The First Weekend at the Academy
Though it was the weekend, I couldn’t leave campus. Not that I really wanted to—there was sothing far more important to do.
As soon as the early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, I opened my eyes and sat up imdiately, my body moving on its own. No hesitation, no grogginess.
Today, I had sothing to confirm.
Sitting at my desk, I carefully placed two items in front of —the bracelet and the Bookmark. Both had been obtained from that dungeon... and both were shrouded in mystery.
First things first. The bracelet.
Before doing anything reckless, I decided to test it using the bookmark. If there was even a small chance it could harm , I needed to know before wearing it.
I slid the bookmark into an open book, waited for it to hum softly, and asked, "Is there any possibility that the bracelet in my hand could cause harm to its wearer?"
For a few seconds, there was silence. Then, glowing letters began to appear above the page.
—None.
"...Phew."
Relief washed over . I hadn’t realized how tense I was until that mont. At least I wouldn’t end up cursed, poisoned, or exploded by accident.
The bookmark’s glow dimd after giving its answer, signaling that it had gone dormant again.
With that assurance, I picked up the bracelet and examined it more closely.
It was a thin, silver band—so finely crafted it almost looked like a strip of polished tal rather than jewelry. There were faint engravings along its surface, the kind that shimred subtly when tilted under light.
Simple, elegant, and mysterious.
I hesitated for a mont before slipping it onto my left wrist.
The mont the cool tal touched my skin—
Woooong
A faint vibration pulsed through my arm, spreading warmth that quickly turned into a refreshing chill running through my body.
"...Huh."
I could feel it.
My mana. It was flowing more smoothly—stronger, denser. My entire body felt lighter, as if my circuits had been unclogged.
It wasn’t so dramatic power-up, but the difference was clear.
From being a one-shot glass cannon... I was now, maybe, a two or three-shot glass cannon.
"Still fragile, but hey, progress is progress."
For an average cadet, this kind of mana boost wouldn’t be anything special. But for ? It was a huge step forward.
I’d gone into that dungeon half-prepared and nearly died for this, but... at least it wasn’t for nothing.
As I continued focusing on the bracelet, I suddenly noticed sothing unusual.
Mana wasn’t just flowing through it—it was being absorbed.
"Huh... wait a minute."
I gathered a small amount of mana and pushed it into the bracelet. It accepted it smoothly, storing it within itself like water filling a cup.
Then, when I willed it, the mana flowed back into instantly.
"...It can store mana."
My eyes widened in realization.
It wasn’t just a mana amplifier—it was a mana battery.
Sothing that could hold spare mana for later use.
I leaned back in my chair, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips.
"Now that’s what I call a reward."
For soone like —whose mana pool was pitifully small—this bracelet was more valuable than any sword or legendary artifact I could’ve ever hoped for.
It was my trump card.
A last resort I could rely on when all else failed.
But then a thought hit .
"...Wait."
Could this be why the golem’s energy surged after my attack?
That thing had absorbed my lightning strike and charged itself, almost like it was feeding on the energy I released. But this bracelet couldn’t possibly store that much mana. Its size and structure alone made that impossible.
Maybe it could only store a limited reserve—a backup supply of sorts.
Then that would an the real trick wasn’t in the bracelet’s storage at all, but in sothing else.
The golem’s mana circuit.
"Could it have had special properties...?" I muttered under my breath.
Ordinary mana circuits were simple conduits—channels that allowed energy to flow and be utilized. But that golem’s circuit... it had been intricate. Far more advanced than anything I’d seen before.
Was it a variant circuit? A hybrid design that not only regulated mana but transford it?
The thought sent a spark of excitent through .
"Since it’s the weekend," I murmured, glancing toward the window, "I might as well check it out."
The image of the circuit was still vivid in my mind, etched there by the intensity of the battle. I’d seen enough of it to replicate the pattern—or at least analyze it with the right materials.
So, that was the plan.
Today, I’d visit the library and dig into everything I could find about mana circuit designs—especially ones related to autonomous constructs.
But before that...
Wooooong—
The bracelet suddenly began to hum softly under my touch, resonating like a faint heartbeat.
"...What the—?"
Light rippled across its surface, and before I could even react, sothing small and translucent flickered into existence in front of .
A small distortion in the air, like a bubble of warped light.
My eyes widened. "No way... Is this...?"
A spatial pocket.
The realization hit instantly.
A mini-dinsion—a pocket of space separate from the physical world.
I’d seen plenty of these in fantasy novels and webtoons, but to actually see one up close... it felt unreal.
Usually, these were treated like storage spaces for adventurers or high-ranking mages—an invisible backpack for keeping equipnt, gold, or even food.
And yet, here I was... holding one in my hand.
In this world, spatial or temporal magic was considered the pinnacle of arcane mastery—sothing only the most gifted nobles or ancient magi could wield. Creating or even maintaining a spatial pocket required both imnse mana and exceptional control.
Which ant this bracelet wasn’t just rare—it was priceless.
"...Was all that suffering yesterday actually worth it?"
I laughed quietly to myself, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction bubbling in my chest.
This little bracelet had already done more than I expected. It increased my mana capacity, stored small reserves, and now—it gave a personal spatial pocket.
I couldn’t help but grin.
"Alright, let’s see what kind of treasures you’re hiding."
I reached my hand toward the glowing distortion, anticipation bubbling up inside . Maybe there was sothing inside—a hidden item, a relic, or even a note from whoever created this thing.
"Co on, don’t disappoint ..."
But contrary to my expectations, the spatial pocket was completely empty.
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Author Note:-
Thanks for reading the novel.
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