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Chapter 722: Lanchi's Road to Building His Empire
Chapter 722: Lanchi's Road to Building His Empire
Professor Landy did as he had promised.
His first lesson after taking over the class didn't involve much actual teaching; it was more of an introduction to the changes that would be implemented in the course going forward.
"This class won't last for the full two hours; we'll probably finish for the day about an hour early."
Lanchi turned his head to glance at the window, where he had written formulas and symbols that served as a makeshift sundial, giving him a rough sense of the time.
"Every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, from 2:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m., I'll be in office 812 on the 8th floor of the Sypert Building in the Grand Abbey. I'm available during those times to speak with any school personnel, but if you wish to seek my guidance, please make an appointment in advance."
He stood in the center of the lectern, facing away from the blackboard.
Dozens of eyes were fixed on him intently.
It was clear that his earlier display of skill, coupled with his provocative speech, had already captured the interest of many students.
However, there were still some students who didn't seem to be overly impressed. Within Talia's borrowed field of vision, where students were either slouching lazily or listening intently with ears pricked, were exceptionally talented youths who remained unaffected.
Their vibrant faces exuded arrogance, as if they held all the cards. Each one of them was an elite among elites, the "pride of the magic engineering world" in the Southern Continent.
Whether or not Lanchi's words convinced them, he had at least sparked their curiosity and desire to explore.
Perhaps even a competitive spirit.
That meant Lanchi had succeeded.
Talia was a bit perplexed.
She recalled that Lanchi didn't possess such abilities back when he was at the Academy of Eckolite.
Ever since this kid returned from the Northern Continent, he seemed to have acquired an increasing number of peculiar skills. It was as if someone had fine-tuned him, and he was no longer the disciple she knew inside and out.
Maybe it was just an illusion. After all, Lanchi had no luck with women, so it was unlikely that he had transformed into someone else.
Talia thought it over and soon dismissed the idea.
Just as she taught Miss Zhu Zhu, when dealing with boys, the priority was to eat first and then win—a surefire strategy.
"Everyone, you are fortunate to be at St. Cryxie Abbey, studying magic engineering with the best of the best. Looking at you, I see reflections of my former self."
Lanchi began, his voice echoing in the lecture hall-style classroom,
"For scholars, the greatest temptation is not fame or wealth, but complacency. Magic engineering is a profound and mysterious field, and any one of the countless unsolved problems can occupy your entire life. However, merely delving into the accomplishments of predecessors will not make you a master. To achieve true greatness that echoes through the ages, you must possess the courage and foresight to surpass those who came before you."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the Abbey Empire students.
As he had expected, today's lesson would conclude with some inspiring words to motivate the students.
The principles written on the walls in Demon Magic text would keep these students occupied with research for quite some time. Each student had their own area of expertise and understanding, and they needed time to digest and absorb the information at their own pace.
As for those proud students who weren't easily convinced, there was no need to rush them into believing just yet. Lanchi knew that he had a lot of work to do in the Cryxie Empire, and more tasks would continue to come his way; teaching was just one aspect of his responsibilities.
Lanchi allowed the students to ponder his previous words as he gathered his books from the lectern.
"Professor Landy."
A student from the nobility raised their hand.
"Please speak."
Lanchi gestured politely with his hand, palm facing up, inviting the student to ask their question.
"Thank you."
The purple-haired noble girl with amber eyes and drooping bangs had a boyish charm as she spoke with a smile,
"First of all, I may offend you, but my honest feeling is that the grand vision you've painted can give some students high expectations of you. After all, as long as we smoothly pass the one-month trial period, regardless of whether this topic is successful by the end of the semester, you will be formally hired by St. Cryxie Abbey. No one can guarantee that our students' interests will be protected."
She addressed the professor standing at the lectern.
The other students in the classroom started to look at her.
Even though most of the students here were upperclassmen, many of them had heard of this girl, Ursula, the daughter of the Roland Marquis family and a Gryphon.
She had never been well-behaved at school. Whether it was the students who wanted to provoke her or the teachers who caught her attention, they would all end up with a terrible headache.
"This kind of long-term teaching plan can be arranged by you to gradually demonstrate your abilities, but it can also be a clever deception to mask your flashy but superficial teaching level. If you truly have such abilities, why haven't you been noticed by the Empire's military?"
Ursula, the Gryphon girl, spread her hands, presenting her fundamental question,
"In my opinion, every word you say is very convincing, but your performance is more like that of a politician, a master of persuasion and agitation, trying to drive us in a certain direction, rather than that of a magic engineer."
