Reluctantly, Amon picked up a broom from the corner and began cleaning the room.

Sweeping lazily, he glanced at the books arranged haphazardly on the table as he placed them neatly to the side.

Damien seemed to have woken up completely from sleep.

He studied Amon for a moment before taking out a paper and beginning to engrave something onto it.

Amon glanced at him from the corner of his eye, suppressing his curiosity as he continued sweeping.

His mind soon fixed on the cleanup he was doing.

There were particularly interesting books that fell into his line of sight.

Like the Chronicles of Greatness and Ten Things to Note Before Starting Inscriptions.

Amon studied the names written across each book and realized that each of them was unique in its own way.

Intrigued, Amon picked up one to read, only to find the words too complex to understand.

"Haha," Damien's laugh sliced through his confused thoughts.

"You're still a kid in the world of Bermuda. Just focus on sweeping for now; we'll begin the official lessons shortly."

Amon nodded before placing the books to the side.

Then, eagerly, he began sweeping.

Thankfully, his body was particularly enhanced by primordial energy, so he was soon done with the cleanup.

Still, it took him about three hours to finish cleaning the whole place.

Amon felt he had wasted his precious time, but looking at the classroom—impressive, to say the least—he commended himself inwardly.

"Excluding the extravagance of the other classes, this one is not the least bit inferior!" Amon consoled himself, then turned to Damien with a smile.

"Instructor, I'm don—" His words faded as he noticed something like paint and a brush in Damien's hand.

A mischievous smile was plastered across Damien's face as he said with a sly grin,

"Before we officially commence lectures, paint the building and decorate it stylishly, both inside and out."

"What?" Amon was bewildered.

"Come on…" Damien urged, pushing the tools toward Amon.

Dazedly, Amon collected the tools.

He glared at Damien with narrowed eyes, then huffed in anger and began painting.

Although he had never painted in his life, it wasn't something difficult.

Amon simply spread the pitch-colored paint across the wall.

In this manner time dragged on, and after more than five hours Amon was done painting the outside of the classroom.

At that moment the skies had darkened slightly, and it looked as though the sun might slip away from the midst of the clouds at any time.

After Amon finished painting the interior to perfection and received some praise from Damien, he went outside and began painting the exterior.

From the corner of his eye, Amon noted the students from the Genius and Talented class emerging with their instructor.

It was clear they had finished lectures for the day.

Seeing Amon's state, with paint plastered across his clothes and his appearance looking haggard, some of them couldn't help shaking their heads in pity.

Although Amon was embarrassed, he consoled himself internally.

"This is for my own good! These people are all on the wrong path…"

"The right path is filled with hardships, and this is just one among many… no, hopefully, this is the last."

Feeling confident, Amon also shook his head in pity toward the students.

Then, with a shrug, he started painting the outside of the building.

Thankfully, there was a ladder outside which he used to reach the upper parts of the building.

Along the way Amon also hammered a few loose screws into the building.

By the time Amon was done, the skies had darkened considerably and he was tired, extremely so.

But the Mediocre class now looked extremely beautiful.

Damien walked out of the building with a friendly smile.

"Impressive. You have some talent for this. I have a few places that need such makeup."

Amon rolled his eyes at him as he jumped down from the ladder.

"You wish."

"Don't be like that to your instructor. Politeness is the way," Damien cautioned, then whispered, "you don't know, but there are students actively begging me to teach them what I know."

Amon rolled his eyes at Damien's shamelessness.

"Yeah, and you're still teaching the 'mediocre' class?"

"By choice," Damien intoned.

"Whatever, I'll be retiring for the night since you have nothing to teach me," Amon suddenly said, then a yawn escaped his lips as he packed the tools he had used.

"Well, if you were a little faster we would have had some lessons. Besides, you learn along the way through painting and cleaning. Learning starts in a good environment."

Amon laughed in disdain.

"Then why has the place been unkempt all this while?"

Damien coughed awkwardly before changing the topic.

"Why do you want to grow stronger?"

Amon noticed the faint seriousness in Damien's voice.

Under the moonlit sky he pondered briefly before giving a reply he thought was satisfactory.

"To achieve my goals?"

"Ha… haha." Damien laughed, clutching his stomach without regard for his composure as an instructor of the academy.

"Go and ponder the question tonight. I'll ask you again tomorrow." Then he glanced at the building and sighed, "man, the other instructors will surely be jealous of me by now."

"They stay at luxury buildings…" Amon explained with a dry laugh.

"Off you go…" Damien waved him off, then casually stepped back into the building, and the faint sounds of books flipping echoed silently in the room.

Amon shook his head slightly.

His teacher was truly an amusing, easygoing person.

He couldn't deny he preferred this relationship to that of the other instructors, who always seemed still and strict.

"Anyway… I seem to have learned nothing today. Let's hope tomorrow is different," Amon prayed in his heart before walking back to the dormitory.

Along the way he mused to himself, "my reason for growing stronger, huh?"

…

The walk home was slightly pleasant.

With the cool night breeze biting at his face, Amon felt slightly relaxed.

He walked without a care in the world and was finally reaching his home when he caught the sound of something shattering.

"Huh?" Amon was puzzled.

Narrowing his eyes, he tried to peer in the direction, but a house was blocking his view.

Hesitating for a moment, Amon solemnly walked in that direction after unsheathing his sword.

His primordial energy surged and he was ready to attack at any moment.

Stealthily he approached the location only to notice a familiar figure.

"Helena?" Amon recognized her.

As a gifted one, after absorbing energy, be it divine or primordial, one's physical capabilities would be enhanced to a large extent.

Like now—despite it being night, Amon was still able to see faintly and clearly.

Sneakily he reached the location and noticed Helena's multicolored eyes gleaming in the darkness.

Just as he was wondering what she was about to do, he noticed her clenching her hand tightly.

Then he also noticed the faint silhouette of a student in front of her.

"Huh?"

Amon was puzzled.

He heard a gasp escape the student's lips and the next moment the faint sounds of glass shattering echoed into his ears.

In his line of sight he noticed faint bloody traces, but Helena took out something from thin air and sprinkled a powder into the air.

The blood, along with its stench that was beginning to assault Amon's nose, vanished.

Amon's eyes widened in astonishment.

"What the hell did I just witness?"

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