Garen, leading his disciples, came to provoke, and naturally, the people from the Pantheon Guild weren’t going to show him any kindness.
William, rumored to have a close relationship with Garen, was bound to be implicated.
However, what the disciples of the Pantheon Guild couldn’t foresee was that this seemingly weak man was actually incredibly powerful.
“William, what exactly did you do?” The middle-aged man who came with Adrian looked at William with a mix of fear and confusion.
He wasn’t a fool,Adrian’s bizarre behavior must have been William’s doing.
Adrian, after all, was a mid-level Soulmancer. For William to make him act as if he’d lost his senses, he must have used some kind of dark magic!
“Shut up for now!” William was busy and had no time to entertain him. He spoke indifferently, and the man suddenly found himself unable to speak. He pointed at William, then at his own mouth, opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out, his eyes filled with terror.
Did his words just come true instantly?
What kind of secret technique could achieve such an effect?
The middle-aged man who came with Adrian looked uneasy and tried to secretly cast a spell using hand gestures.
“Bang!”
A purple bolt of electricity suddenly struck him on the head, leaving him charred, with white smoke rising from his body, looking utterly disheveled.
Using lightning magic on William!
How audacious!
Even the three high-ranking god-kings of Olympus wouldn’t dare to do such a thing.
William didn’t even glance at him, focused on his writing.
Adrian stood beside him, holding the ink above his head with both hands, not daring to move, looking very much like William’s servant.
Dexter and the other teachers in the office felt a chill down their spines.
Adrian and the middle-aged man who came with him were certainly no weaklings, but the scene unfolding before them was hard to digest.
Who the hell said William got into this school through backdoor connections?
Are backdoor connections ever this powerful?
William, completely focused, wrote fluidly as if his pen were a dragon gliding across the page. Having someone hold the ink for him improved his mood significantly, and his writing sped up.
By the time the school day ended and all the other teachers had left, William was still in the office.
Seraphina, accompanied by Silas, arrived at the office and, seeing William still busy, dared only to wait at the doorway.
After school, Dexter couldn’t hold back any longer and called Principal Samuel: “Principal Samuel, who exactly is Mr. Johnson? Don’t tell me he’s some distant relative of yours.”
Samuel sounded a bit frantic, asking, “You didn’t get into a conflict with him, did you? Damn, are you trying to embarrass me? Were there any casualties?”
Samuel was, of course, taken aback.
He had always suspected that William might be a powerful Mutated creature in disguise, but later realized that although William wasn’t a Mutated creature, he was definitely someone incredibly powerful.
“There were no casualties, but Adrian and Barrett went to the office this afternoon to trouble Mr. Johnson…”
“What did William do?” Samuel became even more agitated. Dexter had already mentioned there were no casualties, so how exactly had William handled the situation?
This would reveal a lot about William’s temperament.
“He didn’t really do much…” Dexter’s tone turned a bit strange, “He had Adrian hold his ink, and then Barrett used lightning magic and ended up zapping himself…”
It sounded so bizarre that if Dexter hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he might have thought he was losing his mind.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone before Samuel finally said, “Just know that even Ares shows utmost respect to Mr. Johnson.”
“Ares? Who’s that?” Dexter was a bit slow to catch on.
“The number one on the human power rankings.”
“Wow…”
At that moment, Dexter really just wanted to swear in astonishment.
The number one on the human power rankings was a legendary figure.
Two years ago, he had slain a god and become world-famous.
Such a person showing utmost respect to William?
That said volumes about William’s identity and strength.
Dexter remembered asking William how long he had been writing…
William had said, “Quite some years.”
That must indeed be a very long time.
“As long as he doesn’t kill anyone, that’s fine,” Samuel simply hoped that William was a benevolent deity.
“But what if he does kill someone?” Dexter didn’t know why he asked this question, but it seemed like a real concern.
Samuel fell silent again, and for a moment, neither of them spoke, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
“What do you think?”
Samuel finally realized that he couldn’t answer the question.
“Heh,” Dexter laughed awkwardly and then hung up the phone.
After all, they definitely couldn’t defeat William. If William really did kill someone, all they could do was stand by and watch.
William continued writing until after 1 a.m., finally finishing the first volume of the “Global Mutated Creature Cookbook.”
“Print ten copies and bind them,” William said, setting his quill aside. The rest of the work was, of course, left to Adrian.
Barrett, who had come with Adrian, just stood there foolishly. William stood up, looked at him, and asked, “What were you trying to say earlier?”
Barrett finally could speak, but at this moment, he realized that the man before him was not someone to be trifled with.
His words became reality in an instant!
This man’s power level must be at least that of a Lesser Deity.
“Mr. Johnson, it was all our fault. We shouldn’t have deliberately provoked you. We hope you can forgive us.”
When it’s time to bow your head, you bow. There was nothing more to say about that. If he wasn’t worried about Adrian’s safety, and also afraid that William wouldn’t let him leave, he would have already gone back to the Pantheon Guild for reinforcements.
“I’m not angry,” William said. “Since there’s no issue, you can leave once he’s finished with his work.”
With that, William walked out of the office.
He wanted to try and fit into the life of ordinary people, but his power didn’t allow it!
After William and the others left, Adrian began to print, organize, and bind the book William had written, working mechanically like a robot.
Barrett, standing by, continuously used various secret techniques trying to snap Adrian out of it, but all his efforts were futile.
It wasn’t until he, in a fit of anger, tore up the books William had written that Adrian finally came to his senses.
“Adrian, are you alright?” Barrett asked, staring at Adrian. “Let’s hurry back to the Guild. That William guy is off, he must be a user of dark powers.”
He relayed everything Adrian had experienced that day, and Adrian broke out in a cold sweat.
“It seems there’s something wrong with what he wrote. Luckily, you were smart to tear it up,” Adrian said, frowning in thought. “We need to go back now and report this to the president.”
“This William must be in league with Garen, and he’s also a user of dark powers,” Adrian analyzed seriously. “He’s at least of Lesser Deity level. It looks like we’ll have to ask President Andreas to intervene.”
Barrett nodded vigorously: “Right!”
The two of them took advantage of the night to return to the Pantheon Guild and reported everything about William.
Meanwhile, they both felt incredibly clever, as if they had uncovered some great demon lurking among humans.
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