自慰走绳playy荡学院

The golden rays pierced through the glass and transparent curtains, bright and gentle, the spreading warmth made one’s mood light up involuntarily. On the bed, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were bright and clear like the stars, her complexion like white jade, and her features were dignified and noble. At this moment, under the light laziness of the afternoon, she appeared exceptionally stunning.

Lying on the bed, Mathilda Ward gazed out of the bright window in a daze, seemingly still not fully awake.

After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on Mathilda Ward’s face, “Keep going, it’s almost there, it’s almost over,” the girl said, sitting up from the bed.

Soon, dressed in a blue outfit with a purple lace long skirt, Mathilda Ward walked out of the room, her gaze subconsciously glancing towards the sofa. There, Jack Clark sat quietly in a black suit, holding a white book that was transformed from a Secret Book; his eyes contained countless rune illusions spinning, mysterious and unfathomable.

At this moment, sensing Mathilda Ward’s emergence, Jack Clark slowly retracted his focus from the Secret Book.

“Brother Callum, how far have you progressed with the Secret Book?” Mathilda Ward’s eyes revealed a touch of curiosity.

Since knowing Jack Clark, he spent almost all his time during the day pondering over the Secret Book, never missing a moment whenever he had the chance.

Even Mathilda Ward was somewhat amazed by such persistent resolve. Years earlier, she had accompanied her father and seen many geniuses. There were monsters like Brudos, who, at the age of twenty, had made a breakthrough to the Seventh Layer Heaven and followed an unconventional path in the cultivation of Genetic Martial Arts, or the young talents of the mech-type.

Besides them, she had also seen several Descendants of the King and Innate Awakened Ones.

But there were few like Jack Clark, who, after achieving such young success, remained unflustered and cultivated with an even more arduous and steady approach.

After all, young people all have the nature of youth, and their mindset often changes after a phase of surpassing all their peers.

Faced with Mathilda Ward’s inquiry, Jack Clark thought for a moment, “It’s almost complete.”

There was nothing about this progress that needed to be hidden.

Instantly, Mathilda Ward was taken aback, then said with some astonishment, “…what, you’ve already created your Secret Book? How is that possible?” Jack Clark shook his head, “Not all of it, just the seventh layer.”

Even so, Mathilda Ward’s face showed shock.

Just the seventh layer, but it also represented that the overall outline, foundation, core rune structure, etc., had been completely deduced, which was virtually no different from having created the entire Secret Book.

The contents of the eighth and ninth layers would extend step by step from the structure of the seventh layer.

What shocked Mathilda Ward was that it had only been a month since Jack Clark started creating the Secret Book, and he had already managed to invent a Top-tier Secret Manual from nothing.

This… even she didn’t know what to say.

Knowing that even those high-ranking powerhouses of the Ninth Heavens took years to create a common Secret Manual based on themselves, one could understand how astounding it was for Jack Clark to accomplish this in a month. Especially considering he was creating and deducing from the state of the Sixth Layer Heaven, rather than reverse engineering after having reached the end of the path.

Mathilda Ward’s eyes flickered with admiration, “I feel the Federation’s assessment of your talent might be a bit too low. Even the so-called Unparalleled Genius is not as exaggerated as you.”

“Even Jonathan Walker, more than a decade ago, took three months to create his Secret Manual between the Sixth and Seventh Layer Heaven.”

In response to Mathilda Ward’s praise, Jack Clark shook his head, “The reason the Secret Manual could be perfected so quickly probably has to do with the fact that I condensed the Godly Dragon Elephant runes.”

‘Creating something based on the same origin is much simpler than creating something from nothing.”

Of course, Jack Clark was being modest; by now the Secret Manual had already diverged greatly from the Godly Dragon Elephant, and he attributed this as an acceptable reason for everyone else.

His rapid progress related to his contemplation of Innate Space Runes, as well as possessing the Void Double Pupils that allowed him to glimpse at reality, solving the biggest issue.

The body wrapped in Innate Space Runes was capable of bearing all, coupled with his comprehensive mastery of the attributes of the Thunderflame Emperor Beast, his progress was naturally swift.

This period of time, it would be more accurate to say he was modifying rather than creating. Therefore, he did not consider himself to be particularly remarkable.

After all, his rapid achievement was due to other reasons, and not because he had truly created a Secret Manual from nothing in a month.

At this moment, a knock came from outside, and Crystal Boyce walked in. Mathilda Ward asked curiously, “Aunt Boyce, weren’t you at the Training Institute?”

“Somethingcame up, so I came back,” she replied.

Upon saying that, Crystal Boyce looked toward Jack Clark, hesitating before saying, “Mr. Callum, a king-level strong man would like to meet with you.” “A king-level, wants to see me?” Jack Clark expressed surprise, for he did not recall knowing any King-level strong man.

Crystal Boyce nodded, “Yes, please hold on a moment.”

As she spoke, Crystal Boyce took out a metal disc and operated it; snowflakes danced on the large screen hanging on the wall, and the image of a man in his sixties appeared.

The man had gray at his temples, and just by standing there, an invisible pressure spread through the screen, giving off a sense of loftiness, as if he was a ‘god’ looking down on all creation.

Crystal Boyce spoke politely, “Hello, Alcos Throne.”

Despite the imposing aura, the elder’s gaze was very gentle, and his voice was old, “Ms. Boyce, Miss Ward, and this young Mr. Clark, I apologize for the disturbance.”

Mathilda Ward hurriedly responded politely, “Alcos Throne, you are a senior;

it’s the younger generation who should greet you first.”

Jack Clark also greeted respectfully, “Greetings to you, Alcos Throne.”

For a King-level figure to be so courteous was quite a surprise for Jack Clark, and he felt a certain respect for that. This was the breadth of mind and manner befitting a true powerhouse.