Mentor Lilian and the other three left Green's Wizard Tower with smiles on their faces. The change in plans meant they needed to make arrangements of their own. But after seeing what Green had shown them, their worried looks had vanished, and they seemed much more at ease.
The group walked slowly toward the foot of the mountain.
"That Green—I wonder how much else he's keeping from us!" Lilian said with a smile. Her tone sounded reproachful, but she was plainly showing off.
Green had given them one shock after another during the meeting. Without anyone knowing, he had already come to rule a world. It was not a conquest based on occupation—he had even devoured the will of the entire world.
In the Ancient Era, those who could accomplish such a feat were almost all Fourth-Level Wizards who had achieved a Second Qualitative Transformation.
With Green as her disciple, Lilian felt immensely proud.
"All right, we know you took in a fine apprentice!" Will looked at Lilian helplessly, his expression full of envy.
For a force like the Extreme School, an outstanding disciple was clearly invaluable.
"My Death Soul's Hand needs to change its approach too. There are many more people with Wizard Aptitude on the East Coast now, but many commoners can't take the aptitude test. I plan to use the screening method from the Ancient Era and test every commoner under eighteen."
As the leader of a force, Trak had clearly been spurred on. If he could find a disciple like Green, he would never have to worry about passing on his legacy.
"I don't want to know everything Green's been up to, but his talent is the greatest the Extreme School has ever seen. Once the East Coast's elemental abundance reaches the required level, he may