Pawa was utterly dejected.
Compared to his father, he really was a weak little nobody.
Having a formidable father was a good thing.
But for someone who also wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and become someone just as remarkable, the pressure was immense.
The little fellow then turned his gaze toward his classmates.
Their rankings all fell between 1,400 and 3,800.
Some of them were actually better than him... Little Pawa could not help lamenting again that he was rather embarrassing as their boss.
Twenty-four hours soon passed.
Of the more than ten thousand people who had come to compete for the inheritance, nearly half, at the very least, had failed to learn the spell.
Among these unsuccessful spellcasters,
some hung their heads and sighed repeatedly:
"I thought I had some talent, but only after coming here did I realize I was nothing at all."
Others offered quiet comfort:
"Look on the bright side, friend.
Just look at the people who came to compete for the inheritance.
Legendaries everywhere, with dragons and titans showing up too.
And those liches that only archmages can become. How could small fry like us compare?"
"Didn't we just come along for the ride? Did you really think you'd get chosen?"
"Just consider it a chance to broaden your horizons."
The group began consoling themselves.
Their expressions soon relaxed.
The magical construct watched it all and said calmly:
"Twenty-four hours have passed.
Under the previously stated rules, any spellcaster who has not learned Steel Softening will be deemed mediocre and lose the right to challenge the subsequent inheritance trials.
You may now leave."
After speaking, the magical construct raised the Hexahedron in its hand, working in conjunction with the barrier overhead.
With just a flash of light,
all those who had failed vanished