Tyrion indifferently responded. "Fuck off."

A mere genetic soldier wasn't worth anything in his eyes anymore.

Wade's expression stiffened, he couldn't believe the cowardly Tyrion dared to speak to him this way. He even doubted his hearing, and wondered if he had heard wrong.

Soon, it dawned on him and Wade's face flushed red from rage. "You motherfuck-"

"QUIET!"

An indifferent aged voice resounded as an immense pressure descended on everyone in the Archive.

Tyrion's body stiffened as he felt the pressure around him and Wade was even more drastic.

It was as though the pressure of an entire mountain weighing down in them.

Tyrion exerted his core strength, negating the pressure but Wade's body trembled and in just one minute, he was sweating profusely. Meanwhile, Tyrion remained calm and indifferent, standing with his hands in his pocket.

Though the pressure wasn't nearly enough to bind him as he could burst through it with his strength, he didn't dare to out of respect for the Librarian.

"Anyone who makes another commotion will be banned from the Archive."

Instantly, the pressure retracted, melting like snow.

Wade glared at Tyrion, the hatred and killing intent thick in his eyes.

"I will meet you outside." His voice warped, enhanced by 'dust' the sound wave drifted against Tyrion's ears before dispersing after which, Wade turned around to leave.

Tyrion raised an eyebrow in surprise. That was actually a neat trick. He hadn't ever thought of using 'dust' to manipulate sound waves before. Well, except in combat. However, wade taught him something new.

Shaking his head, he ignored what just happened and went to the combat section.

Cyclone Strike: Unleashes a spinning, cyclonic motion with the strike, creating a powerful vortex of force.

Plasma Surge; Harnesses intense heat and energy, transforming the strike into a burst of searing plasma upon impact.

Quake Crush; Generates seismic shockwaves, causing powerful overlapping waves with each powerful fist or kick.

Solar Flare Punch: Imitating the atom of the sun, generating the energy of the blazing sun, resulting in a blinding burst of light and heat upon connecting with the target.

Avalanche Kick; Executes a swift, cascading kick, reminiscent of an avalanche, overwhelming opponents with a series of rapid, overwhelming strikes.

Celestial Palm: Infuses the palm strike with celestial energy, radiating a divine aura upon contact.

Vortex Impact: Combines the force of a powerful strike with a swirling vortex, creating a dynamic impact that disrupts opponents.

Radiation Steel Knuckle: Reinforcing the cells into steel with enedgr to enhance the knuckle's impact, emitting a radiant glow upon striking.

All sort of techniques entered Tyrion's eyes, stunning him. However, after a reading a couple of them for a few minutes, Tyrion chose 3 techniques to buy.

One Physique Tempering technique, one leg art and a single fist art.

...

Tyrion took the books, arriving before the old Librarian.

An hologram was in front of the old man, streaming a video of a Cat Competition.

When Tyrion stopped at the counter and looked on with a strange expression.

The white-haired old man watching a video of a cat competition slowly raised his head in annoyance.

The old man squinted his eyes, his wrinkled eyebrows covering the entity of his eyes.

The old man muttered slightly. "Strange, you've clearly trained in Berserk Explosion art, yet you still live."

Tyrion raised his brows. Wasn't this old man cursing him to die?

"What do you want?"

Tyrion dropped the books on the counter. "I wish to purchase these manuals."

The old man gave one glance at the books and said slowly. "If you truly want to die, I could assist you."

Tyrion blinked his eyes, the old man's expression was neutral, along with his heavy, sagging wrinkles, Tyrion couldn't discern the old man was being serious or was just joking.

"Uhm, I just want to purchase a few techniques."

"Supernova Fist, Ultrasonic Blade kick and Celestial Dragon Elephant art... Costs 25 million points."

As the old man said this, Tyrion opened up his neon watch, typing the amounts, he flicked his fingers at the old man, initiating the transfer.

The old man's holo TV blinked, acknowledge the transfer.

Tyrion grabbed the books and was about to leave when the old man said. "Become my disciple."

Tyrion's almost staggered where he was and immediately, the entire library turned silent as the other students who had been selecting techniques all looked incredulously at in one direction, at Tyrion!

"Eh?"

Tyrion slowly turned towards the old man, stunned by the man's sudden words.

"Become my disciple."

The old man said again, just in case Tyrion didn't hear him clearly.

Tyrion now was stunned. He actually thought he has heard wrongly but the old man repeated it again, slowly this time.

The entire students in the Archive, including second year and the third year held their breath, not daring to make a single noise.

Third year students were wondering in their head just who Tyrion was to get the attention of Old White.

"How's this possible!?"

"What does he possess that I don't have!?"

To be honest, most of them were here to show off their comprehension ability just to gain the favor of the Old Man but for the past century the old man had never once accepted a student as his personal disciple unlike the other Instructors who rush to accept talents.

...

Tyrion frowned slightly. He knew where this was. This was Death Gate Academy. Here, even your family would smile while stabbing you in the back. No one in here is to be trusted.

Especially the fact that he possess lots of secrets such as his regeneration ability, the system and his clones. Lots and lots of secrets in his body, choosing us master would only hinder him instead of helping him.

"I will think about it." Tyrion responded. Of course he didn't dare to reject directly. Everyone knows the unpredictable behavior of Old White.

Who knows if the ugly old man would capture him and force him to be his student. Hence, he said he would think about it.

The old man slowly nodded his head. "Take your time."

Saying this, the old man got back to watching the cat competition on his neon TV.