“Proof, huh? Let me think.”
Yue Wu opened his system, and virtual interfaces appeared page by page before him. They contained records of the world’s genesis, written in ancient demonic runes.
With a gentle sweep of his right hand, Yue Wu copied some of the information onto a piece of paper, intending it as proof of his words.
“During the Genesis Era, demons weren’t yet demons. They were still human, but not the humans of today. The two were distinct; the former were superhumans, transcending ordinary humanity.”
“Back then, there were no distinct professions. All abilities were shared amongst everyone. Perhaps this projection will illustrate it for you.”
Yue Wu, disinclined to recount the entire history, directly retrieved a Record Gem from his King’s Treasury. This gem was a drop he had acquired during a demon invasion event in the game, and he had kept it as a war trophy.
As the Record Gem activated, the entire classroom underwent a sudden transformation. It became an endless desert, stretching as far as the eye could see.
This startling change unsettled everyone, including Lucy. Yue Wu gently set Xiao Qing down, then cleared his throat before beginning his explanation.
“This is a holographic projection,” he announced. “It will allow you to experience the reality of that era firsthand. There’s no need to worry about anything happening; simply observe the spectacle.”
No sooner had Yue Wu’s words faded than several men, clad in animal hides, materialized in the desert before everyone. Each of them held a simple, unadorned knife.
From the opposite direction, a much larger group approached, outnumbering the first by tenfold.
“Teacher, what’s happening?” Hera Dorell asked, seeing both sides draw their blades.
“In that era, people were divided into factions, and wars frequently erupted between them,” Yue Wu explained. “You must be prepared and watch closely, for their magic doesn’t require incantations.”
Yue Wu had, in fact, witnessed this particular projection several times before.
“Hardening spell, applied to weapons,”
The men in the smaller group imbued their knives with a layer of magic, and the opposing faction did the same.
“Sage’s Speed Boost, Strength Boost, Agility Boost, and Defensive Armor.”
“Mage’s Triple Mana, Magic Barrier, and Fire Rain.”
“Swordsman’s Cross Slash.”
“Archer’s Magic Arrow.”
“Assassin’s Stealth.”
Yue Wu recited all the magic and martial skills employed by the figures in the projection. Yet, these weren’t exclusive to specific professions; they were abilities everyone could unleash.
The projection showcased many more skills, but Yue Wu ceased his commentary, for he observed that every student was utterly dumbfounded.
“Well?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips. “Do you think the magic they wielded is the same as the magic of today?”
Yue Wu deactivated the Record Gem, then smiled as he surveyed the thirty students seated before him.
“Teacher,” asked Commoner Boy C, “can we also be like them?”
“I can enable you to become Priests,” Yue Wu replied. “As for mastering every skill like them, I believe that would be impossible.”
Yue Wu shook his head. Of course, this was unless they also possessed a system like his own, albeit one comprised solely of passive skills from various professions.
“Then please continue, Teacher,” urged Commoner Boy D.
“Don’t rush,” Yue Wu said. “I’m about to discuss the Priest’s final aspect: offensive capabilities.”
“To put it simply, the Priest profession encompasses the abilities of Knights, Sages, Priests, and Mages. Take me, for instance…”
“Never mind that. All of you, follow me to a different location.”
Yue Wu left everyone in suspense. In the next instant, with a flash of angelic wings, he transported them all to an open grassy field not far outside the academy.
“Teacher, what kind of magic was that?!”
“Is that also an ability of the Priest profession?”
“Teacher, I want to learn that!”
Instantly, the entire class erupted, every student eager to learn the Angelic Wings skill.
“You will learn it eventually,” Yue Wu assured them.
“However, that is for another time. For now, I want to demonstrate the Priest’s offensive capabilities.”
The moment Yue Wu raised his hand, a Sacred Light Orb materialized, hovering above his palm.
“Transform: Warhammer.”
The Sacred Light Orb transformed into an enormous golden hammer. Yue Wu gripped it for a moment before flinging it into the distance.
Boom!
The ground far away was cratered, forming a massive spiderweb pattern. Everyone present stared in utter disbelief.
“The Priest profession is categorized,” Yue Wu explained. “There are melee, ranged, mid-ranged, and logistical support roles.”
Yue Wu once again conjured a Sacred Light Orb, morphing it into common weapons such as a knight’s sword, a one-handed sword, a bow, an axe, and a staff.
“Teacher, we want to learn! We want to learn now!” the students clamored, their excitement palpable.
“No need to rush,” Yue Wu calmly stated. “Let’s head back first. Today was merely an introduction to the Priest profession; formal lessons will begin tomorrow.”
In the blink of an eye, Yue Wu transported everyone back into the classroom.
“I shall continue,” he announced. “But you must listen carefully, for what I’m about to explain concerns the path you will take in the future.”
As Yue Wu’s words resonated, all the students grew serious and attentive.
“The first spell you witnessed earlier was the Priest’s fundamental offensive magic: the Sacred Light Orb.”
“Regardless of the path you choose in the future, this spell will form the foundation for most of your Priest skills. As I demonstrated, I can shapeshift it into any form I envision.”
“You can transform it into a sword for close-quarters combat or into a bow to attack enemies from a distance.”
“This distinction defines the difference between melee and ranged Priests. You will choose your role based on your preferred combat style.”
“Mid-ranged, simply put, involves throwing, much like I did earlier. The power of your throw, however, will be determined by your mana and physical force.”
“I imagine not many female students would particularly enjoy direct combat, would they?”
“In that case, logistical support will be your best option. Allow me to demonstrate.”
Yue Wu produced a dagger and drew it across his own arm, creating a deep gash. However, such an injury was utterly trivial to him.
“Watch closely,” he instructed. “I’m about to begin.”
Yue Wu transformed the Sacred Light Orb into a bandage, which he then wrapped around his wounded arm. The moment it was secured, the bandage vanished.
The deep gash disappeared as well, as if Yue Wu had never cut his arm with the dagger at all.
“This is logistical support,” Yue Wu declared.
“This path is suitable for nuns who provide relief in churches, or even for doctors.”
After Yue Wu concluded his demonstration, the hall fell into a stunned silence. Even Lucy, the Vice Dean, momentarily forgot her status.
She found herself sitting among the students, completely engrossed in Yue Wu’s lecture.
“Now, I’ll give you time to ponder a question: Which path suits you best?”
“There’s no rush for an immediate answer. You can provide it to me tomorrow; it won’t be too late.”
“Today’s lesson concludes here. Your assignment for today is to reflect deeply—understand your own personality before considering your chosen path.”
“Very well, class dismissed.”
Yue Wu picked up Xiao Qing and, without a backward glance, walked out of the classroom door. He left behind a group of pensive students and a Lucy who seemed to be questioning her very existence.