Eliminating the Possibility of Coasting Through Life

Vico stared at Aaron's expectant gaze for a moment before snapping out of his daze. "How did you come up with this idea?"

"It's normal to have that thought!" Aaron said half-jokingly. "I'm the sole heir of a large family. I can inherit the family fortune step by step, diligently and conscientiously, and live a happy life without worrying about food or drink."

"You could say I'm already at a finish line that others can never reach. With that advantage, why should I go to other worlds and take on unknown risks?"

"Heh!" Vico laughed in exasperation. "Unfortunately, son, you're going to be disappointed. Ensuring the connection between this world and other worlds is Gaius's duty."

Moreover, you have received professional training. With the skills your ancestors taught you, you can do well no matter what world you go to.

Most importantly, you... have no worries about the future, while your the Mother and I...

"Stop talking." Aaron took a deep breath. "I'll go. Give me a day to prepare."

Vico and Lisana exchanged a glance and nodded with satisfaction.

If Aaron can understand this, then they don't need to try to persuade him anymore.

They couldn't bear to send their thirteen-year-old son to explore other worlds, for this was an opportunity that others could only dream of, and something he, as Gaius's successor, had to do.

How do I get out of here?

"It's simple, you can do it anytime you want," Vico said.

Aaron instantly understood, picked Abei up and took a few steps forward, where he saw a door.

Without hesitation, he walked out.

"Is Aaron overthinking things?" Lisana asked worriedly.

"No," Vico said confidently. "His mental fortitude is recognized by all our ancestors; he just needs some time to accept this."

After leaving the Secret Chamber, Aaron felt completely exhausted. His heavy thoughts made him walk at half the speed he had before.

He had considered the mission he carried before. In his mind, at most, it would be to contact other races as the heir of the family, maintain cooperative relationships, or help deal with the unknown secrets hidden in the Magic World, such as strengthening some kind of seal.

I thought his imagination was already wild enough, but compared to his so-called mission, it was simply a joke.

"Young Master," Jeans approached unnoticed, feigning ignorance, "You seem to have something on your mind..."

"Don't bother me. You dare say you don't know where I just went?" Aaron waved his hand impatiently. "I don't want to see anyone from now until tomorrow morning. Don't bother me even if it's the Apocalypse."

"Uh... I mean, if you need psychological counseling, young master, you can go see Flor Flo."

Aaron smiled dismissively. "At this point, it's no use asking anyone for help. No one can help me."

"That's true, but Flor is an experienced man after all."

Upon hearing the words "someone who's been there," Aaron suddenly remembered something, and his listless spirits instantly returned.

"Butler, this is the most meaningful thing you've said in over ten years."

Aaron immediately turned back, quickly opened the tutoring room, and inserted the key into the eighteenth lock.

Click!

Before the door was fully open, he eagerly went inside and skillfully summoned Flor's memories.

After Flor appeared, he looked Aaron over with a meaningful gaze. Seeing Aaron's anxious expression, he immediately understood his purpose. "It seems you already know what you're going to do."

"Ancestor, only you can help me now."

"I can't help you." Flor shook his head. "Even the God of Magic might not be able to cross the barrier between two worlds, and I am just a memory now, so there's nothing I can do to help you."

"That's not what I meant. What I wanted to ask was if there was a way to avoid going?" Aaron asked somewhat nervously. "I know this question goes against the family tradition to some extent."

"Then why are you asking?" Flor said without breathing. "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? If Holy Magus has this opportunity, the chance of breaking through to the God of Law will increase by at least 20%."

"But what if I mess this up? Vico and the others will have to clean up my mess." Aaron's momentum faltered after Aaron finished speaking, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. "Why should they?"

"I understand." Flor clapped his hands. "I was just as indignant as you were at the time, but I didn't think that much about it because I was still confident in myself."

"Stop with the nonsense, just tell me directly if there's a method."

When I asked Vico, he hesitated for a few seconds, which meant there must be a way.

"Maybe it really doesn't exist?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked at Flor seriously, and without saying a word, hugged his leg.

"Here we go again, when will you ever stop?"

