Chapter 141: The Master of Theory!

It was the first day of training camp, and although it was just a theory class, the Guardians arrived at the lecture hall early. When they entered, seventy to eighty people were sitting in their seats.

“Everyone is so enthusiastic. There are already people sitting here,” Alan said with widened eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Moss also looked helpless. It was as if he had returned to school.

“Moss, let’s go sit in the back row. There are fewer people there. It’ll be quieter,” Mill yawned as she squinted her eyes.

It was her first time sleeping in the same room with a group of guys, so she didn’t get much sleep. She felt many eyes staring at her. It was also the first time she wore so many clothes as she slept. Still, what made her unhappy was that Moss slept better than anyone else, even though he would protect her. But fortunately, the night was fine.

Moss nodded and walked to the last row.

“Oh, wow. The back row is full, too,” Baylon was stunned.

“Looks like they all had the same idea as us. Let’s go to the middle-back row. It’s not too crowded there,” Moss said as he pointed his chin toward the middle-back row.

This point seemed the same as in Moss’s previous life.

Mill was the first to rush over and put her head on the desk to try and catch up on some sleep when she saw an area with fewer people.

When the rest of the Guardians took their seats, they heard a few students discussing lowly in the front row.

“I heard we have a theory class today. It’s going to be torturous!”

“I hate boring classes like these. I only have a bit of knowledge no matter what I do.”

“Yeah, I get bored even listening to these lessons.”

“What’s the use of having good theories anyway? Can’t we just solve our problems on the battlefield?”

The students were in an excellent mental state all morning, and there was no end to their discussions.

Ring, ring, ring!

After some crisp rings, a thin, white-haired man wearing black-rimmed glasses entered the lecture hall. He placed his documents on the podium and said smilingly, “All right, students, today I will be teaching you basic theory. If there is anything you don’t understand during my lecture, please raise your hand. Welcome, future elites of S Country. It’s nice to meet you all. My name is Hank.”

As soon as Hank introduced himself, a student raised his hand with an impatient expression.

“Yes, please speak.”

“Mr. Hank, may I ask how old you are, what class you awakened, and what level you are?!” A tall boy, twice the size of Hank, asked loudly.

Hank adjusted his glasses and calmly answered, “I’m fifty years old this year, and I’m a level 25 knight.”

The lecture hall burst into an uproar when they heard that.

“He’s only at level 25 even though he’s fifty. What a shame.”

“Level 25? Our school’s teacher is at level 30. Is Mr. Hank even qualified to teach us?”

“He’s a knight too. That’s a class no one cares about, yet he’s a lecturer in the elite training program?”

“Does he even know what a swordmaster or alchemist is?”

The students’ harsh words only motivated Moss.

Instructor Kevin, six foot two, walked in and bowed respectfully at Hank. Then he revealed a grim expression, and an alarming voice echoed through the lecture hall, “Quiet, rookies! You are not qualified to question anyone or anything in the training camp! You are fortunate to have Mr. Hank as a lecturer. He is one of the top master theorists in the country!”

The lecture hall immediately became quiet, leaving only Kevin’s alarming voice reverberating. But after a few short moments, it became lively again.

“Wow, Mr. Hank is one of the top theorists in the country?”

“Fortunately, I didn’t skip this class, or I would have missed an excellent opportunity.”

“Looks like extraordinary people are guiding us in the elite training camp.”

The topic of the conversation took a complete turn compared to before. Moss looked at the thin and weak Hank on the podium with shining eyes. Then a smile flashed across Moss’s calm face.

“Let’s continue with the lecture, shall we?”

The lecture hall was completely silent when they heard Hank’s voice this time.

“Speaking of classes, which do you think is the best, and the worst?”

The students had varying opinions about this topic as they muttered among themselves. The students finished discussing, so Hank continued, “What you said just now was right, but I want to emphasize one point. Every class has its strengths and weaknesses. As long as you can accept that and play to your strengths to avoid your weaknesses, you will become a true powerhouse.”

“So, no class is the best nor the worst? Then why are some classes becoming increasingly popular while the others are declining?” A student raised his hand and asked.

Hank drank some water and continued, “There are indeed some ups and downs with classes, but whether or not you can become a powerhouse has nothing to do with classes.

“Let’s take the current most popular class, swordmaster, as an example. Swordmasters do not have much of an advantage in levels at the start. Moreover, its lethality isn’t high, and its crowd control is even worse.

“However, as the swordmaster’s level increases, the number of swords or blades they can control will also increase. Only then can they compensate for their lack of lethality and crowd control to become a formidable opponent.”

“So, would a swordmaster become invincible then?”

The students below looked at Hank with anticipation. They all wanted to know his answer.

“That’s not entirely true.”

“Oh?”

The students wanted to know what Hank was going to say next.

“Of course, a swordmaster also has a weakness, the cooldown between their two skills. The further swordmaster develops, the stronger the effects of their skills and lethality. However, their skill cooldown also increases drastically.

“If one manages to block the swordmaster’s attack and take advantage of their cooldown to retaliate, one can easily defeat the swordmaster. There are no weak classes, only weak people.

“That is why I disagree with others thinking class is the most important thing. Choosing an unpopular class does not necessarily mean you can become the strongest.”

After Hank said that, the students had a wave of heated discussions. However, Moss deeply resonated with it.

“Does that mean we could just choose random classes?”

“Then we could have awoken the free knight class instead of fighting or paying for an expensive class-change scroll?!”

“Mr. Hank probably didn’t mean that.”

Hank noticed the students’ discussions, so he continued, “There’s another crucial lesson I want to talk about today.”

Hearing that, almost everyone removed their notebooks from their bags and locked their eyes on Hank on the podium.

“We all know hard work determines a person’s lower limits, while talent determines a person’s upper limits. But is one’s talent the only factor determining a person’s upper limits? No!”

Hank paused and continued clearly, “There is also the stimulation of potential! That is what the instructors of the training camp will extract from you in the upcoming phases. We want to bring out your true potential as much as possible! That is what I will teach you all today!”

The students opened their eyes and ears wide, afraid to miss a single word. Even Mill, who was sleepy a moment ago, was roused. She sat upright and stared at Hank.

“We will bring out your true potential through rigorous training and constant challenges while testing your bodies and willpower. However, there is a limit to this. Nonetheless, your desire for survival, success, and will to protect humanity will also stimulate your potential.”

Ring!

The one-day theory class ended with the crisp sound of a ringing bell. Then Hank left a question for thought, “I wonder which career inspires the most potential.”