Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

A teacher's duty is to impart knowledge and wisdom, educate students, and address their queries.

If William hadn't beca teacher, it might have been a different story, but since he was one, he would continue the class as long as there was even one student present.

"There are only three of you left, csit at the front," William said calmly.

The girl in the front row propped her elbows on the desk, cradling her head in her hands, smiling at William and said softly, "Teacher, I'm right here."

William chose to ignore her crush-addicted demeanor...

He never imagined that being a teacher would also require relying on good looks to keep students in the class.

And what was with the makeup on this young girl's face?

A perfectly good face, made up to look like a ghost.

The bespectacled boy sitting in the middle said, "Teacher, my eyesight isn't very good, I can't sit too close. This spot is just right for me."

The small, timid child in the back row spoke in a low voice, "Teacher, I can hear from here."

As he spoke, his head was almost buried in the desk, then he shrank like an ostrich, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz—probably only someone like William could hear him.

"Since that's the case, I'll start with a brief introduction of myself." As he spoke, William turned and wrote his non the whiteboard with a black marker, "My nis William Johnson, you can callMr. Johnson, and I am... twenty-six years old."

While preparing for the class, William had forgotten to mention his age, but his driver's license should say he was twenty-six now.

"Wow, teacher, you're twenty-six!" The girl in the first row looked at the non the whiteboard and murmured, "William, such a stable name, and your handwriting is so beautiful."

"Just eight years older than me, that's nice..."

William: "…"

The bespectacled boy looked intently at William, waiting for what was next.

As for the small child in the last row, he continued to shrink his head, sneakily watching William.

William paused, then continued, "As I mentioned earlier, I'll be teaching you about the habits, characteristics, and strength levels of Mutated creatures, as well as the traits of plants after mutation. This won't directly increase your personal strength, so if you want to leave, I have no objections."

The girl in the first row shook her head and said, "I'm already strong enough, I don't need to get stronger."

William glanced at her, a novice Soulmancer level...

Well, she was probably one of the better students.

The bespectacled boy spoke earnestly, "Teacher, getting stronger isn't just about personal combat ability. I prefer to solve problems in the simplest and quickest way, so I think the knowledge you're teaching is very useful."

Impressive awareness.

As for the kid in the last row, he simply stayed quiet.

William didn't bother with student introductions,he just started teaching. As an elective course teacher, who knew if he'd have a new batch of students next class!

In a forty-minute lesson, William covered the habits, weaknesses, and combat methods of three types of Mutated creatures around Mount Olympus. He wrote everything down on the whiteboard in great detail.

"Mutated creatures might be getting stronger every day. What I'm teaching you are their habits and weaknesses, which generally don't change. If you remember these, they should be useful when you encounter them in battle."

At the end of the class, William felt that such courses should ideally be mandatory, as many students currently focused solely on enhancing their own strength and tended to overlook this kind of knowledge.

Mutated creatures and humans were currently hard to coexist peacefully,calling them adversaries wasn't an exaggeration. Not knowing how strong your enemy is, isn't a good thing.

Especially the students in this school, most of whom didn't have exceptional talents. Those with real talent were usually taken away by large Soulmancer organizations and specialized agencies for individual training. So even if these students becstronger, their potential was quite limited.

Once they becadults, if a war broke out between humans and Mutated creatures, most of them would end up as cannon fodder...

Of course, if someone's personal strength was too weak, even knowing this information might not be very meaningful.

For instance, if you know that a mutated wolf's weakness is its belly, but you're too weak to strike it, you'd likely becfood in the first round of the wolf's attack.

William saw things quite clearly, but this was all he could do. Being a teacher at the school gave him a sense of participation in these apocalyptic times.

William pondered for a moment, "Currently, there are no such books, but there will be soon."

He had been considering this issue too. Rather than teaching each student individually, publishing a book for students to read themselves would be more efficient and convenient.

Civilizations are often built on the knowledge preserved in books, which can also spread cultural knowledge faster and more conveniently than oral traditions.

"Teacher, I think you explain things very well, and your voice is very pleasant to listen to." The girl in the first row was nearly swooning. Mr. Johnson's handsfeatures were flawless from every angle, his physique impeccable, his handwriting pleasing to the eye, and his voice so gentle.

Oh my!

If only she could have a boyfriend like him!

William chose to ignore the girl in the first row.

The bespectacled boy also ignored the girl and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Mr. Johnson, if that's the case, did you compile all this information about the Mutated creatures and plants yourself?"

"Yes!" William didn't deny it, but he sensed that something unexpected might happen.

"That means you must be extremely powerful, Mr. Johnson!" the bespectacled young man asked. "Mr. Johnson, when is your next class?"

"I teach this class at the stevery day."

William only had one class per day, a schedule arranged by Garen, who, recognizing William's stature, dared not burden him with more.

"I'll cagain tomorrow." The bespectacled boy stood up, bowed to William, and then left the classroom without making any impolite requests, only saying before he left, "Mr. Johnson, my nis Jasper Ingram."

William noticed that this kid was quite perceptive. His combat skills might not be strong, but his analytical abilities were impressive. Such people are suited for behind-the-scenes roles.

Perhaps, he would be better suited to learning how to set up powerful magic circles...

If this kid learned to set up powerful magic circles, just activating one could be devastating.

"Mr. Johnson, are you really that strong?"

The girl in the first row, always seeking William's attention, boldly asked.

William smiled and replied, "I'm alright, not too strong."