Mental Power Perfected, Preparing to Advance

Faced with Gerald's questioning, Richard suddenly felt as though the clouds had parted.

Indeed, if the future were predetermined, then every step he took would also be predetermined, and free will would not exist.

But free will did exist.

Human consciousness was not as precise as a machine; it was chaotic. Sudden thoughts could make a person reach different decisions in the same situation.

And since free will existed, absolute destiny did not.

Once he understood this, more than half the gloom in Richard's heart dissipated at once.

Absolute destiny did not exist. Even if his own fate were destined, every action he took would affect the fate of others. His teacher had survived because of him, and his lover had withdrawn from the front lines because of him.

In the future, he might spare tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of Wizards from death.

Everything he had done was not meaningless!

"I understand, Teacher."

Richard bowed solemnly to Gerald.

Gerald looked at Richard, whose eyes no longer held any confusion, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's good that you've thought it through."

Knock, knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the office door.

Gerald glanced at the time, rose to his feet, and prepared to head out.

"My break is over. Time to get back to work."

"Teacher, how about I go speak to His Excellency—"

"Go on, go on!" Gerald waved him away. "This place is exactly where an old man like me can put all his learning to its best use. If you transfer me away, are you asking this old man to lie in bed and wait for death?"

"No, Teacher, but your workload—"

"I'm a Third-Ring Wizard. This level of work is easier for me than research. Go take care of your own business."

With that, Gerald