The Martial Soul's Abilities

Amon's body had already been weak upon its resurrection, and after immediately fighting someone and then traveling, his condition had fallen to its lowest point.

He had no desire to clash with anyone in such a state. What he needed most now was rest and recovery.

Besides, the thieves, beggars, and thugs in the city often survived in groups. Catching one might bring out a whole crowd.

But...

Although Amon of the Lord of the Mysteries World had kicked him out of the group chat, and although the transmigrator's portion occupied the main body, I was still Amon, after all! When had I ever suffered such humiliation?

The next time he saw that thief, he would definitely show her what a "Marauder" was!

Amon smiled and shook his head, then tucked away his employee card and headed to the cafeteria to collect his free meal.

After eating a simple dinner, he went to the library.

Icewind Primary Soul Master Academy's library did not have an extensive collection. It contained only three bookshelves' worth of books, naturally incomparable to the vast sea of books in libraries before his transmigration.

Considering that the era of Douluo One counted as ancient history within the Douluo series, the books on those three shelves were already quite impressive.

Amon borrowed a copy of Chronicles of Heaven Dou History, registered it with the librarian, and returned to his dormitory.

He did not begin reading immediately. Instead, he started studying his Martial Soul.

A Soul Master's combat power consisted not only of soul skills; the characteristics of the Martial Soul itself were also a part that could not be overlooked. Some Martial Souls came with special abilities of their own.

The Worm of Time was clearly one such Martial Soul, naturally endowed with a special ability.

Amon activated his soul power, and a translucent worm with twelve rings and speckles resembling the colors of the starry sky appeared in his palm.

As soul power flowed into it, the Worm of Time gave off a faint gray glow.

The light grew brighter and brighter. A more illusory, nearly transparent shadow separated from the original Worm of Time Martial Soul, gradually solidifying into a new Worm of Time.

Amon's soul power level also dropped from level 13 to level 12. This was a tangible reduction in soul power that could only be restored through cultivation, not ordinary soul power expenditure.

At the same time, a wave of weakness rose from the depths of his soul. Amon felt that his senses had become noticeably duller, and even his efficiency in absorbing energy from his surroundings had decreased.

This was the Worm of Time Martial Soul's special ability—division.

The divided Worms of Time could exist in the form of Martial Souls, or condense bodies and exist in human form. They could cultivate and level up independently, but their level could not exceed the Main Body's level minus ten.

Division not only lowered one's soul power level, but also weakened the soul, reducing the Main Body's cultivation speed. The extent of the reduction depended on the proportion of the soul assigned to the divided Worm of Time.

The resulting weakening of the soul could be recovered, and the souls of the divided Time Clones would gradually become complete as well. In other words, the cultivation talents of both the Main Body and the clones would gradually improve over time, eventually returning to the talent the Main Body should have possessed had it not divided itself. It would simply take a relatively long time.

Clones could also Aggregate, forming Time Clones with more complete souls and higher soul power levels. This still had to obey the restriction that clones could not exceed the Main Body's level minus ten.

If the Main Body absorbed a clone, it could restore its soul and recover from injuries, but it could not directly increase its soul power level.

Amon was not sure about the original owner's talent. He estimated that after transmigrating here, his talent should be Innate Full Soul Power. Only a talent like that was worthy of such a powerful Martial Soul as the Worm of Time.

Amon did not study it for long. There would be teaching the next day, and he needed this job, so he had to take it seriously.

Working as a teaching assistant at the academy allowed him to borrow books and accumulate knowledge. The work was easy and did not interfere with cultivation.

Early the next morning, he arrived at the grade director's office.

"Director Lu, hello. I'm Amon, the new teaching assistant. Please guide me in the future."

The grade director, Lu Wencong, was a middle-aged man with half his head bald. He wore a loose robe and had somewhat of the air of a teacher from the Republican era.

"Mm." Lu Wencong nodded and said softly, "I heard you're quite good at close-quarters combat?"

"I only know a little." Amon answered modestly.

As everyone knew, an excellent Marauder or Seer was often also skilled with daggers and short swords, and could make a formidable Assassin.

