"He is the clue?"
At this mont, Green was like a ghost, walking in the world of ordinary people but incapable of making any changes.
Or... conversely, these scenes were ghostly silhouettes, and Green was just an ordinary person with no abilities, unable to affect them.
Yet, at this very mont, as the pale-skinned boy gradually materialized more clearly, Green inexplicably felt an exceptionally absurd sensation.
He really disliked him!
This was a revulsion from the bottom of his heart, without any cause, as if it were instinctual. This aversion had escalated to a level of hatred.
As for why this absurd aversion and hatred existed, Green did not know; he couldn’t understand. Was it the influence of so twisted rule?
The pale-skinned boy looked about sixteen or seventeen, not tall, with delicate skin and a pair of eyes filled with wisdom yet timid. As a wizard who had lived countless years, Green instantly discerned the boy’s feeling of inferiority.
Seeing the boy’s inferiority, for so reason, Green’s aversion and hatred beca even more pronounced, to the point where he could almost no longer contain it. For soone like Green, who always judged things rationally, this was unimaginable.
What on earth was happening to him?
Closing his eyes, then opening them, Green controlled his emotions, no longer letting anything affect him. He watched everything calmly from an observer’s perspective, waiting for the clue to Antonio’s Page of Destiny stored here.
"Hmm!?"
Suddenly, Green noticed sothing unusual.
Everything in the room, including the scenery outside, suggested that the room should be on the fourth or fifth floor of a building. Looking out, everything seed to be veiled by a layer of gauze, unclear.
Except for the boy, including his clothes and the pen in his hand, everything was a layer of illusion—perceptible, yet so unreal.
However, there was one thing clear: the paper under the boy’s pen, half written.
"Hiss... is this the Page of Destiny? Antonio actually entrusted the Page of Destiny to an illusion!"
With delight, Green reached out for the Page of Destiny, yet bizarrely passed through it, obtaining nothing—it was all an illusion.
"What does it an?"
At this mont, Green noticed a change in the room’s atmosphere, possibly related to his own action, because everyone—every student—was looking at him!
No, not looking at him.
Green noticed they were looking at the manifested boy. So were covering their mouths laughing, so continued reading with a glance at the boy, so pretended to be diligently reading.
They were all just a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, at an age of innocent wonder, enjoying life, full of energy, and surrounded by endless unknowns. Just like Green during his ti as a wizard apprentice, every day was filled with happiness and fulfillnt.
The world was so vast, enough for one to dedicate a lifeti imagining its spectacular beauty.
Then Green noticed, without realizing it, a tall man had appeared behind him, focusing his attention on the boy’s writing on the Page of Destiny. Although Green couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, he felt an overwhelming sense of authority!
This feeling, Green had experienced before—when ntor Peranos looked at him during his apprentice years.
Looking at him with eager eyes, having extraordinarily high expectations for him, which often ant that even insignificant mistakes were magnified infinitely in the concerned eyes of ntor Peranos, demanding even stricter standards.
Because of this, Green transitioned from initial fear to later dependence, and eventually gratitude, with a will legacy passed on.
Fortunately, Green held himself to high standards and didn’t have many experiences of being reprimanded by ntor Peranos.
anwhile, as the other students passionately read books, the boy alone continued writing the Page of Destiny, oblivious to the furious ntor behind him.
What will happen?
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Suddenly, the ntor fiercely knocked on the boy’s desk. The boy writing the Page of Destiny quickly retracted his pen in fright, turned to see the tall, imposing ntor, and hurriedly stood up, wanting to say sothing but not knowing what, his lips trembling, his inferiority more evident.
Green noticed that the boy desperately tried to retrieve the Page of Destiny, but the ntor with a gloomy face held it down. The boy failed to fight back and eventually the ntor took it away.
In a low, cold tone, the ntor said sothing. Although Green couldn’t understand the language, he could guess it was sothing like "Co with ."
The boy, terrified and desperate, seed to be earnestly expecting sothing, pleading for sothing, yet unable to speak.
The boy sat at the back of the room, with his head down, silently following the ntor. Green knit his brows into a knot—what was Antonio’s purpose for arranging such an illusion in the deepest part of the Dinsional Gap inside Xiao Ba?
Now even Xiao Ba could not perceive the situation here, and Green had no way to inquire.
Slowly, the tall ntor stopped, and Green could sense the boy’s fear. But finally, the ntor stopped beside a girl who was pretending to read a book.
Green couldn’t see the girl’s specific appearance but could vaguely feel that she should be beautiful. Contrary to his aversion and hatred for the boy, Green felt a natural affinity for this girl.
The ntor said sothing in a low voice. The girl didn’t understand but stood up, following the ntor and the boy out of the lecture hall.
"Hehehe..."
"Hahaha..."
Green stood at the door, watching these carefree children chattering animatedly after the ntor, boy, and girl left, seemingly already aware of the reason the wizard ntor called them out. They animatedly discussed it, showing no signs of studying, a stark contrast to the lecture hall at Heisota Sorcerer Academy where Green was from in the Wizard World.
Frowning, Green wasted no more ti and proceeded towards the room the ntor had led the boy and girl into.
"Sob, sob..."
As soon as he entered, Green saw the furiously enraged ntor lowly rebuking and roaring at the crying girl, who looked so helpless, while the boy’s face turned deathly pale, clueless about what to do, just staring at the ntor with a face full of pleading.
The ntor’s look of being disappointed and heartbroken reminded Green of how he once pleaded with ntor Peranos to rescue Laphie. It was clearly a wrong decision and an act that violated the Seven-Ring Holy Tower’s regulations, which Peranos also knew, yet still agreed to Green’s rescue and provided necessary help.
Because of this, during his advancent as a Stigma Sorcerer, Green was not limited by the Heart Tribulation, directly refining his Saint Trace Soul.
At this mont, the actions of this ntor seed likely to be quite the opposite of Peranos back then.
The ntor looked at the boy with pained eyes but chose to hand the Page of Destiny to the girl. Crying, the girl tore the Page of Destiny into countless fragnts, discarding them before running out of the room, leaving the boy plunged into endless inferiority, perplexity, and despair.
Hmm!?
Under Green’s gaze, everything began to dissolve, retreating back to the Light of Wisdom; everything was fading into unknown darkness, leaving behind a single Page of Destiny, seemingly inscribed with runes of the Endless World.
This Page of Destiny appeared to be condensed from the Light of Wisdom, yet Green knew it had always been there.
"Antonio, what information do you intend to convey to future generations? Using such a strategy with ti letters to carefully deliver it."
Green picked up the Page of Destiny, murmuring softly.
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