While the principal was busy looking for information about his destined one, Isaac continued hunting beasts.
With a bored look, Isaac reminisced about his growth and change over the last two months.
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After battling a multitude of beasts, ranging from turtles, foxes, and even hordes of bees, his master pointed a clear flaw in his fighting style.
That was the fact that he wasn't used to group fights at all.
However, after continuously watching his battles, she felt as her perspective of the world had crumbled.
Beforehand, she studied his magic spells and other things related to that.
Not finding in an issue with the low-level spells, she let him be.
Almost leaving him at that, she noticed that he was winning his battles purely due to his spells, his instantaneous usage, and his increasingly improving battle intelligence.
However, the weapon he carried was simply the tool he chose to kill the beasts at their last legs.
Noticing a problem, she strictly told him to fight against a beast, with pure spearmanship.
And with that, his flaws slowly showed themselves, fully unveiling the errors in his battles.
These errors, hidden by his magic, were quickly solved, although, with that, the intensity of the training leveled exponentially in his eyes.
After an entire month of training inside various forests, each holding their own eldritch horror, he finally halted.
"Master, what do you mean explore the world?" Isaac said, confused.
"It's exactly as I said. Talents can't be nurtured inside a beautiful shelter. Each hero, each savior, never developed themselves without hardship." Tasha replied, knowing what he was feeling.
Although not particularly excited at his departure, he was at least given food, a detailed map, 100,000 UC, and a golden medallion.
Handing the medallion in-hand, he wondered about its wonder, to even allow full access to the Capital without them inspecting him whatsoever.
Regardless, he began his journey, heading towards a small city.
Arriving at the small city, Albian, he noticed that it was particularly in shambles.
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Filled with an awful burning smell and the atmosphere, that can turn any sane man sad, Isaac continued looking at a distance.
However, he saw no movement.
Ruffling his clothes, trying to find his pockets, he quickly grabbed the dirtied map.
However, no matter how dirty, he couldn't see the resemblance between the two cities.
Entering, veiling himself with light mana, he saw something he didn't expect.
Even while bedridden in the hospital he always knew of the vile nature of humans. It was something undeniable.
Even the purest, ones filled with kindness, they still had a vile nature, hidden deep within.
He wasn't as prideful or arrogant to know that he could also make choices, one that would befit him in that category, if given a reason to do so.
Whether it was for power, the ability to see his parents once again, or the mere choice of getting something he liked, he knew that eventually, he'll fold.
And the scene he saw, with mothers being maltreated in ways he never wished to see, with their male partner or children, dead in front of them, he finally realized.
'At what point is evil, evil?' Isaac wondered, seemingly unbewildered.
It was as if he felt as this was normal. As if this was supposed to happen.
Within the vast expanse of the ever-going conflict with his mind, something loosened, completely unaware, he continued watching the scene in front of him.
Suddenly, he felt as if he reached enlightenment.
He found a goal.
'I'll continue gaining strength. I don't want to be toyed like these people.' From an emotional and ethical perspective, he was insane.
However, he didn't want to ever be toyed with, it was a feeling so primordial, so overwhelming over everything else, he felt as if every other thought was fake.
[??? Restrains loosen.]
With a message he didn't see until much later, he said out loud.
"I accept myself. I'm wholly a tyrant, one in desperate search of power."
His words, as if an oath, fully resonated with his current thinking.
As his last word dropped, his spear drank the blood of many.
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Remembering the awful scene, and the weird text that came from it, he stopped his hunt.
On his watch, it read, '213'.
After 3 days, he had reached this number, although he didn't try particularly hard, he still gave effort.
He stopped, not only because he didn't like showing every single card when he's being spied on, he also believed, that by now, he had passed the trial.
Not only due to his instinct and high number of kills, but he had also seen more than a dozen other students fight, and to be honest, he didn't feel as if they'd reach 100 points even if they gave it their all.
He might not at the top, but that was never his intention.
Instead, he once again sat, and napped.
Disrupting his sleep, was the powerful convergence of mana around him. Although he was asleep his senses never dwindled when it came to energies as powerful as this.
Feeling the overwhelming force, intending to drag him, he remembered the principal's ability, and so, he stopped his resistance, although it was futile, regardless.
After being completely enwrapped in purple mana, which held black tints, he was suddenly in a dark space.
However, as if his own eyes couldn't keep up beforehand, he finally saw himself in a room, filled with golden linings all around, with brown wood complimenting it.
Looking around he saw two shelfs, each on one side of the small room, filled with books.
Strangely, he was sitting, and looking down, he saw a note that read,
"Father, if you read this note, please leave.
By the time this note reaches your hand, it'll be too late.
Please heed my warning and leave this village.
Sincerely, Kathryn."
Reading the note, he felt himself be teleported.
Arriving he saw a village, knowing which village this was, his guard was fully up.
After all, it seems the Third Trial is an illusion.