When Farabi stepped outside, he froze.
Dozens of wolves stood in front of him. Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with hunger and rage. Fear spread through the air.
At that moment, Avicenna came out as well. He looked at Farabi and said in a cold voice:
"Farabi, go and fight. I want to see how strong you really are."
Even though fear gripped his heart, Farabi moved forward and the fight began.
As soon as one wolf came close, all of them attacked together. Farabi couldn't do much. He barely managed to touch one wolf, but the others struck him fiercely. Wounded and overwhelmed, he fell to the ground and screamed in pain:
"Master! Help me! Please help me!"
Avicenna replied firmly:
"Get up. Fight."
Anger and pain exploded inside Farabi.
"If you are my master," he shouted, "then why are you letting me die?!"
A faint smile appeared on Avicenna's face.
"You are very weak," he said calmly. "But I will make you strong."
Then Avicenna let out a powerful roar.
The sound shook the forest. The wolves panicked and ran in all directions. Soon, the jungle became silent again.
Farabi stared in shock—and relief.
He looked at Avicenna and asked, "When you were alive… how powerful were you?"
Instead of answering, Avicenna asked, "Do you know how many levels of power exist?"
"No, Master. Please tell me."
Avicenna slowly explained:
"S1 – Smallest level
S2 – Small level
A1 – Medium level
A2 – Upper medium level
L1 – Large level
L2 – Greater large level
L3 – Greatest level
C1 – National level
C2 – Country level
M – Strongest level"
Farabi listened with complete focus.
"When I was alive," Avicenna continued, "I was at C2 level."
Farabi's eyes widened.
"That powerful?!"
"Yes."
"Then how were you defeated?"
Avicenna's expression turned serious.
"Because the one who killed me was at the peak of M level."
Farabi was stunned.
"Someone can be that strong?!"
For the first time, Farabi truly understood how dangerous the world was. At that moment, he made a promise to himself:
I will become powerful. No matter what it takes.
He asked carefully, "Can someone become even stronger than that?"
Avicenna smiled slightly.
"Hmmm… forget it for now. I'll tell you the truth when the time is right."
After that, Avicenna began teaching Farabi magic.
"Focus," he said. "Today, we will start with telekinesis. It has ten levels, and reaching the peak requires constant practice."
Avicenna placed one finger on his own head and another on Farabi's. Magic flowed from mind to mind.
When the transfer ended, Farabi had reached Level 1.
"To control this power," Avicenna explained, "you must focus your energy."
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Right now, your energy is spread throughout your entire body."
"So?"
"You must gather it at one point. That way, your attack becomes stronger, and the rest of your body stays safe."
Avicenna began training him.
"Imagine a point in your mind—your hand, for example. Focus all your energy there. Then attack."
Farabi followed the instructions. He ordered his energy to concentrate in his hand.
When he struck, the power was far stronger than before.
Avicenna smiled with satisfaction.
"Practice this every day. Two thousand times a day. Sixty thousand times a month."
"W-What?!"
Farabi's throat went dry.
Still, he clenched his fists and made a decision. No matter how hard it was, he would do it.
And so, Farabi's harsh and relentless training began.