Hidden Masters All Around

"That is..." Jeans swallowed hard, his face darkening as he forced a smile as he asked, "A coffin?"

"Nonsense." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, opened the coffin lid, and lay down inside. "I'd love to build a Noah's Ark, but my strength just won't allow it!"

Jeans was momentarily speechless, wanting to say something but unsure how to begin.

Young Master is very talented, but if you want to navigate this Secret Chamber with ease, talent is not as important as accumulation.

The older they are, the more advantageous they become in dealing with danger. Their abundant Magic Power and knowledge reserves are enough to allow them to calmly avoid this crisis.

Young Master is only a thirteen-year-old child. Even if his Magic Power meets the standard, he cannot handle such a large-scale situation with the magic he has learned so far.

Therefore, having a beautiful coffin made for oneself before death is not without its elegance.

Jeans nodded to himself, feeling that he had guessed the young master's thoughts.

Aaron, who was closing the coffin lid on himself, suddenly shuddered. He didn't think much of it, after all, this kind of environment could easily make people tremble.

Rumble!

As expected, the massive snowfall engulfed the coffin.

After a violent jolt, Aaron opened his eyes to complete darkness.

"Buried deep enough!" Aaron chuckled, then picked up his Wand. "Lumos!"

The darkness was dispelled by the light, but what remained was an incredibly heavy white, filling one's heart with a sense of oppression.

"Okay! It's not just deep, it's extremely deep."

Aaron lay in the ice coffin he had meticulously crafted, quietly contemplating what to do next.

Can I use Apparition teleport to a safe place?

No, if he leaves now, Jeans to the next place. He doesn't want to experience this thrilling feeling again and again.

Furthermore, if the ability to teleport were exposed, Jeans would definitely prepare in advance, making it impossible for him to use this ability to escape unexpectedly in the future.

After pondering for a while, he lay down and chose it as his first choice.

Skipping class is out of the question for now, but taking a nap or something shouldn't be a big deal!

With that thought in mind, Aaron raised his Wand and made a small hole in the coffin lid, and then drew two Magic Array.

A wind-attribute Magic Array ensures air circulation, while a fire-attribute Magic Array prevents the temperature inside the coffin from getting too low.

More than an hour later, the Secret Chamber returned to normal.

Jeans and Abei saw Aaron lying on the open ground and anxiously went over to check on him.

As they approached, the expressions on the faces of both the man and the dragon were quite interesting, because the person they were most worried about was sleeping soundly, as if having a pleasant daydream.

"Truly worthy of being called the young master!" Jeans was speechless. The last time someone was this lazy was more than a thousand years ago.

Abei reached out a paw and shook Aaron awake, "Hey, wake up."

"Hmm?" Aaron rubbed his eyes. "Is it too late?"

"I'm impressed." Jeans gave a thumbs up. "Young Master, your performance has truly amazed me. You won't have to experience avalanches anymore."

I was careless; how did I fall asleep?

Aaron immediately stood up. This was precious rest time; how could he just give it up?

"No, I don't agree."

"Young Master, I need to remind you," Jeans said helplessly, "I'm in charge of arranging your classes. This kind of cheating is enough for once."

Aaron tried to negotiate, but Jeans just kept a straight face and said, "There's no room for negotiation. You can protest, but your protest is invalid."

"All right!"

Jeans took out another set of keys, looked at the Secret Chamber numbers on the wall, and inserted them into the number one key.

A scorching heat rushed towards them, and the forging room, with the volcano's center as its energy core, appeared before the two people and the dragon.

"I don't like volcanoes; they're always so unpredictable." Aaron shook his head, then skillfully placed his hand on the hand model of the black stone pillar, and Argus Gaius, with black hair and silver eyes, appeared.

"It's been a long time, little Aaron."

"It has been quite a while, Ancestor," Aaron said sheepishly. "School just let out for break yesterday, and I came over today."

"There's nothing to complain about." Argus ruffled Aaron's hair. "This era is pretty good. When I was alive, there were wars all the time."

"But I just experienced a volcanic eruption and an avalanche, and my mental state was severely damaged."

Upon hearing this, Argus slowly turned to look at Jeans, his sharp gaze causing cold sweat to appear on Genes' forehead.

"Good job. This is something he has to go through, and the sooner the better."

"Understood, sir." Jeans breathed a sigh of relief, then gave his young master a provocative look: See? The teaching team is all on my side.

Aaron was dumbfounded. He had thought someone would stand up for him, but this ending... was too heartbreaking!

"I heard from Vico that you took my sword?" Argus asked with amusement. "Is it any good?"

"It's so useful! I cleaved that giant snake in two in one go."

"Very good. The first thing you need to do this holiday is to forge a sword."

"Ancestor," Aaron hesitated, "My current skill level is only slightly better than that of a blacksmith in the Muggle world. Isn't it a bit too early for me to be forging weapons?"

"I think so too, it's your time that's running out."

If you don't start learning soon and gain experience, you might miss the opportunity to forge Divine Artifact later.

Aaron looked completely bewildered upon hearing this.

He roughly understood what it meant. "My time is running out," which is quite frightening!