As her words fell, the students in the classroom once again wore hesitant expressions.
They weren't surprised by what Ursula had said, as speaking her mind was simply her style. She wasn't afraid of offending any professor at St. Cryxie Abbey.
The issue was that her doubts weren't entirely unfounded.
The students in attendance couldn't easily prove the practical value of the principle written on the glass. Nor could they be sure if it could truly be transformed into a successful magical artifact.
Professor Landy had observed that when a magic card was struck, it could split into several smaller fragments of magical energy, releasing a large amount of power. Although the professor had not yet provided a theoretical explanation for this phenomenon, the experiment and measurements were not difficult, as the failure of a magic device or card often resulted in an energy burst of varying magnitude.
The key lay in the latter principle described by the text on the wall—the theory of a chain reaction among magic cards. According to this theory, the fission of one magic card could trigger a chain reaction, with each fission releasing more magical entities, which in turn could cause further fissions of other magic cards.
While Professor Landy had merely presented a basic principle of stealing fire from the gods, it was incredibly audacious and had limited theoretical support. No one could guarantee its success.
Its value was either immeasurable or non-existent.
"Professor, have you considered that if you've opened a door to a 'hidden world' at this moment and we are witnessing history, how can you ensure that you won't be targeted by extreme forces within the Empire or escape the assassination attempts of Allied spies?"
"Professor, do you currently have any results with 'certainty' other than this topic that carries 'uncertainty'?"
More and more doubts were raised.
The more the students thought about Ursula's words, the more they felt she was being practical and awakening them from their dreamy state.
Upon reflection, if this new professor were a renowned academic giant, his words might be convincing and inspiring. However, the problem was that he had hardly any achievements beforehand, making him seem overly obsessed with his own theoretical castle in the air.
"Ursula..."
Elsa, Landy's sister, bit her lip and glanced at Ursula, who was sitting on the right side of the classroom, unsure of what to do with her.
Her brother's first class had been going smoothly, but now Ursula was stirring up trouble, and it seemed that things might take an unpleasant turn.
Elsa believed that her brother had exceptional talent, but he also needed time to achieve his goals step by step.
Once caught in Ursula's rhythm of questioning before believing, he would face increasing resistance as he continued his research amid an atmosphere of skepticism.
"..."
Ursula, who was being glared at by Elsa, showed no sign of apology. Instead, she cheekily gave her a flying kiss with her index and middle fingers, as if telling Elsa that she was deliberately messing with Professor Landy.
"!"
Elsa felt that she couldn't communicate with Ursula and turned her head away, no longer looking at the woman.
She wasn't sure if her brother was thinking about how to resolve the situation or simply waiting for the class to calm down before speaking again.
The only certainty was that Professor Landy remained calm and composed.
Not only the noble students but even the geniuses among the commoners had to admit that Ursula's concerns were valid.
For some students, it was too early to conclude whether the professor's bold words were arrogant posturing or the truth.
After all, his true abilities had yet to be tested, and they couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
"What level is your brother at, anyway?"
As Elsa worried about her brother, a male student in the row in front of her turned around and asked.
This young man seemed to be the center of the commoner students, or at least someone they admired. He had thick, curly brown hair, a well-defined face with straight features, dark blue eyes under his long eyebrows, and an overall handsome appearance.
His attire was simple and neat, indicating a preference for substance over flashy displays. He wore a plain white shirt with casual pants, giving off the air of a cultured scholar.
"Nathaniel, senior..."
Elsa was slightly taken aback, not expecting the magician to ask her a question.
Nathaniel was one of the most promising students at St. Cryxie Abbey, favored by the professors. He was also considered a likely candidate to win the Grand Prize in Magic Engineering, the highest honor in the Cryxie Empire's magic engineering field, within the next decade or so. He was already the youngest Royal Magic Craftsman in the Empire and could graduate from the Abbey at any time, or continue his studies while also working as a mentor.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the most talented student in the classroom.
After Nathaniel's question, more commoner students turned their gazes towards Elsa.
"Haven't seen you in a long time. I'm not sure, either," Elsa replied, biting her lip. "But my brother is really amazing."
She added, "He's really something."
Elsa was now curious about her brother's level and eagerly awaited the end of class so she could talk to him.
She had missed him terribly over the years and felt that he was both familiar and strange to her.
So, she desperately hoped that the class would end without any further disruptions.
"If you say he's amazing, then he must have some skills," Nathaniel said to Elsa before turning his attention back to the lectern.
When he was deep in thought, he would furrow his brows slightly, and his lips would form a straight line.
