Disciple Cultivation System:All my students are legendary.

Cassie could say she had lived an eventful life within her long lifespans. From the best of Heroes whom ones clashed with frightening Demonlords, to the advancement of civilization to the technological marvel it now was and final to the discovery of the abyssal realm which harboured dangerous entities. There wasn't much in life she hadn't seen.

So to say she was shocked after the conclusion of Art's venting would be an overstimate but nietherless she was surprise.

Was her assessment actually correct and she hadn't made the wrong call under the influence of liquor or was the goddess of luck finally shining it's radiant light on her after centuries of bad luck.

"I can't believe it."

It wasn't just the fact that she had seen Art parry Villier attack but the fact thay that style of parrying he had used belong to a certain famous family of swordmaster.

All swordsman looked the same in her eyes but occasionally especially when she was a focused she could see subtle different, from the level of strength of a swing, the angle, timing and even form the user had.

Panicked her sense were at their maximum hence she had notice for just a second, Art had achieved a realm of mastery in swordplay that should have been impossible with the background he had.

His timing, the part he has parry and the momentarily use of aura to maximize his strength, that kid in her eyes had done something most swordmaster would take years to understand. Had it it had been a noble brat or someone hauled as a genius in combat she would have understood but Art wasn't any of that, so how?

"That movement skill he used belong to the Snowfield."

Spinning the pen in her hand, she kept her gaze locked the surveillance video, trying to decipher Art's identity.

Trying to to wonder how a simple mistake had escalated this much.

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After another traumatic event Art was confident enough to say he had made it alive somehow. Ofcourse it wasn't of his own merit he managed to pass the venting and it should have been impossible if he didn't have the skill ticket.

As the price of managing to get his first student he was given that ticket by the system to copy one skill set from Trish and back then he hadn't wasted time in copying her sword skills.

Right now what he lacked was a fighting style and unfortunately and fortunately for him, the game was slow paced enough to allow him time to train but also fast enough that he wouldn't be ready when things become chaotic,so he had to take the easy ways way out and copy her techquie.

With that he had become profanity enough in sword place to pass the venting. Since the principal selecting him meant he was qualified that meant he just needed to prove himself and parrying that blow was the condition.

"All this effort...how the heck did Art do it in the games timeline."

Art had been a teacher in the academy by the time the games plot began meaning he must have also gone through the venting but unlike him, Art didn't have any systems he knew of so what had he done to be employed.

At first he felt it didn't make sense but he also decided not to think about it much. It's not like how Art got in would affect him in anyway. As long as the information didn't directly affected him he didn't particularly care.

This world was already an anomaly since he came into it. The one from the game was a mere reference point for him to follow but not mimic.

Leaving the testing building and walking across the enomorours campus ground, Art his demeor causal stared at the blade on his hard, his reflection staring back.

"My first job and it's in another world and an academy teacher at that."

After so many years he had finally joined in siblings in the adult world. Though there were world's apart he just wanted to say one thing.

"My unemployment debuff has been cleanse."

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Villeir would describe himself as a vampire whom strongly advocate for elitism and nobility.

True be told he didn't particularly hate commoners, he just thought nothing of them.

From the being he was born better than most so why should he a superior being, in race and status bow his head and look down at the inferior being below him.

Many condemned him for how flawed his ideology which they said made only sense to him but he didn't agrue because that was the mindset he had carried with him from birth.

"Think nothing of him."

Staring at his palms with a disatified look he muttered.The mistake had parried his attack and he was left baffled by how.

The spell he had used was a mid-grade blood magic type applied tenfold by his enormous mana. It wasn't something a mere three star aura user could block as a matter of fact the sword he had handled to him should have broken along his wrist but that didn't happen.

As a vampire with superior physique far surpressing humans, he could see more than meets the eye and Art was among them.

When he first saw the human, his posture, mannersim and even expression denoted he had never grasp a blade or any weapons of sort. Sure he was an aura user but even among those when they lucky to and awaken one of the two energies only few actually took on mantles as Heroes.

The remianing majority on the other hand either go on living normal lives or cultivate in isolation for their own benefits.

Hence even if he was an aura user that didn't mean he had fightning experience but that all changed after his first attack.

It pained him to say this but he hadn't missed —no his attack had been dodged.

From the moment his attack was dodged something seem to have changed within Art, his body began to emit a pressure comparable to his.

All of a sudden the the young man's seem to have grasp decades of fighting experience and not only effortless dodged his attack but parried one.

The change having been so sudden left him in shock and now he stood in the testing room alone.

"First the country bumkin and now this."

The world seems to be suddenly pushing exception commoners at him as if laughing at all his effort to denounce them.