All-around teacher at the magic academy

Leon woke up to find himself not in bed, or even in his room.

"Where am I? How did I get here? Shouldn't I be at St. Peter's Academy?"

Leon looked around in horror at his surroundings. All around him was a desolate graveyard, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The distant sky was dark and cloudless, as if conveying the oppressive atmosphere.

"Can't move?"

He tried to move his body, but found that his whole body was stiff and he could not move.

He carefully examined his sensations and discovered that he was firmly fixed to an inverted cross. Looking down slightly, he saw a huge tomb beneath his feet, and he stood there, isolated, upright above it, serving as the tomb mound.

Leon wanted to shout, but for some reason, he couldn't make a sound. He struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free or even move his body an inch.

An indescribable fear welled up within him, and a sense of despair gradually enveloped him. Leon wanted to cry out loud, hoping to soothe his panicked soul with tears. However, he found that he couldn't even cry.

Leon couldn't understand why he was in this desolate place. He should have been at St. Peter's College, enjoying a comfortable and peaceful teaching life.

Gradually, Leon became more and more afraid. He was afraid that he would be trapped in this place forever, and that his life would just pass by like this.

He didn't know why he was there; he only knew that he was fine before he went to bed last night.

Time passed quietly, and Leon felt an unprecedented loneliness. He longed to find a person or even a plant to confide in. This thought swirled in his mind, while the feeling of despair continued to deepen.

"Do you understand how I feel?"

A sudden voice shattered the surrounding silence, and Leon felt a surge of joy. He eagerly tried to turn his head to see who was speaking, but his neck seemed to be fixed in place, and he couldn't move. There was still no one around.

"I'm so lonely."

The heavy voice rang out again, as if echoing directly in Leon's mind. He wanted to respond, to tell the other person that he was there too, that he wasn't alone, that they could rely on each other. But he found himself unable to utter a single word.

Leon didn't know how long he had been there, only that he felt somewhat tired. Since those two sentences, that voice had never sounded again, and Leon even felt a little nostalgic for it.

Gradually, he felt numb, and just as he was about to give up the struggle and accept his current state, he suddenly seemed to sense something. He looked up and saw several vultures flying towards him. A surge of joy filled his heart; he had finally seen living creatures. For Leon, this was like a candle in the darkness, illuminating his fragile and wounded heart.

But before Leon could even feel a moment of joy, an even greater despair was about to descend. For Leon, this was already the umpteenth time he had felt this way.

Leon noticed the vultures' eyes were filled with greed as they stared at him. He wanted to hide, wanted to shout at them, but he couldn't do anything. The first vulture flew straight into his eyes, and in an instant, Leon was plunged into endless darkness.

Then, excruciating pain struck. Leon wanted to scream in agony, but he was powerless; he couldn't even vent his pain. The remaining vultures relentlessly tore at his body, greedily sucking his flesh. Leon knew he would soon die, and perhaps death would be a relief for him.

"Rhine, please live a good life."

A familiar voice woke Leon from his sleep. (Leon was Leon's name when he first arrived in this world.)

Leon opened his eyes in horror, hurriedly checking his body before finally letting out a sigh of relief. It turned out that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

This was the most real and terrifying dream Leon had experienced since coming into this world. When he came to his senses, he found himself soaked in sweat, sitting on the bed, feeling helpless and lost.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally recovered from the nightmare. He tried to get up to wash, but as soon as he stepped out of bed, he collapsed to the ground. Only then did he realize that he was completely powerless.

...

After washing up, Leon looked in the mirror and tidied himself up. He felt much better; at least his face wasn't so pale anymore. Leon encouraged himself and quickly straightened his clothes.

He planned to go to the college library later to look up some information. He didn't want to recall anything about the dream; he felt he would soon forget it, and he didn't want to experience any of the feelings from the dream again.

Leon wanted to consult some materials to see if he had been cursed, and also to find out about the history of the kingdom's founding and the origins of magic.

Pushing open the door, the blinding sunlight instantly poured onto Leon's face. He squinted, momentarily unable to adjust to the sudden brightness. After a short while, Leon strode off, heading straight for the academy's library.

...

For the next few days, Leon spent almost every day in the library, never leaving the college. Apart from going to the cafeteria for meals and returning to his dormitory at night, he devoted the rest of his time to researching information.

After five days of in-depth research, Leon obtained a lot of useful information and confirmed some of his speculations.

Unfortunately, he did not find any curse in the academy's books that could trap people in such realistic and terrifying dreams.

This could be because the information in the college library is not comprehensive, or it could be that Leon failed to find relevant clues during his research.

He had tried to use the purifying abilities of the luminous unicorn to see if he was cursed, but to no avail.

Although he felt he might not be cursed, and it was probably just a normal nightmare. Even if the dream felt so real, so real that Leon felt as if he were experiencing it firsthand.

