Anything he could write into his thesis was knowledge others could study and use. If others had no way to use it, there was no need for him to write it into the thesis and leave them itching with envy.
Of course, he could also find ways to let others use some of his exclusive methods—for example, building fully automated block-generating machines so others could place blocks like he did, setting up an experience farm inside, and allowing others to use the magic books of Newborn Magic Arts...
"I really am a genius."
Kayson casually tore the book in his hand to pieces, then used the Creator God to move all the machines far away into the corners of the office, leaving a massive empty space in the middle.
It was worth mentioning that the couples strolling and dating among the enormous machines were moved as well. Tragically, they too were relocated to the corners of the office.
Take Ron and Neville, for example. They had been rowing away through the office and were just about to see hope at the exit. Then they blinked, and they were back by the office's floor-to-ceiling windows, at least half a marathon away from the exit.
Of course, that was an exaggeration.
And it was not just Ron and Neville. There were plenty of other unlucky young wizards too.
For instance, Clay, a fourth-year Ravenclaw, had finally managed to win over a fifth-year Slytherin senior girl. As a successful man who had found himself an older girl, all he needed to do was take his older girl back to the Great Hall for a meal, and today's date would have ended perfectly.
But who could have expected Professor Kayson to pull something like this halfway through?
"Is this fucking right? Did Professor Kayson