Chapter 1062: Chapter 1049: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger? Be Careful Not to Get Slaughtered Like a Pig Chapter 1062: Chapter 1049: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger? Be Careful Not to Get Slaughtered Like a Pig “In this lesson, I shall begin teaching you noble children the Ancient Gune script…” Inside a luxurious palace, a man with a refined demeanor and two antennae on his head smiled as he announced the lesson’s content.

Then, a group of children of various sizes all pulled out their textbooks from the desks in front of them and assumed a serious attitude for listening to the lesson.

Among them, at a desk in the front row, Muria also took out a Chinese language textbook and listened to the teacher’s lecture expressionlessly.

He was still an infant under two years old. Indeed, while ordinary children were still learning to talk and walk, he had been sent by his mother to the classroom to begin the royal education mandatory for a member of the Gai Nation’s Royal Family.

Until that point, Muria had not shown any remarkable traits, pretending to be like any regular child. Nonetheless, he was seated here without any choice in the matter.

Muria realized that his identity made being low-profile utterly useless. Whether one had extraordinary talent or lackluster abilities, everyone was compelled to receive education once they reached a certain age, whether they could learn or not.

At that moment, while Muria was attentively listening to the lecture, very faint snoring sounds suddenly reached his ears. Hearing this, Muria slightly turned his head and immediately saw a child only slightly older than himself, probably around two years old, soundly asleep with his head on the desk.

This little rascal had caught Muria’s attention a while back; he had been sleeping since he first arrived in the classroom. He completely ignored all the noise and clamor around him, instead finding it more conducive to sleep, to the point where he now began to snore.

When the snoring began, the lecturing scholar paused for a moment but then continued teaching as if nothing happened. As a linguist, he could fully empathize with the struggle the children in front of him faced.

After all, learning languages is quite an unpleasant subject. Moreover, these royals, born superior to others, were expected to master at least ten languages before they reached adulthood.

It was a requirement for those of royal blood, and it was only one aspect of their studies. There were other subjects they needed to learn as well.

The pressure of being a royal was immense, beyond what commoners could imagine. So, to this scholar, being born into royalty was not a stroke of fortune but rather a great torment, especially for those with less aptitude for learning; it was practically like hell.

Therefore, the teacher did not disturb the little rascal lying in the front row, still deep in sleep; he understood that at their age, children should be lying in bed, not sitting in a classroom listening to arcane linguistic lessons.

When the Academy’s bell rang, signaling the end of the morning lessons, every royal member in the classroom showed a relieved expression, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Then, a group of servants dressed as handmaids entered the Academy and started to attend to their masters. By Muria’s side, two charming handmaids also appeared.

He was just an infant, barely able to walk steadily, and his mother was aware of this, hence she had specially assigned a group of handmaids to take care of him.

Yet, despite understanding his youthful age, his mother was unsparingly strict in sending him into the school for lessons that could overwhelm even adults.

“I can no longer hide my incompetence,” Muria thought helplessly as the handmaids picked him up. He had always been average in his performance—neither stupid nor particularly smart.

However, since encountering the royal curriculum a few days ago, his current level of performance was insufficient to cope with the lessons at hand.

For his present identity, mediocrity was a sin. He had to be a genius, for if he played the pig to eat the tiger, he would indeed be treated like a pig for slaughter.

By noon, after having a rather exquisite lunch and a rest period that would seem too short for ordinary people, the afternoon lessons began.

The morning was spent sitting in the classroom listening to scholarly lectures. In contrast, the afternoon was dedicated to physical and martial training, offering classes like fencing, cavalry lance, archery… everything related to battle had to be learned, also a necessary part of royal education.

Such lessons, however, were not yet necessary for royals of Muria’s age. He simply sat on the sidelines and watched, as at their age, they were far too short and could not even lift the lightest weapon.

Muria sat on the lawn at the edge of the Training Ground, watching his older royal siblings train strenuously in the field. Beside him were five or six young children fast asleep,
basking in the bright sunlight while lying on the grass, deeply asleep. Comparatively, Muria, sitting cross-legged, was quite conspicuous, but no one disturbed him because of it.