Though Nathaniel felt that the correct approach for the professor would be to ignore Ursula or deflect her questions with his clever wordplay, he found himself hoping that Landy would showcase something more.
Unlike Ursula, who was fanning the flames, these students genuinely despised flashy yet superficial teachers and would thus maintain a veneer of politeness.
"..."
Talia silently observed everything from within Lanchi's spiritual world.
She felt that Lanchi's hypnosis and incitement sometimes fell flat.
For instance, back in the Flower Capital of Pari, Christina, the count's daughter from the Baptiste family, had been immune to Lanchi's influence. Some people seemed to possess certain qualities that made it difficult for Lanchi to easily stir their desires.
It only took one clear-headed individual to awaken the entire group.
Lanchi now had no way to prove that his theory was correct.
The Empire was probably still in the process of researching the basics, while Lanchi already had a finished product of a much higher level. The problem was that his progress was too advanced, and he couldn't reveal it just yet.
Rather than fission, he had achieved something closer to fusion, but the issue was that he couldn't casually demonstrate something like a Nuclear Fusion Wolf without exposing himself as a holder of the sealing tablet due to its obsidian-like ancient effects.
Regardless, for Professor Landy Washington, a sixth-rank professor from a remote area, to possess such a creation was a bit too much.
Undercurrents of doubt began to stir in the classroom.
The person at the center of this cold vortex, however, remained oblivious, maintaining a relaxed expression as he clapped his hands together.
"Power only exists in the shadows; that's the rule of the political game. What we're discussing here clearly still falls within the scope of magic engineering."
Professor Landy responded to Ursula's accusation that he resembled a politician more than a magic engineer.
His words gradually restored silence to the classroom.
"So, do you all want to see knowledge that any student here can master and utilize with enough effort?"
He asked.
As a new professor, he sensed that some students harbored lingering doubts about his earlier statements that they couldn't easily dispel.
"Of course."
Many students replied.
The others also chimed in, creating a lively atmosphere.
For the first time, Professor Landy's words fully ignited their curiosity.
Ursula's style of questioning, "Doubt first, then seek proof," was inherently a rogue tactic, and she had become extremely adept at it. Many professors at the school had learned to avoid her.
Although Professor Landy didn't need to fall into the trap of self-justification, if he possessed genuine skills, it would be a different story.
"Then, I'll teach you something simple and understandable, which I hope will be of use to you."
Professor Landy scanned the large classroom.
As he spoke, he walked to the far left of the whiteboard and slowly picked up a marker, beginning to write on it.
At first,
He only wrote down some basic concepts and axioms.
But soon, he delved into complex derivations.
Symbols and incantations flowed and derived from one another on the whiteboard, and Professor Landy, immersed in his task, seemed oblivious to his surroundings.
"Aren't those the original texts and interpretations of the Book of Creation?"
"It looks like he's writing the chapters on Sealing and Binding and Flames and Fury in Demon script."
The students in the classroom continued to whisper and chatter, unable to discern the professor's intentions.
This time, however, they could easily understand what was written.
After all, interpreting the Book of Creation was a Level 1 and 2 course, and everyone present had already studied the thirty-three chapters.
"Isn't this too basic? Surely he doesn't think he can fool us with this?"
"Over the years, the interpretations of the Book of Creation, aside from the yet-to-be-deciphered divine magic, have become thoroughly understood in their application to magic engineering."
As Elsa listened to these voices, she lowered her head, feeling embarrassed.
Even she could understand what her brother was writing, which meant that what he had written was too fundamental and wouldn't convince these magic engineers from St. Cryxie Abbey.
"Wait a moment."
"This interpretation..."
But as the derivation intensified, the classroom gradually fell silent, aside from the scratching of the marker on the board.
Everyone leaned forward, their eyes fixed on the increasingly dense text on the board, their expressions perplexed.
When Professor Landy wrote the epoch-making ending symbol on the last line,
The entire classroom fell silent.
Everyone stared at the writings on the board, dumbfounded.
Then, someone exclaimed, and the classroom erupted into chaos as students argued back and forth.
"Why do I feel like I've gained some sort of epiphany?"
"Especially regarding the Fire and Sealing attributes."
"I don't get it. What is this? Teach me what you've understood from this."
Pointing and gesturing, they shook their neighbors, expressing either admiration or skepticism, but no one could explain the mystery.
In an instant, it felt like the conventional understanding of the sealing attribute and the fire attribute had been shattered and reshaped.
The more they looked, the more they felt that something was amiss.
The professor's interpretation was simple yet profound, as if he had dissected the two original tablets and laid them bare before them! Even Ursula's initial disdain began to fade.
