True Knowledge Is Mine

Fully dressed in my uniform, I set off for the academy in the morning.

The academy uniform is very simple.

It consists of a dark blue shirt layered with a black blazer, with black trousers and black boots for the bottom.

But the materials used are of high quality and not easily torn even during excessive movement. There are no ties for accessories, only gloves.

The uniform is designed to be suitable for combat, with the dominant black color chosen to avoid showing dirt easily.

In the morning, all students take general subjects in classrooms designated by the academy.

I took a seat at the very back of the class to avoid drawing attention.

"In the world of power, there is a hierarchy.

From the weakest to the strongest: Ordinary People, Light Knights, Dark Lords, and the strongest are Sorcerers."

That's wrong, teacher!

Aside from ordinary people, everyone should be considered equal.

Even the most powerful Light Knights.

"Light Knights are those who can control aura.

Aura is a power that appears as light, which is why those who can control aura are called Light Knights. Aura can increase with practice."

Your explanation is wrong again, teacher!

Aura is light emitted by physical power.

Just light, not power!

Aura cannot become stronger or weaker because it is essentially just light.

Even though physical power can become stronger or weaker, the amount of aura will remain the same.

"The function of aura is similar to armor, to enhance defense."

That's also wrong, teacher!!

Aura acts as an object to control physical power.

When someone focuses their aura on one part of their body, the other parts become weaker. For example: if I transfer aura from my right hand to my left hand, my right hand will weaken while the strength of my left hand will increase drastically.

In fact, aura is actually very easy to understand – it's not like manipulating negative energy or sorcery which is very deep and complex.

But they misunderstand.

Is this Olympus propaganda, so that no strong person can overthrow them?

I will handle it eventually.

"Which of you in this class is a Light Knight?"

Out of thirty students, twenty raised their hands; including me.

The number of Light Knights is indeed very high.

Even more than ordinary people.

Whereas ordinary people are fewer compared to Dark Lords.

But still, Sorcerers are the rarest.

After that, the teacher talked a lot of nonsense.

Like how Dark Lords are called that because most negative energy is dark in color, sorcery being an expression of positive emotions, ghosts coming from other worlds, and many other nonsense.

I fell asleep in class.

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In addition to general subjects, there are also practical subjects that are chosen according to preference; held in different classrooms and in the afternoon until evening.

A student is required to take at least one practical class.

The class I chose is archery.

Although it is not the most popular class, it has many enthusiasts among the nobility.

Because nobles like to hunt with bows and arrows.

As a normie, I chose this class to follow societal trends.

After that, I had to perform a punishment by cleaning the school yard.

"Sleeping during the first day of class, you're really something, buddy."

My normie friend, Mush, the second son of Baron Rooms.

His hair looks like mushrooms.

"Your reputation among the girls in the class must be going down."

My second normie friend, El, the third son of Baron Ephant.

His body is as large as an elephant.

Since I'm a normie, I have to socialize with other normies.

"Instead of mocking me, you'd better help me."

"Sorry, but my hands are busy fixing my beautiful hair."

Your hair will never get better, mushroom.

"My hands are full holding food."

You'd better go on a diet, elephant!

"By the way, is there a test next week?"

"Yes, it's hunting ghosts outside the city walls."

"Want to make a bet?

The loser has to face a penalty."

"Alright, let's do it."

"I agree too."

"The loser has to confess their love to the most popular girl in school."

Both of them froze instantly after hearing my words.

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A week later.

In the forest near the capital.

All first-year students are gathered here.

In front of us is a narcissistic teacher with golden hair.

"Hello, students.

I am a first-class sorcerer and the new teacher at the academy, Stylis Hco Ward."

He flicks his hair in various styles after introducing himself.

"Kyaaah!!" the girls scream.

Your taste is strange.

"Is this serious? A first-class sorcerer as a teacher at the academy!"

Even El, who is male, is amazed.

"Is that impressive?"

"Don't be stupid, a first-class sorcerer is the strongest among the strongest!"

Mush replies.

"Do you know how many of them there are?"

"Of course, it must be few, right?"

No, there are three thousand, which is a very large number.

A first-class sorcerer should be a very exclusive title.

One that can only be obtained from great achievements.

But that is just a societal assumption.

In reality, it's just a cheap title that can be bought with money.

Not so special or exclusive.

What is called 'a first-class sorcerer' is just a product sold by Olympus.

"There are many ghosts from other worlds appearing in this forest.

Your test is to hunt as many of these ghosts as possible.

For this test, I will be the supervisor."

"It will be safe with a first-class sorcerer here."

"Yes, you're right."

"A first-class sorcerer is the strongest Sorcerer!"

What's the strongest about it!

I could erase this man from the world with a single breath.

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I, Mush, and El went in three different directions.

Armed with a bow and arrows, I started searching for ghosts in this forest.

It turned out to be quite difficult.

The number of participants is too high, so many ghosts have already been defeated.

After walking for fifteen minutes, I found a special ghost instead.

"Damn, there's no way I can defeat it with my current power."

The upper body of the ghost resembles a female human.

The ends of its two arms are not hands, but snake heads.

There is no neck or head.

Its lower body is fused with the midsection of a black snake twenty meters long.

It is a ghost created from the fear of snakes.

"What would a normie do in this situation?

The answer is to run."

I ran towards the narcissistic teacher.

Not too fast, to avoid revealing my power.

Not too slow, to avoid being chased by the snake ghost.

"Grrraaaaah!"

The snake ghost tries to scare me.

On the way, I see a group of female students consisting of three girls.

"Run, you guys!

There's a special ghost chasing me."

"Run! Call the narcissistic teacher! I will try to fight it!"

One of them, wearing round glasses, says to me.

"Eh! What are you saying?

Let's run! There's no way we can handle a special ghost!"

The black-haired girl protests.

"Run if you want.

I will face it.

Stella, you're coming too, right?"

"Of course."

A silver-haired girl replies.

"Alright, I'll help as much as I can."

The blonde girl looks unsure.

I passed them.

"Thank you."

Finally, I was freed from the snake ghost.

After running for five minutes, I found the narcissistic teacher surrounded by the girls.

I had a cunning idea that just popped into my head.

I stopped in front of him, panting heavily.

"What's wrong? Why are you so out of breath?"

With a confident smile, he asks me while flicking his hair.

"Mr. Stylis, you're very strong, aren't you?"

"Of course. I am a first-class sorcerer."

"There's a special ghost over there! Please defeat it!"

His smile immediately froze, along with his body.

Die!!!!!!

"Yesterday this place was surveyed, and there were no special ghosts.

You must be lying."

"You will know if I'm lying or not after you check it.

Or are you afraid of special ghosts?"

I immediately insulted him.

"What are you saying? It's impossible that Mr. Stylis is afraid."

A female student defends him.

"But in reality, he refuses to move.

Mr. Stylis, just admit if you're scared, and I'll seek help from others.

There are students already hindering the ghost's movements, if not helped quickly, they will die."

"I already said he's not afraid.

Mr. Stylis, let's go save them before there are any casualties.

Then silence this kid who insults you."

The students around him start dragging Stylis.

"Eh, wait!"

Stylis tries to resist.

"You, quickly guide the way."

"Alright, this way."

Even though he doesn't want to go, his body is still dragged by the students.

His legs are trembling violently, but only I see it.

Everything is going according to plan.

But I'm not satisfied yet.

I'll add fuel to the fire.

"Mr. Stylis, the first-class sorcerer will face the special ghost!"

I shout as loudly as I can so that people nearby can hear.

As a result, they all follow us.

"Wait! What are you saying?"

Stylis looks increasingly panicked.