Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a trap.

In an instant, Jia Long's psychic power gathered, the void twisted, and a huge interdimensional vortex appeared. Deathmask, who was charging forward, couldn't stop in time and crashed straight into the dimensional space within the vortex...

"Wow, you're a telekinetic user too? And a rare one at that—a spatial telekinetic user?!"

"So you were waiting all along to trick me!"

The dimensional space contains the great power of spacetime. As soon as Deathmask's soul entered, he only had time to let out a few angry roars before he quickly disappeared into the endless dimensional space, and it is unknown where he was teleported.

"If you hadn't tried to trick me, how would I have had the chance to trick you? Deathmask, you should really reflect on your actions while you're in your time-travel exile..."

Jia Long shook his head, withdrew his mental energy from his palm, and shut down the interdimensional vortex.

After doing all this, Jia Long turned around with a relaxed expression, casually dusted off his clothes which were spotless, and walked back to his seat as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, the expressions on the faces of the young fighters watching the battle were quite interesting.

"I was wrong, he's actually a spatial telekinetic!"

Mu was annoyed by his misjudgment, but his gaze toward Jia Long was filled with regret: "Such powerful and unparalleled psychic energy, it's a pity it's not used to repair the Saint Cloth!"

Aldebaran on one side strongly agreed with Mu's point of view: "It can also be used for stir-frying!"

With this guy's terrifying telekinetic power, he could probably control dozens of kitchen knives at the same time. I'm so envious!

"So strong!"

Looking at Jalong's figure, Aiolia felt a little eager to try.

"Isn't he handsome?"

Aphrodite beside him scoffed dismissively, "Mom said that a boy's strength is only temporary, but being handsome is for a lifetime!"

Camus, on the other side, looked on with admiration: "This must be what they call extraordinary talent, right? I'd really like to personally guide his training sometime..."

"Forget it, Camus, with your skill level, you want to teach him? Are you looking for trouble? But speaking of which, I quite enjoy being a teacher..."

Milo, having somehow abandoned Misty, stood beside Camus and said with longing:

"It's a pity I've never left the Holy Land since I was a child. I heard that girls' schools outside are short of health teachers. I really want to go and play the role!"

Chapter 5 Simulation! The Mirror of Spacetime

The younger members of the Golden Clan were filled with emotion, while the three strongest members remained calm.

Saga remained calm because he knew Jalong too well; winning this battle was perfectly normal, and losing would have been truly shocking.

Aiolos remained calm because he preferred intense battles; the back-and-forth psychic battles were simply not to his liking.

As for Shaka's calm demeanor, it's because...

He's asleep!

With his eyes tightly closed, he was emitting even "Hum~Hum~" sounds through his nose. If you didn't look closely, you might think he was chanting a mantra or contemplating the mysteries of the universe.

There was another "passerby," a boy with green, spiky hair, who also had little presence because he was huddled in a corner, deeply doubting his existence.

"We're both twins, so why is Galon so strong while I, Xue Du, am so weak?"

"These guys in the first tier are all freaks. The only one I could beat was Mesti. Now that Mesti is finished, am I going to be the next punching bag?"

"Brother, I want to go back to the second echelon, Princess Hilda. I miss the eternal tundra of our homeland!"

……

Jialong approached Yarubio.

"Teacher Albio, did I pass?"

"Hmm, not bad. Galon, although you lack courage, you haven't wasted your talent. Very good. From today onwards, you are a member of the first tier."

After Albio finished speaking, he waved to the other young fighters and said:

"Alright, everyone stop watching and gather together!"

Soon, the first team was assembled, and the 12 young fighters stood in a neat row.

Jalong and Saga also joined the ranks, replacing Deathmask and Mesti respectively.

Seeing the young warriors standing respectfully, Albiot nodded in satisfaction, then put on a serious expression and began his lecture as a mentor.

"From today onwards, Saga and Kanon are members of the first tier. Until the challengers in the second tier appear, they will train alongside you as fighters, striving together to become true Saints!"

"Since they are new to the Sanctuary, they do not yet understand the rules of the Sanctuary, especially the rules that His Holiness the Pope has summarized over the past 200 years, such as the Eight Commandments of Saint Seiya, the Ten Prohibitions, the One Hundred Codes of Conduct, and so on."

"Therefore, as His Holiness the Pope requested, I will take this opportunity of the new members joining us today to reiterate the rules of the Sanctuary and explain them to you one by one."

First, there's the Eight Precepts..."

An hour passed.

Albio was still talking non-stop.

Jia Long, however, was already drowsy from listening. He took advantage of Albio's inattention to secretly observe the other young fighters and found that everyone's condition was almost the same as his.

