Everything must come an end eventually!

"We have nothing left to teach you." The seven lords looked at Elliot as if they were looking at a sponge that could suck in whatever knowledge they threw towards it.

A total of 2 years and 11 months have passed since Elliot started living in the celestial Mountain. He had managed to learn seven different professions. Elliot knew how to use the sword, saber, and puppets! He also knew how to brew celestial wine, the best of the best, create magic formations, one that could stop ten million being on their track and kill a million of them in the blink of an eye. Talisman and machines of mass destruction and endless uses, he could also make. All in all, he was a living, breathing, and walking source of such great knowledge that even if the entire human race gets destroyed, leaving behind only him and a female human, then he would have no difficulty in recreating a creation that would become more glorious than the present-day human civilization in merely ten thousand years!