Professor Medea merely said, "Ordinary people naturally can't, but there are always those born extraordinary in this world—for example, you."
Dark couldn't help baring his teeth awkwardly.
No one knew better than he did how extraordinary he was, but wasn't something off about the particular point of his extraordinariness?
What was the use of having eighty-eight inner constellations? Write eighty-eight papers?
"That's your own problem." Professor Medea suppressed a smile. "In any case, the assignment has been given. How you do it is your business. I'm only responsible for grading it."
Dark: "..."
Thus, Dark was forced to compile all the information on the eighty-eight constellations, write an absurdly long analysis, and, based on the final scene of destruction he had witnessed in the Star Palace Maze, tentatively conduct some "Prophecy Interpretation."
But when it came to "Prophecy Interpretation," it was really just a vague prediction of something he would encounter in the near future.
The flames erupting from beneath his feet foretold that he would step into danger. Those flames represented a disaster related to fire.
Basically, that was the extent of "Prophecy Interpretation."
And after interpreting it, one naturally had to seek a way to deal with it.
Generally speaking, water countered fire.
Therefore, to deal with a fire-related disaster, one should seek something of the water element.
That was indeed what Dark wrote in his assignment.
But what he truly thought was: Wouldn't it be enough not to go out?
It wasn't as if he had planned to leave anyway.
So Dark did not pay it too much attention.
By the time he finally completed his Astronomy final assignment, it was already the third week of May.
Over the previous two weeks, he had extracted a total of 5 drops of "Pride" and 5 drops of