Fake Professor, Misunderstood As Strong-Chapter 250: The Trip to Elven Empire ends...

"Although it doesn’t really seem to belong to our small world, still, someone must have built this sword after all..."

"Sometimes even I wonder just how powerful you would need to be to create weapons that can even resurrect the dead..."

"You would need unbelievable level of power to achieve such things... If you could bring even the dead back to life, wouldn’t you already be considered a ’God’ at that point?"

Zion stared at the horizon in the distance as a complex look appeared on his face.

’If I had that much power, I would easily be able to save this entire planet... or might even be able to deal with the ’Sea of Endless Miasma’...’

While thinking about all this, again a new question appears in Zion’s mind.

’The ’Golden King’ was obviously at that higher level of ’existence’; he was definitely beyond the level of us mortals...’

’Yet he only left behind a ’seal’... Why didn’t he just destroy the sea of miasma? Why not deal with the root cause instead of wasting energy like this?’

’Perhaps even after becoming a high and mighty godlike existence, you still can’t compete with some things...’

’The ’Sea of Miasma’ is really an extremely hateful existence...’

At that moment, Zion stopped thinking about all these thoughts.

He knew that thinking further would only do harm to his beliefs.

These exact thoughts of helplessness are the exact reason why every grade-1 or above-level individual always has a weird personality.

It’s because most of them lose ’Hope’ once they find out the truth of this world.

This world is just so ’hopeless’ that other mundane problems seem trivial in front of it.

"I wonder when will I be able to become so strong that I could do such amazing feats like you and Professor Jareth..."

Hearing Mark’s words, Zion smiled lightly and spoke in a confident manner.

"You will become even stronger than both of us in the future... Aim even higher than us! You have the highest talent I have ever seen in my lifetime!"

"Don’t worry about the big problems for now; even if the sky falls tomorrow, there will be people like Jareth and me to support it..."

"You just have to keep working hard and strong enough... you will be the next pillar of support for this entire planet..."

Hearing those words, Mark narrowed his eyes and asked in a questioning tone,

"Are you that confident in me? I feel like you are hiding something from me, though..."

Zion just smiled at that question and didn’t give a reply.

Although he doesn’t know what Jareth knows, he has his own ways of figuring out people’s talents.

Zion placed his hand on his heart, and the smile on his face widened.

’You can feel it too huh?...’

The ’Sword of Salvation—Astra’ seemed to be trembling with immense joy in Mark’s presence.

Even Zion doesn’t get such treatment from this powerful weapon, even though he’s already been using this weapon for thousands of years.

’If not for the fact that I am still restraining it, it would have already jumped out of my sea of consciousness and would have chosen him instead...’

Zion still needs the power of this sword for his plans to save the people, and Mark isn’t strong enough to unleash its immense power properly.

That’s why he’s not willing to let go of this powerful weapon just yet.

’When the right moment comes, I will have to let go of it...’

Although he’s using the sword right now, he knows that the very moment Mark appeared, he had already started to lose his qualifications to continue to use the sword bit by bit.

As Mark keeps getting stronger, Zion keeps losing his control over the powerful weapon further and further.

The Sword of Salvation is trying to go to the new ’chosen one’; it has found the new ’hero’ of this world.

’To think an individual with such immense talent will be born in this world when this world is near its end...’

’It’s almost as if the he’s the last-ditch effort the ’World’ has sent for us...’

"Do you have any other questions for me?"

Mark shook his head at that question.

"Nothing comes to mind anymore..."

Zion brought out a shining gem from the inner pocket of his coat at this moment and handed it over to Mark.

"I have linked this artifact to myself... imbue your mana in it and you will be able to contact me anytime anywhere in the world..."

"Take it... think of it as a gift from me... If you ever need my help, use it to contact me."

"I may not look like an old wise man because of my youthful face... but I have lived a very long life... I know more about this world than anyone else..."

Mark put away the communication artifact in his space ring, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"Why not give it to Professor Jareth instead of me, though?"

Hearing that question, Zion smiled slightly and spoke in a calm tone.

"He’s too strong... if I give it to him, he will develop a tracking device out of it and will track my every move..."

"We worked together this time but we are still enemies, you know... he nearly killed me back in the ’Abyss Alter Area,’ you know..."

"I haven’t even had the chance to pay him back for all that yet..."

Mark just sighed after hearing those words.

’It’s really difficult to understand the thinking pattern of these strong people... why not just shake hands and reconcile already...’

’You both are clearly working for the same goal anyway, right?’

...

A few days flew by as Jareth and the trio packed up their bags for the return trip.

They have been staying in the Elven empire for more than a month now, it’s about time they go back home.

While standing at a giant hill near the capital city, Jareth glanced at the city below one last time.

"They are recovering from this disaster much faster than I expected..."

The Elven Queen and princess were both standing nearby to see them off.

Looking at the dark circles under the eyes of the elven queen, Jareth understood that she had been working hard for the sake of her country.

"This disaster has given a wake-up call to our people who refused to take any measures against threats..."

"A lot of people died; this has laid the foundation for the Elven Army that I am going to create... Some young elves have even volunteered..."

"There’s a new breath of vitality in this decaying nation now... My plan to create a proper trade relation and a stronger nation will go much smoother now..."

Hearing all those words, Jareth couldn’t help but remember that famous quote from his past life,

{Nations are built atop a pile of corpses, and kings sit on a throne smeared with the blood of thousands of people...} (Source: Trust me bro.)

While shaking his head, Jareth stepped on the giant sword that he had used as a flying ship to come here along with the trio and started to imbue his mana in it.

"Well, the hidden danger has already been eradicated. work hard and your dream might really come true..."

’That is if this world survives after all...’

Although he couldn’t really see that ray of ’Hope,’ he still told the others to be positive about the future.

’Even in the worst-case scenario they will die happy at the least...’

If the ’Sea of Miasma’ succeeds, it will instantly obliterate the entire planet, so you won’t really feel much pain.

Jareth can now understand why no grade-1 or above-level individual ever revealed the truth of this world to ordinary people.

It’s because in a doomed world, ’Truth Doesn’t matter anymore... people just want to live... even if it’s a life of ignorance, that is...’

Mana fluctuations intensified as Jareth and the others finally flew in the air and headed back towards the human kingdom.

Jareth brought out the artifact given to him by the elven queen from his space ring and used it to open a small entrance in the giant barrier surrounding the capital.

As they left the barrier, the small entrance closed all by itself, and the group left the capital without any further complications.

"Professor... where will we go for training next?"

As the elven capital disappeared from sight, Mark and the others became curious about their next adventure.

Hearing their question, a look of contemplation appeared on Jareth’s face.

"Hmm... you have all gained a lot from this trip so stay home for a while and train... I have to go somewhere first..."

"We will go on our next training trip after I return..."

A look of curiosity appeared on the trio’s faces, but they didn’t ask any further questions as they knew that Jareth must be going somewhere dangerous; that’s why he’s not bringing them along.

And so, the difficult journey to a nation of elves has finally come to an end.