Layra Academy, Remote Infirmary

In one of the neatly arranged beds, a man lay quietly.

Sitting up, he began to unwrap the bandages wrapped around his head. The lump on his forehead—caused by smashing his head against a desk—had been completely healed.

He reached for the shattered remains of his glasses.

Whoosh.

A mysterious aura began to swirl around his hand.

As his divine power gathered, the fragments of the glasses started to reassemble themselves.

This was part of the Authority of Knowledge, which allowed him to perfectly reconstruct objects only after fully understanding their structure.

Beep-beep-beep.

Pressing his index …