However, some curses in this world may be extremely mysterious and difficult to detect, so just to be on the safe side, Leon still chose to seek some help from the Dean.

Lacking prior knowledge of curse magic and healing/purification magic, Leon was not very familiar with these areas. In his spare time, Leon chose to consult the Dean about this situation. He didn't reveal any crucial details, only asking if there were curses that could make someone experience true despair in their dreams.

Unfortunately, the dean knew very little about curse magic. However, he had some knowledge of purification magic, so Leon specifically requested that the dean perform a purification spell on him to check if there were any abnormalities in his body.

Fortunately, Leon did not feel anything unusual after being baptized by the purification magic.

The dean stated that this indicated he was very likely not affected by the curse or any other negative influences. Furthermore, the dean recommended a teacher with considerable expertise in the field of curse magic to Leon. Leon expressed his sincere gratitude for the dean's help and quickly took his leave.

"I must say, the dean is very reliable."

Leon sighed inwardly as he left the dean's office.

...

Leon eagerly visited the teacher recommended by the dean, a scholar with considerable expertise in curse magic. He had initially assumed that teachers specializing in curse magic would be somewhat serious and difficult to approach. However, after their conversation, Leon discovered that his previous concerns were entirely unnecessary.

"Excuse me, are you Professor Polan? I am the new teacher, Leon Gern. The headmaster recommended me to come to you. I heard that you have a deep understanding of curse magic, so I have some questions I would like to ask you."

Leon got straight to the point, stating his purpose directly.

“Ah, Mr. Leon, is there anything I can do to help you?” Mr. Polan sounded very kind, his voice carrying a hint of warmth and patience.

After some in-depth discussion, Leon discovered that Professor Polan was a gentle and wise scholar, about the same age as the dean, around 50 years old, but still in good health.

Furthermore, Professor Polan was a very talkative gentleman. Although his brief conversation did not directly resolve Leon's predicament, he did impart much knowledge about curse magic to Leon.

Polan was amazed by Leon's talent. He discovered that Leon had a high level of comprehension, and that he could roughly understand the meaning of certain obscure and difficult magic with just a little explanation.

...

Since few people in the academy studied curse magic, Professor Polan rarely discussed this field with others. Leon's arrival provided Professor Polan with a valuable partner for exchange.

Leon himself was happy to communicate and learn, as he could take this opportunity to brush up on some related curse magic. Even if he wasn't particularly proficient, at least he would have some understanding in the future when encountering similar situations, so as to avoid being inexplicably assassinated.

...

After several days of research, Leon had also found a lot of information about the Kingdom of Odris. Just as he had guessed, the Kingdom of Odris was founded 135 years ago, and its rulers at that time were known as the Kingdom of Bathot.

The first king of the Kingdom of Odris, Villa, was originally the pope of the Kingdom of Bathot. At that time, the Kingdom of Bathot was at the height of its power, but one day, the king of Bathot suddenly died, and the prince disappeared without a trace.

After the king's death, the ministers joined forces to elect Pope Villa as king and changed the country's name to Odris.

It is worth noting that after ascending the throne, Villa used his power to carry out a large-scale massacre of the original sect. Overnight, the entire sect, including its members, was wiped out.

In the same year, some emerging forces began to rise, claiming to be representatives of the gods, and wooing commoners to establish churches. These churches included what are now known as the Dark Temple, the Church of Light, and the Church of Liberty. Magic also began to emerge during that era.

To this day, the Kingdom of Odris remains firmly established thanks to its formidable strength.

"Ah, it's still unclear how magic came into this world. The Kingdom of Bathor didn't have magic at that time, so its origins are clearly closely linked to the Pope at the time, who was also the first king of Odris, Villa. The various churches were obviously beneficiaries of this. Further details about these matters are not recorded; it's likely they didn't want more information to be leaked."

Leon rubbed his head. "Looks like we can't find anything. Let's leave it at that for now. Perhaps the kingdom's records contain more detailed information."

Leon didn't intend to delve into these matters, as understanding such complex history wouldn't be something that could be accomplished overnight for him at his current level.

Leon recalled his experience two years ago, when he suffered inexplicable persecution because of his unfounded investigation, which led him to change his identity and escape his original home.

He clenched his fists, thinking to himself, "With my current strength, facing these unknowns is still too dangerous."

Leon remembered the last words his only relative had said to him before passing away after he came into this world: "Leon, live a good life."

These words were deeply imprinted in his heart, and Leon did not want to let down his only relative's expectations of him.

He loosened his clenched fist, took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and prepared to embrace his new life.

"Tomorrow is the start of the new semester, come on, Leon!" he encouraged himself.

Leon began to look forward to it, which was also his expectation for himself.