Chapter 703 Reporters
The scientists couldn't deny that the array of spells above their heads had filled them with fear. Even the three fourth-level warriors knew they were outclassed, and that feeling didn't disappear after the various spears and needles vanished.
Every eye in the classroom fell back on Khan, and realizations unfolded. The experts were rational and perceptive people. They could see right through Khan, and terror spread.
Khan didn't move. He didn't focus or sweat. Everyone understood that he wasn't even trying, but the outcome had been overwhelming nonetheless. Those techniques were as easy as breathing for him but could still produce outstanding effects.
The scientists weren't seasoned warriors but had seen many geniuses in real life and through recordings. Yet, that simple demonstration filled them with a firm certainty. Khan was a true and unparalleled monster.
Of course, the network was already flooded with similar rumors and official reports, but seeing Khan's power first-hand left a deeper impression on the scientists. Many actually started wondering whether the news was watered down to hide how strong he truly was.
Usually, high-status figures would be happy to have such an incredible soldier fighting for them. However, the situation was complicated due to the political and scientific implications. Unparalleled strength often prevented any chance of control, and some experts wanted to have leverage over Khan. This material is derived from n0v£lbin•
Khan let the silence stretch to inspect the scientists' reactions. He didn't expect the general awe since it was too pure for figures who wanted to exploit him, but everything else felt normal.
'Maybe they are more upright than I thought,' Khan considered.
Eventually, Abraham lifted his hand, and Khan allowed him to break the silence by nodding. "Major, I'm afraid I don't understand. You clearly have mastered both theories to invent a new field. How can't you directly translate such a new field?"
The question was almost inevitable, and Abraham had worded it far better than the tanned woman. Khan even had to hold back a sigh. Abraham's doubt was on point, but Khan couldn't let him believe that. Luckily, he had prepared a suitable justification.
"Humans don't explore this too much," Khan announced, "But the mana has wildly different properties, especially in my case."
Even without mentioning the mana anomaly, the experts agreed with Khan. His element was too unique and wild to fit with the rest of the field.
"I can't create a general method because I never mastered it," Khan continued. "I always adapted every technique to my unique situation. What I know works because I'm the one using it."
The explanation solved some doubts but gave birth to new ones. After all, Khan could do the opposite since he had already adapted general techniques to his situation. He could even reach similar results by working on individual cases.
Still, Khan didn't want the Global Army to force him to create individual techniques for every promising individual. He would waste years of his life on a task that was potentially endless otherwise, so he continued to address the topic.
"The Global Army probably wants to recreate my techniques through synthetic mana," Khan added. "I wouldn't even know where to begin there. That's why I'll leave that part to you, esteemed experts."
"I'm not surprised," Monica admitted. "You are the best the new generation has to offer. Many think you'll change all those old geezers are currently teaching."
"They weren't all old," Khan pointed out, "And has my lovely fiancée anything to do with those beliefs?"
"It's not my fault if they keep asking for my honest opinion," Monica said, feigning innocence. "I'm already refraining from saying I like your ring better."
Khan couldn't help but glance at Monica's left hand. She wore both rings, but the luxurious one came from her family. As much as she liked its meaning, she still preferred the simple one bought by Khan.
"I should be lucky they aren't asking about our personal life," Khan chuckled.
"Oh, they are," Monica nodded, "But I don't give them any details. You have enough sluts chasing you as it is."
"We are literally engaged," Khan commented.
"We don't want anyone thinking you might accept a mistress," Monica said.
"Is it common among married descendants?" Khan wondered. "You know, today's lesson made me think about Jenna."
"You keep that witch and any other slut out of your mind," Monica warned, glaring at Khan, "Or I'll take things into my own hands."
"Like you did last night?" Khan teased.
"And this morning," Monica snorted.
"I'm pretty sure this morning was all me," Khan responded.
"You ruined my favorite lingerie again," Monica snorted again, "So it was all me."
"It was worth it," Khan smirked, and Monica tried to pout, but her mouth broke into a smile when he kissed her.
"Come on, dear," Monica called, wrapping her arms around Khan's neck. "Deal with the interviews and take me home. I miss you."
"We should hurry then," Khan stated, taking Monica's waist into his hands.
"I instructed the driv-," Monica tried to say, but a short scream interrupted her line. Khan had jumped off the roof, taking her with him.
"You scoundrel!" Monica shouted, but her scream soon turned into a laugh. Her tension vanished as she let Khan handle every aspect of the flight. Her sole interest became holding tight and kissing him, which was exactly what she did as Khan descended toward the crowd of reporters.