Flawed Knowledge.

After a few minutes, Ivan learned how to open up the wall-integrated wardrobe where sets of the [Worlds Academy]s uniforms were seen in pairs. A winter, summer, and casual wear uniform sets in pairs were placed in the wardrobe, hung on the hangers. Of course, the size of the uniform was humongous as if made to be wrapped around one's body rather than wearing it, but the uniform shrunk to the wearer's body shape after being worn.

He wore a casual set, which had a black zipped collar full-sleeved T-shirt, purple trousers, black shoes, and black belt; of course, the uniform wasn't really compulsory as they could buy other comfortable sets of clothes with the capital they themselves earn after the academy officially allows them to.

Adorning himself in that uniform that was unlike any uniform he had seen, Ivan contacted S-23 and walked out of the door, only to find Zilla and Nu standing patiently while S-23, who was still plugged into the wall strode forward as the wires slithered back into the wall which shut tightly soon after, erasing ever proof of the cavity's existence.

Minutes later, Ivan, Nu, Zilla, and S-23 arrived at the auditorium which was packed with cadets, while the stage that had their attention was filled with professors and trainers. The stage was also pristine white similar to that of the rest of the academy for what the cadets had seen, but the humongous, nearly 75-feet tall, wall behind them that had meter sized cuboids, rotating hypnotizingly in a horizontal orbit rather suspiciously.

A 6 feet tall man who looked like a muscle monster stood at the podium with an imposing aura around him; from the beginning till the end which was hours long, the man did his absolute best to make the cadets bored out of their minds, with bullshit about them, the academic staff, believing in the cadets to do their best and not let the academy's name down and what not.

But the confusing thing was, why did the man care?

Or, who were there to care?

From what Ivan had learned, there was nothing in the current world except for monsters and people within the academy. How and what would they-----who had nearly no choice except to join either the academy, which was the safest option or be put on the death's row by joining the adventurers guild-----do that could potentially improve the academy's name in the middle of nowhere?

After almost half of the cadets had a refreshing nap that extended out to nearly an hour, the man at the podium ended his speech, and made way to the vice-chairman of the academy, who was drooling as he enjoyed his sleep.

After a few seconds of awkward silence among the professors and hilarious giggles sounding among the cadets, "Oh, is it my turn?" The man with blood red hair and golden irises with vertically dilated pupils, adorned in a red coloured classy suit, stood up after he uncrossed his legs and walked to the podium.

"Good morn- oh! My apologies. Sir Wymond Bushe's speech so excellent that I didn't even notice the passage of time." He said with a chuckle, garnering muffled but loud enough laughter from the cadets, who woke up thanks to the man's near roar-like, voice.

"Good afternoon, younglings! I'm Drakoth Oswin, the [Worlds Academy]'s Vice-chairman; you can call me Draco for short!" Draco exclaimed, making the people above thirties feel embarrassed hearing him call them "younglings."

"Let's see....." Draco mumbled under his breath as his gaze scrunched at everybody, who felt naked under his glimmering golden eyes.

Soon, his gaze paused on Ivan as they dilated in shock and confusion; with a brilliant golden flicker in his eyes, the world stopped, of course, it was only in their, Draco's and Ivan's, perceptions.

"Ho?!" Ivan exclaimed under his breath as he sat straight on his white chair. Though the chair seemed small compared to his height and looked weird with him sitting straight, the strange near-domineering aura that his magic power involuntarily oozed made it hard for people to judge him.

That aside;

Gazing into each other's eyes, their hearts began to palpitate.

Dragons! It is a domineering name, that was often used to display majesty and pride!

The creatures of such majesty and pride bore the moniker Dragon! Such creatures too had obvious flaws as all intelligent creatures. They were prideful, arrogant, and greedy. And when such flaws are combined, another flaw could be identified, and that was "territorial!"

Dragons were extremely territorial creatures.

And in its presence, no other intelligent creature is allowed to exist without being under its sovereignty, not even the creatures of its own kind.

"He is a Dragon." Ivan muttered in understanding as he sat, still as calmly as ever, while Draco furrowed his eyes that lingered on Ivan for a few seconds then he turned away, gazing at the others.

"..... Seems like humans knowledge is flawed even in this world...." Ivan muttered with a slight frown. He thought about Sir Velor's words, which had helped him create a foundation that he had believed to be solid, but thanks to Draco's presence, Ivan understood that the knowledge known to mankind, ignoring the major authorities, was flawed and there could be many unpredictable ramifications in his plans.

'Though I would like things to be in my knowledge, I can't expect everything to go according to my plan, so rather than hoping for the impossible I should get strong enough to respond to every situation that's out of my control....' His millenniums in the [Five Worlds Of Hell] and in the [Unknown World] had always been unpredictable, but he could retaliate against the unprecedented and unpredictable thanks to his prowess, but

The current Ivan was weak.

The weakest, according to the [System].

"I should get stronger..... Faster." Ivan mumbled.

And,

At that instance, his eyes glimmered in a strange light but disappeared by the next instance.

And while Ivan pondered over increasing and unsealing his abilities, Drakoth had began to speak exuberantly, making the "younglings" enjoy the opening ceremony; as the speech ended, Drakoth revealed an jubilantly welcomed shock.

"Now, from the [Worlds Academy], you all will be given a chance to choose one [Rank-F] skill from our storage! Do choose wisely!" Drakoth stated at the jubilant crowd and disappeared from the podium and wasn't seen again.

The bots allocated to the [Cadets] walked out of the door they had walked into after they had showed the way to the auditorium room to their respective owners. S-23 walked towards Ivan and began to guide him after making sure he was willing to go select his skill right now after recommending him to think over which type of skill he would choose and which type of stat the skill would influence, because if the chosen skill influences agility stat then his skill set would lean more towards agility as he progresses further.

'Hopefully, I'll find a new way to play with magic.....'