Therefore, skilled fortune tellers will deliberately promote their reputation, making themselves famous and amplifying the weight of their destiny.
At this point, Karen had already drawn a whole board of pictures on the blackboard. They looked abstract, but were simple and easy to understand.
“And our Majesty is not just a person, he is also the gate of truth.”
The weight of an entire civilization of the El Empire pressed down on him; he was the true champion of imperial weightlifting.
It's no longer about using minimal force to move a great weight; fortune tellers need to use their limited abilities to move weights exceeding ten thousand tons—they simply don't have that skill.
"I think I understand."
"That's good. Now that you understand, let's continue with the previous topic. How's the problem I asked you to complete coming along?"
Karen regained his status as a mentor, and his Heroic Spirits simultaneously donned masks of pain.
Why does he feel like he's back in his old campus life even though he's already graduated?
In fact, the amount of homework Karen, as his teacher, gave him was many times more intense than what was taught at school.
"It's so painful, so painful..."
"Still crying? Even crying has its limits!"
"It can't be that difficult, teacher. The questions you gave are indeed a bit too difficult. I need time."
The Heroic Spirit recalled a claim he had seen online some time ago: the ultimate cultivation technique of the human race, a crystallization of scientific wisdom, could lead to a job at a research institute and was even made public.
Why don't you write it? Is it because you're unwilling?
"Your attitude is absolutely outrageous. I have to say, you pose no threat to me in academia, but you will ruin my reputation in the education field."
Karen felt immense pressure to educate her students when she thought about Zanya returning as a Heroic Spirit.
Putting everything else aside, he didn't want to lose to his old friend.
"So, teacher, could you give me that Perfect Life Alchemy technique from you alchemists...?"
"Don't even think about it. His Majesty has already sealed off information on this topic, and we can't break the rules."
Karen forged a piece of chalk and smashed it on his apprentice's head.
Goodness, you really know how to think.
"That thing, according to you, is against the natural order. I'm afraid if I pass it on to you today, you'll be shot thirteen times in the back and commit suicide tomorrow."
"The day after tomorrow, someone will activate this transmutation array; the day after that, someone might even dare to attempt transmutation of a nation."
Karen finally won the resurrection match, but when she woke up, she was back in Valhalla.
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
"It's that exaggerated. The group of alchemists who perfected life back then are now heroic spirits. As soon as their identities are revealed, a whole bunch of people apply to challenge them."
Good heavens, the number of enemies is no longer just one or two; otherwise, why didn't your master make you reveal my true identity?
He wasn't unable to defeat those defeated opponents; one of his Noble Phantasms was his own Soul Tearer.
But if these people secretly cause trouble, will he still be able to enjoy his retirement?
Here at the Heroic Spirit Envoy's place, the arrival of Edward caused a great stir, but at the heart of it all, Bai Yi leisurely ate some late-night snacks and prepared to continue resting.
"Drink a glass of milk every night, do a set of stretching exercises, get enough sleep, and never leave fatigue for the next day."
He'd deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow; he could use the sleep to relieve the mental fatigue from the simulation.
Goodnight, everyone.
Those pesky mosquitoes! I feel like these insects have become even more outrageous now that autumn is here.
Back in the summer, they were like stealth bombers that only attacked when I turned off the lights; now they're charging at me in broad daylight. It's so sad, so incredibly sad…
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