Andrew had no idea—in fact, besides the president and his wife, no one knew—that apart from "pretending to have a tense relationship," the two had made an agreement: they needed to maintain a distance from each other and each keep some "secrets only they knew."

This meant there had to be some important things that only the president knew and could not tell Lady Yi Lian. Likewise, there must be other important matters that only Lady Yi Lian knew and couldn't tell the president.

It was as if they were guarding against someone noticing when all the important information was exchanged!

Pretending to have a tense relationship also seemed to be to lower someone's guard.

"Are you saying that child Andrew...is no ordinary mage?"

Lady Yi Lian was shocked.

Seeing her husband had no intention of further explaining, she frowned and said: "So about why exactly Andrew is extraordinary, why you valued him so highly even before he arrived at Warm Fire City—you don't plan on telling me? Is this the secret you want to keep? Just like I never told you about my progress with the Deep Blue Magic Tower over the years?"

Beiru nodded.

Lady Yi Lian thought for a moment, shook her head and gritted her teeth: "I still can't accept it. Not telling you about my integration with the Deep Blue Magic Tower doesn't affect anyone. But now you're forcing Andrew to accept your special training plan, he could really die!"

At this, Lady Yi Lian instinctively lowered her voice, but her tone became more agitated: "Not to mention Andrew has already made a huge contribution to the 'Fire Creation Plan,' and just regarding his relationship with Barbara, aren't you worried that if he dies during the special training, our daughter will blame you for life—"

"Yes, I don't care anymore." President Beiru interrupted Lady Yi Lian, his expression as cold and unfamiliar as his indifferent tone, "If Andrew truly dies during the special training, then...I have no choice."

Lady Yi Lian: "..."

She looked into her husband's eyes, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word for a moment.

After a long silence, Lady Yi Lian finally spoke again: "I see, so the time we have left is not much, is it?"

Earlier, her emotions were very agitated, but after hearing President Beiru nonchalantly say "I don't care about Andrew's life or death," Lady Yi Lian instead regained her calm.

Because she was well aware that her husband was absolutely not a cold-hearted person!

The reason he didn't care was definitely not that he truly didn't care, but that he simply had "no time to care."

Sure enough, President Beiru said: "At most three years. If we can't defeat the Magic Guild within three years, not only will our Warm Fire Commerce Association be completely finished, but so will this world. The time we have left is indeed very limited."

Lady Yi Lian's eyes shook, and she fell silent again.

No wonder she reacted this way.

In fact, she was already extremely calm.

If Andrew were present and heard what President Beiru said, he would probably be even more shocked and lose his composure.

For a long time, Andrew knew that something was wrong with the Flame Realm.

His great efforts to apply the principles of the Fire Extinguishing Upgrade Method to enhance himself were ultimately to become powerful enough to understand the problems of this world, so as to solve them.

But even Andrew, who never underestimated the pathological extent of the Flame Realm, never once thought: this world actually had so little time left—not just sick, but terminally ill!

The key is that since these words came from President Beiru's mouth, they were definitely not alarmist.

It was something confirmed during the recent Twin Flames War when President Beiru engaged with those three Earth Fire Scholars of the Magic Guild.

Efforts to seize every opportunity to investigate intelligence were being made by more than just Andrew.

Andrew explored Capella's intelligence through Orleans.

President Beiru even probed some of the Flame Realm's deepest secrets and issues through the Magic Guild's three Earth Fire Scholars.

This was why President Beiru showed a "don't care" and "it doesn't matter" attitude.

Because if they couldn't win, then three years later, they'd all be dead anyway, so they might as well take a risk and gamble big.

President Beiru gambled that Andrew could survive his special training plan.

"It seems I underestimated how much you care about that child," Lady Yi Lian sighed. "I previously thought you valued him for his role in the 'Fire Creation Plan.' Now I realize you actually see him as...a point of reversal?"

At this point, Lady Yi Lian didn't say she completely supported it, but she at least somewhat understood her husband's decision.

Seriously asked: "What's your estimate of that child's chance of surviving your special training plan?"

"About thirty percent," President Beiru replied.

A huge underwater creature swam past the transparent tunnel glass.

This underwater world was beautiful and serene.

After a long while, Lady Yi Lian murmured: "Is that so? Only a thirty percent success rate..."

At the same time, on the magic airship flying to the Royal Court.

Andrew, along with Dean Charlie, entered a training room and sat down face to face.

The training room's soundproofing was perfect; it was incredibly quiet. Just like the world that has temporarily calmed down after this dual flame war.

