Human nature was much the same everywhere: people didn't begrudge others having more, so long as they weren't treated unfairly themselves. Even if they knew they lacked the talent to earn recognition within their own races, and so hadn't received abundant resources or become the darlings of their people, that didn't mean they could accept it with equanimity.
Weren't they all born to parents, too? Why should those people enjoy so many resources? Why should they be born with halos already shining over their heads?
Back when Titan Academy and the four great Gold Races had good relations, everyone had gotten along, and their ties had been close. Perhaps then, these feelings could still be held in check.
But now that they knew the four great Gold Races intended to abandon Titan Academy, their resentment naturally erupted with twice the force.
They had never accepted the geniuses of their respective races. Some were even eager to watch them make fools of themselves, waiting for them to fall flat on their faces.
And now, the facts proved that even the geniuses of those races seemed fragile in the face of the greater tide. They couldn't withstand the winds and rains of Heaven's Will, either.
How many of those geniuses who had once squeezed them out of any chance to advance within their races were still alive?
And even among those still alive, how many were living well?
Even if they were living well, how long could they keep it up beneath the tide of Heaven's Will?
As a result, the vast majority of the scholars at the academy were actually delighted. They felt the Ten Gold Races had been arrogant and self-serving, and that at last, they were getting what they deserved.
Wonderful! This Heaven's Will Tower, this prophecy of the