As Professor Barut performed several primary Space Techniques for beginners, his eyes were drawn once again to the new student at the back.


    He had been observing for a while now, giving Aengus enough chances to reflect on his behavior. However, the student''s continuousziness showed no signs of disappearing.


    As a new student who had just spoken of bing a great master of Space, this behavior deeply disappointed Professor Barut.


    "Mr. Zytherion... Stand up," Professor Barut finally called, intending to teach the new student a lesson.


    "Handsome Zyth, wake up!" one of the girls whispered loudly, her tone surprisingly concerned.


    All eyes turned to Aengus. Some female students were genuinely worried, while others smirked, enjoying what they assumed would be his embarrassment.


    "Must be dreaming of bing a ''World Dominator'' in his sleep," one boy mocked, his disdain evident.


    Aengus stirred,zily lifting his head. His piercing eyes scanned the room, and the mockingughter immediately died down. Without showing the slightest hint of nervousness, he rose to his feet.


    "Yes, Professor?" he asked, his tone calm andposed, as though entirely unaffected by the situation.


    "Mr. Zytherion, you just spoke about your aspirations of bing a great master of Space. Are you going to achieve that with this type of diligence? Why are you sleeping in ss? Are my lessons boring to you?" the professor questioned, suppressing his anger as much as he could.


    Aengus tilted his head and replied calmly, "No, professor. You''re doing great. It''s just that I have alreadypleted the primary techniques, so I was a little bored."


    "You havepleted all of them? Don''t joke. Do you think you''re the second Michael?" one student said arrogantly, ncing at the top Supreme beginner talent with respect and servitude.


    But Michael had no reaction.


    "Hey, why can''t he? Let the professor handle it. Don''t talk bad about our handsome Zyth," the fierce girl retorted like a devoted fangirl, her lively eyes squinting. Still, she was beautiful and graceful nheless.


    The boy was utterly struck speechless.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Elita, you would speak for a boy you just barely met? We''ve been ssmates for a few weeks now," the boy said, clearly irritated.


    "So what?" Elita replied with annoyance.


    Michael, the top student of the ss, said nothing. He quietly observed the scene unfolding before him, his expression cold and detached, as if these trivial exchanges were beneath his consideration.


    "Enough!"


    Professor Barut''s gaze sharpened as he observed the bold deration from Aengus. Suppressing his irritation, he asked sternly, "You im to havepleted all the Primary Techniques? Very well, Mr. Zytherion, demonstrate one of them for the ss."


    Aengus shrugged nonchntly, his expression calm. "As you wish, Professor."


    Whispers broke out among the students.


    "He''s bluffing. There''s no way he''s mastered them already," scoffed the same arrogant boy who spoke earlier.


    The fierce girl, Elita red at him with venom. "Just wait and watch, Albert. Our handsome Zyth would surprise you. I am sure of that."


    Aengus nced at Elita for a moment before walked to the center of the ss with measured steps.


    Elita blushed light, watching him go with admiration.


    The air around him grew tense as he raised his hand. With a subtle flick, space warped visibly, creating a small but intricate teleportation array that shimmered with precision.


    The room fell silent.


    "That''s...!" someone murmured in shock.


    "Hepleted the Spatial Thread Technique wlessly!"


    Even Professor Barut''sposed demeanor faltered. He examined the technique critically before nodding in reluctant approval.


    "Impressive," he admitted. "Your execution of the technique is indeed wless. But this doesn''t prove you know all the primary techniques. Why don''t you show me some more techniques to convince the whole ss?" Professor Barut demanded, taking great interest in the new student.


    "Sure..."


    Aengus, without any excitement, began demonstrating some basic Space Law implementations known as techniques:


    Space Walking, Short Distance Teleportation, Spatial Sense, Space des, etc.


    To Aengus, these were just trifling matters, but he didn''t show more, not wanting to appear as an exhibitionist.


    Professor Barut was more amazed than impressed.


    He could see how wlessly Aengus was executing each technique, as if it were as easy as pie. It might even surpass him in terms of wlessness.


    Not everyone''s physique had such talent for perfect execution and adaptability with Space, after all.


    It seemed the new student''s Supreme Talent title wasn''t just for show; it was genuine.


    The students exchanged wide-eyed nces, including Michael and another Supreme Talent, Rayan.


    Their brows scrunched up, realizing a worthy rival had finally appeared to challenge them.


    They could perform those techniques too, but they doubted they could match Zytherion''s level of precision and ease.


    "Can I go now, professor?"


    "Ah, sure, go ahead. But don''t lose yourself in overconfidence, Student Zytherion," Professor Barut advised kindly. But this time softer approach in his voice.


    Aengus gave a curt nod before heading back to his seat.


    "Hey, handsome Zyth. I''m Elita. Nice to meet you. You were amazing out there," Elita said with a smile from the sidelines, just as he took his seat.


    Elita was seated four rows ahead to the right, just within his peripheral view.


    "Zyth?"


    Aengus frowned at first, but as he nced at her information and stats, a faint smile crossed his face.


    Elita''s heart fluttered with happiness upon seeing his smile and getting his attention.


    But as the ss went on, Aengus didn''t give her a second nce, which made her frustrated each time she turned back to see him.


    Very soon, the time for the lunch break arrived.


    Professor Barut walked out of the ss, looking exhausted, while the students were cheerful, heading off to eat or chat.


    Aengus also left the ssroom alone, but a few eyes lingered on him, as if hesitating to approach.


    Michael and Rayan walked at the very front, earning exmations from the girls and boys, as they were well-known neers in the Academy.


    And Aengus—his alias was slowly bing known to all.


    In the long hallway, students from other sses also cast him curious nces.