Arceus pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a deep breath.
His chamber, once a sanctuary of tranquility and profound study, now felt like a chaotic battleground for his patience.
Alex stood before him, grinning smugly despite having died over a hundred times in the past hours.
"Alright," Arceus growled, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel. "You want to prove yourself worthy? Then you will complete a task.
Only then will I even consider you as my disciple."
Alex's eyes lit up with excitement. "Name it! I'm ready for anything."
If he somehow managed to be the student of a [Grand Mage], then it could mean unlocking more spells and power.
Basically, he couldn't afford to disappoint.
He could come back infinitely, but if Arceus felt like it, the Grand Mage could potentially just curse Alex or deal [Soul Damage] to him.
Arceus sneered. "Oh, I don't think you understand the gravity of what you're asking.
