Anton had every right to be proud. Under his influence, familiar faces had stopped standing still and continued onward toward a more wonderful world.
Yet the more he interacted with them, the humbler he became.
He knew he was exceptionally talented in the field of magic.
But there was no shortage of brilliant wizards in this world.
Once he had helped them slip their leashes, they had each let loose, beginning to shine with the light of their own wisdom.
The world had changed. At first, Anton had chased after them, caught up, surpassed them, and astonished them. Now, everyone was starting to catch up with him.
Never mind Snape and Dumbledore, titans who had already stood at the top of their respective fields. Even among Cabin's companions, Hannah was now cultivating Fantastic Plants that could produce air bubbles, Anna had made the Moon Palace with her own hands, and George and Fred were leading the development of the Space Transmuter...
These achievements were absolutely stunning. They even filled Anton with satisfaction.
Look at that. This is the change I, a transmigrator, have brought to this world.
At the same time, Anton had begun to realize that he could no longer guarantee himself an absolute advantage.
Even his greatest achievement, Preserving Life, was beginning to face a threat.
After leaving Professor Snape's office, Anton wandered through the school's corridors and went to the shores of the Black Lake to enjoy the breeze. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.
"Gwahahaha..."
"Now this is exciting!"
Wasn't this what he had been seeking all along?
It was wonderful. He would no longer feel the loneliness of walking the Path of Magic alone. It was wonderful. Everything had rekindled his drive.
It was all so interesting. Anton didn't know what had come over him, but