A glass of Extraordinary Honey water instantly recharged Leech's slightly fatigued body.
'There must be different levels among Transcendents. Is there some kind of power ranking, like First-level Warrior, Second-level Warrior, Ninth-level Warrior, or Holy Sanctuary Warrior?'
Scholars and Mages had no levels, making it difficult to define their strength.
At the end of the day, they were all human—a blow to the head would kill them.
His energy restored, Leech once again let his imagination run wild.
'I know Magic, and I have Extraordinary power. Doesn't that make me a master of both magic and martial arts? That's the perfect protagonist template! Too bad there's no Magic School, or I'd definitely go get my aptitude tested.'
This flight of fancy suddenly gave Leech an idea.
'Why don't I cultivate Casters myself?'
A scholar might be a Mage, but a Mage wasn't necessarily a scholar.
