'I thought runic magic would be one of the requirements,' Christian thought. 'And Hymn Magic is not as important as I thought.' He always believed Hymn Magic was crucial, but based on this book, the true value of this magic lies in the magical theories that are primarily applicable during the apprentice and Novice stages.

After becoming an Official Wizard, Hymn magic is no longer a core requirement, but a field that people must actively choose to study. 'Considering that perfect pitch might be a requirement to have great achievement in Hymn Magic, it makes sense why it's not more popular.'

Christian turned the page, and the next section was a guide on how to rise through the ranks in what the book called magical professions, such as enchanter, potions, alchemist, or healer. The library has certificates for these professions, and they are classified into four levels: Low, Middle, High, and Grand.

The certificates for these professions are linked to the wizard certificates. For example, only someone who has met some of the requirements for a Master Wizard can take the Certificate Exam to become a High Enchanter, and it's the same for a Grand Alchemist and a Grand Wizard.

These titles are of similar levels, but the book suggests that the professions have greater wealth and social influence, while the other ones have greater individual and political strength.

'It's quite interesting,' Christian thought. He realized he had mastered most of the skills for the Low Enchanter Certificate and a few skills for a Middle Enchanter. 'While this system has its flaws, it would be a great thing to be implemented back home.'

This Certificate System can greatly encourage wizards to develop their magical or professional skills. However, it's also a way for the library and the Ptolemy Kingdom to keep tabs on the wizard's strength and power. Additionally, Christian felt that Master Wizards and Grand Sorcerers have too much power.

He was surprised the kingdom gave these people the power to summon lower-class wizards if they had the right reason. Christian could foresee how these wizards would abuse this right. How much nonsense they will try to pass as the "right reason."

'Well, it's none of my business,' Christian thought as he closed the book.

'A good read, isn't it?" Kallista asked after seeing that he had finished.

"Indeed. Unfortunately, the tips and advice are only useful until the Elite Certificate. Beyond that, it's not much help."

"Sadly," Kallista said, her voice slightly dejected.

"No need to feel sad. You can still use it for many years."

"I was hoping it would guide me all the way to become a Grand Sorcerer."

"That's not realistic, is it?" Christian said. Even thinking this book would help someone become an Elite Wizard was a stretch. The book served as a guide, not a guarantee of success.

"I know that, but I was just…hoping I could do it alone," Kallista said.

"You mean become a Grand Sorcerer? That's even more unrealistic."

"But what choice do I have? Do you know that the library only has 3 Masters from foreign races: two of them are Goblins, and one is a Vampire. Unfortunately, besides Master Kogan, none of them has ever mentored a Novice."

Christian groaned softly. He forgot the discrimination that exists in wizard society, and even this place cannot escape it. The path ahead for someone like Kallista will be a hundred times more challenging. "How about I give you my notes and experience on how to find your soul layer? It should help you achieve your goal."

Kallista looked at him in shock: "You've already found your soul?"

"I'm pretty talented in Occlumency."

Kallista stared at him for a while before smiling wryly. "I've already accepted so much help from you, so why not?"

"Alright, let's get some lunch first. I'm starving."

"That's not a bad idea, but you should really start registering for classes," Kallista reminded him.

"I'll check them out tomorrow."

Christian, Kallista, and Xin'er had lunch in the cafeteria, but it was kind of awkward because Amenirdis stared at them the entire time. After the meal, Christian did not return to the first area, but headed for the third level to find something. Unfortunately, he failed despite searching for more than ten minutes.

'Let's ask the librarian,' Christian thought.

"What are you looking for?"

"By Merlin's beard, you scared me," Christian jumped backward.

"Merlin's beard? I figured he would be popular in your reality, but I didn't expect it to this extent," Mimir said.

"You know you could have given me a heart attack," Christian complained, but the cat merely rolled her eyes at these words. What healthy 12-year-old child has a heart attack?

"You didn't answer my question. What are you looking for?"

"Oh, I figured since I've already found my soul, I might get an early start in Soul Shaping," Christian answered.

Mimir stared at him. "Even with your talent for soul magic, it's an anomaly that you've found your soul layer so soon."

"I had some help," Christian explained. It would have been impossible for him to succeed so soon had he not wiped Rodulphus's mind so clean and observed the entire process.

"Is that so?" Mimir muttered. "Give me a moment." She teleported and reappeared a few minutes later with a thick book floating in front of her. "Here."

Christian read the title: [A Guide to Soul Shape] by Vincent Giordano.

