Big Shots Are Big Shots Wherever They Go 3/3

For example, Pythagoras, the oldest of them all, a gaunt old man proficient in geometry and mathematics, possessed an absurdly precise magical targeting ability. When he fought, he seemed calm and casual, yet every magical attack struck its target at exactly the right moment like a tracking missile with eyes.

With a casual wave of the gaunt old man's hand, parabolic arcs formed from burning Aether continuously traced graceful curves through the air and smashed down onto the heads of high-threat targets.

Ever since Samael began overseeing the entire battlefield, the old man had maintained a 100%! (MISSING) hit rate.

Even on such a complex battlefield, the Deep Sea Fleet's high-tech targeting bombardments fell far short of Pythagoras.

Next was Heraclitus, an old man holding a book and dressed in gray robes, who looked hot-tempered. He possessed nearly absurd perception and control over fire-elemental magic.

Moreover, every cluster of flames he hurled carried traits such as "unquenchable," "adhesion," "splash," and "ignition." Once they hit a target, they could use the Aether in the air to set a wide area ablaze. He was practically a human-shaped napalm bomb launcher.

Amid the flying flesh and blood of sea monsters and Leviathan serpents, the old man grew more and more spirited and could not help praising this damn war.

Yes, he was genuinely praising it.

Even at the highly tolerant Athens Academy, he remained an oddity. He despised humanity, worshipped war, and called war "the king of all things."

"War is the king of all things. It makes some into gods, some into men, some into slaves, and some into free men."

This was the doctrine the old man preached at Athens Academy. Thus, when teaching there, he was known for his extreme hawkish views. He strongly advocated that Athens build up its