She started laughing hysterically.

"The s-second strongest m-man's…"

She began laughing loudly again.

"H-has a disciple…."

"W-who's worse than….. a t-ten-year old!"

"Oh man, good luck teaching me!" She slapped his back while wiping the tears from her eyes.

He was confused at her reaction. Shouldn't it be her that should be sad?

Suddenly, it dawned in him.

Whether she was talentless or not in magic, it wouldn't affect her at all! She's already an exceptional fighter!

The one who would be affected, is him!

He is known around the world to be the one of the strongest magic-user! And if the others heard that his first disciple that he begged to take in, was a talentless magic user…. It would be the biggest humiliation he will ever receive! He'll be the laughingstock of the world!

And so he has no choice but to teach her everything from scratch! And who knows how long it will take her to be at least intermediate level?! If he's lucky, he'll make it in 20 years! But he really will be an old man by that time!

Solomon silently lamented at his choice.

If it wasn't for the sake of research, he wouldn't have taken her in!

But then, while Inna was still snickering, there was another ring of a bell.

This made Solomon snap out of his misery.

How could I forget!

Her Innate Talent!

The shock must've been too much for him that he actually forgot the most important thing.

With his fingers crossed and silently pleading the heavens for a miracle, he muttered an incantation.

Another ring echoed throughout the room before the floating letters started to move around.

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Name: Ingrid Lidden

Age: 17 years old

Optimal Apt.i.tude: Mixed Talent

Combat

Innate Talent = Fighter

Specialization = Error. External Chaotic Variables interference.

Secondary Talent = None.

Talent level Limit = ●!○@●%◎*○&●^◎

Magic

Innate Talent = Triple Magic User

Secondary Talent = None

Talent level Limit = Unidentified. External Chaotic Variables interference in calculations.

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Huh?

What happened to the results?

Solomon scrunched up his brows.

Innate talent Fighter?

External Chaotic Variables?

What's up with the Talent Limit?

What are those strange symbols?

Among the results, the only thing Solomon actually understood was the 'Triple Magic User.' The rest made him feel like rubbing his eyes to see if what he's seeing is actually real.

"Hey...." Inna said softly. Her eyes were glued towards the Fighter section. But before Inna can ask about it, Solomon spoke up.

"I think the magic array is contaminated. Or malfunctioning. Or it caught your craziness. I've never seen results like these before." Solomon said while intently staring at the results.

"If we were to try and decipher these, I'd say, you'll be good with anything you choose to focus on in the Fighter cla.s.s. And the same case for the magic as well."

Then, trying to ease the atmosphere, he smiled at her, showing the slight wrinkles near his eyes.

"And to think I'll live to see another fellow Triple Magic user flourish."

Suddenly, Solomon's eyes was filled with determination.

"I don't care anymore if you're illiterate in magic! With my brains, my training, and my resources, I'll make you become one of the strongest, like me!"

"And of course, I would need to study this matter carefully as well. It must be related to that 'soulless' state that you had."

With that, he happily hopped off the stairs and ushered Inna back to the room. Inna wanted to ask a question but then, he dashed out the door with eyes greedy for new information.

Having no choice, she climbed on her fluffy bed and stared at the white ceilings. On her arrival here, she wasn't actually able to notice the small details in her stay. Now that she was left alone to relax, she finally looked closely at the room she was in.

Her room was actually really huge. Three vans might probably fit in the room. It was designed like one of those western Victorian bedrooms with the brown and white tones, giving it an antique looking touch. The furnis.h.i.+ngs all looked expensive and high quality. She had a dresser, a tall closet, a table and two sofas with a coffee table at the side. Her white bed is the size of a king sized bed and it even had a canopy that made her feel like a princess. The only thing that ruins the room's beauty was the stack of weapons, and clumsily discarded armor scattered by the side of the room. But even when tried to get her mind off things by looking around the room, she can't help but contemplate about the results.

She was sure of what she saw. Although for some reason, she wasn't sure how Solomon was unable to see it, but she saw it clearly.

In the Combat section, by the Talent level limit, there was a Latin word.

And she remembered those moments when Bob taught her a bit of Latin.

The floating word shown by the stone was "Mors."

Which roughly means….

Death.