But in the days that followed, he gradually began to accept this setting.
The greatness of God did not need to be mumbled by himself, teaching was more meaningful!
Unaware that his thoughts were gradually witch-like, Harry adjusted his black-framed glasses, the teacher's aura fully displayed, and began his day's lesson.
"Yesterday we talked about Lalan Metal Grass, so today we'll continue with yesterday's topic..."
Harry lectured as usual, but his attention occasionally focused on that Tier Three who had mixed in.
But little did he know, this Tier Three who had infiltrated was utterly disoriented.
Ever since Harry started teaching, he was trapped in the confusion of "Who am I, where am I, what am I doing."
This isn't right! Aren't these missionary gatherings supposed to preach God's strength and begin large-scale brainwashing?
What the heck is happening now?
