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

Gordon continued to play with the thin thread.

Under Gordon's control, it floated into the air, weaving and transforming.

At first, I just thought it was interesting.

But in an instant, Gordon thought of another use for it.

Is it really only good for tying people up?

Thinking of this, Gao Deng's fingers twitched slightly.

The line deforms in the air.

Following the method of writing in one stroke, Gordon pieced it together into the shape of a series of letters.

Vera was flexing her wrists when she suddenly saw a crooked, twisted thread float in front of her.

The first draft was ridiculously crooked, like a doctor's prescription. The second draft was still somewhat strange, like a patient's dying instructions written on a piece of paper.

The third time, the silk thread transformed into exquisitely beautiful characters written in the air.

Her pupils contracted; upon closer inspection, it read...

"Gorden Vic & Vera Cartrett"

You can use it like this!

"You turned the silver thread into words. And you even wrote our two names." Vera felt incredulous, yet also a little uneasy, and her mind began to wander.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't know what to write anymore." Gordon retracted the thin thread.

That's useful.

Whether used for silent communication, communication through walls, or even shooting an arrow in battle, it is very useful.

Vera stared at the words formed by the silver lines for a long time, impressed by Gordon's progress in developing his abilities.

If her guess is correct, it will probably only take one or two months for Gordon to refine into a source essence.

  

At the Hunter Academy, most recruits need six months to stabilize their external force field, let alone develop their abilities.

To develop the source material to this extent within two months is truly remarkable.

What's even more terrifying is that... Vera could only give Gordon some riddle-like guidance at most; the rest was all Gordon figured out on his own.

Thinking of the second, the third... and the various qualitative changes, iterations, and evolutions brought about by the fusion of source matter, Vera believed that Gordon could reach an astonishing upper limit.

Of course, she wouldn't be willing to fall behind.

Gordon can see further than her, but he can't stand in front of her.

In any case, it must be done on the high platform.

"I'm going to make breakfast." She turned around. "If you don't eat something soon, you'll be late for class."

"Okay." Gordon pressed his forehead, which was a little dizzy from using his ability.

He took one last look at the thin thread in his hand.

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It's better to be a little immature. Anyway, it's his own ability, so he's just saying it for himself.

If I had to name it... I'd call it "The Line of God".

For now, it can only bind the wrist and spell out words in mid-air with a single stroke. But its ultimate goal is, after all, the mysterious Creation Loom. With further development, it will eventually live up to its name.

[A God's Edge. It has all the necessary mechanisms.]

Soon after, Vera served fried eggs and bread.

Gordon felt that if he could continue living this kind of life, he would be happy even if he lived in a villa and became the richest man in the world.

"...If you can release a force field, the next stage is the domain," Vera said, "the true...domain expansion."

"You know this trick?"

"It can be released occasionally, but it's unstable." The source essence within Vera's body has not fully fused.

"But I feel like my strength has reached its limit here." Gordon swallowed a piece of bread.

"The source material isn't big enough," Vera said simply.

Yes. The Unbroken String is, after all, just a small-scale source material; it still needs to be fused and evolved.

After dinner, I packed my books, put on my coat, and set off.

"I'm going to school," Gordon said.

"By the way, Gordon."

"hold head high?"

"My hair." Vera tossed her long, flowing hair aside. "Do you think it's better to keep it long or cut it short?"

"Whatever, do as you please." Gordon glanced at it twice.

"..." Vera stopped what she was doing.

"All I care about is you, Ms. Vera Cartrett. Who cares about hair?"

Vera lowered her head, raised one hand as if to fix her hair, but seemed unsure where to put it, and hesitated to speak.

After a moment of silence, she felt her face burning and whispered:

"Then... come back early after class."

Gordon nodded and walked down the stairs. While waiting for his ride on the street, he heard the number "three" and the gentleman's final scream behind him.

……

Royal Academy of Sciences University, Biomedical Building, Lecture Hall.

Gordon is giving a serious lecture.

Charlotte rested her chin on her hand next to him, feeling how quickly the holiday had gone by.

It feels like someone with source-level abilities is manipulating time behind the scenes. Has someone drastically accelerated the process, or has a period of time been deleted?

She was still thinking about the source of her father's promise.

Three months until her birthday. The Earl of Montfort wanted her to be prepared, both physically and mentally.

When he was young, the Earl also served in the army and fought in wars. He used the power of source matter to survive time and time again in the terrifying overseas battlefields, and he knew that it was not easy for people with ability.

