Returning to reality from the dream, Lin was a little disappointed, but more than that, he was at a loss. The other him had exposed a problem that he had been unwilling to think about before. Even if he found Earth, how was he going to go back?
This feeling of helplessness that he could only see but not touch deeply hit him. Marco Lin said that he had lost his soul as he dragged his feet back to his room and threw himself face down on his bed.
A certain Lich, who was full of doubts, looked at this scene and was unable to ask anything. He could only stare blankly at a certain someone as he left. Perhaps that person didn't even know what had happened. Even the burns on his body had mostly healed, but he didn't feel anything.
What a ridiculous thing this was.
However, the biggest irony in life was that no matter how ridiculous it was, life still had to go on and work had to be completed. Although someone had left the academy's anniversary celebration midway, as the saying went, no matter who was missing, the world would still operate as usual. The celebration, which had been arranged and planned long ago, ended peacefully with the cooperation of everyone in the academy.
Probably the only person who wanted to express his dissatisfaction was Steiner III of the Zilin Kingdom. The damage to the royal family's ancestral tent could not be repaired by any skilled craftsman. In particular, the material of this large tent had the secret function of restricting the magic power and authority of a mage. Although it was not to the extent of banning magic, it could still greatly reduce the combat power of a mage.
Now that the legendary Lord Demon King had opened a hole that could not be mended, he did not have the face to ask for compensation, to compensate with a large tent with the same function. What was the point of compensating? Facts had proven that it could not restrict a mage of that level.
Secondly, the function of restricting magic was a secret. If it was exposed, it would only put him in a disadvantageous position. So what else could he do? He could only leave some harsh words and leave. The dignity of a king could not be offended. However, whether it would be a superficial reprimand or a revenge action depended on the situation.
At the beginning of a new year, although a year was not enough time for a new education system to form a tradition that had been tested and tested. However, the advantage of having fewer people was presented here. All kinds of flexible adjustments and everyone's cooperation without objection allowed someone to withdraw from the front line of teaching.
After consulting with Juan Javier and Eli Huber, the teaching of language P and natural science was taken over by Eli. Juan still preferred to teach miscellaneous magic. In the past year, not only were the apprentices learning new knowledge, but the magicians and Grand Magicians were also learning. With such a foundation, it was more than enough for Eli to teach those children who were as white as a sheet of paper.
As for the children who had the foundation, they participated in Juan Javier's new P language practical course, which was a project design. To put it bluntly, a certain great magician had an idea to make money in programming languages, and then pulled a group of children with basic knowledge to work for free.
With the new mages from the Union Kingdom, the academy had more than enough teachers. Therefore, Lin decided to discuss the arrangement for the second circle apprentices. The most important thing was that there were more internship courses, similar to the project design courses set up by Juan Javier. Possible courses include: Forging, Alchemy, Enchantment, and so on.
Of course, it was all open at first, but when the children made their choice, the curriculum was changed to meet their needs. At this stage, the number of apprentices was less than a hundred, so it was inevitable that there would be some courses that no one wanted to take, so there was no need to force them to take them.
On the other hand, compared to a beginner or first circle apprentice, becoming an official magician required more accumulation of power and more complex knowledge. Marco Lin didn't want to train mages who didn't know anything other than first to third circle apprentices. Therefore, after reaching the second circle, he added some courses to slow down the progress of those geniuses.
However, for the apprentices, the sooner they could become official magicians, the sooner they could leave the abyss of suffering that was the academy. Therefore, some extra courses would inevitably attract some complaints. In order to avoid such complaints, Lin proposed a paid internship, so that the apprentices could earn money while they were still learning.
The main source of this payment was, of course, the fruits of their labor, which was the income after they sold it. Of course, the academy would take a cut, but this money wasn't taken for free. It was used to contact the West Tower in Wulian City on behalf of the apprentices, obtain suitable apprentice missions for them, or help them negotiate with the merchants who were willing to accept their products.
To put it simply, the academy would go around collecting work, and then use these children like cattle. On the surface, they had to say that it was for their own good, and give them a chance to learn from actual combat. After all, there was no labor in the Lost Land, and they didn't care if anyone died from overwork. The maximum number of years that could be used for these children was seven years, and it would be invalid after that. For the sake of the academy's sustainable operation, they had to suffer.
These extra classes weren't compulsory. Every Magic Apprentice with the qualification to become a Second Circle Magician could choose them themselves. In the words of Earth's universities, these were elective courses.
