At the sight of such overwhelming power constantly fluxing outwards from the middle-aged man, he instinct itself told him not to get closer.

Unfortunately, that would be seen as a transgression. Well, perhaps not, however, he didn't want to show cowardice towards the institution's principal.

Nonetheless, going against the very instinct that had saved his life many times over, the sudden aura disappeared.

The principal, under his breath, muttered, "So, he is the one."

Not only was his aura fully directed at Isaac, making even those of higher ranking cower, it even had small bits of bloodlust embedded.

However, it seemed the silver haired boy's bravery was unmatched.

With his eyes narrowed, even after the rapidly dissipating aura, he still eyed him dangerously.

Unfazed, Isaac continued walking, until eventually reaching his front desk.

"Please, sit." Stopping his act, Liam smiled, happy he was almost ridden of his duties.

Sitting, as there was no harm not to, Isaac eyed the principal, his eyes seemingly asking, 'Why was I called here? I'm tired.'

Nonetheless, he didn't dare say it out loud. He didn't want to start a conflict with the top of the top in a single day.

"You must be wondering why I called you here, not to mention, on your first day." Liam spoke, guessing Isaac's thoughts.

"Yes, sir." Respectfully, he responded, although, to him it was just common courtesy.

He treated the man in front of him with respect.

Ever since the opening speech where he could sense the aura of bloodthirst around his calm facade, he knew the man was anything but simple.

He could only wonder who he truly was before the current facade.

Although, from the looks of it, it didn't seem like he could rid himself of his current facade.

He didn't change at all, even when alone.

At first, he guessed it was simply to put up an act as the principal, however, seeing his kind smile, he truly wondered if it was even a facade.

However, he doubted a man with such blood on his mentality can change so drastically.

At the same time, however, he could have been said to have a polar opposite change as well.

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Perhaps it was just to hide the trauma or anything else negatively impacting him, however, he couldn't say for certain if he even wanted to go back.

Perhaps because it was a new world. A world which chaos can ignite at all times.

Regardless of the reason, he focused on the principals next words.

"Isaac, I want to give you a position that equals even those of Duke houses."

With a questioning look on his face, Isaac didn't interrupt.

"Specifically, I want you to be my disciple."

With shock evident in his eyes, Isaac's expression remained the same for a while.

Meanwhile, Liam thought that he did too well of a job.

'Hmph, it seems my name still causes terror in hearts.'

However, Isaac had a differing opinion.

'Fuck, she's going to be pissed.' Isaac thought, remembering a certain conversation with a certain blonde-haired woman.

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"Isaac, remember this well. You can't have another master!" Tasha told him seriously, and after being with her for a while, he had grown to understand that whenever she was serious, she meant business.

'I can't have anyone else have a look on such a talent! He's mine!' Tasha thought, not saying it out loud.

----

Nonetheless, Isaac was stuck between the opinions of two powerhouses.

If he says no, the principal definitely wouldn't be happy.

On the other hand, Tasha will surely give him a pummeling if he accepts.

'Ugh, the issues of being too talented.' Isaac thought, despairing.

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Walking to his dorm, Isaac firmly clutched the medallion of two swords, with the sword on the right seemingly having an embedded ruby.

The one of the left, however, had an embedded emerald.

Nonetheless, the important part was the backside, which was fully exposed to Isaac.

It showed the starry sky, however, a pitch-black sword, seemingly painted with hints of white and purple, it looked ethereal.

In any normal situation he would've been joyous, not only looking at the extremely detailed design that after learning it's effects, boosted his liking towards it more, however...

He was now the disciple of Liam Windlock, although, he was truly happy about its bonuses.

Not only did being his one and only disciple bring him endless power, rivaling even that of dukes, which, to be specific, didn't apply to the Freesia kingdom.

Infront of Liam, the very kingdom his academy resided in was akin to a dragon looking at a pigeon.

It was completely out of balance.

The medallion could easily sway even the king of this kingdom.

What it really did, however, was give him the power of a duke in each of the three empires.

The key to it all was the medallion.

It was the only way to confirm his identity.

Nonetheless, with his watch keeping it safe, he either had to be beat to have it stolen, or at worst, killed.

Opening the door to his dorm, he sighed, casting the rest of his worries away.

His only real worry was his master; however, how would she find out?

He wasn't going to tell her just yet.

Ultimately, he jumped atop his bed, sitting in a lotus position.

He wanted to find more about his mind, the strange feeling, and hopefully, if he could, about the problem with his soul.

To his knowledge, soul healing objects didn't appear in this world.

Unfortunately, it seemed he had to, one, fix it himself, or traverse through the world for it.

Not this small continent.

He had no doubts now that with mana, there wasn't more continents.

Nonetheless, he wondered about the starry sky, unexplored.

Was Earth in this reality?

Could he return... to his parents?

Although they weren't alive, if he could get stronger, find an item with the power of resurrection, maybe... he could see them again?

Casting his thoughts away he focused all his senses on his head, specifically, deeper than that, his brain, his mind, that was ultimately, interconnected with his soul.

However, he suddenly felt him rapidly sucked in, and the feeling was anything but pleasant.

Using mana, aura, even trying to open his eyes and halt the extreme progress of his senses, he failed to stop.

'What problem is it now?' With one last thought, he felt his consciousness fade.