Heaven's Greatest Professor

The teleportation gate flashed open, and his figure tumbled out. His back struck the ground, and he made no move to pick himself up. He lay there, eyelids tightly shut, his chest rising and falling with the exhaustion from the battle...

However, the radiant heart soon calmed as well, the warm silver essence—one of the gifts from Ariha—washing over him, pushing away the exhaustion. He wasn't even sure how long it had taken, lost as he was in thoughts of all the experiences of the last three months. But he didn't think it had taken long.

He only opened his eyes when someone came to find him lying there.

"You!" said a familiar voice.

He jumped to his feet and looked at the person. Obviously, it was someone he knew. "Hey, Jenni," he said, waving his hand with a soft smile.
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"You!" she repeated, her expression turning to a glare, finding no visible injuries on his body. "Aren't you going to disguise yourself and play around anymore?"

Saying that, she smacked her fist into his chest. He saw it coming and could have dodged a dozen times, even though her attack came with a substantial part of her strength. But what was substantial for her, wasn't for him.

The punch landed squarely in the centre of his chest, but he didn't budge a millimetre from his spot.

Not finding her desired result, Jenni continued to punch him in the chest, exerting more of her strength.

"You! You! You!" Jenni shouted, her palm turning red. "What are you made of, reinforced concrete?"

He caught her palms before she hurt herself any more, but her glare hadn't calmed down at all.

"I'm confused," he said. "What are you so angry about?"

He had already noticed his disguise as a janitor had worn off, and he was presenting himself as whatever he was. And more importantly, Jenni had connected both of the personas...

"You must be very smug inside," she said, "thinking dumb Jenni cannot see through your disguise..."

He opened his mouth to say something but didn't find anything right then which could calm her down. Jenni struggled a little to free her arms, and he let her go, discerning she wouldn't try to punch him anymore. Also, he noticed a few familiar figures heading his way.

The rest of the tents and people were gone when he was in the trial, training.

The group coming his way was mostly from the Azalea Garden, led by Cassandra, along with May and Cole from Marcus's team. He saw the confusion in their eyes as they stared at him, probably wondering where the janitor had gone...

He shook his head, regretting that he hadn't thought of redoing the disguise again. And now it was too late... Besides, Cassandra already knew about it... Although he had a reason to keep on the persona, too many people had already figured it out, so it wasn't really a secret anymore.

Besides, I think I can come up with something later, he thought. Then again, he wasn't sure if he needed to keep his disguise, considering how far his strength had grown.

According to Ariha, he was a Faux Transcendent now. He couldn't have all the full-fledged capabilities of a Transcendent, but he had enough of it that he didn't think any normal gold ranker could stand tall against him...

Yes, the suppression was still on, he could feel it in his skin, ever so clearly, pinning against his core, his very being, suppressing many aspects about him. But as soon as he reached for the Way, he believed he could shrug off the suppression.

The people didn't act with the same familiarity they did with his Janitor persona. Some of them really seemed worried about not finding out anything about his disguise. It really unnerved them — he didn't try anything to mitigate that, considering it might have worked against the purpose. He believed they just needed some time.

Besides, not everyone acted alien. Cassandra gave a smile and implied she would appreciate a more private conversation with him. They withdrew back to their area of residence. As he believed most of the place was empty, everyone moving to the next layer, unlike the few who weren't that interested in it.

"I kind of get that it was two different personas with different outlooks," May said, after most people departed to their tasks. Now only Cole, Jenni and she remained around him. "But how can you be so different?"

May was among the few people who weren't unnerved by the revelation.

"He's different," Jenni agreed, shooting him a piercing look. Her anger had calmed somewhat; she wasn't unnerved by him by any stretch, just discontented after he made a fool of himself.

Well, nothing a few of the frozen desserts she loved so much couldn't solve, he thought.

"You seem taller," Jenni said, and moved to stand next to him. She began measuring their height. Currently, her head didn't even reach his shoulder. "You are taller!"

"Am I?" he smiled.

"Not just that," she turned to face him, "your face has changed too... it is like your whole exterior went through a reconstruction to amplify your... Beauty?"

A confusion appeared on Jenni's face, as she stared at him. Beauty was very wrong to describe a man who was over two metres tall, with a stalwart figure.

It's probably the Glamour she was feeling, he thought, but unable to figure it out.

He turned to find May had a similar look in her eyes, as she examined his form. Cole wasn't so much, much to his relief. Thankfully, this vampire-like allure didn't work on men.

"You're glowing," May mumbled, fighting away the blush that crept up her face as she looked up.

"What the hell happened to you in the trial?" Jenni couldn't help but ask. "Nobody was inside for such a long time... some stupid fucks were already badmouthing you thinking you're dead..."

"It's good that you came out without a scratch on your body."