There was even a consensus that was only formed within the faculty, and it was not announced to all the apprentices. That was, as long as there was a suitable mission, they would also be led to participate in real combat.
To be honest, this year's performance showed that the apprentices of the academy had been quite diligent, and their performance had repeatedly broken other people's opinions. However, there was one thing that worried those who thought for the academy, and those who were waiting to see a joke, were looking forward to it. That was the experience of actual combat.
There would be apprentices who didn't want to kill, but there was no magician who hadn't seen blood. If it was before, Lin himself would have thought that killing to become a magician was an unreasonable metaphysics. After reviving that Lich and learning about the old era's magic, he realized that there was a reason for all of this.
The energy that supported casting magic in the Lost Land was called Authority, and there was a reason why it wasn't mana or mana. Although in the 10 or so years after transmigrating, Lin's understanding of the two was still unclear. In terms of performance, the magic in the Lost Land was indeed like the novels or games that Lin had read on Earth. As such, it was natural for him to see the two as the same.
However, when Fen cast magic, did she use up the Authority stored in her golden skeleton? The answer was no! Not at all. In her own words, she said, "I want to do something, so I give orders." When she had time, she would go and do it.
Authority was the right to command all things in the world. And in order to prove that he was qualified to do so, killing was the most convenient way to do so. This was also why it was difficult for those who had not experienced this to cross the line. All of this was because of his research during this period of time.
In the dream, the work of using his body to build the tower began again. This time, it wasn't one person or two clones fighting and killing each other. Instead, it was truly using his body to build the tower.
Lin sat at the top of the tower in the dream and bathed in the starry sky. Lin, the fat otaku, and the chuunibyou clones sat back to back and meditated.
Using one's body to build bricks was very troublesome. He had to meditate and look within himself to find the veins in his body. Then, he had to kill himself! After turning himself into bricks of different sizes, he had to classify them according to their characteristics. After he was revived, or if the other two clones thought of it, he would turn the mess into usable bricks again and fill the space needed in the magic tower.
Even though this process was complicated and not simple. However, in the process, Lin's understanding of the human body and Authority became more and more profound. He also noticed that if he went to do the magic talent test now, there might be unexpected results. In short, the process of using one's body to build bricks was actually a type of modification. The ultimate goal was to allow the human body to maintain a perfect balance of the eight authorities.
During this period, the dream magic tower where Lin was staying was attacked. It was an invasion by a type of tapir known as a dream-eater. Judging from its body size, if the records in the literature were correct, this tapir was just a baby.
Strictly speaking, tapirs were not abyssal creatures. In the beginning, they fed on nightmares and could be considered beneficial beasts. They didn't know when they started to devour all kinds of dreams. Even after they finished eating dreams, they would devour people's souls and become out-and-out evil beasts. Those whose souls were eaten by tapirs would become idiots if they were lucky; those who were unlucky would die directly.
How could Lin stand by and watch such a great enemy invade his dream? He transformed into a longsword in his right hand and a staff in his left and charged forward while howling. Although the other two clones didn't move at all, Lin had 100% confidence in fighting on his home ground, even if it was a one-on-one.
The head of the staff cast a strong light spell and temporarily blinded the beast in front of him. Then, he struck the head of the staff and stopped the tapir's attack.
The man and the beast fought so fiercely that the fat and short avatars behind them were a little dumbfounded. The chuunibyou avatar asked the fat otaku, "Should we tell him that the magic tower has its own defense?"
"Of course not. Look at how hard someone is working now. For such a person, you have to have a stage for him to play. If you directly expose him, believe it or not, he'll fight you to the death. "
Although he didn't agree or disagree, the chuunibyou avatar fell silent and coldly watched the farce in front of him. As for the fat one, he had planned to watch the show from the beginning.
Although Lin's actual combat experience was before he entered the Tower of the Great Sage, and after that, he relied entirely on the power of the tower to survive. But a year ago, when he had just built the Dream Magic Tower, he had fought with the other two clones for a long time in the dream. So he wasn't unfamiliar with life-and-death battles, especially when the opponent was just a baby tapir.
If he still lost … it would be faster to kill himself …
The most tragic situation didn't happen. A certain idiot paid a lot of big and small injuries and finally slaughtered the baby tapir. Speaking of which, he rarely faced such a strong creature head-on. Traps and sneak attacks were his daily routine.
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