Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 67: Pruina Mortis [1]

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The class that Wilhelm sat in was much like those in the schools of his hometown; everything down to the structure was the same. The only notable difference was its enormity, capable of holding the equivalent of five regular schools with ease. Yet, even with this size, Wilhelm could easily see the teacher—it was the Figure in White once again. As the Figure in White remained silent and the class hadn't started, Wilhelm's mind drifted to the state of his room. His best deduction was that while he was asleep and directly speaking to Polaris, Niflheim's cold had instinctively emanated from his body. Since he'd been unconscious and unable to control it, the cold had eventually frozen the entire room. "Thankfully, it seems that when the connection to Niflheim was cut off, the cold dissipated," Wilhelm sighed in relief. Strangely enough, he'd noticed that the ice formed from Niflheim's cold was far less durable under heat than regular ice. It melted quite easily, within just ten minutes. Yet calling it "melting" wouldn't be right—the ice quite literally became a gas without reverting to liquid. Wilhelm, upon witnessing this firsthand, was understandably weirded out. " Niflheim's cold can't be this weak, right?" Wilhelm thought, but he shrugged it off, reasoning that as a mortal, it might have further uses in the later stages. Suddenly, the Figure in White began speaking directly into the students' ears. "All right, now that everyone is here, let us begin today's class: Aether!" the Figure in White announced. "First, let me introduce myself to you all. I am Hottanicus Pottanicus, but you can call me Hot Pot! I will serve as your teacher in Aether Techniques for today, after which Miss Grease shall take over." The strange name astounded several of the students, including Wilhelm, who found it unlike any he had heard before. Yet, as Wilhelm lingered on the name, it began to feel oddly familiar. "Now, firstly, you are going to need an explanation on the first two ranks of Aether Cultivation; without it, you'll mess up later in this session," Hot Pot said. "The Element Refining Stage, also known as the True Wizard Stage, requires mastery or an increase in control over Elemental Energy, which is crucial for advancement to the next stage. The True Wizard Stage is separated into five levels, each representing an addition of 20% control over Aether." Hot Pot paused to let his words sink in before continuing. "Now, the main way one can progress through this stage is through the usage of Spell Constructs. Since Spell Constructs only require an approximate level of 20% control to be constructed, it's easy to use five of them to progress through the rank." "Spell Constructs can easily be obtained in the Academy, although to obtain them you'll have to clear dungeons. Now that clears the introduction to the topic. Ask me questions that you want to ask, but think carefully," Hot Pot prompted. Immediately, several hands rose. He observed each raised hand with a stern expression. Wilhelm also watched with curiosity. After a few moments, Hot Pot pointed to one of the raised hands. "Ask!" he commanded. Immediately, a girl stood up, and Wilhelm was surprised to see who it was. "It's her!" Wilhelm thought. It was indeed the girl he had met when he'd first woken up in the white construct. "What are dungeons?" she asked. "Good question. Dungeons are spaces created by Old Tallow and populated with life using the help of Drunkard Broth. Consider them to be worlds of their own, with laws replicating that of the real world. The life there is bred solely for you, so don't be merciful unless you're suicidal. Every single being down there is programmed to kill you on sight, with a few exceptions," Hot Pot explained. "Dungeons are separated into three ranks: Lesser, Greater, and Grand. Until you surpass the stage of True Wizard, you can only enter the Lesser Dungeons." This immediately caused apprehension to well up within everyone. They were still mortals withou