Global Awakening: I Got A SSS-level Library System

Chapter 7: The God-Making Plan of Alex Watson

Right now, Alex was riding a tidal wave of surprise and ambition.

His mastery over Divine Light had somehow doubled without any decrease in his Dark Mist—a balance he hadn't dared to hope for.

In a world crammed with countless professions and arcane arts, where each element traditionally countered another, Alex's recent leap in power defied all expectations.

Typically, amplifying one's ability in one area would weaken another, like fire dampening water.

But not this time. The absence of any drawback from his power boost was groundbreaking. It suggested a tantalizing possibility: by teaching more and spreading his knowledge further, Alex could achieve unprecedented, all-encompassing enhancements.

An omnipotent future seemed within reach. Alex sparked a cunning smile and got a sharp strategy for his ascent.

Securing a second disciple required reaching the tenth level, a milestone typically achieved through combat, exhaustive training, or the consumption of exorbitantly priced mystical treasures.

Such methods, however, were impractical for Alex. Combat bore risks, training was monotonous, and precious treasures were financially out of the question for an intern teacher's budget.

That left one promising avenue: advancing through mentorship. With the Santania School's upcoming expedition to a beginner's mystic realm in six days, the perfect opportunity for Wendy Queen to advance presented itself.

Alex resolved to spend the next seven days crafting an intensive, power-boosting curriculum for Wendy, ensuring her rapid progression in the upcoming challenge.

In turn, Alex would reap significant rewards from her advancements.

Emerging from his mental consultation with the Divine Library, Alex breathed deeply, his smile broadening.

Within seven days, he aimed to etch Wendy's name into the annals of legend, making her a figure impossible to forget. Seven days to forge a deity.

In the gym, the regular session for Warrior Class A had wrapped up, yet the space remained bustling with students keen on honing their skills further, including those from different classes who sought extra practice.

A master can only guide you to the path but walking it is up to oneself.

But the arrival of Wendy added a new, vibrant energy to the room, usually dominated by the serious pursuit of mastery.

"Look, it's Wendy Queen from Omni-Class!" a voice rang out.

"Is she here for another nap in the gym?"

"As long as she doesn't snore and throw off our focus, she's welcome."

The room filled with laughter, a mix of amusement and disbelief. To the uninitiated, the idea of someone dozing off amidst rigorous training seemed absurd. How could anyone with such a lack of dedication ever achieve greatness?

The crowd expected Wendy to escape in embarrassment or retreat to a corner in silence as before.

Yet, today, Wendy stood apart from her usual self. Though a blush crept over her face, she didn't shrink away.

Meeting the laughter with quiet resolve, she took her usual spot, sat down, closed her eyes, and started her meditation, utterly ignoring the jeers around her.

The mocking laughter eventually faded, leaving behind a strange quiet.

"Something's different about Wendy Queen today," whispered voices began to speculate.

"Has something shaken her?"

"Maybe she's come to accept her situation."

"Were we too harsh?"

Quiet murmurs spread, with many pondering Wendy's unexpected demeanor as though witnessing an apparition.

Then, cutting through the murmurs, a sword sliced the air in the room's heart, bringing all whispers to a halt. The blade met the magical barrier surrounding a training dummy with a resounding clang, sending ripples across the protective shield. Silence fell.

At the center stood Isabella Roberts, Warrior Class A's esteemed senior, who spoke with a chill in her voice:

"Why concern yourselves with the affairs of others? You waste your days, eyes elsewhere, neglecting your own paths to strength. How do you expect to grow strong with such distractions?"

Faced with Isabella's rebuke, heads bowed in collective embarrassment, no one dared to counter. Her words carried the weight of authority, underscoring a lesson in focus and discipline.

Isabella isn't just the premier warrior of Warrior Class A; she stands unparalleled as the finest swordswoman across Santania School.

Her rapid mastery of multiple advanced-level sword techniques in a mere span of two years not only cements her as the school's brightest star in recent times but also as the crowning jewel of the Roberts, a family renowned for its swordsmanship.

Bearing such distinguished titles and accolades makes her the epitome of excellence in a world where might dictates right. Isabella's prowess ensures she is revered by peers and esteemed by mentors alike.

Wendy Queen, from her corner of the room, absorbed Isabella's chiding to their classmates and offered a silent look of thanks.

Isabella's response was a mere nod—minimal yet acknowledging—before she refocused on her rigorous regimen.

Her act wasn't a favor to Wendy, whom she hardly knew on a personal level; rather, she acted out of a disdain for the hypocrisy and bullying rampant among her peers.

Her stand was for justice, plain and simple, and nothing more.

As the room's energy shifted back to focused training, Wendy too returned to her regimen, not diving into the new insights offered by her teacher, Alex, but rather sticking to the foundational practices she had established the night before.

Alex's notes had been clear: the key to progression was the significant accumulation of Divine Light energy internally.

Wendy's endurance, honed over two steadfast years, had furnished her with a patience far exceeding that of her peers, enabling her to sidestep the pitfalls of haste and impatience.

As the night deepened, another sharp sound of sword energy echoed, with sweat tracing the contours of Isabella's face.

She paused to wipe it away, her gaze shifting curiously towards Wendy's corner.

Eight hours had vanished into the night, and yet, Wendy hadn't so much as twitched. How was she accomplishing such a feat?

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