The Academy's Strongest Undercover Professor

As we walked inside the tribe, I noticed that everyone looked practically the same as the guard, even the women. They were all extremely pale, extremely muscular, and very tall. What Olivia had told us definitely made a lot of sense at the moment.

I also looked around and noticed that it truly wasn\'t a technology-advanced village. Most of their houses were tipis apart from one, which was most likely the one the chief was sleeping in.

I also noticed something else. I couldn\'t see a single child in the village for some reason. Still, I pushed those thoughts in the back of my mind as they were much more important things to think about.

Their motives.

Why were they here?

What were they looking for?

I wanted the answers to those questions as a priority.

"Only you enter. Rest, stay outside." The guard said as he pointed at me.

I nodded instantly as I didn\'t believe they would do anything to my students. After all, even if they were quite ancient and not used to how the world was currently progressing. I believed they had good values.

However, I still had that same feeling in the back of my mind about this place. There was an obnoxious energy surrounding it as if protecting it from intruders. But I couldn\'t figure out what it was.

Nevertheless, as I entered the small house, I was met with the sight of a very old man sitting on a chair, relaxing.

This man looked nothing like those I had seen outside, which was surprising. I had expected him to be the strongest in the village, especially for an ancient time when strength was most likely the only thing that truly mattered. However, that was the exact opposite in this case. This man looked sickly.

"Young one, come and sit."

I nodded as I glanced into his eyes and felt shivers run down the back of my spine.

\'What was that?\'

"Mhm…you have quite a complicated past. I see. So, that is why you are in the Snowy Mountains. Interesting."

The man spoke on his own as he looked at me sitting down. He muttered some words out of his mouth, and I was able to catch most of them, making me frown in an instant.

He was talking as if he had learned about all of my past in a few seconds, which was obviously impossible.

"What do you mean? How do you know why I\'m here in the Snowy Mountains?"

"Your memories. I read them."

The frown on my face accentuated. "What do you mean? You can access my memories?"

"Yes. It\'s a power I was given by our God at birth in exchange for having this weak and sickly body."

"Your God? Who is that?"

The old man closed his head and shook his head. "I\'m sorry, young one. I cannot tell you."

"Just how far back into my memories can you see?"

The old man had a smile on his face this time around. He seemed to know why I was so worried, which made me even more angry.

"I won\'t reveal details about your life, young one. You must not worry. You have a pure soul and a pure mind."

I was wondering why he was calling me a young one, but I simply thought that it was out of respect to me. So, I quickly went over it. However, the moment he mentioned the presence of a God. I understood the energy that I had been feeling about this place. They had a God protecting them from intruders, as far as I could tell.

I had never gotten in contact with a god in my life. But I had seen it happen while I was at war. I did manage to contact Mother Nature in the past, but I do not consider her to be God. She\'s a different existence entirely.

"What do you mean by pure soul and mind?" I asked him.

"Pure intentions. You are not evil. I can see it."

I nodded. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, young one."

"Your guard outside mentioned the presence of bad energy roaming around the Snowy Mountains. Is that bad energy, demonic energy?"

The old man closed his eyes for a few moments, thinking deeply about the answer that he would give me.

During those short seconds, I analyzed the man before me, and I had to admit that he was extremely weird. Seeing the memories of people without them being able to feel it. There was a chance that he had glimpsed at my past life, but I wasn\'t sure about it.

Then, after a few seconds, his eyes opened once more.

"I\'m not sure if it is demonic energy. However, there is a demonic presence within the Snowy Mountains. It must be related to that Zero you keep thinking about over and over again," he said with a stifled laugh.

However, as he said that. I shook my head. Zero wasn\'t a demon. I was sure of that; I had touched him, and I knew fully well that he wasn\'t a demon.

"That\'s impossible. Zero cannot be a demon. I made sure of it."

The old man raised his hand very slowly with his palm open. "I did not say that it is him. However, I can say that the demonic presence is related to him."

"How can you be sure?"

The old man released a sigh as he pushed against the handles of his wooden chair, barely being able to stand up. "I will show you."

He walked away from the living room where we were sat and headed toward another room, which had a red curtain to hide was what behind it.

Then, he moved the curtains and revealed a woman sleeping on a bed with her purple veins. She seemed to be trying to resist the demonic energy coursing through her body.

I had seen such things happen often in the past, and once the demonization started, there was no way around it. That girl was good as dead as far as I knew.

"This girl met Zero and fought against him. He was the one who infected her."

\'But how can he inject demonic energy into her body? He\'s not a demon…\'