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nTo finish off the day, I met up with Findir, Cy, and Aisa for some early dinner.

n…

nTwo weeks of a pretty normal and relaxing life had passed… but what I mean by normal is me being absorbed in all this new information that I had recently obtained.

nDozens of basic skills with every single bit of information on them.

nPlus, there was also the dungeon part of the library, which didn’t disappoint me in the slightest as even though it only had the dungeons around Amlas, the information given was amazing.

nI also found out why there were so many slimes and why they became so intelligent in the Toxic Slime Dungeon.

nTo be honest, I thought it was a greater reason, but apparently, every fifty years, slime dungeons go through a metamorphosis in order to keep providing slimes.

nThis metamorphosis temporarily increases the intelligence of the boss and his control over the dungeon… which is basically the conclusion I had already reached.

nOnce the process is done, the dungeon just reverts back to normal.

n“So the dungeon is basically a living being,” I muttered as I reviewed my notes.

nToday, I was planning on going to a dungeon called the: Lightning Slime Dungeon, which is the farthest dungeon from the city but is still within its vicinity.

nOf course, I still had to get through the day.

n“*sniff*… *sniff*… *sniff*… *sniff*… *sniff*,”

nI was currently having breakfast with Aisa, who was extremely annoying to eat with due to her sniffling all the time.

n“Have you ever tried allergy medicine?” I ask while cutting a sausage patty.

n“You keep asking me this. *sniff* *sniff* I have tried literally everything that’s affordable and even a few expensive things, but I still can’t stop my runny nose… So please *sniff*… let me eat my breakfast in peace,” She says.

n“Well damn,” I muttered.

nAfter half an hour, we had finished our food and made our way towards our first-period classes, which were on the opposite sides of the school.

nAisa was taking a class called: Zen Theory, which is exactly how it sounds… you meditate and do some mind-calming exercises.

nThis class usually was filled up with lazy kids who just wanted to sleep, but there were also some hardworking students as well, who needed this break from their lives.

n“Orion,” She suddenly calls out, just as I was slinging my backpack behind me.

n“Yeah?”

n“We’re having some sparring matches after first period. *sniff* Some of my friends, including Cy, will be there, so invite Findir if you’re coming,”

n“Ah, sure,”

n“*sniff**sniff* Also… Stop studying for once and take a break *sniff*. You’ve been holed up in your room for at least two hundred hours in the past two weeks,”

n“…”

n“What, don’t look at me *sniff* like I’m crazy,”

n“Whatever… I’ll decide when I want to take a break or not,” I said before waving goodbye and soon arriving at my first period.

nAs I sat next to Findir, I took out my notebook and pen and waited for class to begin.

n“There’s a sparring sesh later. Want to come?”

n“Who’s it with?”

n“Aisa, her friends, and Cy,”

n“Sure,”

nMagic Theory was as boring as always due to how many times we revised each section of the curriculum.

nIt was needed for everybody else, but for me, it was just a waste of time.

nThe topics were also getting less interesting with each passing day.

nDING DONG

nThe bell suddenly rang, snapping me awake from my sleeping position, but just as I was about to stand up, I noticed the teacher was right beside me.

n“I need to talk to you for a few minutes,” He says.

n“Wait, where’s the session happening?” Findir asks, just as people begin to exit the classroom.

n“The usual spot,” I respond before following the teacher down the stairs and to his giant desk at the front of the classroom.

nHe seemed a bit angry at me, but his eyes also had a tinge of understanding.

n“See ya,” Findir says goodbye before running out of the classroom.

n“So… Want to tell me why you’re sleeping in class?” The teacher asks.

n“… I have no excuse,” I responded humbly.

n“I know that’s not true. Come on, tell me the truth. Am I really that boring?”

nI stared at his face for a few seconds before finally responding to his question.

n“No, you’re not boring. It’s the subject,”

n“Is it so hard that you’ve given up?”

n“It’s the opposite… The topics are way too easy. I didn’t want to say anything out of respect, but now, I’ve reached my limit,” I respond, and even though my words sounded rude, I was fully honest and said my words with conviction.

nSurprisingly, the teacher took the strange news well, and he even chuckled a bit before placing his hand on my shoulder.

n“I feel you,” He says, giving me a thumbs up with his opposite hand and the expression on his face was stupid.

n“What?”

n“Oh, back in high school, I was also super ahead of my work, and every class was extremely boring… Just so you know, I chickened out and picked all studying classes, as I was never a fighter,”

n“Really? But you’re pretty muscular?”

n“I just work out from time to time,”

n“Huh… but I’ve seen you practicing with a sword from time to time,” I responded.

n“W-what? You’ve seen me?”

nHe didn’t even try to hide it… For a Magic Theory teacher, he is pretty stupid… Or is it something else?

n“From time to time,” I said with a smile in order to calm him down a bit.

nNo, I didn’t. It was just an assumption based on the calluses coating his palms, and with a bit of redirection, I was able to find out the truth with minimal effort.

n“*sigh*… How unsightly… Well, I’ve been practicing for the last few years in order to prepare for the war, which will probably happen in the next five or so years,”

n“Are you stressed about it?”

n“Every day, I’m stressed about it,” He responds instantly.

nAh, that’s why he was so easy to manipulate.

n“Anyway, we should get back to the topic. I’ll let you go study further ahead in class, so this isn’t just a wasted period. But, you can even skip or participate in another class, as long as you keep getting good grades,” He says before walking to the back of his desk and shuffling a few papers.

nI immediately thanked him before rushing out of the classroom.

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