"The school head has an incurable sickness…"

The moment Amon finished speaking, he tossed the coin into the air…

The coin rotated briefly before coming to a stop on his outstretched palm.

Amon glanced down at it, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Heads…

This meant that the school head actually had an incurable disease!

In essence, her death was inevitable, and it was only a matter of time.

But from the look of things, it seemed Damien wanted to change her fate?

Previously, while glancing through the books there at the study, he noticed some on alchemy and other kinds of treasures…

'Perhaps that's also his reason for heading to the Forgotten Land of Gods? Maybe a treasure there can cure her?' Amon guessed silently in his heart.

Unable to come to the perfect conclusion, he hesitated briefly, a guess forming in his heart.

Without hesitation, he asked aloud.

"Damien is in love with the school head."

He tossed the coin up into the air, only for the air to distort, causing the coin to come crashing onto the ground without any results.

Amon frowned briefly before asking.

"Damien and the school head are in love with each other."

Another toss of the coin, and a strange wind blew, scattering it and causing the coin to tumble to the ground.

Amon narrowed his eyes suspiciously, forming a guess in his heart.

'Could it be that…' Amon's thoughts trailed off, and without hesitation, he tossed the coin once more before asking aloud.

"Damien's strength is unfathomable?"

With a toss of the coin, the air distorted again, and the coin fell to the ground.

Immediately, Amon's pupils shrank.

'Instructor Damien has concealed himself from my divination?!' Amon found it hard to believe at first, but after asking questions related to Damien and not receiving any reply from his divination, he understood that Damien couldn't be divined at all.

'How terrifying!' Amon drew in a sharp breath, and he felt his body tremble subconsciously…

Calming his surging thoughts, he retrieved the coin back and then shifted his attention to the situation at hand.

It seemed he could no longer take things lightly with Damien.

'Perhaps everything he told me about his strength is true…' Amon guessed in his heart and continued on his way out of the place…

Still, his mind was filled with shock at the revelation of this round of divination.

…

While Amon was leaving the Behemoth Academy, in a different… universe…

After killing a massive snake-like creature that spanned miles, the casual young man cooked some part of it and casually began eating.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly…

"Someone's trying to spy on me? Seems to be a weakling… from 'that' universe? Probably awakened some gift related to karma or fate and is trying it out… can't be bothered to deal with him…"

After muttering, the laid-back young man continued casually eating the piece of meat in his hand without a care in the world…

…

Amon soon left the place with the black shadow tailing behind him.

Soon, he reached the ocean once more.

This time, there was no fear in his heart as he jumped without hesitation.

The chilly night breeze blew lightly against his face. At the same time, the feeling was slightly violent…

Amon felt the breeze blow at him continuously, and when he realized he was gradually approaching the river, he instantly activated his movement art and forced his posture into place.

Forcefully, he tapped his foot in mid-air and instantly disappeared, reappearing a few meters away, now on top of the ocean.

The moment he landed, he felt the slight ripple of the ocean beneath his feet.

Unwilling to take any chances, after hearing about how dangerous the ocean was, Amon immediately summoned his artifact.

Clang… clang… clang…

Instantly, the sound of the clashing bells echoed in his ears.

The sound drifted into the surrounding emptiness and echoed back to him.

The sound seemed to stir the ocean a little. However, despite feeling some ripples, Amon didn't catch sight of any demon beast coming up.

He furrowed his brows in contemplation before stretching his hand towards the ocean.

Immediately, a chill surged through his hand.

Blue flames ignited in his hand and flowed outwards.

The moment they came in contact with the ocean, a chill spread outwards.

Feeling that this might attract unwanted attention from the academy, Amon used his movement technique a bit and distanced himself from there, appearing a few kilometers away.

Now a few kilometers away, Amon used the fire technique once again.

The chill spread into the ocean, and there was soon the flapping of fins echoing in his ears.

He glanced at the ocean and continued, stretching the chill outwards so its size spread farther than a meter.

Gradually, the already chilly night grew colder, and Amon finally noticed the shadow of a demon beast underneath the ocean.

Still, he didn't move to attack yet, as this would only scare the remaining demon beasts in the surroundings.

The chill continued spreading from the ice-fire in Amon's hands, and soon Amon noticed a few more silhouettes.

He continued for a few more seconds before finally… he narrowed his eyes, and his movements became a blur.

Swoosh!

Without hesitation, his movements were as swift as lightning.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bell-like sound from his sword echoed in the night as Amon's sword exploded the water beneath him with a splash, causing it to turn red within moments.

Amon glanced at the runes that flickered to life and noticed that in this attack, he had obtained 100 creation points.

'Just 100 more needed.' Amon thought in his heart, then moved without hesitation.

Once again, his movements were a blur as he executed another sword art.

The darkened surroundings seemed to receive life in the form of sunlight.

Then, the ocean exploded once more with a splash before being dyed red.

Amon glanced down at the ocean and narrowed his eyes as though he was studying it closely.

'No more demon beasts are coming up.' Amon understood. 'In that case… onto the next area…'

His leg gently tapped the ocean, and he vanished before reappearing a few meters ahead.

With another gentle tug of his movement technique, he vanished with a ripple and then reappeared once more.

When he felt he was far enough from the ocean where he had previously killed the demon beasts, he began the same process.

A pretty basic tactic, but it was working splendidly for Amon.

After more than thirty minutes, Amon had managed to gather more than 600 creation points.

'Despite it being low, it's still quite a substantial amount.'

Amon deliberated on whether to continue with the hunt or leave it at this for the night, but ultimately decided against it.

Underneath, he could see the faint shadow of a massive creature, looming and waiting to strike at the right moment.

Since he didn't clearly know the strength of that creature, it was best to leave it at this.

With that in mind, Amon turned to leave.

Just as he was about to summon the primordial dragon, suddenly, Amon's eyes shrank.

He felt an unprecedented sense of danger, unlike anything he had ever felt in his life.

The skies around him seemed to have turned blood red and were dripping blood.

With everything happening in an instant, a drop of blood seemed to gain life and vanished at blinding speed, hurling itself straight towards him.

Amon's pupils shrank, and he was unable to dodge it in time.

Just when he thought the drop of blood would hit him, a shadow flashed in front of him.

"Arrrrghhhh…."

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