This Cheat Is Awesome. Let's Keep It On. It's Interesting! (Seeking Follow-ups)

Leaving Vulture Dragon Mountain, Ganis and his party traveled day and night back to the royal capital.

When the King of Cervantes saw them and learned of the matter, he too was stunned.

"What? A living, true Legendary Archmage?"

"That lord is indeed alive." As Ganis spoke, the High-level Ranger beside him nodded in agreement: "The power he displayed was undoubtedly that of a Legendary Archmage. Of course, I can't rule out other possibilities, but they are extremely slim. More likely, this one's strength is infinitely close to a Demigod."

What Ganis presented was not only a piece of white dragon hide scorched by lightning but also a very rare Memory Orb.

This thing was the magical version of a video recorder. Though it could only store up to a minute of footage, that was enough to show the key moment.

In a projection enlarged to the size of a wall, His Majesty the King 'witnessed' the violent power of lightning gathering atop Lone Peak, then crossing a thousand meters to strike the white dragon accurately, finally sending the beast crashing miserably before the Embassy.

After watching, the King of Cervantes could not calm the shock and awe in his heart for a long time, his heart pounding wildly.

This was divine power beyond the mortal world. Before such force, his army, his strongest subordinates—everything felt powerless and insignificant.

Looking at his trusted subjects kneeling below, he felt a pang of regret: "You didn't gain the friendship of that Legendary Archmage?"

"We failed. We are guilty." Ganis and the others answered in unison.

The King waved his hand somewhat dejectedly: "It's fine. Rise, my beloved ministers. A Demigod Mage looking down on our kingdom is only natural. This is not your fault."

Only then did Ganis and the others secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ganis, I want to hear your opinion." The King trusted Ganis implicitly.

Half-elves were never favored among elves. Elves would allow half-elves into their territory but never treat them kindly. Whenever humans accepted half-elves, they preferred to see themselves as part of humanity.

Ganis was such an old minister, having served seven generations of kings.

Ganis pondered briefly: "Since that lord intends to take disciples, we should pass on what we saw and understood to Various Countries through secret channels. At the same time, we must impose a gag order on the people of Raman's Territory."

"Oh?"

Ganis said with utmost seriousness: "A Legendary Archmage who has comprehended the World's Fundamental Law, can train Formal Mages, and is likely neutral-aligned wants to take disciples. If he doesn't mind serving other races, then every race and organization in the world will go mad for it—including but not limited to devils and demons."

The King shuddered, finally realizing the gravity of the situation: "Then we must immediately ally with the other kings and emperors to protect that lord..."

"No! It's not that dire." Ganis suddenly said: "Be grateful, Your Majesty. That lord deliberately secluded himself in Vulture Dragon Mountain to avoid trouble. There are at least five confirmed Old Dragon nests there. Without that secret path, even other legendary powerhouses would easily fall entering Vulture Dragon Mountain. Having control of that path is the greatest gift that lord has given us."

The King of Cervantes let out a long breath: "I understand."

If some transmigrator knew about this, they'd surely rant: Could it be that I, a rookie transmigrator, just can't leave the newbie village?

Lein had no idea the high-ranking officials of Cervantes Kingdom would overthink things to this extent.

Only when the [Tesla Tower] collapsed did he snap back from that mysterious, dazed state of heightened [Comprehension???].

That feeling was too profound.

Everything could be imagined!

And the imagination aligned with the world's laws, transforming into awe-inspiring, unmatched power...

He felt that in that state, he could even reverse-engineer all the lost technologies he knew of in his mind.

"Is this the world of a Wise Man with an IQ close to three hundred? Damn terrifying."

After all, Old Man Nikola Tesla, among Earth's recognized high-IQ scientists, had never fallen out of the top ten in IQ rankings and was often in the top three. Even nearly a hundred years after his death, the Old US government still refused to release his research manuscripts.

