Free Web NovelChapter 747: Chapter 382: There’s No Need to Compete with Me
The only regret is that he knows it’s impossible for Gauss to stay on as a full professor.
Such a young prodigy, it’s already a blessing for the students that he can spare time to come once a month.
By the end of the class, almost all the students admire this young professor.
Even the few proudest level 3 caster students in the crowd are no exception.
They may have high standards, but they aren’t lacking in intellect, and often such people recognize those with real skill even more.
A caster like Gauss not only excels himself but is also exceptional in teaching others; getting along well with him is greatly beneficial for career development.
Unfortunately, the guidance time is just too short.
There are too many students, and the individualized instruction time each gets is very limited.
After giving personalized teaching to each one, Gauss casually answered some questions about improving Magic Missile.
Before they knew it, it was almost time for the class to end.
Seeing Evelyn, the assistant, step forward to host the class, the students knew the teaching was coming to an end.
Each wore an expression of lingering interest on their faces.
Gauss’s explanations were so insightful, often pinpointing their shortcomings in casting.
Yet, when they looked at Gauss’s face, their expressions couldn’t help but turn into a trance.
He’s really so young, young to the point of inducing self-abasement.
Why, despite being the same age, is his Magic level so far ahead of theirs? It’s not a slight difference, but a complete, utter gap leaving them far behind.
"The time is almost up."
"Let’s answer a few more questions; any question is fine."
"It doesn’t have to be about Magic Missile."
Seeing the students suddenly quiet down, Gauss prepared to answer a few more questions to conclude.
Among the students, there was a moment of silent exchange, and then a hand rose from the back.
"Professor Gauss."
"I want to ask, how can one possess as remarkable a talent as yours?"
The student who asked had eyes shimmering with confusion; before this, they all thought of themselves as the top of their peers, but this class let them truly experience the vast gap in talent between themselves and a real genius.
The talent they were proud of seemed insignificant before Gauss.
The questioner wore three stars on their chest, the most outstanding among the group of students.
This made him all the more confused.
Gauss locked eyes with him, pausing for a moment before slowly beginning to speak.
"Impossible."
"Your Magic talent can never be the same as mine."
He didn’t offer any encouraging platitudes.
The gap in Magic talent is innate.
And this talent gap is almost omnipresent.
Upon hearing Gauss’s somewhat harsh response, the originally quiet crowd fell completely silent.
Even though many realized what Gauss said was true.
He wasn’t insulting them, nor was he mocking them; he was merely stating a fact.
"But your initial reason for becoming a caster, I guess, wasn’t to compare yourself with me?"
He realized perhaps his guidance was just too on point, effective enough to dent some students’ confidence.
"Actually, you don’t need to compete with me."
"Even if your talent isn’t as great as mine, you can still ascend to be masters, extraordinary, and even stronger on your caster path."
"This is already enough, isn’t it?"
Gauss smiled faintly.
Comparing themselves to him itself was fundamentally unfair to this group of people.
Then again, what fairness exists in this world?
Those with impairments long for wholeness; but to ordinary eyes, they hope for physical strength; yet to those bottom adventurers striving tirelessly without breakthroughs in their profession, those who can advance are heaven’s chosen ones...
What this group has now is already a future many others yearn but cannot reach.
"Class is over, everyone."