"I don't care," Aaron said, tears streaming down his face. "I'm responsible for my own actions and I can bear any consequences. It's just that I don't want to drag them down with me."

"Let go," Flor said with a look of disgust. "Your snot is on my clothes."

"I'll let go if you help me."

"Let go and I'll tell you."

"Oh!"

Aaron decisively let go, then straightened his clothes and looked at him respectfully like a student thirsting for knowledge.

"You must have received special training in changing your expression like that!"

"No, it's purely a matter of practice makes perfect," Aaron said confidently.

"If you don't want to go, there are three ways." Flor held up three fingers. "The first is to become the clan chief, but you can't think about that for now. You have to be an adult to inherit the position of clan chief."

Aaron nodded regretfully. "Next."

"Your strength has reached the God of Magic." Flor looked at Aaron with amusement. "Do you think you can reach that level before you come of age?"

"I can't do it." Aaron gritted his teeth. "What's the third way?"

"The third one is the simplest, the most reliable, and the one that can be done in a short time," Flor said casually, giving Aaron a thunderbolt-like answer under his expectant gaze, "Child."

Aaron nearly coughed up blood. "Are you kidding me?"

"This is no joke," Flor said seriously. "Besides duty, the Gaius family values bloodline the most."

As long as your bloodline meets the requirements, he will automatically take your place.

"Let me catch my breath," Aaron said, clutching his head. "The bloodline still needs to meet the requirements..."

Wait, something's not right!

If we follow this method, it will be another vicious cycle, and I'm only thirteen years old, not that much of a beast.

Even if I were to become truly depraved, I still have to fulfill my mission before the child is even born.

"So you can't escape it." Flor patted Aaron on the shoulder with some sympathy. "Just accept it! That's fate."

"Ancestor, you really know how to make fun of me." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Is this funny?"

"Interesting.

There's no need to be so pessimistic. The succession rate among successors throughout history is less than one in ten, and at least half of those one in ten are those who sacrificed themselves voluntarily.

"You are our prized student; you will definitely return safely."

"Fine, if we can't avoid it, we can't avoid it!" Aaron lowered his head and chose to settle for second best. "But if I accidentally die, is there any way to prevent Vico and the others from interfering?"

"Yes, that's true, but are you really that insecure about yourself?"

Aaron remained silent, confident that he had the ability, but faced with the unknown, he lacked confidence.

"Go ahead! Considering your filial piety," Flor said calmly. "The first option is suicide, whether before or after going to the underworld. It's the fastest and most effective way."

"The second one is the obvious choice," Aaron said immediately. Suicide was out of the question; he hadn't lived enough yet!

"The second is having overwhelming strength; as long as you are strong enough, you can ignore the rules."

Aaron chuckled, "How strong does it have to be?"

"At least a god of magic."

"That can also be ruled out. If I were that capable, I wouldn't have come to ask you."

Is there a third method?

"That...is also possible." Flor stroked his chin and said in a deep voice, "For example, Weihert, he used the third method."

"Did our ancestor Weihert really die in another world?" Aaron said in disbelief. "I always thought he died of old age."

"No, he's one of the few who brought this upon himself," Flor said with a sigh. "The world he went to was a place of constant warfare, where all the races were fighting."

Logically speaking, as long as he develops his strength cautiously and does what he can when the war ends, leaving Gaius's footprints in that world, he can return safely.

But he refused. The day after he arrived in that world, he joined the army and went to the battlefield as a human.

"And then he was killed?" Aaron said. "Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"Uh... you're really underestimating your ancestor!"

He was already Holy Magus when he went to the Land of the Dead, and was also proficient in offensive magic. He single-handedly slaughtered forty-three races and defeated more than one hundred and twenty alien races.

"Hiss!" Aaron gasped. "This is a bit too much, isn't it? I personally think that Ancestor Weihert was quite kind."

"Hmph! If you went, you probably wouldn't be much better off than him."

According to family history, in that world, humans faced extraordinary hardship, held extremely low status, and their living space was compressed to an appalling degree.

Upon hearing this, Aaron nearly lost his balance and collapsed onto the floor.

