When he saw those enormous figures, towering like mountains,
Guan Shanyun suddenly understood the true value of that admission notice, as well as why the Main God had wiped away most of the miscellaneous powers he possessed when it threw him into this world.
It was not merely because this world stood at a high level, and descending with a set of incompatible powers would expose him to unpredictable risks.
It was also because coming to this world meant stepping onto a broad road that led straight to the fourth tier, or perhaps even higher.
And if he wanted to go farther down that road, he had to break himself down and rebuild, discard the cheap cultivation he had exchanged for in the Main God Space, and start from scratch, learning everything bit by bit again.
This was a process of reforging his foundation.
During his four years at this university, he would be like the true young wizards of this world, using one basic magical concept and piece of common knowledge after another to reconstruct his worldview and power system.
After becoming a Reincarnator, it was difficult to find such a long and peaceful stretch of time, one that allowed a person to settle down, patiently sort through what they had gained, and focus on contemplating their future.
With that realization,
over the next period of time, Guan Shanyun became like a sponge, greedily absorbing the magical knowledge that permeated every corner of the university.
He had thought such days would last for four years.
But how could the pursuit of truth possibly go so smoothly?
Barely more than a month after enrolling, he encountered an unexpected crisis.
Because he had enrolled as a follower of the Tukiji Cult, he had to regularly carry out the cult's doctrines—robbery and