Compared to the students who were already captivated by the whiteboard, Elsa's gaze was filled with even more astonishment and bewilderment as she looked at this brother of Elsa's.
"Could the professor have seen the [Original Tablets of Fire] and [Original Tablets of Seal]?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Although some students murmured in response, they were well aware that it was just a joke.
The [Original Tablets of Fire] were something that magic engineers in this life would never have the opportunity to lay eyes on.
And that was for only one reason—its current owner.
To request a viewing of the tablet from the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanoth, was akin to knocking on Death's door.
As for the [Original Tablets of Seal], it was something that people from the Southern Continent would never have a chance to see.
Only a madman would entertain the idea of viewing the tablets in the Northern Continent's Askesan.
"..."
Talia was speechless.
No one actually suspected that this guy had two tablets in his possession.
After all, it was more believable that Loran would come back to life than trusting that this professor had the original tablets.
As Talia, who was Lanchi's co-researcher, knew better than anyone else, Lanchi had only incorporated a fraction of the magical engineering secrets contained within the [Original Tablets of Seal] and [Original Tablets of Fire] into his interpretations of the two chapters in the "Book of Creation." Therefore, what he presented seemed entirely unrelated to the original tablets.
This meant that the students were given a preliminary glimpse into the fundamentals of the [Original Tablets of Seal] and [Original Tablets of Fire], of course, through Lanchi and Da Ai's interpretations and decompositions into more easily understandable parts.
Consequently, today's lesson was no longer just the first class of a new professor.
It had become an academic conference, and by tomorrow, the entire empire's academic world might be focused on him—Landy Washington.
From then on, countless important figures in the empire would likely seek him out.
No, wait...
Talia suddenly felt that things might be spiraling out of control.
How was this guy gradually climbing up the ladder in the empire?!
"I hope this will be of help to you."
As if he had anticipated such a reaction, Professor Landy picked up the books on the lectern again, his voice snapping the students out of their trance as they stared at the writing on the whiteboard, refocusing their eager gaze back onto him.
"Each and every one of you has the potential to shine brightly in the coming years and become a leader in a specific field of magic engineering in the Cryxie Empire."
He turned slightly, rarely pounding the lectern with force, making the shiny whiteboard behind him reverberate.
"I don't want to teach you useless theoretical knowledge. If what you learn cannot be turned into practical skills, then it's just a waste of time for both of us. So, this process will be extremely challenging, and you may need to have the determination to come back from the brink of death!"
His words resonated powerfully, each syllable carrying weight, as if he were imparting his life's greatest teachings to these students.
The students were initially stunned.
Then, one by one, their eyes lit up with fervor, their gazes burning with ambition and excitement.
Confronting doubts head-on and dispelling them was the most effective way to gain trust, rather than sidestepping them.
And this professor had undoubtedly accomplished that.
Setting aside what the professor had written on the window earlier, the gift he had just given them was enough to make them want to occupy this classroom for the entire day.
They might be witnessing history in the making!
From now on, neither the other teachers nor the students would be able to use this classroom today, as the writing on the whiteboard must not be erased.
Ursula remained unusually calm, her eyes fixed on the new professor as she pondered something intently.
Gradually, the corners of her mouth, which had been pressed tightly together, curved into a slight smile.
"Your brother is quite something, Elsa."
She murmured softly.
Aside from her, there were several other young geniuses in the classroom, born with the aura of protagonists, who began to see the mysterious new professor in a different light.
Each of these renowned faces wore an expression of intrigue.
"Before this battle, St. Cryxie Abbey was considered the pinnacle of academic pursuit in the Southern Continent. For four hundred years, it has remained unshaken due to the presence of renowned magic engineers like Owen Grant, Leonardo Wilson, and Mira Talinsky. And you, you might just be the next magic engineer to propel St. Cryxie Abbey to even greater heights—"
Lanchi donned his gray coat, striding on the lectern, and with a sweeping gesture, he put on the coat like a passionate conductor concluding a magnificent performance.
"The world is rapidly changing, and your moment has arrived."
After leaving those words hanging in the air, the classroom fell silent for several seconds.
Then, a thunderous applause erupted.
Regardless of their backgrounds, whether they were from noble or commoner families, the students stood up spontaneously, offering their respect to the professor.
"Long live Cryxie!"
"May Imperial Magic Engineering live forever!"
"I will be the next one to contribute to the empire, mark my words!"
The applause and cheers continued endlessly.
The students shouted enthusiastically, their passionate gazes following the professor as he left the room.
(End of Chapter)
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