"Normally, I would not recommend attempting Soul Shaping at such a young age and without someone's guidance, but I think you will be alright," Mimir said.

"Thanks," Christian muttered, but it was apparent he had something in mind.

"Is there a problem?"

"The curator's last name is Giordano?"

"Yes, and?" Mimir asked.

"That's an Italian name."

"Once again, and?"

"Now that I know about Gaia and all that stuff, our conversation about how all languages of my world are derived from the Arcaneum Language raises many questions," Christian said while looking at her.

Mimir briefly paused: "It's as you guess. Arcaneum Language was brought to this world from Gaia. All the languages spoken in your reality — as well as the other six — have evolved from it and can be considered dialects of existing Gaian Languages."

Christian groaned. "In other words, cultural invasion." The best way for any empire to control its colony is by erasing native culture and spreading its own. The Gaians did precisely that for Earth.

"I think I may have just lost some of my love for language," Christian sighed deeply.

"Don't think of it like that. I'm sure there are plenty of languages created from your reality that did not exist in Gaia."

"But these languages would have been taken to Gaia and studied for their magical efficacy."

Mimir had no words.

"Let's not think about this. When exactly, in our history, did we become Gaia's property?" Christian asked.

"What is your reality's oldest civilization?" Mimir asked.

"Mesopotamia."

"That's when."

Christian's lips twitched. Mesopotamia existed around 10,000 BCE, meaning the Gaians had been occupying Earth for a long time, but the truth remained unknown. Well, probably only the Veilbreakers and a few shady organizations are aware of this truth.

"That's depressing," Christian sighed before walking to a nearby bench to read. However, he was too distracted to focus. So, he looked at Mimir, who was casually hanging on his desk. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, but I can't promise answers."

Christian was fine with that. "How powerful is Vincent?"

"That's an interesting question. To put it in a simple term for you to understand, he can probably take on your entire reality alone and win."

"Bollocks," Christian said in English.

"It's the truth," Mimir shrugged. "If I remember correctly, the most powerful weapon in your reality should be nuclear weapons. However, it would take at least a dozen of them to break his highest defense, and that's only because he never developed a Defensive Spell for nuclear weapons."

"Assuming you're telling the truth, there are countries with hundreds of nuclear warheads, with some having thousands," Christian argued.

"You're assuming they could hit him in the first place. Even a regular wizard can escape those things with Apparition."

"What about snipers? You tell me he can evade such fast bullets?"

"What a terrible argument," Mimir sneered. "Any regular defensive enchanted item would naturally protect him from unexpected attacks, but even without that, a wizard will acquire a [Danger Sense] after achieving 40% Synchronization."

"Is that so? But it's still hard to believe one man could conquer an entire planet," Christian added. Wizards in his period might look down on the Muggles' military, but he never did. He understood the level of destruction they were capable of.

"You have to understand that by the time a wizard is skilled enough to be called a Grand Sorcerer, they have started the process of shedding their humanity," Mimir explained. "A Grand Sorcerer is more divine than human. And when you reach Vincent's level, you are essentially a God."

"Really?"

"Yes. In your scenario, it wouldn't even matter if all the countries in the world released all their weapons on him. The only thing such an attack would accomplish is destroying his body. Muggle Technology of that level cannot affect the soul, and Vincent can only die if his soul is destroyed. Otherwise, he would just possess someone else or build another body.

"In fact, the situation would never reach such a point. Vincent would only need to drop a few Tier 1 Forbidden Spells on strategic cities worldwide, and those governments would have no choice but to surrender."

"Why does that last sentence sound like war crimes?" Christian asked.

"Isn't this entire hypothetical a simulation of war crimes?" Mimir asked, making Christian speechless.

"You got me there," Christian shrugged. "So, what's a Tier 1 Forbidden Spell?"

"It's in the name, isn't it? A spell that is forbidden."

"No need to get snarky. You could have just said you didn't want to answer," Christian rolled his eyes.

"What would be the fun in that?" Mimir responded with a smirk.

Christian chuckled to himself. "I can't believe I've been played by a cat — twice."

"You dare call me a mere cat?" Mimir looked at him with disdain. She was a Legendary Creature, the Moon Cat, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself.

"My apologies, your majesty," Christian said while doing an exaggerated bow.

"That's more like it," Mimir nodded in appreciation while licking her paw.

"Now that Your Majesty is in a good mood, can I ask you for a favor?" Christian smiled.

"How sneaky of you?" Mimir chuckled. "But I will allow it."