All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Alas, it seems all my talent is destined to be wasted here."

One student sighed, his voice filled with resentment and disappointment, "Am I destined to be an ordinary person?"

“Me too,” another classmate chimed in, his eyes sparkling with a longing for the unknown. “I think I’m quite talented, but the burdens of life are suffocating me. Sometimes, I can even feel the power of magic in my dreams.”

“Who isn’t?” the third student joined the conversation, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.

"You know what? When I was born, the doctor who delivered me said that I was no ordinary person and that I would definitely become an outstanding individual in the future. But look at me now, I haven't even touched the edge of magic."

"You know what, I had someone do a fortune telling before, and they said I have extremely high magical talent, and if I study magic, my future will be bright. I feel like I am the one chosen by fate."

"Then why don't you go and learn magic?"

"I had no money. I didn't even pay the other party for the divination, so where would I get the money to go to the magic academy? As a result, the other party chased me all the way down the street in a fit of rage."

"Did you catch up with him in the end? Did you give him the money?" The students' interest was piqued, and they asked one after another.

"Where would I get the money to give him? Luckily, I didn't catch up with him, otherwise I'd probably still be lying in the hospital right now."

"Sigh, is there really not a single person in our huge class who studies magic?"

Some looked around in disappointment, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the crowd.

"It seems we're all just ordinary people."

One person summarized it as revealing a helpless acceptance of this reality in their tone.

Rhine sat quietly in the corner, listening to his classmates' conversation. His heart was filled with turmoil, but he dared not express any opinion.

He had never imagined that learning magic would be so difficult for them.

In his memory, magic seemed simple. He had never set foot in a magic academy, yet he mastered basic magical skills simply by studying magic books on his own.

This easy learning experience made him wonder: Could it be that he was the real genius?

The idea rapidly expanded in Rhine's mind. He began to recall his experience learning magic, those complex spells and ingenious magical structures, which he always seemed to be able to see through at a glance and master with ease.

His classmates' complaints and frustrations made him begin to doubt whether their previous discussions were just boasting, or perhaps their talents were not as outstanding as they claimed.

Liz, standing to the side, also remained silent, listening quietly to everyone's discussion, occasionally casting curious glances at Rhine.

Her eyes seemed to hold a questioning quality, but whenever Rhine noticed her gaze, she would quickly look away, as if afraid of being discovered by Rhine.

Rhine noticed Liz's subtle movements and couldn't help but feel curious.

He wondered why Liz was so sensitive to his reaction, but the look in her eyes behind her round glasses was always unfathomable.

Meanwhile, Koby's voice gradually rose, and he talked on and on.

His words were full of self-praise, claiming that he possessed extraordinary talent and that if it weren't for the cruel twist of fate, he would have shone brightly at the magic academy.

"I should be the Grand Master of the Kingdom's Knights, do you know that?" Koby said, waving his arms excitedly.

"Without me, the kingdom's knights would be like a soulless army, losing their original strength and status. I can lead them to glory and make them an invincible force."

His words drew laughter; some classmates were clearly used to his boasting, while others were dismissive.

Koby, however, seemed oblivious to these subtle reactions and continued his long-winded talk.

That's right, the one who just said he didn't get paid for the fortune telling was Koby.

As Rein listened to Koby's words, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless. This guy was really good at bragging. If it weren't for the fact that what he said was so outrageous, Rein would have believed him.

Rhine gently rubbed his swollen belly, feeling a heavy sense of satisfaction.

This was the most sumptuous and enjoyable meal he had ever had since he transmigrated to this world.

However, as his stomach grew full, he began to feel listless and thought there was no point in staying any longer.

The conversations with his classmates did not bring him the expected gains. Most of the time, they were boasting, and those so-called "achievements" sounded somewhat exaggerated to Rhine.

Soon, the atmosphere in the private room seemed to become dull as the food was digested, and everyone began to feel the repetition of the topics and the fatigue.

Someone let out a burp and suggested, "Is that enough? Shall we call it a day?"

Rhine couldn't help but smile, thinking that if this didn't end soon, the conversation might really escalate from the study of magic to how they created this world.

At first, their conversations had a little credibility, but as time went on, the content became increasingly bizarre, with some even fantasizing that they were the masters of the world.

"How about we leave it at that for now?" Someone stood up and began to tidy their clothes.

“Okay, let’s get together again sometime,” another classmate replied, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Alright, when we meet again, I'll show you my magic."

Some people said with great confidence, as if they had mastered some kind of profound magic.

"The next time we meet, I might be the Grand Master of the Knights, and you'll have to bow and scrape before me."

Koby retorted, not to be outdone, which caused a burst of laughter.

....

Rhine straightened his clothes and prepared to leave the lively party, but just as he was about to step out the door, a gentle voice suddenly called out to him.

He turned his head and saw it was Liz, who had been looking at him with curious eyes.

Rhine smiled slightly and asked politely, "Is there something you need, Liz?"

A blush crept across Liz's face. She hurried over to Rhine, looking somewhat uneasy. She whispered, "Um...I think..."

However, before Liz could finish speaking, a sharp scream suddenly shattered the harmonious atmosphere, the voice filled with terror and unease.

Like the other students, Rhine was stunned by the sudden scream and didn't even hear what Liz said next.

His heart raced, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

He ignored Liz's unfinished words and looked nervously in the direction of the scream, trying to figure out what had happened.

The students in the private room were drawn to the scream and began discussing what might be happening outside.

Driven by tension and curiosity, they hurriedly left the private room to see what had happened.

Rhine and Liz followed the crowd and quickly arrived at the hotel lobby.

The scene before them made everyone gasp in shock.

In the center of the hotel lobby, there was a mess, with broken tableware and spilled food everywhere.

A waitress was kneeling on the ground, her right arm badly burned, with only charred bones remaining, clearly suffering extremely severe burns.

Her face still bore the marks of terror and pain, causing those around her to pale in shock.

Panic broke out among the crowd; some screamed, some searched for help, and others tried to comfort the injured waiter.

Rhine's gaze, however, cut through the chaotic crowd and settled on a tall figure standing not far from the waiter.

The flames were still leaping in the man's hand, as if he was completely unaware of or indifferent to what had just happened.

Clearly, the scream and the waiter's injuries were both related to the person holding the flames.

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