The Window God Opens Isn't Easy to Squeeze Through

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Aaron was hammering a red-hot iron block at the forge. Completely absorbed in his work, he didn't even notice the sweat dripping down his face. He was just instinctively using every bit of strength to expel impurities from the iron block.

Abei was also put on a treadmill by Jeans and forced to burn off body fat as quickly as possible.

"Very good." Argus said with some pride, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Aaron. "If he could focus his energy on forging, he would definitely become a blacksmith who surpasses me in the future."

"But that's impossible." Jeans glanced at his watch. "Besides, the young master's next class starts in ten minutes, you see..."

"You're such a spoilsport!" Argus scoffed, then snapped his fingers.

With a crisp sound, everything Secret Chamber fell silent.

"What's wrong?"

Aaron snapped out of his daze and turned around to look at the two of them, bewildered.

"An hour is almost up, it's time for your next class."

Aaron placed the hammer on the forging table and rubbed his aching arm. "What about my sword?"

"Don't worry about that. This secret Secret Chamber is connected to my memories, so everything Secret Chamber is naturally under my control. You can continue with the cleanup in the next class."

"I see." Aaron suddenly realized, then looked at the half-finished sword blank he had made and frowned, "So... is the sword I made real?"

"Of course not, those ores were all constructed by me based on my own memories." As he spoke, Argus noticed Aaron's darkening face and immediately added, "I did hoard a batch of rare ores before, but I wouldn't give them to a mere mortal to level up; that would be a shameful waste."

"But what you just threw into the furnace was just ordinary iron ore!"

I didn't see any of those so-called rare materials.

"Didn't I put the Mithril in the pot?" Argus turned to Jeans and asked.

"It seems not."

"What about Mysterious Iron, meteorites, and Fire Crystal?"

"It seems..." Jeans was about to shake his head when he saw Argus's warning look and immediately changed his words, "I've been urging Abei to run and haven't been paying much attention."

"Don't take it so seriously!" Argus said somewhat awkwardly. "It's just a simple simulation, but it can give you a very realistic experience."

"Hehe! It doesn't matter."

In short, you left behind a considerable fortune, all of which awaits my inheritance!

Argus paused for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Although it's true, it still sounds so heartbreaking!

Just kidding, don't take it seriously.

"But you have to be generous. Since it's a memory simulation, don't be stingy with those precious materials." Aaron said, lifting Abei off the treadmill and following Jeans to the next classroom.

Argus watched Aaron's retreating figure, shook his head with a wry smile.

This junior is making light of things. He's someone who considers forging his life, and seeing those rare materials ruined is more painful than seeing his own son die.

Since Aaron had already graduated from some majors by 2010, Jeans reduced some courses based on the actual situation. When they entered the first classroom, they saw Weihert with a full head of white hair.

Just as Aaron was about to greet him, Weihert teleported right in front of him.

Their eyes met, and the old man revealed a playful smile. "Your strength has improved quite well."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he could tell that his Magical Energy was not yet complete?

That shouldn't be the case! It would be understandable if it were Thought Form that was discovered, but it's the physical body, so it shouldn't be exposed.

"Intermediate-level Magus, it's clear you haven't wasted this year."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief; thank goodness no one noticed.

"Young Master, you're a mid-level Magus?" Jeans said in astonishment. "No wonder Lord Argus said you could surpass me within two years."

"Keep pretending," Aaron sneered. "Our ancestors could tell because I was in their memory space, but you, a Grand Archmage, can't see it?"

"He really can't tell," Weihert explained. "Grand Archmage just sounds more prestigious, but in reality, it's just a very simple matter."

Jeans blushed slightly, but dared not refute.

Regardless of his status, this man could suppress him with a single hand, both before and after his death.

Aaron was speechless for a moment when he saw this. "Don't look so embarrassed. How can I, a mid-level Archmage, not Magus, bear this?"

"But Dumbledore is also Grand Archmage ..." Aaron paused slightly, then chuckled awkwardly, "Alright! He's a Grand Archmage can break through to the Saint Realm at any time, he's not even in the same league as the Butler."

"Young Master," Jeans said, somewhat disheartened, "Please give me some face."

"I'll definitely do it next time."

"Class is about to start." Weihert looked at Aaron. "Show me your achievements this year."

"I certainly won't let you down," Aaron said proudly, having complete confidence in his abilities regarding Magic Array.

"However, I have a small question before that, and I hope you can answer it for me."

Weihert became interested. "Tell me, there's actually a problem that's bothering you."

What is the method for Grand Archmage to break through to the Saint Realm?

