Chapter 130: Teaching

Historical texts recorded ancient kings seeking immortality and legends of humans meeting angels.

Later, the Great Revolution ushered humanity into an era of civilization.

Gods and ability users faded from ordinary people’s awareness, yet these forces lingered in the shadows. Zuo Meng’s revamped Magic Department wasn’t built from nothing—this world once endured chaotic wars where strategists and generals with star-infused blood walked like Celestial Beings.

Great strategists could command wind and rain, foretelling life and death through nightly star readings.

Unbeatable generals led armies alone, conquering all. But these bloodlines vanished as that era ended. Learning this, Zuo Meng chose individuals, altered their bloodlines using divine power, and taught them magic. The mages’ “history” was largely his fabricated myth.

Returning to the teaching building after class, Zuo Meng headed to the library.

Passing through its doors, a flash transported him to a dim realm with an ancient structure. Students in black robes milled about; some flew on broomsticks. His casual clothes shifted into a magic robe, swirling elements setting him apart.

This was Southeast University’s Magic Department!

The library entrance, modified by faculty, transported magic students while leaving ordinary people unaffected. Complex calculations filtered those seeking real books.

“Dean!”

“Professor!”

Wu Li and Huo Yuanyuan hurried over. One attended his elective, the other served as his lab assistant.

“Any tips for building a level 0 spell model? I’ve failed thrice,” Wu Li asked, having spent credits to secure her assistant role.

“Dean, Professor Ma’s synthetic plants mutated. The garden’s overrun. Injured students are unconscious,” Huo Yuanyuan reported.

“Spell models demand patience. Your basics are shaky,” Zuo Meng noted, instantly spotting her flaw through cosmic rules.

“I’ll handle Professor Ma’s issue.” He nodded to Huo Yuanyuan.

Entering the lab for his evening class, Zuo Meng scanned students. His gaze paused on chubby Ding Le and Zhou Shang—their causal threads entwined with his own. In the Origin World, mortal causality could topple gods, hence most deities hid in the star realm.

“Teacher!” Ding Le stood nervously.

College had revealed mages and ability users beyond Master Jie Ming. His pessimism faded in this vibrant world.

“Good work.” Zuo Meng sensed Jie Ming’s influence in Ding Le’s homework. The demon monk had swayed the boy, but not enough. Total transformation required Zuo Meng’s direct involvement.

“Magic stems from stars…” Zuo Meng’s advanced lessons drew only elite students. Wu Li focused, while Huo Yuanyuan fidgeted, eyeing the window.

“Magic isn’t raw power—it’s knowledge.” He sipped blue liquid via straw, nearing the door.

BOOM! Professor Ma’s failed experiment smashed through walls. A plant tendril, stronger than any level one ability user, snaked toward the lab—reaching taboo-level destruction. Outside, faculty and students battled the growth.

“It’s loose!” Panic erupted. Huo Yuanyuan paled—she’d warned the dean, but class took priority. If the plant breached containment, the Transcendent World’s secrecy would shatter, consequences beyond her worst fears.

Zuo Meng squeezed a test tube. Blue liquid dripped.

“Knowledge is power.”