Chapter 101: Ask

For some reason, neither of them got out of the car.

Rosa was simply staring at her phone, while Zara glanced from side to side.

As it turned out, another young woman wearing the same school uniform approached them.

Enzo knew her.

She had brown skin, short black hair, and a scarf around her neck, which was actually there to conceal a wound.

Amy, Zara’s classmate.

Enzo had paid close attention to her ever since he first saw her because her physical strength was on par with his own when they were the same age.

In other words, Amy likely possessed a Perfect Human Body, just like him.

If she had at least a Normal Human Soul, she was destined to become a genius simply by possessing that body.

She shouldn’t have been as unlucky as Enzo, who had a Weak Human Soul instead.

A case like Enzo’s was extremely rare. The chances of it happening again in the same city were slim.

Zara got out of the car and greeted her. She even gave Amy a hug, making it impossible for Amy to hide how touched she was by Zara’s kindness.

"Park next to them!" Enzo ordered Eva.

He didn’t want them to see him right now, as they would definitely bother him.

Eva nodded and drove the car into the parking area beside the building.

And there, of all people, was Alex. He was sitting on the hood of his car, smoking a long cigar while bragging to his lackeys.

For some reason, their car attracted everyone’s attention, perhaps because it was unfamiliar and more luxurious than the others.

Once the car stopped, Eva got out, immediately startling the group.

Alex even straightened his back in surprise.

Eva, of course, didn’t spare them a single glance.

She immediately opened the door for Enzo, who stepped out right away.

As far as he was concerned, Alex was completely insignificant.

He walked straight toward the university building.

As it happened, he ran into Andrea Allen in the hallway, the beautiful and cold instructor.

"Instructor..." Enzo couldn’t help greeting her.

The way the woman looked at him was somewhat different, but she still maintained her usual cold demeanor as an instructor.

After all, she was a genius and naturally had her own pride.

There was no way she would act submissively in front of someone else.

One needed to possess greater personal strength to earn such an attitude from her.

However, when she looked at Eva, her eyes narrowed.

She seemed to vaguely sense something different about her, and it gave her a strong feeling of threat.

"Is there something you need?" she asked in response, making no attempt to investigate Eva’s unusual aura further.

"Instructor, may I ask you something?" Enzo replied.

"What do you want to ask?" Andrea Allen was rather surprised.

"When you reached the limit of Level 5, how did you advance to Level 6? What allowed you to break through?"

Enzo simply wanted to broaden his knowledge.

Perhaps her experience would be useful to him.

Andrea Allen, however, was rather puzzled by the question.

From her perspective, asking about Levels 5 and 6 was far too premature for Enzo at this point.

After remaining silent for a few moments, she answered, "I vented my anger back then. Everyone I disliked received a slap from me until they ended up in the hospital. Actually, it was because I was under the influence of alcohol, so I failed to control myself. In the middle of my rampage, I managed to break through to Level 6. But when I reached the peak of Level 6, I did it again, this time without being under the influence of alcohol, and broke through once more. You could call it a miracle, but it never worked again after that. Some people tried to imitate my method, but they failed as well."

She explained because it was her responsibility as an instructor, even though she felt the question was beyond Enzo’s current level.

Enzo rested a hand on his chin and nodded slightly.

The question was, would this method work for him?

He had no idea.

"You should also ask the dean," Andrea Allen added.

After that, she continued on her way.

Enzo also resumed walking, heading toward the dean’s office.

"Hahaha, don’t worry, don’t worry! Your son will definitely be accepted. I guarantee it, I guarantee it!" The dean’s voice echoed from inside his office as Enzo arrived.

The dean seemed to be talking to someone on the phone.

Enzo rolled his eyes when he heard those words.

However, he didn’t care. He knocked on the door, apparently startling the dean so much that something fell inside.

"Who is it?" His voice sounded angry.

However, when he opened the door, his expression changed almost instantly into a smile.

"Muller," he said spontaneously.

His smile only grew wider.

He looked Enzo up and down.

"You look completely different," he remarked.

"Really?" Enzo was quite surprised to hear that he looked different.

