Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 297

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 297

191. The Speed of Learning (2)

‘He should have asked at least once by now.’

This was what Professor Cross had been thinking as the past week went by.

His ‘disciple’.

The first disciple he had finally welcomed after hundreds of years of time flowing by.

A fellow with exceptional mana and talent, and above all, a composure and experience that didn’t match his age.

That’s why he wanted to pass on everything he had to this fellow even more.

“Has he given up?”

Such a thought suddenly occurred to him.

Well, that secret magic wasn’t just any ordinary difficult magic.

Even if you understand the theory, it’s meaningless if you can’t realize the ‘method’ on your own.

Of course, even if one grasps both theory and method, only he himself can use his secret magic.

At least, until now.

Actually, he had tried teaching it to several mages a few times, lying that it wasn’t secret magic but just one of the spells he was developing.

With the desperation of grasping at straws.

Death was approaching, and at this rate, his secrets would be buried in history.

But not a single person succeeded.

“Not one of them could properly create even a single blade.”

Would Dane be different?

Perhaps… he should think it would be possible.

But even so, it would take a very long time.

“One month?”

Professor Cross chuckled as he sat in his research lab.

One month, he says.

It might not be enough even if it took one year, no, ten years.

Perhaps that overconfident fellow, having done everything easily until now, might be doubting his talent for the first time.

Tick, tick.

As time flowed by like this, Professor Cross brewed some warm tea.

A hobby he had been able to continue for hundreds of years thanks to keeping his five senses alive even while making himself into a lich.

“It’s about time for him to come.”

Finally, the lecture time approached.

Professor Cross imagined it.

Dane shaking his head saying he didn’t quite understand, and himself laughing triumphantly.

Click.

And when the door finally opened wide, Professor Cross also smiled broadly.

“Come in, my disciple.”

Even deliberately emphasizing ‘disciple’.

‘Hmm.’

In the midst of this, Dane’s expression was as composed as always.

Just like when he had entered the last lecture.

But that expression would soon change.

Professor Cross was certain of it.

“Now, let’s cut to the chase and see some results. How was this past week for you?”

But a strange answer came back.

“It was so-so, pretty good.”

More precisely, it was an unexpected answer.

‘Is this guy putting on airs?’

Professor Cross chuckled inwardly.

Now that he looked at it, there was a cute side to him too.

Mages are the type who won’t admit their mistakes even if they’re about to die.

He thought this fellow was also an inevitable mage.

“Good. Since you say it was so-so and pretty good, let’s see it.”

He thought this way until Dane raised his hand and began drawing up his mana.

Whooom.

A single stream of mana slowly appearing in the void.

“You called it the materialization of mana, Professor.”

“That’s right. But what you just did isn’t ‘materialized’ mana, but merely rearranging a single stream of mana.”

“Yes. So I pondered for days and nights. Whether it’s really possible to materialize something just by arranging mana in the void.”

Of course it’s impossible.

And the assignment was to find a new method other than that impossible way.

“Continue.”

“So I came up with several hypotheses, but every single one led to the conclusion that they weren’t much different from existing magic.”

“And then?”

Was he buying time?

Just when it was getting boring—

“Then I came across a book that compiled records of your ‘lifetime’ achievements, Professor.”

“Oh.”

There are tremendously many of those.

So many that even he gave up reading them.

“Did that help you?”

“Yes. It definitely helped. There were quite detailed records of explanations you gave to mages who claimed to be your disciples in the past.”

There were such occasions.

Being so famous, every single move and even the scenes of teaching other mages became subjects of record.

Of course, there wasn’t a single fellow among those he taught who caught his fancy.

But even so, nothing would change.

If it were a realm possible through explanation alone, why would he go through such trouble to teach it?

There would be no need to add the trouble of finding disciples—

‘Naturally, there would have been no reason for me to become a lich either.’

But…

Why does this feeling seem strange?

Whooom!

“So after hearing those words and trying several times…”

For a moment, Professor Cross doubted his own eyes.

Dane, who had waved his hand to erase the line of mana he had just created, drew a line again.

But it was slightly different.

He connected very small mana spheres created through rearrangement one by one…

He created a ‘line’.

The appearance wasn’t different from just before, but—

Shing!

He could feel the blade energy.

Just like what he himself had created.

‘No way.’

Did he figure it out?

That ‘method’?

“I tried this, and concluded that the hypothesis was correct.”

“…Explain it in detail.”

“Using line drawing and pointillism as examples would be appropriate.”

Dane casually drew a line with mana right next to the ‘line’ he had just created.

The two are identical.

But if you look closely, they’re different.

One line is simply made of a line, but the other is formed by individually rearranged ‘spheres’ lined up in a row to finally form a ‘line’.

“How does simple mana clump together like that to take shape and possess physical force? It was a simple story. You just have to make it happen that way.”

