Chapter 19

After finally absorbing all those memories, Suye's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly opened the Magic Book, with no time to read the new Magic Letter, and instead looked at last year's and this year's course catalogs! Suye stared at the class schedule, his face stiff and his gaze vacant.

At that moment, Suye even felt that surviving Lawrence after so much effort might have been a mistake.

Suye stared at the course catalog and began counting.

First: Greek.

Second: Roman Language.

Third: Egyptian Language.

Fourth: Persian Language.

Fifth: Norse Language.

Sixth: Geography.

Seventh: Climatology.

Eighth: Botany.

Ninth: Zoology.

Tenth: World History.

Eleventh: Greek History.

Twelfth: Religious Studies.

Thirteenth: Navigation.

Fourteenth: Oceanography.

Fifteenth: Marine Biology.

Sixteenth: Mathematics.

Seventeenth: Geometry.

Eighteenth: Music Class.

Nineteenth: Art Class.

Twentieth: Epic Studies.

Twenty-first: Weaponry.

Twenty-second: Military Formation.

Twenty-third: Running Class.

Twenty-fourth: Driving Class.

Minor courses: Drama, sculpture, harp, public speaking, Egyptian History, Persian History, Roman History, Northern European History, discus, wrestling, grappling, boxing, armed running, javelin, and long jump—a total of fifteen courses.

Those were only the courses from last year. This year, he not only had to continue studying them, but also had new courses added.

With his mind a complete muddle, Suye continued counting.

Twenty-fifth: Dragon Clan Language.

Twenty-sixth: Giant Language.

Twenty-seventh: Dwarf Language.

Twenty-eighth: Devil Language.

Twenty-ninth: Elemental Language.

Thirtieth: Underworld Language.

Thirty-first: Magic Geometry.

Thirty-second: Magic Mathematics.

Thirty-third: Potion Making.

Thirty-fourth: Puppet Studies.

Thirty-fifth: Magic Formation Studies.

Thirty-sixth: Magic Artifact Studies.

Thirty-seventh: Spell Study.

Thirty-eighth: Magical Beast Study.

Thirty-ninth: Elemental Study.

Fortieth: Prophecy.

Forty-first: Illusion Study.

Forty-second: Mind Study.

Forty-third: Witchcraft History.

Forty-fourth: Magic History.

Forty-fifth: Meditation Studies.

Forty-sixth: Magic Combat Studies.

Forty-seventh: Astrology.

Forty-eighth: Gemology.

Forty-ninth: Fighting Study.

Fiftieth: War Technique Study.

Fifty-first: Alchemy Knowledge.

Fifty-second: Sacrifice Study.

Fifty-third: Basic Magic Study.

Fifty-fourth: Talent Study.

Fifty-fifth: Wilderness Survival Class.

After Suye finished counting the long list of courses, his mind came perilously close to breaking down.

His head buzzed incessantly, as if it were about to explode.

He had thought Blue Star's education was already terrifying enough, but compared with Plato Academy, where students took fifty-five major courses in a year, it was practically early education for toddlers.

And this was only his second year. Who knew how many more courses would be added next year? Would they end up studying a hundred courses in one year?

Who could stand that?

At that moment, the same sentence kept echoing through Suye's mind.

Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore.

Suye felt his entire worldview take a massive blow. He had fought desperately to survive, only to be rewarded with this? Plato Hell? Teachers of Plato Academy, please, try acting like human beings!

Before this, Suye had thought last year's Suye was hopelessly bad at studying. But looking at things now, if he had been sent to study this at fifteen on Blue Star, he wasn't sure what kind of mess he would have become.

In a daze, Suye recalled the makeup of this class.

Some had passed the talent assessment. They either possessed warrior talent or magical talent. Plato Academy not only exempted them from tuition, but also provided them with various living subsidies.

Some were descendants of powerful mages or warriors.

Some had come through powerful family members or relatives.

Hote had been recommended by the military, making him one of the few exceptions.

The final group consisted of students like Suye, whose families had spent a large sum of money to get them in.

Students like Suye were already at the very bottom of Plato Academy's pecking order.

Yet most students who had paid to enter Plato Academy had been guided by their parents since childhood, studying all kinds of knowledge. Their future achievements were generally far from low.

Suye had none of that.

Ever since he was little, Suye had spent every day running off to Lion Harbor to play whenever he had nothing else to do. He kept playing until he was fifteen.

His childhood had been happy.

His adolescence had been tragic.

"I must be dreaming. This dream is too terrifying. Wake up already..."

Suye closed his eyes and silently repeated it for a long time. When he opened them, Teacher Niedern was still lecturing from the podium in Egyptian Language he could not understand at all.

Suye refused to believe he could be this miserable. He rubbed his eyes, then stared at the course schedule in the Magic Book once more, counting the courses one by one.

"Fifty-five."

A nightmare of a number.

Suye suddenly had a bad feeling and desperately tried to recall what he had studied last year.

In the end, he discovered that he remembered almost none of the actual knowledge. He remembered only two sensations.

One was that it had been exhausting.

The other was that it had been too difficult.

"What did you do last year!" Suye roared at himself inwardly. He really wanted to drag that Athenian teenager from his dream out and beat him senseless.

Suye's heart was filled with grief and indignation. Normal people either suffered through hardships before finding smooth sailing, or overcame difficulties and gained something from them. But him? He had lurched along through one disaster after another, with no end in sight! Suye really wanted to return to yesterday, meet Lawrence again, lie down on the ground, close his eyes, and say, "I have no money, just one life! Please, show some mercy and get it over with!"

Suye wandered in a daze for a long time before slowly regaining his senses.

He lowered his head and looked at his thumb and index finger pressed together, yet stubbornly refrained from double-clicking.

"I still need to cultivate. A habit developed over many years was actually scared off by fifty-five courses."

After a long while, Suye once again asked himself the Lakin's Question he had asked countless times over the years.

"What should I do right now?"

"Study?"

"Something else!" Suye roared inwardly.

Suye suffered an unprecedented setback and faintly felt as if a ball of flame had lodged in his chest.

Suye suddenly closed his eyes and began breathing deeply. He abandoned thought, abandoned random musings, abandoned judgment, and carefully sensed the discomfort in his chest, as well as every detail of his body.

He only felt his body.

Gradually, Suye's breathing grew steadier and steadier.

Before long, Suye opened his eyes again. They were clear and bright.

"What should I do right now?"

"Mm... I understand."

Suye opened the Magic Book, set it to a mode visible only to himself, and began writing and drawing.

It took him half a class before Suye finally let out a long breath.

"Although most of what I studied in the past is no longer useful, the transferable knowledge still has value."

Suye completely sorted everything out. His eyes were not only clearer, but also seemed to hold something more.

"I have a direction and a goal, and my identity is certain. After examining everything from top to bottom, I need to start climbing from the bottom upward."

Suye opened the course schedule once more. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, then instantly returned to normal.

"To pass, I need to fully understand Plato Academy's examination rules."

Suye began reading the examination guidelines. After finishing, he sighed in relief. It seemed that the inhuman teachers of Plato Academy also knew it was unrealistic to expect a student to master all knowledge, so they had established different ways to pass.