"Mental state of mind," Weihert continued. "It presents different challenges for different people. Some people have a transcendent mindset, and when they accumulate enough Magic Power, success comes naturally. Others have complex minds, and even if their Magic Power exceeds that bottleneck, they can only be bound to the ground."

The former can witness entirely new scenery and climb to higher levels, while the latter can only look on with envy. However, this does not prevent them from improving their foundation; if their talent is high enough, fighting beyond their level is not impossible.

Aaron nodded slowly, finally understanding why Dumbledore had been hovering on the edge of the Saint Realm.

That old bastard has been cunning for eight weeks, and if he put all his energy into fighting the Dark Lord, it's no wonder he'll fail.

"Besides achieving the required mental state, are there any other ways?" Aaron asked.

"Of course there is. When God closes a door, he opens a window," Weihert said calmly, then looked at Aaron. "But don't worry, your door is open."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "You and Argus Ancestor both like to keep people in suspense. What I want to ask is, how did that window get there?"

Weihert raised an eyebrow. "You don't need to know this."

"What if I really need to know?" Aaron said solemnly. "It has nothing to do with curiosity, it's just that my current opponent might be at this level."

He's a madman; I need to know if he's even capable of taking that step.

Upon hearing this, Weihert looked at Jeans, his fierce aura instantly erupting, "Is this how you take care of him? You let him easily provoke a quasi- Saint Realm Warlock."

Jeans was forced back several steps, his face pale, and he knelt on the ground.

"This has nothing to do with him, it was my own carelessness." Aaron stood in front of Jeans, shielding him from most of the pressure. "Being too outstanding isn't necessarily a good thing. Light and Dark Factions are trying to win me over."

"The Dark Lord and the Dark Lord of our time?" Weihert said thoughtfully, a playful smile appearing on his lips. "I can imagine your life at Hogwarts; it must be incredibly interesting."

"It's incredibly exciting," Aaron corrected. "Things aren't going well these days; it's tough to get by anywhere!"

"Try to think positively; every era is like this."

"You may not seek him out, but he will seek you out," Weihert said, then with a wave of his hand, Jeans stood up, and the pressure on him suddenly dissipated.

Gollum!

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard. He knew this ancestor was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong, able to easily subdue the Grand Archmage.

"Ancestor, just how strong were you back then?!"

"Me?" A hint of regret and a touch of pride flashed in Weihert's eyes. "If you want to know, wait until Vico arrives and ask him yourself. This is recorded in the family history."

"Why don't you just tell me directly?"

"Young Master." Jeans shook his head repeatedly at Aaron, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

"Alright! I was too hasty." Aaron suppressed his curiosity. After all, Vico and the others would be arriving in a month, and he would find out sooner or later.

"Now, ancestor, can you tell me what that window is?"

"I'm really impressed with you," Weihert said with a wry smile. "If you're not in the right mindset but still want to see the outside world through the window, then you'll just have to squeeze in as hard as you can."

This process is agonizing; you won't be able to squeeze out if you don't have enough strength, but even if you do manage to, you'll pay a price: excess Magical Energy will dissipate uncontrollably, and you'll experience a prolonged period of weakness.

"I think I'm stumped." Aaron stroked his chin and pondered, "To get through that window, I need more Magic Power than Holy Magus."

Once that threshold is crossed, regardless of the amount of Magic Power accumulated beforehand, one will regress to the standard of the Initial Saint Realm, and their condition will decline for a period of time.

"You could say that," Weihert said with satisfaction.

Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief upon receiving an affirmative answer.

This was definitely the best news he had heard all day. Neither Dumbledore nor Voldemort would be able to overcome that bottleneck before they could completely kill the other.

Everyone wants to see higher views, but one must restrain their desires before eliminating hidden dangers.

Don't let your hard-won breakthrough be followed by your nemesis coming after you; that would be a truly unjust death.

"I've answered your question. Now let me see the results of your work!"

"No problem, but..." Aaron glanced in Jeans ' direction. Most of his strength had already been revealed, but he was still hiding the rest.

"You can go out now," Weihert said. "I'll take him to the next classroom when it's time."

"Yes."

"Jeans said respectfully, and then opened the door to another Chamber of Secrets.

However, he had only stepped in with one foot when he remembered something and retreated somewhat embarrassedly. "Young Master, may Abei come with me?"

You know it; if no one supervises it, it will definitely slack off on its weight loss journey.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked at the leopard-colored Young Dragon hiding in the corner.

Abei clutched his empty pockets, feigning a wronged expression, and looked as if he was about to cry.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Abei was referring to the mountain of snacks that had been taken away by the Thought Form. He shook his head helplessly. "Forget it! It's no big deal to let it rest for a class period."