Dark Eldar

The hero's (or person's) thoughts will fluctuate at the moment they cross the military-grade vortex portal. And this fluctuation is synchronized.

Loki squeezed with his hands, struggling to restore the edge of the military portal to its original state. He knew that a 100% restoration was impossible, but he still wanted to restore it to its original 999%.

He channeled all his blessings, including those of the blood elves, into his arm. He used his inner power carefully! (The power shouldn't be too great, lest the portal frame dent.)

At that moment, Loki thought of someone! His and Edward III's mutual teacher, the greatest elder in the other world, the pioneer of the other world—Elder Isef!

Memories of his time as an apprentice in another world flooded his mind. Loki felt he was almost fully healed, so he pulled his hand back, preparing to leave and enter the swirling ocean.

"Elder Assef, what are you doing here?" Loki asked in surprise.

The interior of the portal is a hazy, semi-chaotic spacetime...

"Evening self-study has started, and you've sneaked out to play again? Have you finished the homework assigned by your foreign teacher, Schopenhauer?" Elder Essef scolded!

He seemed to be in the same old state, unaware of Loki's current achievements.

Loki didn't dare to think too much about it; he was afraid of Elder Master Eisenhower and dared not recall his so-called "achievements."

He hurriedly returned to his seat in the front row and looked through the homework assigned by his foreign teacher, Schopenhauer.

From afar, Loki seemed to see Edward III studying diligently, but he didn't dare ask any questions. At this moment, Loki had gradually and completely integrated into this "world," free from the "distractions" of other worlds.

"Wow, this kind of topic? Isn't it too advanced?" Loki muttered to himself.

"Hurry up and write, there are more than ten pages left." It was Loki's deskmate who spoke. Loki didn't particularly care who he or she was. Everything felt natural. His deskmate's voice, laughter coming from somewhere in the classroom, and whispers created a familiar atmosphere.

The assignment was a thesis defense: "How can one efficiently invest or expand their power using limited gold coins?"

Such topics are usually only accessible to high-level mages, but Loki had no doubts because at that time, their class was considered an absolutely outstanding class, and studying advanced courses was the norm.

Loki felt a bit hot and started sweating.

He checked the time; it was around 5 p.m. There was still time before the actual evening study session. He felt the study room was too noisy and wanted to take his homework outside to do it, as long as he could hand it in that evening. Elder Essef usually tacitly approved of this.

Loki, on a stone platform in the corner of the otherworldly school building, hurriedly scribbled down his thoughts on how to use gold coins efficiently. The difficulty of this assignment lay in its format; it couldn't be described in everyday language, but rather in the format of an academic paper, using official language to summarize the points. It also required academic rigor, insightful analysis, constructive arguments, and high-quality, compelling viewpoints to achieve a high score. Therefore, it was a highly challenging assignment and couldn't be rushed.

After writing about three pages, Loki felt thirsty. He instinctively grabbed the thermos and went to fetch some water.

At this moment, Loki was completely immersed in the "world" of the otherworldly apprentice, forgetting where he came from, what he was supposed to do, and so on.

While getting water, Loki discovered that the purified water in the green, transparent kettle that he had prepared and let cool had been drunk by someone else. He was a little puzzled.

"Loki, I drank it. I'll replenish it for you later."

It turns out she was a beautiful pastor from another class. Loki had a crush on her back then, and now that he sees her again, he still can't suppress his feelings for her.

Later, the beautiful pastor transferred schools, and Loki never saw her again. Later still, Loki couldn't bear to look back. At that time, Loki only had a simple crush and had no foresight about what would happen later...

"Brother Loki, I'd like to ask you about the proposition put forward by Professor Schopenhauer regarding the efficient use of gold coins?"

It turned out to be another girl, the beautiful Princess Salad. A professional paladin. She was a year below her in school. She loved learning and enjoyed tackling challenging topics.

Female paladins are few and far between. In this other world, they are dashing and heroic! They are the epitome of a "strong woman." Princess Sarah is said to be the daughter of a female priestess. That's what was rumored at the time. (Heroes in this other world have their privacy; some are kept secret, some are public, and some are semi-public; optional)

Loki then escorted Princess Sarah home. Along the way, Loki meticulously explained and referenced profound topics such as the risks of investment and the returns on value. Some of these insights were the essence of what Loki only grasped later, after successfully forging the artifacts.

Princess Salad cast an admiring glance at her.

At this time, "Jing Ge," a transfer student and exchange student (a rich second-generation centaur), also arrived. He belonged to a savage race and was in "auditor" status, about to return to his tribe at the end of the year. (High tuition fees for auditing, short-term. No VIP certification.)

After listening to Loki's speech, he expertly emphasized the severity of the risks, and then ran off. Was it simply to show off? Or perhaps it was just like a passing breeze?

After listening to Loki's speech, he expertly emphasized the severity of the risks, and then ran off. Was it simply to show off? Or perhaps it was just like a passing breeze?

Upon arriving at Princess Sarah's house, Loki, fearing a certain stern priest, waved goodbye to her from afar.

It was getting dark, and Loki was running back to the classroom to hand in his homework. Unfortunately, Princess Sarah's house was too far away, and he was about to miss it.

Eisef locked the classroom door and saw Loki covered in sweat.

"Come on, Loki. Walk with me for a while," Elder Asif invited in a friendly manner.

"Um."

Elder Assef walked briskly along the way, asking few questions. Loki, following behind, didn't dare to ask either.

"Many of you will not hand in your homework today," Elder Aiser said.

"Hmm," Loki said.

"Do you know why?" Elder Essef asked.

Loki originally wanted to answer with something like being lazy or cheating.

Elder Joseph gave the answer directly.

"Because, because of your class, a few of them have probably been arrested. They're not coming back. Today..."

Loki listened, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of information, but he didn't quite understand.

Back to Elder Essef's dormitory.

Elder Assef had no family influence. He remained entirely alone, living a life akin to that of an ascetic.

Loki sensed that the teacher's dormitory was a bit messy.

"Alright, Loki. Good boy, go back now." Elder Asif bid farewell to Loki with only the words "go back now."

But Loki felt a sense of warmth, homeliness, and simplicity.

"That's the right path, the path that coexists with desire, and also... it's the path brimming with endless vitality..."