Rylak was right—the mountain was enormous, and no one was anywhere near his position. “Those who glanced in his direction didn’t even seem to notice him, which was strange,” he thought, recalling how two guys had laughed at someone else who couldn’t move further. Thinking back, did those other classes even know that he was there? He had never spoken to anyone, nor did it look like they had noticed him. Thalion thought that was because he was not a noble, but maybe it had been something else.

“This whole palace is so weird,” Thalion sent to Rylak, unsure of his next move. Well, he probably shouldn’t worry too much, as he couldn’t do anything at the moment. It was like he was glued to the ground.

He looked down at his teacher, who just stared up at him, completely devoid of emotion or care.

“He maybe wants you to grow beyond your current limits”, Rylak suggested with a mental shrug. “When you reach it, he will save us. I am confident.”

Days passed as Thalion remained pinned to the ground after his attempt to climb beyond the third stage. Unfortunately, the pressure held him so tightly against the ground that he couldn’t even roll back down, scream, or do anything besides breathing. His teacher seemed content to just observe, offering no help until, at some point, the man simply disappeared.

“What the hell?” Thalion thought, utterly exhausted. He wanted to scream to vent his frustration, but his body was too weak. Many of his bones were now broken, and without his title, he would have been in serious trouble as he constantly had to empower his body to not get crushed by the pressure.

For a moment he thought about leaving Rylak’s body, but that would have meant death for the boy and his chances of possessing one of the powerful warriors here were more than just a little low. He also liked Rylak and didn’t want him to just die.

“Hey, get over here! Look at this guy,” a voice laughed from above him.

“Haha, in all my life, I’ve never seen such a pathetic soul,” another person mocked. “Hey, how long have you been lying there, buddy?”

“Oh god, I’m so done. How did it come to this?” Thalion thought, utterly drained. While the others ridiculed him, he struggled to stay alive, focusing his energy on controlling his blood and partially healing his organs to keep them functioning. Thalion wasn’t up for a talk. Why couldn’t those people just teleport him down?

“He’s so exhausted, he can’t even speak,” a female voice laughed loudly, joined by others.

Oh, stop talking useless bitch and teleport me down. Thalion started to curse at the female voice in his head. Not much more he could do at the moment.

“Wait, where’s his ring?” The first man exclaimed, suddenly serious.

Thalion would have loved to turn his head to see who was talking about him, but he lacked the strength to move even an inch.

“You’re right! He really doesn’t have one,” another voice said in disbelief, and Thalion could hear more people approaching. Their collective auras added to the mountain’s oppressive pressure, and his vision started to darken.

Just as Thalion was about to lose consciousness—after what felt like days to him—the pressure abruptly vanished, and a surge of power rushed through his body. Finally, someone had teleported him down. Well, he had learned his lesson and would never expect anything from another person. Maybe a bit harsh, but he was exhausted and angry at everyone after the last painful days.

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“Okay, now explain why you’re not wearing a ring. Everyone is required to have one,” the female voice demanded sternly.

“What ring? I just got teleported here after the calling and trained under Nivrax,” Thalion tried to explain, his body still aching terribly and he just managed to speak with the pressure of the mountain gone.

“Impossible! How could something like this happen?” A man in golden robes exclaimed.

“Someone entered the personal training halls of the holy warriors without a token?” A woman to the left gasped in shock.

“By the way, what kind of name is Nivrax?” Another man said with steel in his voice. “I’ve lived here for over four hundred thousand years, and I’ve never heard of him.”

“Uh…” Thalion stammered, “I also don’t know what’s going on.” At the moment, he really didn’t care much more about what happened and just wanted to sleep for a bit. He reached a point were the constant pain was too much for him to handle.

“There you are!” A man with a small golden crown materialized out of thin air before the group.

“Master Theryx! What an honor,” the group said in unison, bowing deeply.

Thalion, still lying face-down on the ground, could only wonder what was happening. It looked like he had to hang in there for a bit longer.

“How could they mess up the teleportation like that? Everyone else is already waiting!” Theryx hissed in anoyance. A moment later, Thalion was abruptly teleported again—this time appearing before sixty other cultivators. He recognized some of them from the calling.

He hated being teleported without warning, especially since his situation hadn’t improved. He was still lying flat on the ground, unsure if he could stand with so many broken bones.

“What happened to that guy?” The young woman in the front laughed, and others joined in.

Thalion sighed, ignoring them. He focused on repairing his body, though he was reluctant to waste too much blood. Without the heart of the sanguine archon in this body, he couldn’t purify or replenish his blood quickly.

“You must always wear this ring so we can locate you if something happens,” Theryx began, starting his lecture, while grabbing one of his broken fingers and pushed the golden ring forcefully on it. If he would not be so exhausted in the moment, he would have screamed in pain. Oh, that fucker would regret it one day, he told himself with his hate for that guy at an exceptional high level.

Thalion glanced around. They were now in what looked like a massive classroom, vaguely reminiscent of a classroom in hogwarts. The room, however, was far larger, adorned in gold, with intricate runes covering the floors and walls.

So began what would become Thalion’s worst lesson ever. While the other students sat in chairs, listening attentively to Theryx as he paced back and forth, Thalion lay belly-down on the floor in front of the teacher and the entire class. Turning his focus inward, he concentrated on healing Rylak’s body as quickly as possible, barely paying attention to Theryx’s lecture.

Fortunately, Rylak was listening closely, allowing Thalion to focus entirely on his task. So that bone is still broken and that one too. Thalion thought to himself while healing himself. The progress was slow, which infuriated him even more. At least he had some riddles to solve. Who was his former teacher, why hadn’t anyone noticed him before and most importantly, why was he currently lying in front of this fucking class struggling to heal himself while it should be more than easy for the teacher to heal him in seconds?

The other students could just give him some kind of healing potion or whatever the people in this dimension were calling it. Well, it couldn’t get worse than it was now, right? He thought while healing himself as fast as possible while trying to ignore the teacher and class.

“Alright, that’s enough theory for now. Let’s have some fun,” Theryx said, hoisting Thalion onto his shoulder. The pain was bad, as some of his not fully healed bones broke again. What the fuck was up with those people and why pick him up? They would teleport anyway. Thalon would have liked to scream this at the teacher’s face, but before he could open his mouth, the entire class was teleported again.

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