A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 461 Knowledge

Intrigued by the subject matter, Archer listened intently. This was uncharted territory for him, an opportunity to acquire knowledge he had yet to encounter.

The professor's detailed explanation delved into various races, each possessing their own traits and skills related to mana.

"Dragons," Professor Riftwalker emphasized as he looked at Archer, "are unparalleled in their mana reservoirs. Their innate connection to the elemental forces grants them immense power. However, this doesn't necessarily translate to finesse or control. It's a delicate balance."

The students exchanged intrigued glances, their curiosity piqued by the revelation of the diverse mana affinities among different races.

"As you embark on your magical journey, ensuring you understand your race's mana affinity is the first step. It forms the foundation upon which you build your magical prowess," the professor concluded, his gaze sweeping the attentive students.

Archer raised his hand, seeking clarification. "But what if someone wants to enhance their mana capacity beyond their race's natural limits?"

The professor acknowledged the question with a nod. "Excellent inquiry. While your race may predispose you to a certain mana capacity, diligent practice, leveling up, and mastering mana control techniques can expand your limits."

"What's the standard amount of mana for, let's say, a human?" Archer inquired, posing another question.

The older man regarded him with intrigue, explaining. "Well, that depends on the person and their race, to be honest with you."

He turned and commenced writing the mana amounts on the board.

Humans = 15,000

Elves = 30,000

Dwarves = 18,000

Demi-humans = 13,000

Dragons = 100,000

Demons = 22,000

As Professor Riftwalker concluded, he continued. "Don't consider these numbers absolute, but they're are from a book I read a while ago. The mana capacity varies even within Demi-humans, depending on their specific races."

He resumed his pacing, explaining further. "For instance, take the Fox people in the far east. They harness very powerful illusion and fire magic, while the tiger people excel in enhancement magic."

At that moment, Ella asks in a curious voice, "Professor, who exactly are these numbers intended for? Regular individuals or those with formidable magical abilities?"

The older man appeared taken aback by the question, yet he soon smiled as he responded, "Apologies, young lady, for any confusion. These numbers are for an Arch Magus at the fiftieth level. Nevertheless, it ultimately hinges on the individual's determination and desire to get stronger."

Upon concluding his speech, a girl raised her hand, capturing the Professor's focus. "Yes, Miss Mirabelle Northwood?"

"Does holding a higher Rank signify greater power compared to lower Ranks? In other words, can an Expert defeat multiple individuals of lower Ranks?"

The older man smiled at the girl before speaking with a voice full of wisdom. "Now, my dear students. I want you to remember this: in the world of magic, ranks don't always correlate with strength. You could be a High Mage of a high level, yet an Arch Mage might outmatch you in a duel."

Curious whispers circulated through the classroom, with students exchanging puzzled glances, including Archer and the girls.

As for Archer, he was unfamiliar with ranks, knowing little beyond the fact that he received bonuses from them.

Professor Riftwalk elaborated, "You see, a mage's power isn't solely determined by their rank. It's a culmination of various factors. Real-life experience plays a crucial role. Years dedicated to practicing and refining one's craft can make a significant impact. A lower-ranked mage, who hasn't advanced in rank but possesses decades of experience, can prove to be a formidable adversary."

He paced back and forth, gesturing to emphasize his points. "Mana is another crucial factor. The quantity and control of mana someone possesses greatly influences their abilities. It's not just about having a high rank; it's about what you can do with your mana."

The students nodded, absorbing his wisdom.

"Skill and knowledge," Professor Riftwalk continued, "are equally important. A mage dedicated to mastering a particular branch of magic can wield it with incredible precision. And knowledge, my dear students, is power. The more you understand the magic, its history, and its underlying principles, the more effectively you can manipulate it."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. "So, remember that while ranks reflect your achievements, they do not define your worth as a mage. A lower-ranked mage with superior experience, mana control, skill, and knowledge can surpass a higher-ranked counterpart very well.''

