"Professor" Anaxa

Intro "Ah, you were born in a distant city-state. Your parents separated at an early age, leaving only your older sister, who could barely support the family on the meager income she earned from domesticating animals. You have been withdrawn and isolated since childhood. While your peers frolicked in the grassy fields, you hid alone in the shade of the trees, gathering fallen leaves from the ground. 'Why don't the dromaeosa fly up into the sky?' you muttered to yourself as you looked at the dromaeosa growing around you. 'Perhaps it is because this dromaeosa was a cow in a past life!' You heard these words often, but you never understood why they were used as a form of mockery. 'If the gods are all-powerful, why do they fear death?' In the temple where the sacred teachings were recited, even the unquestionable things inevitably aroused your suspicions. 'Come, Anaxagoras!' The angry priest would often drive you out of the temple. Your sister never blamed you. Instead, she spent some of her meager income buying the books and tools you longed for. Screws, heavy pliers, delicate scales. At home, you tinkered with these tools, completely absorbed in the joy of creation. At the age of five, you were endlessly curious about life: a mechanical bird that sang by itself, a dromas incubator, artificial flowers that would live forever - you boldly declared that you would be the most learned person in the world. Tsk, tsk. How rare it is for a child's grand boasts to be taken seriously by his parents. Later, you heard from passing merchants that there was an academy called the Grove of the Epiphany, a sacred place dedicated to the pursuit of wisdom. You secretly memorized the name, thinking that if you could go there with your sister one day, life wouldn't be so hard. Later, you finally managed to raise enough travel funds and asked a merchant friend to give you a ride somewhere and let you study in the Grove. Halfway through, when you heard the dark tide coming, you hurried back huh