Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Gordon was just testing the power output of the Blackthorn Lee cane. The moment the cane head touched the tree trunk, both forces simultaneously lost their restraint.

First, a dent appeared on the bark, and then, in the next instant, the inside of the trunk suddenly exploded.

A circular shockwave erupted in the air, and bark, wood, and milky white debris were ejected in a fan shape from behind the tree trunk!

Gordon's body flew back two meters, and he took several steps back before regaining his footing.

At this moment, a funnel-shaped cavity was clearly visible on the tree trunk.

The tree crown immediately drooped backward, making a long swaying sound, and crashed to the ground with a much greater commotion than he had imagined.

"?" Enraged, he raised his head, quickly retreating from the area affected by the trees shaking the ground, and looked at Gordon with suspicion.

Gordon pressed his forehead.

A fallen birch tree. You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

"Sinclair said it's very effective at close range, but he was being conservative with his description..." Gordon twirled the Blackthorn Lee cane in his hand.

Is this the power of the spiritual path? It's like a powerful effect of returning to simplicity, able to directly extract power and release it without reservation.

Now it's no longer just an auxiliary tool; it's Gordon's first explosive weapon, giving him a more direct means of destruction.

Gordon took out his notebook and pen from his pocket, examined the broken tree and the gap, estimated the strength of the wood and the size of the cross-section, and calculated the magnitude of a single attack.

The conclusion is that, if Gordon wanted to, he could break down doors and walls in an instant upon contact.

If it hits someone, it will likely contribute to the further prosperity of Lundnim's funeral industry.

"Hiss..." Gordon shook his wrist and shoulder joints, and couldn't help but think of Charlotte. When she fired the gun, did she also fly several meters away due to the recoil?

In any case, he is now very satisfied with the "Supreme Flagship Edition" Blackthorn Lee Cane.

Then, Gordon sat on the broken tree trunk and continued to deduce the water.

Fluid control is quite mentally demanding. Its kinematic theory is constrained by equations, and velocity, pressure, density, viscosity, and external forces are all variables.

Laminar flow can be roughly calculated, but turbulent flow is almost impossible to predict. Moreover, Gordon's main focus is not on physics.

So, what exactly is he controlling?

Gordon closed his eyes.

【The Tide of Destiny: Manipulation of Currents】

He swung his cane, and the lines shot into the heart of the lake.

Under this level of coordination, Gordon clearly felt like he was changing the world model.

The source material alters reality and is fine-tuned and developed according to the operator's thoughts and intentions.

Although the range is limited to only a few meters, it can mark nodes, change speeds, and briefly alter the way physical phenomena are presented.

He focused his mind and "constructed" a flow.

Then, the lake water accepted the new order more smoothly than before.

Suddenly, the ripples began to spin rapidly. A few seconds later, the lake surface sank down, becoming deeper and deeper, while the water flowed up along the arc, eventually forming a wall of water.

Two meters, three meters, five meters... Gordon raised his head.

The flow rate reaches about ten meters per second, carrying countless tons of continuously moving lake water.

Once an ordinary person gets involved, they will instantly lose their sense of direction and ability to resist.

Then, Gordon slowly dismantled the nodes he had constructed, and the water flow immediately lost its restraint, falling and scattering.

Like a dream... a pure and complete power.

Gordon took a deep breath.

The lake surface failed to return to calm for a long time, with ripples crashing against the shore in concentric circles.

He was filled with endless emotions.

"Let's go." He turned and left.

The commotion we just made was loud enough; it might attract some idle people.

……

Gordon quickly left the lakeside and returned to the hunter school.

Before packing his things to return to Lundnim, Gordon was still concerned about Uncle Gray's situation.

Upon entering the basement of the Hall of Contemplation, it was still cold. The frost in front of Gray's door was thicker than before, forming sharp edges of frost along the brass plaque.

Gordon knocked on the door with his cane.

"Check the water meter."

"Stay away from me."

"You are one of my most important partners, and now you've frozen yourself like a crazy idiot, which makes me seriously question whether this kind of treatment at the Hunter Academy is scientifically sound."

"Did we sign a contract?"

"If I help you brew potions, you owe me six opportunities to use my skills. Other people charge too much, and they might not even be kind."

"Tch, you were just lucky last time. I still advise you to pick a more suitable companion." Gray's voice was still impatient.

"It's a very simple cost accounting issue. If I were to spend over 1000 pounds to build a completely new team, it would not only deplete my cash flow but also create a lot of other problems."

"One thousand gold pounds," Gray scoffed. "Let's not even talk about whether you have that much money. The 'team' you assembled with one thousand gold pounds is probably only fit to serve tea and water to your Uncle Gray."

"That sounds more like something Gray would say."

"Don't act like you know me like we're old friends."

"I'm concerned for you on behalf of those birds. Don't forget the birds across from your office, what names did you give them? Albion, Nikolai, and..."

"Little Molly".

"Yes, even if it's for little Molly's sake, you have to be strong."

"Remember to feed them bread and peanuts for me," Gray said.

"I think I heard the word 'chaff'."

"Bread and peanuts," Gray emphasized.

"All right."

After confirming that Gray's mental state was merely delusional rather than a breakdown, Gordon left the meditation hall and rode away from the hunter school.

At the highest point of the main building, a long, narrow window is open.

The principal of Hunter University, Roland, dressed in a black suit with his silver hair neatly combed, stood by the window, watching Gordon ride away from the school.

Gray has made a friend. The thought flashed through Roland's mind.

He watched as Gordon crossed the stone bridge and eventually disappeared into a tiny dot at the foot of the hill.

Among the rising young generation in Lundnim, Gordon Vick seemed to be one of the best. Thinking of this, he picked up the invitation to the summer ceremony again.

"Third candidate. Luanna Ravenhurst. The alchemy ceremony will be performed by Master Bradshaw, First-Class Alchemist of the Royal Alchemy Bureau and Alchemy Consultant of Midas Industries."

"Second candidate. Vidori Cavendish. The alchemy ceremony will be performed by Theodore Herman, Master Alchemist of Hermes, 'The Mercury Sage,' First-Class Alchemist, former Dean of the St. Isley's Alchemy Academy, and Lifetime Member of the Royal Alchemy Council."

"First candidate. Charlotte Monford. The alchemy ceremony will be performed by Gordon Vick."

What a... spectacle this is. Roland believes that the vast majority of people in the city had a similar feeling when they received this ceremonial card, which can only be described as absurd.

On what grounds?

What right does Gordon Vick have to have his name included?

He had learned about Gordon's potion-making from Grena, but over the past fifty years he had become more familiar with Master Bradshaw's craft and respected legendary alchemists like Theodore Herman.

Roland tucked the invitation into his coat pocket. He needed to see for himself on the day of the summer ceremony whether Gordon truly deserved the position. Would it be the birth of a legend, or a public execution of a fraud?