"Ainz, registration has started for the Golden Dragon Cup Fighting Competition. When should we go?"
Young Yaheng put his hands behind his head, lying on a blood-stained metal dissecting table, looking bored at the sloppy young man Ainz who was adjusting the potion.
"The registration period lasts for a month, and it's only three days since it started. Why are you in a hurry?" Pharmacist Ainz, who was pouring alchemy materials into the crucible based on the potion formula he had deduced, replied without looking up.
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"Sign up early and finish things early. Keeping waiting like this makes me so tired."
"The martial arts competition organized by the Golden Dragon Grand Duke has no restrictions except age. In addition to the generous rewards of the competition, anyone who is old enough will participate in the registration.
Registration has just started now, and there will definitely be more people than we imagined. So we wait a few days before going over, and signing up now is just a waste of time."
"But I have already gone to see the registration location. As you expected, there are a lot of people, and there are heads everywhere." Having said this, young Ya Heng showed excitement on his face, "I have never seen such a thing in my whole life.
Many people are crowded together.”
"Oh." Ainz responded very coldly.
"But, Ainz, you are wrong. After the registration started, more and more people want to participate in the martial arts competition, and there is no sign of decreasing at all."
"Oh, normal."
"Ainz, the registration process is actually very slow. Just checking the age takes a lot of time. There are many uncles and aunts over thirty years old who want to get in. Some even lie about their age and want to get in.
Age group competition is trash.”
Having said this, Ya Heng, who remembered what he had seen, sat up from the metal dissecting table that smelled of blood, with a hint of surprise:
"Ainz, do you know what I saw at the registration place? Someone actually signed up with a child who had just learned to walk. This is crazy. Such a young child can neither fight nor cast spells.
What can you do?"
"With enough profit, humans can do anything." After hearing Ya Heng's description, Ainz paused slightly while putting in the potion, and then said what he had read in a book left by a certain sage.
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"Then what? How will the Kingdom deal with it? We can't let those who are blinded by profit just get the qualifications to register."
"Children who have not cultivated fighting spirit or spiritual power are not allowed to enter the registration venue and disrupt the registration order." Ya Heng scratched his head and sighed, "But even with this new restriction, there are still many children who meet the conditions and can participate in the competition.
, there are too many geniuses in our generation."
"Genius?" Ainz, who was mixing the potion, shook his head when he heard these two words, "With the same effort, when a small group of people achieve better results than a large group of people, that group of people can be called geniuses.
But when everyone achieves the same results, what kind of genius is that? They are just ordinary people."
"So, Ainz, a guy like you who can prepare a bronze-level potion at the age of ten and a gold-level potion at the age of eighteen is not considered a genius?" After hearing Ainz's words, Yaheng asked with a smile.
"Fifty years ago, I could be considered a slightly talented pharmacist, but now I am just an ordinary little pharmacist."
"Ha?" Hearing his childhood friend's self-effacing words, young Ya Heng opened his mouth in astonishment, "Then according to your standards, am I not just a very ordinary Silver Warrior?"
"Well, what else." Ainz raised his head and glanced at the young man sitting on the metal dissecting table with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, "Breaking through to the peak of Silver Level 5 at the age of sixteen was indeed remarkable thirty years ago.
But now, we are a little-known town in Yingbei Province, but we have several young men whose strength can be compared with yours.
This is still famous. If you add in the people who are anonymous and unwilling to show up, the number will only be much larger.
And this is just our small city. If the scope is expanded to the entire province, how many teenagers like you will there be? If the scope is expanded a little further, to the whole country? How many more will there be?
Another thing that is certain is that there are definitely guys who are younger and stronger than you, but the number will not be small. Therefore, you are just an ordinary teenager now and cannot be called a genius."
"I..." Yaheng opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason. Even he himself felt that Ainz's words made sense, because there are indeed too many geniuses nowadays, so many that they can no longer use geniuses.
These two words are used to refer to their situation.
"I am just trying to achieve higher achievements in the future and am only in the realm of suppression. As long as I want, I can break through to the gold level at any time. Those guys in our city are definitely no match for me."
"Do you think you're the only one suppressing me?" Ainz asked.
"..." Ya Heng was speechless and tried to change the subject, "Ainz, the number of registrations for our competition has never decreased, but there are very few registrations for your pharmacist competition now."
"Bang!" As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of colorful smoke rose from the crucible in front of Ainz, and at the same time, a strange aroma filled the air.
Ainz's face did not change when he saw that his potion was not refined, but instead produced a poisonous gas. After draining the poisonous gas through the ventilation circle set up in advance, he turned to look at Yaheng and said, "Let's go!"
"Where to go?"
"Of course I'm going to sign up and prepare to participate in the national pharmacist competition. Didn't you say that there are very few pharmacists signing up now?"
"..."
...Pharmacist Registration Office.
"Didn't you read the announcement? Grand Duke Muria issued an order that only pharmacists under the age of thirty can participate in the registration. Master, you are at least fifty or sixty years old now."
When Ainz and Yaheng came to the registration office for the pharmacist competition together, the official in charge of registration looked at Ainz, who was wearing the pharmacist's robe, with a sarcastic look.
In the past few days, there have been so many pharmacists trying to hide their age in an attempt to get away with participating in the competition, which has made them very annoyed. However, because of the pharmacist's transcendent social status, each of them has developed an unclean temper.
Once those elderly pharmacists were found out about their true age, they would yell at officials like them. No matter how good-tempered you are, you can't keep a good temper if you are yelled at every day.
"I'm only eighteen years old this year." Ainz's face darkened instantly when he was regarded as a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. Although he didn't care about his appearance and didn't like to take care of himself, he had a full beard to make himself
His appearance looks much older than his actual age, but he is not that old.