"Everything you’re talking about is something I saw years ago. Unlike you, who was excluded from all the family teachings, I was taught what I was supposed to be taught. I suppose that’s why they were so disappointed when I didn’t produce the results they expected." She shook her head helplessly.

"Well, what makes you think they didn’t teach me what they taught you?" Lucius laughed.

"Everyone in every family house knows that, Lucius Asturias. It’s common knowledge that you were excluded from everything. So you should pay more attention now that you’re gaining fame. It might come in handy."

Lucius shook his head helplessly and decided to ignore her and go back to his own world.

With about 30 minutes left in class, another teacher walked in and stood in front of everyone.

"Since this is your first day of class, you’ll only attend one lesson: the introduction to magic that the professor just taught you. Now, I’ll only take 30 minutes of your time—or less, if you think you can make your choices quickly. You’ll need to choose the different courses you want to enroll in."

"There will be three core subjects per person and one additional special subject, which you can choose based on your preferences or specialization. These sheets list all the subjects you can choose from. Choose carefully."

The new teacher didn’t even introduce himself. He simply handed out the sheets to all the students and went to sit down, waiting for them to finish.

Lucius looked over the courses. ’They’re all basic subjects, not counting the Special Courses,’ he thought.

Of the three basic courses, he picked any old thing. He wasn’t going to attend that class anyway—he already knew everything.

But when it came to the special courses, he had to pause.

These subjects essentially serve as the mage’s specialization—a secondary profession. Whether it’s a swordsman, a spearman, and so on.

If he chose to be a swordsman, he’d have excellent teachers instructing him in his secondary profession. However, he’d be missing out on the opportunity to delve deeper into the Academy’s curriculum—specifically, toolcrafting.

’And I need a toolmaker, too. I could teach him at first, and then, in the future, he’ll make my life easier,’ he thought.

He looked at the form and filled it out in less than five minutes, quickly choosing the special subject "Toolmaker."

He stood up at practically the same time as Clara, and they looked at each other. "Are you done?" she asked.

Lucius nodded and began walking down the stairs.

They both handed in the "exam" at the same time. After the teacher nodded, he stamped it and told them to take it to the department they had chosen for the special subject.

They both walked out at the same time, without looking back, and followed the same route. They exchanged a few words, but neither of them wondered where they were going—until they found themselves standing in front of the same apartment.

Clara turned to look at him. "You... did you decide to sign up for the toolmaker course?" she asked, in shock.

Was this the same Lucius she knew?

Lucius nodded and looked at her intently. "I don’t recall you being a Toolmaster either. Are you interested in becoming one?" he asked.

"If I’m interested in becoming one? Haha, I’m already a Toolmaster. I’m just not very good at it. Why do you think my family considers me trash?"

Lucius nodded thoughtfully. The Thornes, while primarily dedicated to being Magical Martial Artists, have toolmaking as one of their most important secondary specializations.

"I see. Well, I hope we get along." Lucius patted him on the shoulder, and then they both went into the apartment.

They handed in the documents, greeted the professors, and then went to attend the orientation, which began 30 minutes later and lasted a full hour.

When the orientation ended, they split up into classrooms, depending on their class.

F-Ranks with F-Ranks.

There were about 13 people in Lucius’s classroom, including him. It was a room inside the department, so it wasn’t shaped like an auditorium, but more like a workshop.

Among the many workshops, they were assigned one filled with scrap metal.

"This scrap metal... they don’t expect us to fix it, do they?" asked one of the students, swallowing hard.

Another nodded. "I don’t think so, right?"

Then the teacher mocked them. "Fix them? Not even if millions of you came could you fix them. The tool-making class wasn’t made for Rank F good-for-nothings. You can look at all that junk over there and waste your time. I’m only here to get my pay." He said, then sat down in a chair to sleep.

The students smiled sheepishly and hung their heads.

They were Rank F good-for-nothings. They were used to constant humiliation, so they just apologized silently.

However, two of them walked over to the "junk."

Lucius grabbed some broken tools and examined them carefully. "These are broken tools sent over from the other departments. This one was broken by a punch, this one split by a sword, and this one pierced by a spear. Do they think we’re a dumpster?" he complained.

Clara, standing beside him, smiled. "I didn’t know you understood so much about magical tools. This is eye-opening." She feigned surprise.

"That much?" Lucius teased.

If that was considered a lot, she should wait until she saw him repair divine tools... But since that was still a long way off, he focused on the present.

"They aren’t that hard to repair. Using all that old junk over there, you could get them working again. Then you’d send them back to them so they can train them with Mana Marks. Even though they’re rusty, they aren’t in such bad shape." Lucius continued.

Finally, Clara raised her eyebrows, genuinely surprised. "They aren’t in such bad shape, you say? Lucius... they’re rusty." She reminded him.

"Rust can be removed with mana and time. As long as their ’metal veins’ aren’t too badly damaged, they can’t be considered poorly maintained. And these have almost all their veins in good condition."

Clara was in shock. Somehow what he was saying made sense; she knew it herself. However, she also knew she couldn’t repair these things for now.

"You talk as if you were an expert." A different voice, the professor’s, echoed from his sleeping chair. He opened his eyes and stared at Lucius. "But you’re just the scum of the Asturians. Kid, you’d better shut your mouth."