Chapter 489 Revisiting The Steward of The Black Tower
There were many reasons Andar needed to access this Ancient Library, and he was sure the importance of it would be priceless for his Main Body.
Andar had brought his Spirit to its peak before he entered this place, but judging by the growing strain he was feeling he had less than three minutes before he was ejected.
In less than a second, Andar recalled everything that he had been going through for the past two months, as it was important and would fuel the actions he was about to take next.
Andar studies have been focused on all the classes available, these were all major courses that would need to be studied throughout the life of a Mage, they included;
'Introduction to Alchemy', 'Introduction to Weapons Refinement', 'Introduction to Formations', 'Introduction to Talisman Crafting', 'Introduction to Spiritual Plants', 'Introduction to Puppet Creation', and finally 'Introduction to Inscription.'
These were the foundational courses that would later branch out into deeper fields of studies that encompassed nearly every field of knowledge known to Mages.
For others, they took only one class, choosing to focus on only one specialty and boost it to its peak over the course of their lives, but Andar took the opposite route, he sought to learn everything, for the simple reason that he was capable of doing it, and because it was the only true way he could validate his importance before his Main Body.
Andar Spirit was powerful and he began noticing a feature from the Endless Vault Meditation Art he acquired. It seemed to transform every cell in his body into a seemingly unlimited vault, and every piece of information he acquired was digested with no issues, coupled with his Gray Will talent to help his body perform complex experiments, Andar had no problem focusing on all the topics and excelling.
This act of sheer genius had pushed his fame to the Limits in the Body Farm, and his prestige was second to none, coupled with the fact that Andar had no single arrogant bone in his body meant he had admirers aplenty.
It was known that not just because you have heaven-defying talents meant you would also have the capabilities to make use of them, Andar was proving to all once again that he was the complete package.
Andar estimated that in a year he would be done with all his Introductory classes, which was mind-numbing because most Acolytes took decades to complete a single Introductory Class.
He did not think that this amount of time was too short, for he knew his main body could accomplish this feat in less than an hour if he truly wanted.
Andar had won his way into the Ancient Library because he had performed an unreasonable feat, he took first place in all the tests for the seven Introductory Classes.
This spectacular event happened three days ago, the Introductory tests for all disciplines were performed simultaneously, not even the presence of Andar, someone who studied every course, would change this rule.
So Andar carefully planned how to utilize the 27 hours allotted for these tests and finish all of them.
It did not take him long to realize that he could not jump from one test to another, for some of the experiments needed to be performed in some of the tests would take at least eleven hours to complete.
The only way he would be able to complete all the tests would be to do them all simultaneously. Before he could even go about finding the methods he could use to make such a thing possible, Andar needed to obtain permission.
Because of his title and talent, he had free reign to visit the Steward of The Black Tower, but he never used that opportunity before, and now he decided to take it. The conversation he had that fateful day passed through his mind.
To reach the office of the Steward, you needed permission from many departments, but Andar did not need to go through all those troubles, he had made his way to the very bottom of the enormous pyramid, towards a small valley nestled by the side of a waterfall that had no point of origin, the water was just spewing from midair.
In the midst of this valley was a small cottage and Andar walked up to the door and knocked.
"Come in Andar," A deep voice emerged from the cottage, "Watch your footing, the floors are slippery."
Andar pushed open the doors and entered another world.
With his studies in the Black Tower, Andar had begun to understand that the Steward he saw previously was not his real form, else no matter how talented he was, his body would explode as his Spirit was corrupted into madness.
Andar entering the cottage hurriedly knelt, this was an unconscious action, his body did it without him being able to control himself. In his Perception, he saw two great mountains that penetrated the heavens and extended far beyond what his tiny mortal mind could comprehend.
One of the mountains was pink and the other was brown. The wave of power blasting from their bodies began pushing Andar backward and he gritted his teeth until blood stained his gums, and he clawed the ground until his fingers began to bleed.
If he could not hold he would be pushed out of the cottage by the pressure alone, this was the price to pay for speaking with an Archmage directly, no matter how high his talent was, there was an undeniable gap between a mortal and an Archmage.
Like a mortal trying to have a handshake with the sun, even if the sun was willing to shake his hand, the mortal had to bear the brunt of the full temperature of the sun on their mortal bodies.
Yet, Andar was not just any mortal.
Every cell in his body seemed to be vibrating as the mysterious swallowing force was activated to the limits, and with every pore in his body bleeding, his bones cracking as if he was bearing the weight of an entire mountain, Andar stood up.
From the edge of his perception, he heard a surprised gasp, and he felt a wave of pleasing emotion from the brown mountain, even still the pressure did not abate, for it was the price of his audience.