"I'm worried about Kallista and the Pytherias Clan," Christian said.

"You don't need to," Mimir immediately answered.

"Why not?"

"One of Vincent's goals for staying here is to recruit talent, and she has met the minimum requirements. As long as she meets the others, he can send her to Reality 4 to study. Before then, she's under his direct protection."

"That's reassuring," Christian sighed in relief. "Can I tell her?"

"You can tell her she's protected and under review, but don't mention anything about going to another world," Mimir explained.

"I see, and what does Vincent require of her?" Christian asked.

"She must meet all the requirements for an Elite Wizard before the age of 18."

"That means she only has 4 years," Christian muttered.

"With her talent, 4 years is more than enough, as long as she works hard enough," Mimir calmly stated.

"There won't be an issue because she's a Veela, right?"

"Reality 4 is pretty accepting. In fact, she would probably be alright in all of them except numbers 2 and 5. The one good thing from all the Gaians' War is that they needed everybody to survive, creating a decent culture of accepting differences."

Christian did not believe these words, but he decided to keep his mouth shut on the matter. "What's the situation with Reality 2 and 5?"

"No need to be concerned about it, just don't go there."

"Me?"

"Yes, even you."

"Now I'm even more intrigued."

"2 don't treat wizards kindly, and 5 hate every other race. It's really unpleasant dealing with these people," Mimir said, showing a look of disgust.

"I'll keep that in mind," Christian nodded. The two chatted for a few minutes before Mimir had to leave. She likes to walk around the library to meet interesting individuals, but she also has her own duty. Christian put the book away before looking for Kallista to mention the good news.

"4 years, huh?" Kallista muttered with shining eyes. "I can do it." She finally saw a glimmer of hope for achieving her goal, so the least she could do was work hard.

"I know you can," Christian smiled. He understood that some people only require an opportunity to thrive, and Kallista was one of those individuals.

"Enough chit chat," Kallista said before burying her head into her book. Christian smiled as he also continued with his memorization.

Once he returned to his dorm that night, he entered his bag to read the soul-shaping book. Christian spent hours ensuring he understood every word, even if he had to read it multiple times. Of course, he also took copious notes.

'I wish I had assistance, but here we go,' Christian thought. The book included potions, magical meals, and even incense burners to aid the process of soul shaping, but Christian had no access to any of these things.

He closed his eyes and accessed his soul layer. 'Hmm? The golden motes of light seemed to have increased from last time.' Christian checked his memory, and he was correct. 'The book didn't mention these lights. Well, forget it.'

Christian observed his round soul. The book explicitly stated that soul shaping can only be trained when a wizard's soul is at least 1.3 times that of an adult wizard. Christian used the measurements indicated in the book to check.

"2.1 times that of an adult wizard," he muttered. In other words, he not only exceeded the limit, but he also already met the minimum requirement to be a Grand Sorcerer. "I guess I should thank Jim.' Christian refused to thank the Planeswalker Program, which was probably the true culprit.

"Alright, let's start." The book divided soul shaping into different steps, the first of which was the [Unification of Soul and Spirit]. Christian was correct in deducing that the spirit is the physical manifestation of the mind; its purpose is to make navigating the mind easier and more intuitive. However, this approach has also severely restricted the connection between the soul and the mind.

Christian's spirit sat cross-legged in front of his soul and closed its eyes to try to feel the link between the two. The process immediately proved to be simple for Christian, as he was accustomed to finding a link or connection with items whenever he bewitched them. Then, he followed the book's instructions and allowed his spirit to collapse and fuse with his soul.

'What a strange feeling,' Christian thought. He now found himself in this strange darkness; he could not see, but he could sense things around him, and everything was vague.

'The book warned about the darkness of the soul. Now I understand why?' Christian had to control the urge to leave this state because of the darkness. Such a sudden shift in how he perceived the world was challenging to adapt to.

'The next step is simple movements,' Christian thought. He tried to move his soul to the right. Unfortunately, Christian felt his body was as heavy as a mountain. No matter what he tried, he could not move an inch. Furthermore, he became increasingly tired with each effort, and his tired state seemed less able to accept the darkness.

"That's it for today," Christian thought as he once again returned to his spirit form. He looked at his soul and muttered, "This is going to take a while." Soul shaping was a process that usually took dozens, if not hundreds, of years. Most wizards cannot resist the darkness, or do not persist long enough to achieve success.

'I hope my world has the ingredients for the Morphsoul Potion, or the other aids,' Christian muttered. These assistants will not only reduce the effect of darkness but also alleviate the burden on his mind, allowing him to train for a significantly longer period.

Christian returned to his room and rushed into his bed. He was supposed to write his notes for Kallista, but he was too tired — so tired that he only meditated for 20 minutes before falling asleep. He had learned his lesson. From now on, meditate first before soul training.

The next day, under Kallista's reminder, Christian went to check the classes available, and the only one that caught his attention was Arithmancy. The Enchanting Class was too basic, and he learned he needed to pay blessed stones for all profession-based classes.

Christian registered and took a test to check his level. His result placed him in Intermediary Arithmancy, and he received the class's schedule, books, and syllabus.

He was slightly shocked to discover the class taught Advanced Calculus, Probability, and Statistics — mathematical concepts that should not have existed in that period. Christian knew he could not stay here for long, so he took the class seriously. Luckily, the teacher — a middle-aged magic scholar with bright eyes — was kind and encouraging; he never minded all of Christian's questions.

Christian's routine returned to its course, and he thought it would stay that way for a while. However, two days after registering for class, Lucretia showed up with news about the Kaos Clan's destruction, and more importantly, a gift from her father.

"Are those —"

"The secondary materials for the Heracles Potion? I know you were interested, so I saved you the trouble," Lucretia nodded.

"Thank you," Christian smiled. He knew that even some of these secondary materials were precious, and he was prepared to spend time acquiring them once he had finished his memorization.

"I told you my father was kind."

Christian just smiled at these words. He could guess Lucretia was the primary reason for this gift. The team had dinner afterward, and from that day on, Lucretia would often join them. Lucretia had a private tutor, meaning she did not control her schedule, but she would take time to eat with them.

And when she found out Christian was teaching Kallista's meditation and Occlumency, she insisted on partaking. Fortunately, her father forbade her from going to a man's dorm every morning. Ultimately, Christian ended up agreeing to teach her and Xin'er Occlumency in a rented private room in the library.

Christian thought his life would now be peaceful, except for perhaps Amenirdis' antagonism, but an unexpected visitor proved him wrong.