The Primordial Record-Novel

Chapter 357 The Ambition Of Youth

Silas nodded at each of the points he made, "That's true, ultimately I am here to propose a better offer, you would indeed find training manuals in the Trial Zone but over the long years we have gathered copies of most of the Manuals that could be found inside the Trial Zone and for the benefit of increased Aether in the Trial Zone is frankly useless to someone like you."

Andar nodded, his body talent did not only draw on the Aether in the surroundings, it also generated Aether autonomously, although it was very slow but it made Andar someone that potentially would never run out of Aether even where none was to be found.

Because his Main body could accomplish this feat, Andar did not find it to be that impressive, but this was a heaven-defying talent that any Mage would willingly sacrifice their mother to have.

With the new upgrades to his physique, he could now contain a vast amount of Aether that he could neither use for training nor his spells unless he selected a specific Training Manual for him to use to unearth the mysteries behind his Spirit Matrix.

Without the Training Manual, he would just be sitting on a mountain of resources without any method to use it, and he would never become an Acolyte.

Silas continued, "My offer is this, my Master is an Archmage, and over the years he has gathered hundreds of Training Manuals, not just from the Trial Zone of the Black Tower but from Grand Towers all over the universe, he has some of the best Training Manuals you can ever hope to find, and as an Archmage you would find nobody better to direct you on your path."

He licked his lips, his eyes shining, "Perhaps you might not understand what being an Archmage is. Every Archmage is a world-shaking genius, with at least a White Ranked Talent or even a Spirit Body. They are immortal and invincible, and over the long year, they have gathered an impressive amount of experience and powerful items. Each of them is a fount of knowledge and to be acknowledged as a disciple of an Archmage is the only hope for you to reach that level, no matter how talented you are."

"I want you to come under the tutelage of my Master Andar and become my fellow disciple. I am sure with your talent my master would forgive me for going behind his back to accept a disciple on his behalf. This is an opportunity I'm giving you that you would never get anywhere else, as a mortal. So what do you say?"

Andar considered his words carefully, the warning from his Master and the lie he told about the communication breakdown made him understand that he had to speak with a degree of both the wiseness of a man and the foolishness of youth.

Silas should not be apprehensive about him giving his youth, and so he needed to play his cards right.

There was a signal-jamming device inside his Masters Lab, and he had noticed the lights were on. So he understands that this communication gap was a situation manufactured by his master.

His Master had warned him not to reveal details about his Spirit Matrix to anyone, and Andar suspected that if he agreed to become the disciple of this Archmage, he would have to follow certain orders, like sharing the details of his Spirit Matrix with his fellow disciples in the guise of them trying to teach or direct him, and there would be no way to refuse.

He also refused to believe that with his talent he would not be able to find other Archmages as teachers, and he knew that as Mages had different ranks, there were also different ranks to an Archmage, and their specialties and strengths were different.

It would be quite foolish not to carefully select the best Archmage for his advancement.

To just pick the first Archmage that found him without selecting the best one for him was to cripple himself. He had the greatest advantage at this time when he was unaffiliated with any powers. Andar had great ambitions and he needed a great pedestal to accomplish it if he wanted to be of any use to his main body.

Yet he needed to be wise in his replies, or else Silas may take offense.

All these thoughts ran through his mind in the blink of an eye and he opened his mouth, "I thank you for the offer Mage Silas, it is a surprise to me that a great Archmage would want me to become their disciple even before meeting me, but this time, I'm determined to go to the Trial Zone, not because I am looking down on your gifts, but because I made a promise to myself."

Andar sighed, his silver eyes appeared downcasted, You may not know this Mage Silas, but before today no one believed I would ever awaken. I was labeled by my peers to be the most talented failure in history, and except for the wisdom and grace of my master, who had tried many methods to awaken me, I would have given up. I suspect that my Awakening was a result of all the efforts he had made on my behalf, is it not said that many streams make a river? The many actions of my master have led to my success today. Year after year, I've had to watch my peers leave me behind to achieve greater things. Every day was a constant reminder of my failure, and the chance to ever embark onto the Trial Zone became slimmer."

He detected the face of Silas was beginning to change but continued as if he did not notice, in a self-righteous manner he spoke, "I made a promise to myself that if I ever awakened, then I would go to the Trial Zone and prove to myself that I was worth it. That it was worth the effort of my master." Andar ended his little speech with a fist in his chest, his face the very picture of a vibrant youth who strived to fight against the world and conquer it.