Normally, the young troublemakers sleeping next to him would be expected to do as Muria did, sitting and watching their older siblings learn how to fight.

“What is my reincarnated body now?”

Although his eyes were looking ahead, Muria had no interest in watching a group of children train; he was exploring the “treasures” hidden within his reincarnated body.

He had already figured out that while there were many ordinary human residents in this world, these humans only resembled actual humans in appearance. In essence, they were entirely different, as normal humans wouldn’t grow bizarre organs on their bodies.

In this world, all humans possessed some special powers to a greater or lesser extent, inherent from birth, and considered gifts from the heavens.

However, for the commoners at the very bottom, the power within them was so diluted as to be nearly negligible. As such, their bodies showed no anomalies and resembled that of ordinary people.

But once the power inside an ordinary person multiplied. Their physical form would transform, and what kind of transformation would occur depended on the nature of the power within them.

For example, the Gai Royal Family into which Muria was now born, each member was born with certain abnormalities not found in regular humans, and that was their hallmark of being part of the Gai Royal Family—it proved they were superior to ordinary people from birth.

“This power, it’s somewhat like the force of a bloodline, but it isn’t!” Muria carefully studied the source of power in his reincarnated body. He had long located the extraordinary power within, a blackish-red force, complex in nature and possessing immense destructiveness.

“The power of the Gai Royal Family initially causes a pair of horns to grow on the forehead, and they can’t be concealed!” Muria touched his forehead, feeling two sharp protrusions on either side – inherent traits following his reincarnation.

These horns were proof of his status in the Gai Royal Family. Those older princes and princesses training with various weapons on the training ground also had similar horns on their heads.

The horns atop their heads were one size larger than those on Muria’s forehead. As royalty, they took pride in their horns, and generally, the bigger the horns, the higher the status.

“If I reveal my true Dragon Form, will these people simply make me king?” Muria thought mischievously, finding his reincarnation world somewhat troublesome.

His true Dragon King form grew an additional pair of Dragon Horns when he successfully advanced to the epic level. Now, just like his grandfather Dimos, he had four pairs of crown-like Dragon Horns on his head.

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“Waaah, I don’t want to go to class, I want to play, I want to sleep. I don’t want to study.”

In the early morning, as Muria was brough to the Academy by a handmaid to prepare for the morning’s lessons, he witnessed a little brat clutching his handmaid’s leg, refusing to let go.

Seeing this, the other slightly older royals ready to attend class ignored the scene completely. After all, strictly speaking, aside from their blood relation, they had no other interaction, resulting in an extraordinarily cold relationship with each other.

But coincidentally, several young children’s schedule to attend class overlapped that day. One cried, setting off the others, resulting in a group of tots wailing at the entrance of the Academy, stubbornly refusing to enter.

At this moment, Muria stood out prominently again, as he quietly watched from the side, completely detached.

Initially, Muria had no intention of getting involved upon witnessing the scene. However, noticing that the commotion seemed to grow louder, prompting a servant waiting near the Academy to rush out as if to report to someone, he acted.

Hence, Muria patted the handmaid holding him, signaling her to bring him over to the ringleader of the crying children.

“Stop crying already, don’t you know it’s annoying?” Muria landed on the ground and, looking sternly at the kid who refused to release his handmaid’s leg, spoke commandingly.

“I don’t want to study, I want to play, I want to sleep.”

As if Muria had said nothing, the little brat continued to bawl, lost in his own world.

“I said, no crying.” Muria reached out and pinched the soft, chubby cheek of the child in front of him, who was slightly bigger than him, and gave it a tug.

At this point, the handmaid who had her leg hugged by the little brat wanted to say something upon seeing Muria’s action but fell silent after Muria glanced her way, shutting her mouth obediently and daring not to utter a word.

“Crying won’t solve anything. Will you be able to skip class if you cry? If you cry for too long, you’ll only end up hurting yourself. Since it doesn’t solve anything, why cry?”

Hearing Muria’s words, the brat who was weeping suddenly paused, then biting his finger, he appeared to ponder. It seemed to make sense, and gradually, he quieted down.

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