Was that really such a simple story?

Yes, it sounds simple when you say it.

But creating countless minute mana spheres through such delicate mana control…

That’s an impossible realm for ordinary mages.

‘I was planning to tell him this secret soon and teach him the technique…’

So Professor Cross had planned to tell Dane this secret if he seemed to struggle too much, and teach him the technique to let him progress step by step.

But Dane had already accomplished it before then.

Not only figuring out the method, but everything from creating minute spheres through delicate mana control to forming them into a ‘line’.

It’s a method that requires not just technique, but speed and concentration to be possible—

And he had accomplished it.

In just one week.

“So whether you finely grind the created ‘line’ afterward, or make several and connect them to take the shape of an object, that depends on what the caster does next.”

“…Hah.”

Professor Cross was at a loss for words.

A genius.

A genius greater than himself.

Apart from exceptional mana, understanding and executing it is a completely different realm.

‘I underestimated him.’

The one who should be surprised wasn’t Dane.

It was himself.

It happened often.

The mage teachers who taught him in his childhood gave up on instruction within a few days.

And they said something then.

‘They said there was nothing left to teach.’

That’s exactly how it is now.

There’s nothing to teach.

There really seems to be nothing left to teach.

Not only did he figure this out, but he succeeded at it too?

A wave of despair.

Was this the emotion those teachers felt back then?

“But…”

Then Dane suddenly withdrew his mana.

“It’s still not enough.”

His next words surprised Professor Cross.

“Not enough?”

“Yes, I still have many questions.”

Many questions, he says.

Words he never expected to hear.

“I was able to simply connect countless spheres to form a line, but I can still only make straight lines, and it’s difficult to form curves or visualize polyhedrons.”

Dane added.

“So I’d appreciate it if you could teach me, Professor.”

“…”

Dane was speaking with complete sincerity.

His expression remained calm, but the longing contained in his words.

That reignited the fire in Professor Cross’s heart, which had been extinguished by despair.

‘Teach me.’

Even when Dane said he would become his disciple, he had never said such words.

It was always Professor Cross who was anxious.

But now Dane was saying it.

Quite seriously, asking to be taught.

“Of course.”

Professor Cross nodded happily.

“You’ll need to be prepared from now on.”

Now he finally felt like truly teaching.

Until now, he had only the mindset of somehow ‘making him understand’…

But now it’s different.

An excitement he’s never felt before in his life.

‘The greatest mage in history might be born.’

Professor Cross placed his hand on his pounding chest and said.

“Try it once more.”

Dane immediately demonstrated ‘mana materialization’ again.

A single line.

But that line wasn’t simply a line—it was composed of countless mana spheres.

“Hmm, here…”

Professor Cross, having said that much, suddenly felt something strange.

When he brought his hand close, he felt something completely different from what he had created.

It was like…

“The density… differs by this much?”

“What do you mean?”

“Wait and see.”

Professor Cross drew a new line next to the one Dane had created.

Likewise, a line composed of countless mana spheres.

They don’t look different on the surface.

“Try expanding that ‘sensing ability’ you mentioned.”

But if you look closely—

“They’re different.”

“Right. They’re different. And there’s a tremendous difference. To make an analogy… an empty box versus a box that’s completely full?”

Professor Cross’s creation was also a collection of directly rearranged mana spheres, just like Dane’s.

However, it’s different.

This stems from a fundamental difference in innate mana.

Ordinary mana.

Ancient mana.

Because it’s such a stark difference, naturally they’re different.

“…I may have created it, but you’ll be the one to perfect it.”

The quality of materialization is different.

With the same blade, one might be able to divide and create dozens…

He might even reach realms that he himself ‘couldn’t reach’.

‘I haven’t even established the theory yet.’

That’s not the 9-Chain, which is known to be absolutely unreachable for ordinary mages.

It’s the ultimate form of this ‘mana materialization’.

“You might… reach the realm of ‘creation’.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s a realm that even I find hard to explain in words. Well, to put it simply… the feeling of becoming one with mana?”

When becoming a mage, the first thing one usually learns is the meaning of mana.

There, mages learn.

Mana is the highest concept and the source of all things, and this is merely something borrowed.

Therefore, what I’m talking about now is an unprecedented concept… but for some reason, I think this fellow might be able to do it.

“Oh, so does that mean I won?”

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

“When we met in the Eastern Territory before. Back then… we agreed that I would receive transmission of secret magic within a month.”

“…”

Professor Cross flinched.

One month.

Two weeks for theory.

Then another two weeks after that.

Exactly one month.

Dane grinned and added.

“You said to tell you if there was anything I wanted.”

“Did I… say that?”

“You definitely said that.”

Professor Cross realized.

That even as a Lich, one could break out in cold sweat.

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