"A sixth-rank warrior? Then what about my father? What rank of powerhouse is he? Is he fifteenth rank?"
Lei Lin put on an act of childlike naivety that was also flawless — after all, in a child's eyes, their parents were always invincible.
"Fifteenth rank?! Cough cough…" Jacob nearly choked on his own spit.
"My young master! A professional of the fifth rank or above is already enough to earn the attention of the nobility, and a professional of fifteenth rank or above would command widespread respect even among the upper echelons of the kingdom. There are barely a handful across the entire continent…"
"I see!"
Lei Lin stroked his chin. He had last heard this classification during his previous Soul Seed experiment. Now it seemed that after borrowing a medium, the power of his main body's Soul Seed was quite impressive in this world too.
Of course, no matter how impressive, such power was always that of an outsider. Under the radiance of the gods, nothing could hide — it would only face annihilation.
"Then Uncle Jacob, what comes after fifteenth rank? Are there even stronger powerhouses?"
Lei Lin behaved exactly like a child brimming with curiosity.
"After fifteenth rank… ah…" Jacob's eyes grew somewhat distant. "Then there would only be【Legends】! A Legend-ranked powerhouse — the kind that could make even a kingdom steer clear, the strongest force on the entire continent…"
"Legends… hm?" A glint of light flashed through Lei Lin's eyes.
"Enough! Let's begin today's training — long-distance running first!" At this point, Jacob realized he had been led off-topic by Lei Lin, and his face immediately darkened.
"Sure, sure…" Lei Lin set off with a grin, running like a powerful little leopard. His fluid movements caught Jacob's eye.
……
Late at night, in the Baron's study.
"You're saying… that Lei Lin's physical talent is quite excellent, and that he has great potential if he undergoes warrior training?"
Jonas sat behind his desk, hands clasped together, his eyes full of contemplation.
"Yes, my lord! Young Master Lei Lin's energy channels are exceptionally smooth, and coupled with his naturally superior physical constitution, if he persists in warrior training, I am confident that within ten years he could generate battle qi and break through to fifth-rank warrior!"
Jacob stood before Jonas, speaking with a stern expression.
"I understand. You may leave for now!" Jonas waved his hand with a look of weariness.
After Jacob bowed and exited, a bitter smile spread across Jonas's face.
"Exceptional intellectual talent, and astonishing physical constitution! Lei Lin, you truly are a treasure bestowed upon me by the gods!"
Jonas ran his hands through his hair in distress.
Every parent wished for their child to be a genius, but when Lei Lin showed outstanding promise in both areas simultaneously, Jonas found himself tormented — not by pride, but by the dilemma of how best to raise him.
"Of course the academic lessons must continue every day, but as for the warrior training…"
Jonas knew full well Jacob's capabilities. If Lei Lin truly had exceptional talent, it would be wasted under Jacob's tutelage.
Moreover, the warrior class held a rather low status in the world of the gods. Although warriors could become formidable once they reached the higher realms, that did nothing to change the awkward reality of serving as cannon fodder in the early stages. This gave Jonas pause.
"My friend! Whatever is troubling you?"
At that moment, a gentle voice sounded from within the study, making Jonas's eyes light up.
"Ernest! My friend! Welcome!"
Jonas rose to his feet, a warm smile spreading across his face, as he watched a figure slowly emerge from the shadows.
The man had a head of silvery, lustrous long hair, and his eyes gleamed with a wisdom that shone through them. Though his face appeared remarkably young, his bearing carried an air of weathered experience.
He wore a flowing robe reminiscent of scholarly attire, adorned with an unusual golden emblem upon his chest.
Potent magical power swirled around him, conveying an air of extraordinary danger. Clearly, this Ernest was a powerful spellcaster.
A mage — a spellcasting class in the world of the gods, one who wielded formidable casting ability and commanded the power of natural elements through sheer personal might.
More importantly, every mage was also a great scholar, their mastery of knowledge surpassing that of many renowned academics.
Of course, the enormous costs associated with the mage class, along with its lengthy time commitment, had turned it into a "noble profession" — one that ordinary commoners could absolutely never afford in terms of tuition and other experimental expenses.
"We meet again, Jonas!" Ernest smiled and gave Jonas a warm embrace.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there when your child was born. The experiments in exploring the Abyss were simply too involved and time-consuming…" A trace of apology showed on Ernest's face.