"Our Primary Soul Master Academy doesn't have many courses. We mainly teach the children some basic knowledge about the world of Soul Masters. Of course, as Soul Masters, they cannot avoid combat. Since you have a talent in that area, you can try teaching them. It never hurts to learn a little more."

"I'll prepare the materials for the usual lessons. You only need to follow them step by step. The things lower-grade students need to learn are very simple."

"Today, try teaching a class for the second-years. I'll observe from the side. If the results are good, perhaps the academy can establish a specialized combat course. This will also give you a chance to become a full-time teacher and receive better benefits."

Amon nodded. "I'll do my best."

On the school's training grounds, more than twenty children had gathered together, chattering away.

"I heard a new teacher came today."

"He's very young. I saw him when school ended yesterday. He's only a few years older than us, about the same age as those upperclassmen."

"Is he handsome?" A girl with a ponytail asked curiously.

"Hmph, he definitely isn't as handsome as me." A cool-looking boy beside her spoke with some displeasure.

All his attention was on the ponytailed girl. When he noticed she was not paying him any attention at all, he could not help feeling dejected.

"About the same as an upperclassman? Then I hope he has some real ability and isn't just useless." A red-haired girl said coldly.

But very soon, her expression changed. Seeing Amon and Lu Wencong approaching, she silently retreated to the back of the crowd, hunching down and trying her best to reduce her presence.

When he reached the children, Amon introduced himself with a smile:

"Hello, students. I am Amon, the new assistant teacher. It is an honor to stand here and impart knowledge to all of you.

"I believe everyone has been troubled by dull and boring lessons. Today, let's try something different.

"As Soul Masters, you cannot avoid encountering all sorts of battles. Although powerful soul skills are an important guarantee in combat, victory and defeat do not depend solely on the strength of one's soul skills. Some fighting techniques can often produce unexpected results, especially among low-level Soul Masters.

"Although I hope all of you can become powerful Soul Masters in the future, reality is unfortunately cruel. Most people will never reach that level, so mastering close-quarters combat techniques can benefit many people for life."

As soon as they heard this, a noisy wave of murmuring rose from the crowd.

"I definitely won't stop at the low levels."

"I'll definitely become a Soul Douluo someday!"

"Who wants to learn something useless?"

"Close-quarters combat? Isn't that something ordinary people use when they fight?"

"Exactly. We're noble Soul Masters."

Hearing the children's discussion, Amon merely watched them with a smile.

Who had not possessed grand dreams as a child?

Reality would tell them later that the vast majority of them would never break through to Soul Elder in their entire lives.

"But it seems kind of useful, doesn't it? Doesn't Yan Jin always rely solely on her fists when she beats people up?"

"Uh, that's true. She can beat upperclassmen with just her fists. If we learn it well, can we become that strong too?" As they discussed, they looked toward a certain place.

Several differing voices changed the children's opinions, which surprised Amon somewhat. He adjusted his Monocle and looked toward the back of the crowd. That was where the children's gazes kept drifting.

At the back of the crowd, Yan Jin sensed her classmates' eyes on her, and her expression grew increasingly ugly. Right now, she wished she could pretend to be an ostrich and bury her head.

When Amon's gaze followed everyone else's and settled on her, her expression stiffened, and her heart seemed to skip several beats.

"It seems that you all have your own opinions on this. Some oppose it, some approve. So, why don't we put it into practice? Truth always needs practice to verify it." Amon said with a soft laugh.

"Is there any student willing to volunteer and practice with me?"

Swish! Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward the red-haired girl at the back of the crowd, and they very consciously made way for her.

Clearly, in their minds, this red-haired girl seemed synonymous with words like combat and violence, and they naturally assumed that she would volunteer at a time like this.

But Yan Jin only wanted to say that she really was not brave at all right now.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gave Amon an awkward yet polite smile.

"Y-you... hello."

Amon's gaze grew a little more dangerous. With a smile that did not reach his eyes, he said:

"No, I'm not well... We meet again, student."