Eliott burst out of his room, knocking on his friends'' doors. "Wake up! Wake up! Today is the start of the trials. Don''t sleep anymore!"


    His friends quickly gathered and headed to Victor''s spot before teleporting into the Tower.


    Among the Rex Consortium, the Mordo Academy had the most participants and the best chance of sess.


    In the crowd, Crystal whispered to Eliott, "Is Adam really one of the examiners this time?"


    Ophelia, with her keen ears, perked up at the mention of Adam. She patted Dark Cloud''s back a bit harder.


    Although she looked mostly the same, Dark Cloud had changed a lot. His horn shone like ck obsidian, and his dark wings were folded quietly. Every breath he took radiated energy.


    Eliott replied, "He told me he is, but we probably won''t see him during the trials. Asking him for help is impossible."


    Crystal smiled softly---this once-resilient girl now had an unusual charm, a confidence that lit her up. "No need for help. I will definitely be a battlemage!"


    Korver stepped forward, saying, "There are way more apprentices than we thought---almost thirty thousand. The teleportation seems random. Once wend, we must regroup quickly. I wish we could carrymunicators."


    Eliott smiled mysteriously and handed each of his friends a piece of paper. "Here, take this and keep it safe. We''ll build this magic right after wend."


    "What is this?" they asked.


    "It''s a simplified version of amunicator. Adam only gave it to me because of our past friendship. Once we build it, we can contact each other."


    ...


    Even though Adam was one of the examiners, he couldn''t help them much. Giving them amunication array was already bending the rules; it was the most he could do for his old friends.


    He had no interest in following them to the trial site. After talking with Prisci, he left an avatar at themand center to handle any issues that mighte up, then returned to hisb.


    He had chosen C and C++ as temtes for his trantion work, and it was mostlyplete.


    However, there was a tricky problem: the information content of each rune was toorge after trantion. Adam needed to either break down the runes or create a programmingnguage suitable for the Mage World based on them.


    The second option was the best. It was intuitive and effective, with great potential for growth.


    Once rune programming matured, the Mage World might see a new wave of programmers.


    Despite its dullness, programming could be very interesting and rewarding.


    Adam named the programmingnguage he wanted to create the M Programming Language, with "M" standing for magic.


    He gathered most of his avatars to establish tasks, aiming to form the basicponents of thenguage in rune form, including data types, constants, variables, arrays, pointers, strings, and operations.


    This work was tedious but not too hard. Regardless of the form, a programmingnguage was essentially mathematics---something universal across both worlds.


    Adam hadn''t found any differences yet; "1+1=2" was true on Earth and in the Mage World, showing a solid mathematical foundation that might bend but wouldn''t break.


    Days passed as Adam remained in hisb, tirelessly solving issues with avatar uploads.


    After half a month, he sessfully created the first version. It wasn''t perfect and had many issues, but it was enough for some experiments.


    ...


    "Pass your me," Adam said to a bewildered Garfield.


    "Pass... pass the me? Why so suddenly?" Garfield stammered, noticing hundreds of expressionless avatars staring at him, sensing something was off.


    "Sudden? Ordinary Titans start passing their me after reaching level four. You''re stronger than most level four Titans; it''s time for you," Adam replied casually.


    "But I''m still a child! I''m not ready to be a father!" Garfield protested, desperately searching for excuses.


    Adam fiddled with a special alloy made by an alchemist in Titania, infused with electromaic equations. "First, you''re my test subject; I can''t guarantee sess, and you may not remain yourself afterward. Second, pass the me now."


    Garfield realized he couldn''t escape this. It was better for the ''child'' to be harmed than for him to perish. So he stopped arguing, painfully opening his chest to take out the Original mes.


    Passing the me was a process of self-division and erasure. Titans would split part of their true self and instinctively cancel the divided will. They retained only the basic inheritance, leaving out any memories, ensuring the new Titan was a new life, not a copy.


    The process was agonizing, more painful than childbirth, as it came directly from the soul with no way to lessen it. On a pain scale, it exceeded level ten.


    An hourter, one-third of the Original mes began to detach. Garfield trembled violently, his solid body showing cracks. After two hours, it fully separated. He used hisst bit of consciousness to erase his own will, copsing to the ground, unable to move or even scream.


    The waiting avatars started feeding his Vital Generator with high-quality ether crystals, pure energy that Adam consideredpensation.


    Meanwhile, Adam cradled the me and the electromaic metal, entering the closedboratory toplete the next steps alone.


    Adam transformed into his me form, directly intervening in the evolution of the young fire before him. He kept its data cluster shape intact but prevented any inheritance data from forming.


    Then, he manipted his me to send out a chain into the fire, beginning the first programming of the M Programming Language.