“Traveling through,” put simply, is a kind of spatial transfer. That flash of memory, and the sensation of transmission, felt very familiar—almost exactly like the most powerful movement technique in “The Nine Heavens,” the “Great Freedom Heaven Universe Teleportation Technique.” That flash of light should be the coordinates connecting this place and Earth.

In theory, he could travel back.

Staying here would mean starting as a newbie, struggling to level up, and fighting a bunch of max-level barbarians?

But if he went back, he could hug his lovely little junior sister, inherit billions, and reach the pinnacle of life. Which one sounds better?

The answer is obvious.

Everything is ready except for the money.

“Axi, I think we need to make some money!” Frank Walker slammed the table.

“Why, Frank, do you need money? I have some.”

“What you have isn’t even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth!” Frank Walker knew that Vance Tracy’s family was fairly well-off, with some spare cash, but it was nowhere near enough for his needs.

Run away?

Old Walker didn’t even consider it. Where would he run to?

At least the Sanctuary was reasonable. He had no doubt that being found by the people from Nine Gods would end badly. Right now, Rose Sanctuary was actually the safest place.

Carrie Dean’s “fearsome reputation” was something everyone dreaded.

The Rune Academy’s huge auditorium was cold and desolate; the decline of the rune profession in peacetime was truly no small thing.

With his mindset adjusted, Frank Walker felt especially relaxed. Under the leadership of the great Principal Carrie Dean, he would bask in the holy light, study hard, improve every day, and be a good person!

Joyful laughter and footsteps interrupted Frank Walker’s thoughts. Looks like he finally had company.

Old Walker wasn’t inexperienced, but seeing the little beauty in front of him, he was still stunned. Flaxen curly hair, a round little face, big eyes like clear springs, long eyelashes like little fans, rosy lips dazzlingly bright against her fair skin. When she saw Frank Walker looking at her, the little beauty smiled slightly, revealing two shallow dimples.

Exotic charm, deadly allure.

Chapter 7: Repeatedly Jumping Left and Right

He had to remember this feeling—she’d make an amazing NPC. With looks like that, she’d be a total hit. As expected, even the best artists have their limits; nature is the greatest creator.

But soon, a burly figure blocked his view, which was extremely rude—blocking the radiation of beauty.

“You, step back. If you keep looking, I’ll punch you to death!” A deep voice, full of dissatisfaction, snapped Old Walker out of his daydream.

The Sanctuary uniform couldn’t hide his physique at all. He was about 1.9 meters tall, a bit taller than Frank Walker, but those surging muscles and strength stretched the clothes tight, and his overwhelming soul power warned any opponent.

Most of the Eight Tribes weren’t much different from humans, just slightly pointier ears and better looks. These two must be the Mandala geniuses personally recruited by the principal.

The little girl curiously sized up Frank Walker. Frank Walker shrugged helplessly and pointed at the curious Gandharva girl. “What if she looks at me?”

“Then I’ll punch you to death too!” the Young Man said bluntly.

Frank Walker rolled his eyes. Forget about old witch Carrie Dean, even random kids dared to jump out and pick a fight. He suddenly leaped to the right. “Look, I looked!” Then he jumped to the left. “Ah, I looked again! Come on, if you’ve got the guts, kill me twice. If you miss even once, you’re a dog!”

Note, who had been a bit worried, couldn’t help but laugh, while Morton’s nose was almost crooked with anger. He’d seen people act up, but never like this. He raised his fist high, but Note quickly stopped him. “Morton, Morton, remember what the elder said? This isn’t Mandala!”

“This guy is provoking me. I want to fight… duel him! A life-and-death duel!” Morton’s handsome face was a bit conflicted.

“Sigh, I finally understand why the Eight Tribes’ population never grows.” He shot a mischievous look at Morton—he must be from the Mahoraga clan, a little bull calf with explosive strength.

In his “Nine Heavens” setting, the Gandharva clan was full of art, romance, and kindness—the best wife material.

“You’re still looking!” Morton was about to lose it. He hadn’t wanted to come to the human lands in the first place. The Mandala Empire’s Royal Academy was way better than this, and he didn’t like runes—these boring, stupid scribbles just made his head spin.

Frank Walker smiled, teasing the straightforward boy, and winked at the Gandharva girl. Morton couldn’t stand it and rushed over, grabbing Frank Walker and lifting him up. Just as he was about to paint Frank Walker’s face, footsteps sounded.

“If you don’t put me down, the instructor will be here soon. One punch from you and the Rune Academy will lose a third of its students.” Old Walker laughed wildly.

If it were a beastman, he’d chicken out instantly, but Mahoraga were brawny with brains. As long as you could reason with them, Old Walker wasn’t afraid.

Morton helplessly tossed the scrawny, sleazy-looking human aside. He’d heard the footsteps too.

Still, he was glad he’d come along. He knew humans were cunning, treacherous, and lecherous—he had to protect Note!

A middle-aged man in a rune master’s robe walked in. Seeing the three of them, he gave a warm smile.