"Ahem!" Jeans coughed, cautiously reminding him, "Lord Argus, the young master is only thirteen years old... it's not appropriate for him to know too much!"

"He has the right to know now that this is the conclusion we old fogies came up with." Argus looked at Jeans meaningfully. "Do you believe that in two weeks he can dominate you?"

Jeans paused for a moment, then quickly shook his head. "If you said he could beat me when he was a fully grown man, I wouldn't doubt it, but two years is far too short."

"Who do you think you are?" Aaron said unhappily.

"I absolutely did not mean that, but I just felt it was a bit Reality Stone. After all, I am a Grand Archmage."

"Grand Archmage?" Aaron looked at him in surprise. "I always thought you were at Archmage Peak."

Jeans' face darkened. "Young Master, aren't you the one who looks down on people?"

"But two years ago, Vico said that the only way to prevent bodyguards from following me around all the time was to defeat them. He clearly told me back then that I was Archmage."

I've already done my best to place you at the very top of the Archmage. Isn't that a sign of respect for you?

"Um... never mind." Jeans waved his hand wearily. "Actually, the patriarch said that to encourage you and hoped that you could reach the level of Archmage as soon as possible."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this.

"If you are Grand Archmage, that also means my other bodyguards..."

"Don't worry, young master, they are all at least mid-level Archmage," Jeans said proudly. "Moreover, they have all experienced at least dozens of battles, so fighting enemies of higher levels is no problem for them."

Aaron:...

Good heavens, that's really good heavens.

Yuan thought that he was strong enough to compete with the bodyguard team, and if he won, no one would be able to protect him like a surveillance team anymore.

He hadn't expected Reality Stone to be so cruel, the difficulty had increased significantly, and he couldn't beat any of them at random. It now seemed quite difficult to defeat them fair and square in a short period of time.

He dared not try the other two methods to gain his freedom!

He did reach the level of Archmage before the age of eighteen, but once exposed, these ancestors in the Secret Chamber could kill him in no time.

As for the third option, that's even more impossible: marrying a wife and raising the next generation.

This is a completely impossible task for a thirteen-year-old child.

"They've kept it well hidden!" Aaron said indignantly. "Our school's teaching staff probably can't even compare."

"That's not necessarily true," Jeans said calmly. "At least your vice principal is quite capable, no less so than me."

The other heads of the department were similar, especially Severus Snape. If he hadn't wasted most of his energy on Potions, with his talent he would be close to becoming Grand Archmage by now.

Aaron couldn't help but cover his face.

Damn, everyone around me is a hidden master!

"And Albus Dumbledore? How much do you know about him?"

"This... Dumbledore's strength is far beyond mine, I am not aware of it."

"Is there anything you don't know?" Aaron couldn't help but tease.

Jeans felt offended and said hesitantly, "Archmage Peak, that was the old patriarch's assessment many years ago."

Dumbledore absolutely deserves the title of the greatest White Lord of the 2nd century; even ordinary Holy Magus might not be his match.

Logically speaking, he could reach the Saint Realm at any time, but for some reason, he hasn't taken that step yet.

"We need to overcome a hurdle," Argus remarked with a sigh.

"What?" Aaron asked curiously, almost forgetting that this ancestor was Holy Magus in the past, a true veteran.

"This is too early for you. You'll understand when you reach the Archmage Peak."

"Ancestor, you can't even satisfy the curiosity of a junior like me, can you?"

"Well... alright!" Argus said, both amused and exasperated. "What can I do? I've been stuck with a descendant like you!"

He didn't want Aaron to be overly ambitious, especially since there were more than twenty of his ancestors in the Secret Chamber, some of whom were even stronger than him.

These people might tell Aaron, and at least the guy in charge of the library would definitely answer any questions.

"The transition from magician to Archmage relies on accumulation. Once the Magic Power reaches the required level, the transition will naturally follow. Generally speaking, Warlock can enter this stage before the age of forty."

Therefore, the Warlock world is not lacking in Archmage. Archmage vary in strength, and only a small percentage can break through to higher levels.

The path from Archmage to Grand Archmage depends on talent; only those with sufficient talent can break through those bottlenecks.

After this, to enter the Saint Realm, one needs a sufficiently strong heart to overcome the hurdle deep within one's heart; to put it bluntly, one must transcend oneself.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked completely bewildered, while Jeans frowned deeply.

There are always some words in the world that are inexplicable and hard to understand, and surpassing oneself is one of them.

"Hmm? Did I not explain it clearly enough?"

Aaron and Jeans nodded in unison, and even Abei pretended to join in.

"Try to put it as simply as possible, in a way that we can understand," Aaron said patiently. "If possible, it would be best to give an example."

Argus pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head and said, "If you want to pursue eternity, you can't be afraid of death."

"Oh!" Aaron suddenly realized. "If we can't get over this hurdle, isn't there any other way?"

"There are solutions, but..."

"But what?"

"Let's talk about it when you reach that level!"

"I'm just a blacksmith; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to say anything more."

Aaron:...

I took out my little treasure, and this is what you're telling me?