One student raised his hand. “Sir, it is impossible for humans like us to become gods.”The old man’s gaze was sharp.“Then you can return to where you came from. Don’t waste your time here,” he said without hesitation.“So, does that mean I cannot become a god if I don’t believe?” The student mocked. “Is it all about faith?”“No,” the old man replied. “How can you reach a place you refuse to see? Or how can you arrive at a destination that you deny with every fiber of your being? You’ll be wasting your time. Even if you somehow arrive, you still won’t see it.”The teachings at the academy ended by noon, leaving the afternoon free for everyone to pursue their own paths.Inside the academy, there were two kinds of people.The first were the nobles and the wealthy.They came to learn, but if they failed to reach the top, they used their time to forge connections with other nobles and rich businessmen, planning to build networks that spanned across the world.The second kind were the poo

In one of the restaurants inside the Academy, which was bustling, filled with the scents of various dishes, a senior who had spent eight years studying on academy decided to teach his juniors.The warmth of the dining hall contrasting with the coolness of the evening outside.As they having their meal, the senior spoke, his voice carrying a tone of wisdom that had come from years of learning."In the whole existence, there is a God, the True Source of everything. And just as there is a God, there is also a Darkness, with a name that cannot be spoken."The juniors, who was listening intently while having dinner, looked up, curiosity etched on their face."Below God, there are Angels who work to control the whole existence. On the dark side, there are Fallen Angels, just as strong as them," the senior continued."From the True Source side, there are also gods, deities, or spirits. And on the dark side, there are Devils, Titan, Demons, Imps, and all dark creatures. And in the middle of i

One student quickly asked, "Master, how can we connect to the soul?"The old master smiled gently, the lines on his face deepening with wisdom. "There is a teaching from ancient Egypt about how to access the soul," he said, his voice soft yet resonant."And every one of you almost uses it daily."Curiosity sparked in the students’ eyes as they leaned in closer."What is it, Master?" another student asked, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice."Dreams," the master explained."Our body is physical, born from the earth, but our soul is life itself. It is like gods and demons in soul form—non-physical and eternal. When you sleep, you set aside your mind and physical brain. Instead, you operate through your soul.""But dreams are so random," one student murmured, a frown creasing his forehead."The randomness of dreams is always shaped by your desires and your negative emotions," the master replied, his tone now more serious."The more you crave and cling to these desires, the more yo

The old master, noticing Alex’s bewilderment, smiled knowingly. "I wanted to show you," he said, "that the memory of the soul is much clearer than the memories of your brain. ““When you access the memories of the soul, you can see everything in vivid detail. The soul records memories in the aether, where they last forever, captured with a perception that transcends the physical."Alex nodded slowly, still trying to process what he had just experienced. It was more than a memory; it was as if he had truly lived those 49 years.The old master stood before his students, his eyes full of quiet wisdom. "Has anyone here successfully accessed their soul memories?" he asked, his voice carrying an air of mystery."I will grant a special gift to those who have."Silence followed his question. No one raised their hand. Alex, though he had experienced more than he could explain, kept his hand down too.He didn't want to stand out, knowing that drawing too much attention could lead to problems, a

Alex suddenly found himself back in the amphitheater.The old master had guided him through the Akashic Records, revealing knowledge that seemed endless for a hundred days of intense training.Yet, when he glanced at the clock, only ten minutes had passed in the real world.The old master opened his eyes, slowly surveying the gathered students."Is there anyone who reached the Akashic Record realm?" he asked, his voice echoing.Maladin raised his hand. "I reached the realm, sir, where there's a vast library full of books."The old man nodded approvingly. "Yes, you are correct."The students broke into applause as Maladin stood, showing off his arrogant face.Maladin then turned his attention to the rest of the group. "In this batch, Alexander Kingsley was said to be the smartest of his time, but it seems like he is nothing."Alex looked at the old man and used telepathy—a soul-to-soul communication that allowed them to exchange thoughts rapidly.“Did he arrive at the Akashic Record pl