The Importance of Talent

On the snowy mountain, Ryan flipped through a spellbook describing the Walk of Ikonn.

The book explained how to conjure countless duplicates behind a sorcerer.

Ryan's Super Brain kicked into high gear again, rapidly absorbing everything on the page.

Beside him, Kaecilius stood in the wind and snow. He doubted Ryan could learn this spell so easily.

The Walk of Ikonn was advanced even by the standards of advanced magic. An ordinary sorcerer could spend months just trying to understand its framework.

Without extraordinary talent, a sorcerer would not even qualify to begin learning it.

Watching Ryan, Kaecilius could already picture him frowning in frustration and complaining about how difficult the spell was.

A while passed.

The snow kept falling. Kaecilius advised Ryan, "If you can't understand it, leave it. You may be a genius, but even geniuses have limits."

"I've learned it."

"What?" Kaecilius stared at Ryan in disbelief.

How long had it been? He had learned it already?

He could not have read a novel that fast.

Kaecilius's pupils contracted as a thought struck him. He scolded Ryan sharply, "Don't claim you've learned it just to save face. A sorcerer should be humble and approach everything with awe and a desire to learn."

"But I really have learned it."

"Ryan." Kaecilius was getting angry, and his voice rose. "I know you're a genius, but even a genius has to admit that learning takes time."

"..."

Ryan was speechless. He really had learned it.

His Super Brain, combined with his Magic Talent, gave him an edge in learning most spells.

What took others hours took him minutes. Even spells that took others months could take him just minutes when he pushed his brain to full speed.

But words were no proof, and Kaecilius still wore a look that said,