What troubled Lein was that, in that state, he clearly remembered every part and every tiny detail of the [Tesla Tower].

But once he left that epiphany state, it was like a dream—he remembered nothing.

This near 'one-time-use' state was the most infuriating part.

Regardless, by using Downs' [Comprehension???] talent, Lein finally understood just how monstrous his disciple was.

Now Lein's feeling was very strange.

How to put it?

It was like an ordinary FPS gamer constantly shouting, "Turn it off, no fun." When he stumbled into a 'Battle of the Gods' server full of cheaters and couldn't quit, and got killed by ridiculous cheaters like 'Lich,' 'Dragon,' and 'Evil God' until he was furious, then suddenly the next match matched him with a teammate with an even higher KD ratio.

What would you do then?

Lein didn't know what others would think.

In this situation, he certainly didn't mind being carried.

That feeling was probably the same as what he felt now.

"This cheat feels good. Keep it on. Interesting!"

Muttering to himself, a smile crept onto Lein's lips.

Just as he went to do his daily fishing routine to fill his stomach, something abrupt happened.

When that kid Downs surfaced from the pond again, the two, Master and Disciple, locked eyes.

Lein was utterly baffled: "You're back?"

Downs was utterly excited: "I'm back."

"..."

"Master, I knew you cared about me. You killed that white dragon for me out there, and then waited here specifically for my return."

"Disciple! Is it possible that if I can't catch a fish, I'll starve to death?"

"I heard dragons in this world hold grudges?"

"Hey! What killing a dragon? That was the Tesla Tower's doing. What does that have to do with me, Lein?"

"Oh? I'm also named Tesla in this world!"

"Then that's not—"

"Pfft!"

"I, Lei, have never killed any white dragon."

"This is like the sins of a tomato—absolutely nothing to do with me, a tomato!"

Just as Lein was soothing his frightened little heart with self-hypnosis, his good disciple raised a pair of white dragon fangs high above the water: "Master! The white dragon you killed—the embassy has already handled the dragon corpse as an apology. They even hung the head on the cliff beside the waterfall outside the waterway. This time, ordinary demonic beasts won't dare come near and disturb your cultivation."

Downs' single sentence instantly cured Lein's years of low blood pressure.

His blood pressure shot past two hundred in an instant!

"Wicked disciple! Wicked disciple!"

"Are you afraid those ancient white dragons and primordial white dragons won't know I accidentally killed their descendant?"

For a moment, Lein wanted to [in the name of the (fa)ther] eliminate this unfilial disciple from the face of the earth.

"Master, ice dragon meat is actually pretty tasty. Want a bite?"

Lein took the piece of frozen meat, resembling white ice cream, with suspicion. One bite—a bit fishy, a bit too chewy.

But the flaws didn't outweigh the merits!

That icy, refreshing texture added a strange delight to the scorching summer day.

It was like not seeing a woman for too long—any sow becomes a beauty.

After eating too many bitter vegetables and fish lately, suddenly having something else made his entire palate feel elevated.

"Delicious—so—delicious—" In this transmigrator's fantasy, a strange blush spread across his face.

Especially when the system prompted: [Host consumes Ice Dragon Meat... Will and Tenacity check... Check passed. Host gains 1 point of Frost Element Affinity and 1 point of Frost Resistance...]

Seeing this, the attitude of this morally upright master did a complete 180-degree turn.

"Ice dragon?"

"What ice dragon?"

"This is the otherworldly version of a flying ice skin mooncake!"

"Those are Tesla's words!"

"If any dragon disagrees, please turn left out the door and go to Earth to find Old Man Nikola Tesla himself!"

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"P.S.: Don't ask me about update times. Ask, and it's whenever."

"Of course, most of the time, due to the terrible environment around my home—construction sites with pile drivers and such—Author-kun is forced to become a deadline warrior. A safer update time is before midnight every day, especially after going on the shelves."

"Above."