The only one who listened with great interest was Aiolos, the future Sagittarius, the heir to the Pope, a man who would rather be beaten to death than break the rules by wearing the Saint Cloth.

He truly is a walking dogma!

Jia Long didn't consider himself a dogmatic person, so unsurprisingly, he started to daydream.

With his eyes closed, his consciousness entered his brain.

Within Jia Long's mind was a small dimensional space. At the center of this space, a mirror with an ancient shape and covered in cracks floated, emitting a faint glow.

In his previous life, Jia Long transmigrated while looking in a mirror. At that time, he was preparing to attend a job interview when his soul was inexplicably sucked into the mirror.

After a long journey through time and space, Jia Long's soul eventually transmigrated into the body of a young Jia Long.

The mirror came along too.

Although he had a different look and many more cracks, Jia Long was certain that this was the culprit that caused him to time travel!

Over the past year, Jia Long has studied this mirror extensively.

Through research, Jia Long discovered that this mirror has only one function: anything that enters the interdimensional vortex he has created will be reflected in the mirror, forming a unique and real spacetime mirror image.

For example, Saga and Deathmask!

Jia Long can summon them from the mirror to fight, to fight continuously!

Winning a battle allows them to gain an understanding of power.

Even if you lose, you can constantly hone your skills and avoid making the same mistakes again. Moreover, being killed can also give you a profound realization about life and death!

This is why Jia Long has been avoiding the trial of courage. He doesn't need to court death in reality; he can do it in his mind all the time.

They even jumped high like a child drinking milk.

Jia Long walked up to the mirror.

At this moment, the surface of this Mirror of Time and Space is a chaotic and boundless river of time and space, without any reflection of Saga or Deathmask.

It requires Jia Long's spirit to communicate with him.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the most handsome man in the world?"

Sure enough, as soon as Jia Long's thoughts entered the mirror, the mirror surface immediately shone with light, and then the images of Saga and Deathmask appeared in the mirror.

In fact, it doesn't matter how Jia Long communicates; this Mirror of Time and Space has only one function: no matter what he says, what appears will be the image stored within it.

Even if he shouts, "Give me a beautiful woman!", the mirror will still show Saga and Deathmask.

"You're the one, Deathmask!"

With a casual gesture, Jia Long caused the mirror to suddenly gleam, and a boy with an afro appeared from it.

This boy looks exactly like Deathmask.

The only difference is that he has no expression and seems to only have the instinct to fight. After all, he is just a pirated time-space mirror, not the real Deathmask.

"Soul-binding thought wave!"

Without any preamble, Deathmask launched into battle. Jia Long dodged the departed soul of his opponent and seized the opportunity to close in, unleashing a brutal beating on Deathmask's physical body.

The gap in strength between the two sides is too great.

Jia Long quickly dealt with Deathmask.

As Deathmask's form disintegrated, a fragment of light flew into Jalong's mind.

It was Deathmask's insights into combat techniques.

"I see... Soul-binding thought wave, this kind of soul attack, can only be mastered by people who are born with the ability to separate their soul from their body. Compared with combat techniques that use accumulated corpse energy to directly extract the enemy's soul, the difference is almost like heaven and earth."

"Moreover, this fighting technique is too risky. It's a gamble, a life-or-death struggle. Once the physical body is targeted, one becomes a wandering ghost, with no other path but to report to Hirasaka..."

After reflecting on it, Jia Long felt his horizons had broadened and he had gained a lot of combat experience.

"Scan again!"

"Come out, Deathmask, let me see what else you have in stock!"

Jia Long spent a full hour scrolling through Deathmask's screen until the Mirror of Time dimmed, at which point he left the dimensional space of his mind and returned to reality.

Only a moment had passed outside. When Jia Long opened his eyes, no one else noticed anything unusual.

Teacher Albiot was still talking non-stop.

"We just discussed the issue of moral transgression mentioned in the Sixth Commandment. Let me elaborate on this issue."

As everyone knows, our Sanctuary is the guardian of the earth, and the biggest difference between our Saints and other warriors is that we have extremely high standards for morality.

The so-called Saint Seiya is someone who possesses both virtue and talent, with virtue taking precedence...

Jia Long changed his mood and continued listening, still able to tolerate Albio's long-winded speech, but some people couldn't take it anymore and raised their arms high.

"teacher!"

"Who?"

Albiot's gaze swept across the crowd like a knife, interrupting his excitement. He discovered that it was Shura who had raised his hand, the usually taciturn Shura.

This surprised Alubio.

At this moment, Shura spoke timidly:

“Teacher Albio, haven’t we forgotten something…”