Who could have thought that beneath this calm, Andrew is about to face a devilish special training with only a thirty percent success rate, where failure means death?

In another training room on the airship, Sabye was still there secretly envying Andrew for having the opportunity for special individual training!

Andrew, as a Water Magic Lord, has reached Tier Four, possessing Water Spirit Sensing, and occasionally having a water-like sixth sense, only vaguely feels this training is absolutely extraordinary.

Surely, he wouldn't have thought it has a mere thirty percent success rate. Nor would he have thought about everything behind it.

After all, the couple acting together in such a scenario is something that normal people could never guess.

The reason Beiru and Yi Lian made such a choice must be due to some significant secret only known to them as a couple.

All in all, Andrew currently doesn't have a clear concept of what kind of special training he's about to face.

However, Andrew will soon know.

"The special training consists of two steps."

Dean Charlie pointed out two fingers, diving straight into the topic, "The second step is relatively simple. I will teach you how to transform 'Tier' into actual 'Combat Power.' Your foundation is excellent, and you've already touched upon a trace of Chairman's strongest 'Counterattack Technique' Secret Technique, so the second step should pose no problem."

Andrew listened carefully.

Putting aside the matters at Shield of Flowing Fire's Warm Fire Temple, and future engagements at the Royal Court.

Now, he focuses solely on the special training.

Focusing on elevating his 'Combat Power' to at least the same level as his 'Business Ability.'

"The second step is relatively simple, meaning the real difficulty lies in the first step?" Andrew thought.

Indeed, as soon as Dean Charlie continued, "The real challenge of the special training plan is indeed the first step. Honestly, this first step is already difficult for warriors; for us mages, not only is it difficult, but it's virtually impossible..."

"Wait, wait!" Andrew couldn't help but raise his hand, his expression strange.

Thinking to himself what does "not only difficult, but virtually impossible and unattainable" mean?

This sounds so familiar, yet so unsettling!

Unable to resist asking: "May I ask, does this special training plan have a name? If so, it wouldn't be called Sunflower Manual, right?" He held back an additional phrase: "This so-called difficult, unattainable, impossible first step wouldn't ask me to 'slice away desires to practice divine skills' would it?!"

"Sunflower... Manual? What is that?" Dean Charlie showed a hint of confusion, "Your Retirement Land's magic scriptures?"

"Nothing, nothing." Andrew sighed in relief, thinking as long as it's not Sunflower Manual, it's fine.

So long as it's not Sunflower Manual, no matter what kind of special training it is, I'll take it!

Dean Charlie said: "The first step of the special training is called: Dragon Awakening. Its effect is to allow you to truly integrate every aspect of your power after reaching Tier Four. Although you've reached Tier Four now, your powers are 'scattered,' not refined, nor focused. To achieve 'integrated power,' to achieve the effect of 'Dragon Awakening'..."

At this point, Dean Charlie paused, his eyelids slightly drooping, then he raised his eyes again, revealing something peculiar in his gaze, his expression turning somewhat cold: "...to achieve the effect of 'Dragon Awakening,' I now must trouble you, Andrew, to die once."

"Hmm?" Andrew suddenly startled, sensing a hint of danger, raised his hand, and grabbed a wrist.

A handsome young man in white appeared in the room without a sound at Andrew's side, expressionless.

"Is this... Fire God Mecha? The kind Falk gave to Sister An Ya?" Andrew hesitated for a moment, quickly recognizing it.

One hand gripped the wrist beside him of the Fire God Mecha, but his neck felt a slight pain.

The Fire God Mecha, holding a tube of dark red solution, had already preemptively injected it into Andrew's neck, infusing the unsettling dark red serum into Andrew's bloodstream.

"What are you doing? What is this?!"

The sudden incident caught Andrew off guard, and when he responded, it was already too late.

He couldn't help but jump up, his face changing.

For a brief moment, a thought crossed his mind: "Is Dean Charlie trying to harm me? Is the Warm Fire Commerce Association trying to kill me?!"

However, in reality, Andrew moved his lips, but no words came out.

An indescribable intense pain, a burning sensation, and the feeling of being torn apart by some terrifying beast swiftly engulfed every corner of his body, from his physical form to his soul!

With a thud, Andrew who had just jumped up, half-kneeled down again, one knee heavily hitting the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

His eyes were fixed dead on Dean Charlie opposite.

Only to hear the other slowly say: "Please endure this pain, stay conscious, don't lose consciousness, endure it—this is the first step of the special training plan."

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