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"O-Of course she passed. She is a talent that one would only see once every hundred years!" The old man in the young man\'s body said with an ecstatic tone.

Silas knew that the man was exaggerating. Silas, all on his own, could count on both his hands all the people he had found that were stronger and younger than Nymira. If anything, the only advantage Nymira had over them was the fact that she had a blessing, and they did not.

Of course, they were all from powerful families. There\'s a reason why nobles have stayed on top for so many years, and while recourses play a very large factor as to why that was, their offspring tended to be quite talented.

Most of these noble families were formed by a powerful individual capable of wielding mana or toki better than most people in their time. From there, their bloodline would be passed on from generation to generation.

While one strong ancestor did not mean every single offspring would have the same strength as that ancestor, the chances of one of them reaching the level of their ancestor were astronomically higher than the chances of a commoner with no background to do the same. Of course, that\'s when having a lot of money became quite advantageous.

With their recourses, they would have the ability to unlock the talents of their ancestor, or possibly even surpass them to give the newer generations an easier time.

Though, unlike beasts, bloodlines weren\'t something that was easily passed on, since humans didn\'t have actual bloodlines or bloodline abilities.

It was one of the reasons why they were considered so much worse than the other humanoid races. At least those races had bloodlines.

The correct term to describe the passing of talent from one person to another would have been \'genes.\' However, Silas doubted that the people of Gilea had the ability to understand such a complex concept that even humans back on Earth hadn\'t fully understood.

"You do not have to partake in such a test either, Mr. Evergreen. You have already passed the test. However, I do have a special offer for you." The man in the middle spoke up with an almost unnoticeable smile.

"What may that offer be?" Silas asked with a raised brow, acting as if he didn\'t understand what the man was about to say.

"Mr. Evergreen... Would you like to become a teacher of the Diamond Academy?" The old man asked while sitting down on his chair again. At the same time, everyone else looked at him with shocked expressions, yet, after a few seconds, they could not help but nod at the old man\'s quick thinking. 

At a closer look, however, one person didn\'t look surprised...

Or not nearly as much as the rest.

That person was the silver-eyed elf whose eyes glowed like diamonds.

"With your strength, expertise, and experience, we believe that you would make an excellent teacher for the academy. Maybe you could even become the head of the magic section of the school." The old man suggested.

"I\'m good." Silas spoke in a nonchalant manner that had all of them blinking for several seconds.

"You\'re good?" The old man asked.

\'Did that not translate well?\' Silas asked himself before sighing.

"I am not here to teach a bunch of kids. I\'m here to learn." Silas shrugged again.

"Mr. Evergreen. I don\'t mean to disrespect you, but there is nothing we can teach you. You are much stronger than most of us, and your spell-creation knowledge surpasses mine." The old man spoke with a genuine tone. His voice didn\'t have a single hint of shame as he said those words. It would have shocked Silas if he hadn\'t already understood what kind of man the headmaster was...

The scrawny old gentleman with the strongest core out of everyone sitting before him was the academy\'s headmaster. Unlike Earth, you couldn\'t just open up the internet to research something or someone.

So, Silad didn\'t rely on anyone or anything to learn about that man... He simply looked at him, and could discern what kind of man he was.

It was a little trick he had been practicing, and it was coming to use far more than he would like to admit.

"I\'m here to learn about rune manship, alchemy, and other components that a forge master would need to create and understand equipment.

Silas\' eyes slowly moved to the right and caught the figure of the beer-bellied man, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Okay... I\'ll teach you if-"

"I won\'t become your disciple." He smiled at the man, yet the only thing that smile did was agitate him.

"Then I can\'t." A few eyes landed on his figure, causing a shiver to go down his spine. When he looked over, he saw all three individuals sitting on his right looking at him.

If gazes could kill, nothing would have been left for Mr. Faldro\'s family to bury.

"I\'ll teach you. But I\'ll treat you like any other student, understood?" Faldro asked through gritted teeth.

"Wonderful. I\'ll bid you farewell then." Silas bowed toward them slightly before leaving the room without saying another word or waiting for someone to take him to the dorm he would be assigned to.

However, when he did leave, everyone except the elf breathed a breath of relief. To them, Silas was a huge question mark. Even the headmaster was unsure if he could beat him. 

Of course, the main reason was that he couldn\'t feel him in the first place.

"What do you think of him, Jarrel?" The headmaster looked toward the elf man.

"I advice you to not talk about him so openly." The elf man\'s eyes fluttered while his forehead creased as a frown appeared on his face.

"Please excuse me as well." The elf nodded toward the other three and swiftly left the room, leaving them puzzled for the umpteenth time that day.

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