The passers of the kindergarten were called students. After the leader's lively speech, the students were assigned to their respective dormitories.
Although it was the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, he had thought the atmosphere would be dark and desolate, but it was different from what he had thought.
"It's big, spacious, and nice."
Perhaps because it was located in the south, warm sunlight ca in through the window.
He opened the door to let out the musty sll and ventilated the room with fresh air.
The room was simple, but it was just the right size for one person to live in, and the bookshelf, bed, table, and chairs were all high-quality at a glance.
On the table, there was a class schedule for tomorrow.
"Tomorrow is the mind art class. But why are there no other classes?"
At the bottom of the class schedule, there was a map showing where the classes would be held.
And on the back of the class schedule, there was a warning not to wander around the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult without seniors, instructors, or professors.
[No responsibility will be taken for death due to an accident.]
Murong Yoo decided never to go out of the room and lay down on the bed.
"Huh?"
But sothing felt familiar.
"Why does this feel the sa as my blanket at ho?"
Perhaps because of that, Murong Yoo was able to sleep soundly that day.
Rustle.
In his sleep, he felt soone touching his hair, so Murong Yoo brushed the hand away.
Chirp, chirp!
Murong Yoo woke up with the sound of birds announcing the morning.
"Is it because the air is good?"
Strangely, all the fatigue and muscle pain in his body had disappeared.
Murong Yoo lightly stretched his body, took the class schedule, and went outside.
"Finally, the first day."
He still couldn't believe that yesterday's events were real.
The story that there were other worlds besides the world they live in, and that monsters or other races lived there.
But he had no choice but to believe it because he had experienced it himself.
And that from now on, he had to prevent the destruction of such a world.
While doing so, Murong Yoo did not forget the reason why he had co to the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.
"I'll find my dad no matter what!"
He walked along the map.
[Mind Art Class]
He saw a sign with this written on it.
Although it was a class, he had thought they would learn in a school or inside, but it was outdoors.
But it wasn't a sandy field or a marble floor like a training ground, but a grassy field as if they had co for a picnic.
"You're the first one here!"
In the center of the grassy field, a man was sitting freely. Around such a man, various birds were gathered. It was an atmosphere where no tension was felt at all.
"You co here too."
"Professor?"
Murong Yoo rembered seeing that man for a mont yesterday.
The mind art class professor, Braha.
"Yes. I am the mind art class professor, Braha. You co here too and interact with the birds. It feels good."
Although he didn't know how a person could interact with birds, Murong Yoo did as the professor told him.
When Murong Yoo approached, the birds were startled and all flew away.
"Kikiki."
Murong Yoo's shoulders drooped slightly, feeling down that he had done sothing wrong.
Braha patted Murong Yoo's shoulder and said.
"The kids are coming over there. Sit in the place with the number."
"Yes."
Murong Yoo, who had answered weakly, was the first to arrive, so he just sat in the place with the number 1. After a while, all the number tags were filled with students.
"Fortunately, it seems there are no students who are late from the first day."
Braha introduced himself to the kindergarten students.
"Nice to et you. I am Braha. My realm is the Profound Realm, and I was the Lord of the Chaotic Heavenly Society in my pri."
At the rather surprising career, the sound of surprise was heard from here and there.
Braha casually cald the students' surprise.
"It's not that surprising. Because in the Divine Cult, there are many beings who are more amazing than ."
Braha continued to explain about the class.
"First, before we start the class, I will ask you one question. What do you think internal energy is?"
When no one answered, Braha asked number 1.
"Number 1."
"What?"
"From now on, when the professors call your number, repeat your number and na. Again, number 1."
"This is number 1, Murong Yoo."
"Yes. What do you think?"
"..."
He had no thoughts.
In the first place, what is internal energy?
Internal energy is just internal energy.
But perhaps because of the professor's point, the gazes of the other students also naturally gathered.
Murong Yoo had experienced this situation before.
'If I can't speak properly here, I'll be teased as a half-wit again.'
The reason he had co to the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult was to find his dad, but it was also to change from before.
I don't want to be a nuisance to anyone anymore.
"I-Internal energy is energy!"
I did it!
"What kind of energy is it?"
A question that ca in succession!
Murong Yoo was flustered.
When he couldn't answer, the professor looked around.
"Is there anyone who can answer? I'll give you extra points. For your information, if you collect extra points, you can enjoy various benefits. You can exchange them for what you want, such as the martial arts secret books in the Divine Cult, spiritual pills, or money."
Just then, soone raised his hand.
"Number 100. Speak."
"Yes! This is number 100, Namgung Cheon."
'Divine Star Namgung Cheon!'
At the sound of Namgung Cheon, Murong Yoo beca nervous.
"Internal energy is the source that is spread throughout this world. So using internal energy is not just using the energy that is spread in the air, but it is in line with understanding the laws of that world."
"Oh! You know it well. I will give 10 extra points to number 100."
"Thank you!"
Everyone sent their admiration to Namgung Cheon, who had answered the question so skillfully. Except for one person, Murong Yoo.
The professor's words continued.
