Lanchi's Acknowledgement Plan

The man wore a well-tailored gray pinstripe suit, with a dark brown silk tie knotted at his collar. A knee-length overcoat in the same color hung on the coat rack in a corner of the classroom.

He looked very young, yet carried himself with the dignified elegance of an old professor.

He stepped away from the glass window covered in beautiful writing and returned once more to his lectern.

Many students were still staring toward the glass.

Even setting aside the meaning he had expressed, the rows and tree diagrams formed by his handwriting possessed a breathtaking beauty that made people reluctant to look away.

"For nearly a century, the rapid development of Magical Engineering has not merely been a step forward. Rather, a new method of understanding the world has gradually been revealed. Someone opened the door for us, and we are peering through the crack. We have seen the world hidden within our own—a world filled with energy and contradictions, a world that some people find difficult to accept."

Standing at the lectern, he addressed the many students seated in the auditorium-like classroom below.

The bells of Elliot Hall rang out, sending ripples through the air and clouds, yet they could not disturb the students' concentration.

"Magical Engineering is like a musical score. The important thing isn't whether you can read music, but whether you can hear it. Can you hear it?"

He patted the lectern, his gaze seeming to rest on every student.

"I can."

The classroom fell briefly silent, but then many students nodded lightly, as if their hearts were surging with emotion.

Just as Lanchi's lecture was underway—

"Professor, where are we supposed to find the fuel?"

The question came from a rather aristocratic-looking girl with vertical pupils. Her eagerness was evident in the way