Tyrant Emperor

The Strixs that had been hiding started to attack him again. Anthropos no longer had a strong body, so he helplessly retreated from the area; that was all he could do.

Staring at his frail hands, Anthropos felt despair clouding his mind. His muscles had shrunk, and the strength he had cherished faded like the evening light. 

'I thought wisdom would guide me,' he thought, anger boiling within him. 'Instead, it has left me vulnerable.' He cursed himself for choosing so quickly, regret flashing in his mind.

At this time the clouds gathered in the sky, growing turbulent as a flicker of whiteness filled the world, and a terrifying boom followed soon after.

Anthropos looked at the scene with wide eyes; the burning flames that scorched the earth seemed to play continuously in his mind.

Soon, Anthropos created fire by igniting the flames using two stones. With the fire in his hand, the Strixs cowered into hiding, and he was free once more.

His life passed peacefully every day, enjoying the beauty of nature and eating fruits. The wilderness became his playground, and he began to communicate with other peaceful creatures. He developed agriculture, language, and mathematics, gradually envisioning a civilization.

But eventually, he grew old—too old.

"I… I don't want to die," Anthropos muttered. The last flicker of light showed itself.

"Oh, human, as long as you give me your wisdom, I can grant you a new lease on life."

Anthropos's parched lips trembled as he accepted the condition of the last flicker of light.

"Human, how dare you betray me? I made you what you are, and now you abandon me!" the wisdom flicker of light exclaimed, its voice filled with outrage as it departed from his body. In its place, the other flicker of light surged within him.

His ageing form halted its decline, but without strength or wisdom, he was reduced to nothing—a mere man-child.

"You need wisdom, strength, and the courage to face death if you wish to live the life of a great warrior," Leon concluded the first lesson.

"Haha, wonderfully said," the teacher clapped. "Being able to tell the legend shows your passion for it. What is your name?"

"Leon, Leon Finn." Then he sat back down quietly.

The teacher continued his lesson and Leon looked through the book again. This might seem like the end of the story but there was more to it, unfortunately even he couldn't access the further parts of the legends of Primordial Anthropos.

He was particularly interested in this book as it contained something that piqued his interest, not Primordial Anthropos himself but the three white flickers of light, they were quite similar to the one he saw but instead of white it was black.

"Is my black flicker of light something that is evil?"

Leon mused in his thoughts, usually white denoted good and the black denoted evil, darkness. It was something that seemed to be automatically processed in the human brain.

Then, he looked at the other books again, there was pretty much nothing of interest in it for Leon because it was basic maths, history, medicine and physics.

That's right, they were also studying medicine, medicine was an essential and basic skill that must be learned to survive and the medicine here mostly contained wild herbs and many other sources.

But from Leon's understanding this wild herbs when mixed could absolutely cure disease and even cancers if the right ingredient was mixed with it. Overall, herbs were very potent here.

"I might have been saved from the incurable disease if I was born in this world." Leon silently lowered his head and continued to pass his time in a boring way.

The first class lasted for four hours before the teacher finally stood and spoke eloquently with a mysterious smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Let's start your test now."

"Huh!?" 

The entire classroom went wild, the childrens immediately panicked and they flusteredly looked around.

"Isn't it too fast for a test to happen?"

"It is only the first day of school, mommy!" 

Some students were scared so shitlessly that they almost peed on their pants, their fluster growing by every second while the teacher still had a smile, silently looking at them but for the students it felt like a devil's smile.

He suddenly noticed there was a kid who was still looking at his own book with an uninterested gaze and coldness in his face.

"Isn't that the kid who told the story about the legend of Primordial Anthorphos?" he tilted his head with eyes full of interest, then he clapped his hand drawing all the attention of the students.

"Alright, I will give you guys a paper then you must tick the one which is the right answer."

After saying this, he casually distributed all the papers to each and every student himself. Then sat in the chair again: 

"You have ten minutes."

Leon looked at the paper and silently started to tick the correct answer with his quill pen. Actually the childrens around him were around seven to nine years old and already had homeschooling since young–after all every single one who can go to this academy are rich kids.

So there was no problem with reading and writing the basics, although they grumbled frustratingly but in the end still started to take the test.

The test was extremely easy and Leon finished it in just a minute, all except for one last answer.

"Who is a true warrior?"

Option one was those who protect, option two was those who know how to use weapons, option three was those who are strong and the last option, the option was blank.

"Hmm, if I went for a generic one then it would be the first option to protect, but…"

At this time, Leon felt a tug at his sleeves from the side. He curiously looked over to his side, seeing a wide head of a girl as she smiled in showing her yellow teeth, her small golden hair swinging slightly as she seemed to slightly fidget around.

"What is it?" Leon asked with a frown.

"Idiot, speak in a whisper!" the golden haired girl spoke while keeping a finger touching her lips.

"So?" 

"Can you show me the answers?" She spoke with pitiful eyes.

"My answers are wrong."

Leon casually shrugged his shoulders.

"Please just show it to me, I will be grateful." She whispered, pleadingly, while joining her hands together with the most pitiful face she could muster.

"... No."

Leon turned around and slowly raised his quill pen to write.

The golden haired girl pouted, her cheeks swelling and become entirely red:

"Bastard."

Then she sneakily raised her hips a little and peeked at his paper.

Leon looked at the teacher who wasn't paying attention and couldn't help but curl his lips:

"This girl is interesting." He didn't move, nor shield his paper just quietly writing the answer.

"While I might not have given the perfect answer, this is what my heart compels me to write."