going on?" Fiona immediately turned around and looked at Anon.

What she witnessed was very shocking: Anon lifted the massive trumpet with his bare hands. Not only did he lift it, but he also held it high in the air, facing it toward the sky, as it should be.

Fiona turned back and hurried forward to get a closer look.

"No fucking way..." Fiona mumbled as her eyes widened in shock.

"Howthe Fuck is that even possible?" Jessica wondered as she watched Anon from the audience section with the same shocked expression as everyone else inside the Colosseum.

Anon inhaled air into his lungs, expanded his chest, and placed his lips on the trumpet\'s hole.

\'FUCK OFF\' Anon thought as he blew all of the air into the trumpet with full force.

The engraved markings on the trumpet came to life, glowing green as Anon blew air into it.

Once the engravings reached their maximum intensity, sound began to emanate from the trumpet.

BHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

The sound of the trumpet was so deafeningly loud and sharp that everyone had to cover their ears to protect themselves from going deaf.

Even Fiona had to shield her ears.

The sound from the trumpet traveled all the way to the Elf Kingdom\'s coastlines.

Inside a house on the Elf Kingdom\'s coastlines...

"What was that sound?" an elderly man inside the house asked his son.

"I don\'t know, Father... perhaps some child playing with a noisy toy," his son replied.

"No, I recognize that sound. Take me to the Colosseum," the father demanded.

"Are you sure, Father? Considering your age..."

"Just take me to the Colosseum, son. Consider it my last wish," the father insisted.

"Yes, let me call a carriage," the son said as he stood up and left the room promptly.

[Skill (Deafening Roar) Has Been Successfully Acquired.]