Exploring the extraordinary world is dangerous and requires immense courage, perseverance, and wisdom.

"Everyone," lecturer Bennett tapped the desk at the front of the class, "get back to normal, it's time to hand in your holiday assignments. Let me see what you've all written."

Unlike Winslow, who specialized in extraordinary knowledge, Bennett was responsible for teaching basic physiology and infectious diseases, and was a very strict person.

The classroom was filled with the rustling sound of papers as everyone pulled out their bags to submit their work: papers, lab records...

Gordon handed in his assignment.

His book, "Golden Teaches You How to Stay Healthy: Drink More Hot Water," has a ridiculous title, but the content is excellent, with data, case studies, and reasonable inferences, as well as hand-drawn charts with amazing precision.

Most importantly, he revealed the problem of high-temperature sterilization, which is not yet valued in this era.

At that time, the precision of microscopes was limited. People could observe bacteria, but they had not yet discovered viruses, let alone understood the complex principles behind diseases.

Charlotte nervously submitted her paper.

"What are you panicking about?" Gordon noticed that her heart was beating very fast.

"No." Charlotte lowered her head.

Bennett collected all the assignments and looked at them from the podium, occasionally calling out a few names.

"...John Seymour, well written."

"...Cecilia...is alright."

"...Percy, 'The Final Solution to Infectious Diseases: Move the Poor to the Countryside'..."

“…Gordon Vick.” Bennett paused, glancing at Gordon with a hint of skepticism. “The content is solid, the arguments are rigorous. Although the claim that ‘there are invisible microscopic hazards in water’ has not been fully verified, after reading it, I feel that drinking hot water is a very necessary thing.”

"Yes, yes." Gordon nodded.

The group whispered among themselves, occasionally casting speculative glances at Gordon.

Gordon, who was originally only an average student, has now entered the top tier and is frequently praised by his teachers.

John was especially nervous, worried that Gordon would take away his top spot in the grade.

Charlotte wasn't so lucky.

"Charlotte Monford. Third class. Come and get it yourself." Bennett slammed Charlotte's homework on the table. "You need to put in some effort now and then, right? Go back and rewrite it!"

Charlotte's body trembled; the lecturer's words had left a mark on her heart.

She smiled and stepped forward with impeccable poise, even thanking Ms. Bennet when receiving the assignment.

Then she brushed her hair aside and walked back under the watchful eyes of the whole class.

Only Gordon could sense that her heart was pounding wildly, almost out of control.

"..." Cecilia glanced at Gordon and gave him a wink.

"..." Gordon nodded.

As soon as the bell rang, the students scattered quickly like fish fry being released into the wild.

"Where are you going later, Mr. Vic?" Several students came to greet Gordon.

Gordon naturally doesn't mind expanding his network.

Students at the Royal Academy of Sciences University are either from wealthy families or are elites from humble backgrounds; getting to know some of them will be very beneficial for your future.

However, the building of friendship takes time, and Charlotte's worries cannot be postponed.

She didn't get up to leave. Although she was trying to stay upright, her face was still flushed, and she kept turning the pen around with her fingers.

"Charlotte." Gordon stared at her.

"Mr. Bennett was very harsh in his words today," she said.

Gordon picked up Charlotte's homework and realized that Bennett was absolutely right.

Charlotte's academic performance is consistently average, sometimes good and sometimes bad, making her quite unpredictable.

This time I clearly messed up; it reads like something a female high school student would write.

Drinking water from the Blackwater River can cause a rainbow of diarrhea.

Gordon held on with all his might.

"?" Charlotte stared at him.

"We should study together." Gordon moved closer to her and made marks on her homework.

"I'll pay you for the lessons," Charlotte sighed. "Give me extra lessons."

"No, I won't accept it," Gordon said.

"How much gold pounds will you not charge?" Charlotte didn't understand.

"No, we won't accept it."

"I meant to ask..." Charlotte had barely finished speaking when she suddenly understood.

Gordon doesn't charge money.

"Saint Joshua!" Charlotte paused for a moment.

Is this still Gordon Vick? Gordon, who's always talking about money, is actually saying he won't take money.

This thought both surprised and delighted her, and brought tears to her eyes, especially after Bennett had just spoken so harshly to her.

"Learning something truly useful will be beneficial," Gordon said kindly. "Compared to this pittance, I'd much rather we become excellent adults together."