He hasn't even set off yet, why is he scaring people like this? This is a recipe for disaster!

Seeing Aaron's absent-minded look, Flor pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, it's relatively safe the first time you go. You won't run into any bad luck like this."

"The first time?" Aaron quickly grasped the key point. "How many times do I have to go?"

"After returning, it will be a two- to three-year cycle, which is a relatively humane arrangement."

Of course, you could also choose to stay in another world for a longer period, improve your skills by decades or even centuries, and then return.

Aaron closed his eyes in anguish.

It takes two to three years to complete a cycle, so you could say that after a period of rest and recuperation, it's time to set off again.

As for staying in other worlds, that's even more impossible. The ratio of time flow to speed is too great. By the time he returns, his mentality will probably be quite weathered!

Despite having the face of a teenager, he has the heart of someone older than Albus Dumbledore, and just thinking about it makes him shudder.

"Let's talk about the 'Aftermath' instead!"

"After that, he naturally ran into a tough opponent. Seven beings comparable to the peak of Saint Mage joined forces to besiege him, forcing him to risk his life. In the end, he managed to exchange one for seven, which was quite remarkable."

If you're lucky enough to be transported to that world, you'll be born a king, and even the king will treat you with respect.

Because Weihert Gaius held a position there akin to God, his statue has always stood at the center of the world, revered by people worldwide.

Aaron didn't know what to say. "Do all the women in our family like to play the Chosen One?"

"Who knows! It's also possible they're just bored and have nothing better to do."

"So what exactly is the third method?"

"I've already said all this, you still can't guess, can you?" Flor said with a half-smile.

Aaron paused for a moment, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. "It's not about becoming the Chosen One, is it?"

"More or less." Flor nodded affirmatively. "Weihert changed the human living environment and created the social order. According to the clan rules, he has the right to decide his own fate after death."

"That's absolutely brilliant," Aaron said with a bitter smile. "Our ancestors set this rule, which has practically put us in their grip."

"If you know it, you have to find a balance in this kind of experience. Under the premise of ensuring your own survival, try to do something meaningful."

It must be admitted that our ancestors were truly farsighted and wise, and they greatly prevented the possibility of their heirs becoming lazy and complacent.

Aaron:...

I feel like I've been subtly insulted.

"I roughly understand what I should do." Aaron slowly stood up. "Ancestor Flor, now that I know so much, do you have any other suggestions?"

For example, what props should I bring? What actions can't I take?

"You still want to bring props?" Flor had to pour cold water on Aaron's enthusiasm. "According to the clan rules, each heir can only bring some travel expenses when they set off for the first time, and it cannot exceed ten gold coins."

Apart from this, nothing else that might be helpful should be brought.

After all, it's a training ground, not a chance to enjoy life.

"Damn it!" Aaron couldn't help but swear. "We can't even bring Wand?!"

"You can already Wandless Casting, why would you care about this?"

"How can I not care?" Aaron said righteously. "If we run out of money, selling the Wand will at least help us get by for a while longer."

Flor:...

"You are so smart."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Aaron pretended not to notice the sarcasm in the words and accepted his ancestor's praise without hesitation.

Flor raised an eyebrow. "I'll inform Vico later to change the rule from 'no more than ten gold coins' to 'no items with a total value exceeding ten gold coins'."

"Ah!"

Aaron was dumbfounded, feeling like he had shot himself in the foot.

"Haha, just kidding, I wouldn't be so stingy as to haggle over a little bit of travel expenses."

You can carry a Wand, but you can't carry other magical items.

As for not being able to do something...,"Flor pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "Try to hide yourself well, and act like an ordinary person."

Also, remember not to use magic casually; this is both advice and a warning.

Because in some worlds magic is considered heresy, Warlock are immediately executed upon capture.

"Like what's written in the book?" Aaron frowned. "Tie them to a cross and burn them?"

"This is just one of them."

Although Muggle executions pose no real threat to Warlock, they are very troublesome.

Aaron nodded, thankfully he had learned a lot and could protect himself from ordinary dangers even without magic.