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"You dare to say that?" The old man in green, dressed in robes, shook his head and laughed. "I've inquired, and your school is deceitful. It cost you a lot of money in the beginning, just for Sebastian's top student status!"
"Luck is also a part of strength," The old man in blue smiled faintly.
"This Sebastian..." The green-robed old man said with some emotion, "The musketeer he built at Level 1 is nothing, but at Level 2, the pilot is fearsome. Even now, in terms of damage alone, few can compare with it. Historically, that's a long story, so I'm not sure."
The old man in blue picked up his cup of tea and gently took a sip. "But from what I've seen in these 10,000 years, in terms of damage, no race can rival the pilots when they have just been promoted to Level 2. It's just that the defense is quite short."
"Hahaha, you're being too strict," The old man in green laughed. "With this damage capability alone, Sebastian is enough to be compared to those geniuses in history."
"I can't imagine that we'll still be able to witness the birth of such a genius in our remaining time!" The blue-robed old man smiled faintly.
"But..." The green-robed old man seemed to think of something and looked at the blue-robed old man. "It's a bit of a pity. If Sebastian had been born 10 years earlier, or even five years earlier, plus that prince of yours, you wouldn't have to worry at all about the lack of successors!"
"That can't be helped," The blue-robed old man said, putting down his teacup. "You and I both understand that the more talented a person is, the fewer there are."
"Well, I have to go back too," The old man in blue said, standing up.
"Sit down for a while. Today is a big day for your school, the championship victory," the green-robed old man insisted.
"No way," The blue-robed old man sighed. "I guess the time for that big event is coming soon. I still need to train the prince more. Our school isn't like yours, which has so many geniuses!"
"Then I also have to monitor those little guys. I'll see you next time."
Far away from Hope's Peak Academy, in a mountain range with a unique aura, was the location of the Templar Order.
In an ancient, simple building, a young man dressed in white sat cross-legged, meditating on how to strengthen his planet, when a series of footsteps rang out.
A young man in black entered quickly and shouted, "Tonino, the competition is over."
The white-clad young man glanced at him and said unimpressed, "Seeing how excited you are, the so-called Super-Tier Academy can only be the Immortal College and Shining Light University. Other schools are far worse than them."
"Then guess which school won the exchange championship this time," The black-clad young man said with a mysterious smile.
"The champion is the Immortal College," The white-clad young man replied without hesitation.
"This time, you guessed wrong," The black-clad young man said with a slight smile. "The champion is not the Immortal College."
"Not the Immortal College?" The white-clad young man froze slightly. "Could it be Shining Light University?"
"It's not Shining Light University either," The black-clad young man said, his smile growing more pronounced.
Hearing this, the white-clad young man blinked in surprise and asked, "Then who is it? I remember that this year, there are no strong academies besides the Immortal College and Shining Light University. Could it be that these two schools were eliminated early?"
"That's not true," The black-clad young man explained. "Immortal College and Shining Light University met in the semi-finals. As we guessed, Shining Light University is less powerful than Immortal College and was eliminated by them, since they have five Great Mythical Level students."
The white-clad young man nodded and said, "Their lineup is very balanced. Their captain and that beautiful girl are very powerful. Even against us, we would have to be serious. So, you mean to say they lost?"
"Yes," The black-clad young man nodded. "In the finals, they faced the not-so-famous Hope's Peak Academy."
"Hope's Peak Academy," The white-clad young man frowned slightly. "I remember it was ranked near the bottom. Could it be that they've hidden their strength and also have a five-Great Mythical Level lineup?"
"You might not believe me," The black-clad young man said with a smile. "The Hope's Peak Academy team has only one Great Mythical Level student; the others are Legendary Level, along with three Epic Level."
"This lineup..." The white-clad young man was stunned. He looked doubtful and asked, "You mean Immortal College lost to such a team?"
"It's true. See for yourself." The black-clad young man opened a communicator and projected a report about the tournament. It showed an image of Sebastian and his team holding the trophy.
"The finals just ended," the black-clad young man continued. "I'll show you the match footage. I couldn't believe it earlier."
He quickly played the video of the Hope's Peak Academy versus Immortal College match.
The white-clad young man stared with wide eyes as he saw Immortal College use a surprise attack tactic. The four opponents were forced to surrender and leave, leaving Sebastian alone.
He frowned and asked, "Are you sure? How else could he fight alone?"
"Keep watching," The black-clad young man said with a mysterious smile.
The video sped up until the aircraft prepared to attack the Siren. Then it returned to normal speed. A missile was seen flying and destroying a Siren Leader. The white-clad young man couldn't help but stand, shock evident in his eyes. He saw how terrifying the oval weapon was.
"What is the name of this student from Hope's Peak Academy?" He asked after a moment.
"Sebastian, the only Great Mythical Level freshman from Hope's Peak Academy this year. He built a new race like never before," the black-clad young man explained. "He built the Musketeer at Level 1, and the ones you saw are a new race he developed at Level 2, the Pilots."
"Pilots?" The white-clad young man nodded slightly. "A very powerful race, especially in terms of damage. I can't match it."
"Haha, it's rare to hear you say that," The black-clad young man chuckled.
"Although I am arrogant, I know my limits. If I challenged Sebastian now, I would lose," The white-clad young man said seriously. "I never thought there would be such a genius at this time. Hmm, I need to continue training."
Afterward, he turned and left.
Seeing the ancient building doors close again, the black-clad young man shook his head and muttered, "They are both astonishingly talented, true era-defining geniuses. But time waits for no one. The once-in-10,000-years event is about to begin."