"As number 100 said, internal energy is the most fundantal source that constitutes this world, that is, the martial world. You must be curious why I asked this question."
The professor drew a line in the empty space with his hand. Then a line was drawn in the empty space, and a huge mouth opened.
"Although you saw it for a mont yesterday, this is called a crack. It exists all over this world, and if you reach the Profound Realm and handle the boundary like , you can open it. The crack I have opened now is the 5th-grade Great Forest. You know it well from yesterday, right?"
The professor who had said that jumped over the crack. Towards them who were flustered because the professor had suddenly disappeared, the professor's voice was heard from inside the crack.
"Today's class will be held in here, so co in."
The students all hesitated and did not move rashly. The unknown world they were facing for the first ti. Because they felt a sense of fear about it. Moreover, the giant mantis they had experienced yesterday amplified the fear.
As everyone was hesitating, the gazes naturally gathered on number 1.
"Doesn't number 1 usually do this first?"
"Probably?"
Murong Yoo, at the feast of the hot gazes sent by his classmates, had no choice but to enter the crack first.
Since the professor was inside, he thought nothing would happen.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
"It seems everyone has co in. How is it? Isn't it humid?"
The climate inside the crack was beyond imagination.
There was also sumr in the Central Plains.
But this was not just sumr level.
It's steaming.
A feeling that the sun is twice as close as usual.
Being hot was a given, and the humidity that surpassed it was enormous.
A feeling that his stamina was draining just by breathing, as sweat was pouring down even when he was still.
In addition, the plants growing around boasted a size that was at least twice that of what he had seen in the Central Plains.
"Professor! It's so hot, I'm going to die."
"I want to go back quickly."
"I can't stay here any longer!"
It was a natural phenonon for cries to co out from here and there.
The students finally realized that the climate of the Central Plains was a fairy.
The professor, seeing the students' reactions, grinned as if it were fun. Such a professor was not sweating a single drop and was fresh.
"What you will do from now on is to adapt to this climate."
And the professor threw a booklet to each of the students.
[Three Talents Mind Art]
A third-rate mind art that could be found in the market.
"Although you will have the mind art you learned in your respective families, I have prepared a separate mind art book just in case there are people who have not learned it. The students who have not learned the mind art, learn this."
And the professor looked at the front.
"You will see a red line over there. Those who can't see it, raise your hand!"
When Murong Yoo peeked his head, a red line was hanging in a straight line with a huge tree as a boundary.
"It seems there is no one. The inside of the red line is a safe zone, so you can wander around with peace of mind, but if you go outside, I can't be responsible for your life, so always check the location of the red line when you walk."
The professor goes back into the crack.
Murong Yoo grabbed the professor without realizing it.
"E-Excuse !"
"Why are you calling ?"
"Are you going like this?"
"Yeah."
"But the class hasn't even started yet."
"I taught you. That internal energy is the source that makes up that world. And to adapt to the climate."
"Even if the source is so, you didn't tell us how to adapt!"
Murong Yoo desperately asked the professor.
"Co to think of it, that's right. The thod is simple. You just have to not sweat like . Then, if you et the conditions, a crack that returns to the Central Plains will open in front of you on its own."
"W-Wait a minute!"
"Why, do you have another question?"
"What if we can't et the conditions?"
Grin.
For so reason, the professor's smile reminded him of the King of Hell, although he had never seen him before.
"You'll be eaten by the tropical climate of the Great Forest. For your information, although the inside of the red line is a safe zone, the animals, plants, and insects living in here are not comparable to those of the Central Plains, so everyone be tense. Otherwise, you'll be eaten. I'm really going now."
He really left.
Flop.
Murong Yoo sat down on the muddy ground.
"Is this for real?"
Drip.
Bad things are said to happen in succession.
A drop of water fell from the sky.
A pain as if a stone were falling was felt on his face. The size of the water drop was also twice as thick as in the Central Plains.
Thud, thud, thud.
"Aaaah! Dodge!"
"You'll die from the rain!"
"This is hell!"
Soon, at the huge amount of falling rain, the children scattered, and Murong Yoo also got up and ran.
* * *
Under a huge leaf.
Three children are gathered.
Murong Yoo was regretting why he had gathered like this among the many children, and why he had chosen this place among the many leaves.
"Shall we say hello?"
Fortunately, one of them was a person he was quite close to.
"I'm Paeng Yoo-ran. For your information, I'm already friends with Yoo-ya!"
Murong Yoo, swept up in the atmosphere, introduced himself next.
"I am Murong Yoo of the Murong Family. Nice to et you."
Murong Yoo looked to the side.
A face as if it had been carved from a sculpture.
A nobility that could not be hidden even though he was wet from the rain.
A person who had always been compared to him.
"I am Namgung Cheon."
A true genius who was far from ordinary from birth.
Paeng Yoo-ran said brightly.
"The first class is really fun! Right!"
"It's so-so interesting."
Murong Yoo, listening to their conversation, thought.
Aren't the geniuses a bunch of crazy people with a broken part in their heads?
"Yoo-ya! Right?"
Murong Yoo was weak to the atmosphere.
"U-Uh."
(End of Chapter)
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