The bald-headed man then teleported Max back to the watching section.
"How is it?" Max asked, turning to Ryan and taking deep breaths.
"You made history, just as you said you would." Ryan replied, smiling.
Max grinned in response, but inside, he was crying. 'Damn, fighting while holding back, and making it look as if I'm at my last breath was more difficult than I expected.' He thought, realizing that the stunt he had just pulled off was far more strenuous than anything he had done until now.
"Let rest for a bit," Max said to Ryan as he sat down, taking out so cores to absorb. 'I'm not low on mana, but I have to act like I am,' he thought, sighing.
When he observed the others' fights, he had noticed one thing in common: everyone struggled to kill more monsters due to their lack of mana. They drained their mana far too quickly.
'But I'm not like them,' Max mused. He understood why he was different. First was the insane amount of cores he absorbed at each level to level up. This made his body full of mana, even though it caused his leveling process to be very slow.
The other reason was his level 100 skills. After getting accustod to them, Max realized they required far less mana than when they were at the starting levels.
He didn't know the exact reason behind it, but what he did know was that he wasted almost no mana when performing a skill now that they had reached level 100.
As Max thought and planned his next moves, a figure appeared in front of him. It was the sa middle-aged man from last ti, with a burned face.
He stared at Max and said, "You did well, but you failed the recruitnt test."
Max frowned, his expression turning ugly. "How did I fail? I set a new record here."
Even Ryan and the bald-headed man looked at the middle-aged man questioningly.
"Master, he passed the test and even set a new record," Ryan said, frowning. He was a little displeased by the Master's words.
George, the Master of the Phoenix Order guild's branch, glanced at Ryan. "Don't question my decisions." As he spoke, a heavy aura descended on Ryan, the bald-headed man, and Max.
Ryan and the bald-headed man flinched back from the pressure, while Max appeared unaffected.
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"You didn't answer . How did I fail?" Max asked coldly.
"Do I need to?" George walked in front of Max and looked down at him. "But since you set a new record, I'll at least tell you the reason for your failure." He sneered and continued, "It's because you simply don't possess any affinity for fire, and our guild primarily requires hunters with a high affinity for fire."
"But Master, didn't you see him using fire-related skills just now?" Ryan said at this mont. He definitely wouldn't let a genius go to waste just because the Master of the branch failed him.
George turned to Ryan and said, "You may think I'm biased, but I'm not. He simply doesn't possess any affinity for fire. You and I both know that if his affinity for fire is too low, he'll never be able to comprehend the true Concept of Fire."
He added, looking back at Max, "And a genius who can't comprehend a Concept is no genius at all."
Ryan refused to accept this and argued back, "We shouldn't care about that, Master. The main guild will handle that. Our only task is to send good seeds to the main branch, and what happens after that is no longer our responsibility."
George looked back at Ryan and said, "You're right, Ryan, but I simply can't send a person with almost zero affinity for fire to the main branch. They'll think that the Dustfall district branch produces trash. Therefore, I can't allow that to happen."
Ryan sighed with a sad expression, feeling pity for Max. He knew the Master was a very resolute man, and once he decided sothing, it was rare for him to change his mind.
"But still, Master, we should at least give him a chance. He set a new record, a record that will be followed for generations to co," the bald-headed man protested. He just couldn't accept that soone who could create such a record would fail the recruitnt test. It didn't seem right to him.
George looked at the bald man. "You too?" He sighed as he exchanged glances with Ryan and the bald-headed man. "Fine, since you both want to give him a chance, then I'll be happy to comply," he said, flicking his fingers.
Almost instantly, red flas surrounded Max. They were like walls, blocking him from everyone else.
"What are you doing?" Max shouted in panic, feeling the power behind these flas.
"No need to panic," George said, sneering. "I've given you a chance. These flas contain the level 1 Concept of Fire. If you can comprehend even a little bit of that concept in an hour, you can extinguish the flas on your own. If you can't do that, then it ans you're simply not suitable for the Phoenix Order guild."
Max frowned, his face ugly. He hadn't expected to face such a situation, even after showcasing so strength.
"Is there really a concept in these flas?" Max asked, turning to Ryan for confirmation. He couldn't believe George at all. He needed to be sure that these flas surrounding him contained the level 1 Concept of Fire. Otherwise, he would be a fool searching for a speck of truth in a boundless ocean.
"Yeah. The flas do contain the level 1 Concept of Fire," Ryan said, sighing. He didn't believe Max would be able to comprehend anything from these flas within an hour. It wasn't that he didn't want to believe in Max, but it was just that one hour was too short a ti to understand sothing as mysterious as a concept.
After getting the confirmation from Ryan, Max sat down cross-legged, his mind focusing entirely on the flas. 'An hour aning a year in the Dinsion of Ti, but is that enough?' he doubted, but he didn't let these thoughts affect him.
Max stared deeply into the swirling red flas before him, his mind narrowing to a singular focus. He could feel the searing heat radiating off the fire, the way it shifted and danced with fluidity, and the raw, untad destructiveness it carried.
Every flicker and ember seed to pulse with a life of its own, carrying whispers of ancient energy.
"Flas… Fire… They're the sa," he muttered to himself. His thoughts began to weave together, connecting the sensations he perceived—the scorching heat, the endless motion, the consuming power.
Closing his eyes, Max extended his senses further as he entered the Dinsion of Ti, feeling the very essence of the flas. It was as if he could hear the fire's roar, not with his ears but with his soul. At that mont, understanding dawned on him.
The heat coursing through his skin wasn't just physical—it was the manifestation of fire's very nature, its aura. He felt it now, not as an external force but as sothing he could grasp, sothing he could wield.
The aura of fire wasn't just destruction; it was energy, creation, and transformation. As his comprehension deepened, the flas no longer seed chaotic but alive, obeying a rhythm only he could sense.
Slowly but steadily, he began to understand sothing—sothing very faint that was almost impossible to grasp.
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