Wenren Sheng waved a hand and cast a Healing Art on everyone.
With the ten-thousandfold boost, they recovered at once.
"Your determination is admirable. I hope you can keep it up," Wenren Sheng praised them before leaving the spotless restroom.
The others watched the few men with complicated expressions. Their courage was truly remarkable.
For the sake of magic, for the sake of absolute rationality, they had actually dared to castrate themselves.
That resolve alone showed just how high their future potential was.
Castrating oneself in poverty was nothing unusual; there had been plenty of eunuchs in ancient times. What was difficult was castrating oneself to achieve greater accomplishments when one already had everything.
During the next class, Old Liu sent Wenren Sheng away.
"I really can't let you come again. Your Teaching Skill is too brutal. If all the male mages in the base become eunuchs, we can't afford that loss," Old Liu said helplessly.
"It has nothing to do with me," Wenren Sheng said, refusing to admit it was his fault.
He was merely a guide. How the students chose to walk their path was their own business.
Old Liu then sent Wenren Sheng away. He would probably have plenty of free time from now on.
Wenren Sheng flew all the way home.
But halfway there, a beam of white light descended from the sky, and he vanished.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself seated behind a long table.
Five people sat around it—three men and two women, all dressed like modern people.
A middle-aged man sat at the narrow end of the table, apparently the host.
Wenren Sheng swept his gaze over everyone.
"The last person has arrived. This Cthulhu Game is a six-player instance. Our mission is to explore a sunken ship in