The Professor stopped pacing and continued. ''It's a reminder never to underestimate anyone, for true strength in the world of magic often lies in the unseen qualities that a mere rank cannot measure."

"But beyond all these factors," He declared, his eyes twinkling with profound insight, "the most crucial element in a mage's journey is their will to grow stronger, their unwavering desire to push the boundaries of their abilities and reach for greater heights in life."

His words hung in the air, resonating with a profound truth. The students exchanged thoughtful glances, their minds stirred by the professor's profound wisdom.

Upon hearing this, Archer wondered if he was like those people, knowing he was different from the other students.

As he thought about it, Tiamat's voice reassured him,

"You're not like them. You're made of pure mana, and the usual rules don't apply to you, my White Dragon. You are special, and because of my gift, your fate changed."

Archer grinned upon hearing her alluring, mature voice, replying mentally, 'Why do you always talk when I have questions?'

His laughter echoed in response to Tiamat's playful words, ''We are connected, and I also enjoy observing your exploits. But Arch! If you're the king, who would your queen be?''

Archer's thoughts drifted back to Tiamat's playful remark as the classroom discussion continued.

In his mind, he replied, 'Well then, consider yourself my White Dragon Queen. One day, I'll claim you for myself, and we'll live our lives together on Thrylos.'

To his surprise, Tiamat burst into laughter, a melodic sound echoing in his thoughts.

She didn't outright reject the idea but responded teasingly, ''Oh, ambitious, aren't we, my White Dragon? We'll see about that.''

As the Professor wrapped up the lecture in the background, Tiamet bid farewell happily, ''Until then, my lovely, take care.''

Archer couldn't suppress a smile as he whispered. 'Goodbye, Tiamat.'

After the Goddess disappeared, he pondered why she chose to communicate with him.

The conclusion that she found him handsome and desired him as her husband brought a smile to his face.

Unbeknownst to him, in a distant place, a mature woman with snow-white hair was lounging in a hot bath, laughing heartily.

Tiamat's thoughts amused the Goddess, prompting a smile as she spoke to no one in particular. ''Stupid boy. How do you come to such a conclusion? But I welcome it.''

Sipping dragon wine, she continued watching Archer daydreaming in class, her smile growing even wider.

As Professor Riftwalk talked, the bell rang, signaling the transition to the next class. Ella turned to him with a curious expression. "Hey, Archer, what class do you have next?"

After contemplating, he responded, "Magic Fundamentals, but I'll pass on it."

Ella arched an eyebrow. "Pass? Why?"

Archer leaned in and whispered, "I already know the ins and outs of it. I prefer exploring the library; there's so much to discover. I've been delving into knowledge about various beasts I can capture."

Ella chuckled, "Always on the hunt for something interesting. Well, try not to stir up too much trouble, okay? I've got Spellcraft with Hemera and Nefertiti."

He grinned, "No promises," as he gathered his belongings. Giving each of the three girls a kiss, he made his way out, leaving Ella shaking her head with an amused smile.

As Archer strolled toward the library, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. However, his steps faltered, and a sly smile played on his lips.

Abruptly changing course, he veered away from the library, deciding on a more adventurous pursuit.

He quickly cast Gate to the Riverland Duchy to hunt some pirates for a couple of hours before returning to the girls.

The portal appeared in front of him within the quiet hallway, and he stepped through as he summoned his wings.

A stunning scene unfolded as Archer crossed to the other side, prompting him to ascend into the sky as the falling snow settled.

Surveying the landscape from this heightened vantage point, he marveled at the captivating sight below.

A wintery Riverland sprawled beneath him, graced by an intricate network of rivers meandering through the terrain like silver threads.

Ships cruised along the icy waterways, their hulls easily cutting through partially frozen rivers.

Sails billowed in the cold breeze as they gracefully advanced toward the Crownlands, their journey marked by a tranquil beauty against the snowy backdrop.

Archer marveled at the expansive winter landscape, the rivers carving pathways through the snowy terrain, and the ships navigating them with a sense of purpose.

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