Why was the dean the only one saying that?

Without realizing it, he glanced at the window on the wall, which reflected his appearance.

He didn’t feel that anything had changed. Of course, he had to admit that he looked more handsome, but that was because he was more confident and better groomed. The dean shouldn’t be commenting on that.

"You now have the aura of a great man. Your nights must be absolutely incredible," the dean said with a chuckle.

"Yes, absolutely incredible. Too incredible for the imagination to even comprehend," Enzo could only reply.

In the end, it was the dean who became awkward.

"Right, what brings you here to see me?" he asked, changing the subject. It was a perfectly reasonable question.

"I want to know what allowed you to break through to Level 6 when you reached the limit of Level 5. I just asked Instructor Allen about it. She shared her experience and suggested that I ask about yours as well," Enzo answered immediately.

"Ohhh..." The dean was taken aback, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"Why are you asking about Level 5?" he asked.

If Andrea Allen had asked him that, Enzo would have answered honestly.

"I’m currently at the limit of Level 5, and I only need a little more to advance, but I can’t figure out how. I can’t gain any further insight into my techniques, and I haven’t received any enlightenment. Of course, my cultivation period has been short, and accumulating more energy would certainly help. But in terms of foundation, I’m already sufficient. There’s nothing wrong with wanting a shortcut."

He answered honestly.

There was no need for him to hide his cultivation level.

Who would dare try to imprison him just to find out how his level had increased so quickly?

At most, others would assume that Miya had given him the finest resources available, resources that no one else had ever used before.

Enzo didn’t care if others thought that way.

After all, it wasn’t far from the truth either. The System had appeared when he accepted the marriage proposal from Miya.

The dean wasn’t overly shocked. His expression simply froze.

It took the dean a while to regain his composure.

He smiled again.

"Just as expected. I knew from the beginning that you were destined for greatness," he said.

Enzo wasn’t entirely sure whether that was a compliment. Even if it was, it probably wasn’t sincere.

He simply smiled as well.

"Perhaps my experience isn’t suitable for you," the dean added.

"I just want to know. If I think it’s suitable, I’ll give it a try," Enzo replied.

"No, what I mean is that it’s not merely unsuitable for you. It’s also something you shouldn’t hear about. I haven’t hidden it from others whom I trust not to turn it into gossip. I also believe you won’t spread it around. It’s just that this isn’t something good," the dean explained.

"That only makes me more curious," Enzo said.

"Yes, I was wrong, but this really wasn’t a pleasant experience."

After the dean said that, Eva, who had initially been standing just one meter behind Enzo, suddenly walked toward a more distant window.

For some reason, she moved away. Perhaps she deliberately wanted to give the dean more room to speak.

However, it seemed that wasn’t actually the reason the dean was reluctant to speak. He genuinely couldn’t bring himself to tell Enzo.

Enzo only became even more curious and confused.

"Dean, even if you can keep it a secret, that doesn’t mean I can’t ask someone else who might have heard about it from you. What about Mr. Joe? Surely you’ve told him, haven’t you? Mr. Joe certainly wouldn’t hide it from me, even if it’s something absurd and forbidden."

"Ahem..." The dean immediately cleared his throat.

He became awkward, seemingly wondering whether Mr. Joe would tell Enzo about it.

He certainly knew that the old man placed orders above everything else. His loyalty and obedience were absolute.

In short, he wouldn’t consider the bigger picture or the consequences as long as they didn’t pose an immediate danger.

The dean began scratching his head as he thought about it.

"This isn’t something you should try," the dean said.

"Alright, I’ll tell you." He then gave a bitter smile for just a moment.

"Please," Enzo said.

"I cheated on my wife back then," the dean said in an extremely low voice.

Of course, every word was still perfectly clear to Enzo’s ears.

"Hahaha, this is embarrassing. I was already married at the time, and my relationship with your wife had deteriorated. So I cheated on her with a promiscuous woman. Who would have thought that I would successfully break through that very night? Enzo, remember, this has never worked for anyone else. If you try it, you might die. No, I would die too."

Enzo: "..."