First Day of Class.
Jon settled into his seat, his gaze fixed on the emptiness before him, but his mind racing. Initially, he had thought Gwen was just caught up with academy life, which was why she hadn’t reached out. ’Maybe it has sothing to do with her mom’s illness,’ he mused, searching for a logical explanation for her distant behavior.
As he was lost in thought, a soft, low voice caught his attention. He turned his head and saw a blonde girl with green eyes talking to Gwen. She had an ethereal look, with features suggesting a blend of elf and glacian. Her body was sculpted as if it were a work of art, and Jon imagined she might be a friend of Gwen’s.
"Do you know that guy?" the blonde asked, casting a curious glance his way.
"Just an acquaintance," Gwen replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
Gwen’s response hit Jon like an arrow. ’So that’s how she sees now? As a re acquaintance?’ He felt as if a weight had settled on his chest.
’Sothing significant must have happened with Gwen,’ he thought, ’and the fact that she hasn’t tried to explain ans it’s irreversible.’
This realization made Jon feel even more isolated, as if an invisible wall had been erected between him and Gwen. He would respect the distance she had put between them until she felt comfortable talking.
Jon leaned back in his chair, watching the room fill up quickly. ’About 60 people,’ he estimated ntally, noting that all the seats were taken. What surprised him most was the absence of nobles; it seed the administration had made a point of separating them. ’The MOD that alters social hierarchy has really made so significant changes in Aeloria,’ he thought. And it wasn’t just that; the MOD that made people extraordinarily attractive was also in full effect. For a teenager with hormones raging, being surrounded by so many stunning won felt like living in paradise.
"Hey, kid, do you know the Fire Goddess?" The question ca from a young man beside him, interrupting his daydreams. The guy had dark blue hair and blue eyes, a slender body without much muscle. A pure elf, no doubt.
"Just soone from my village," Jon replied, trying to keep his composure. He didn’t see it, but Gwen, who frequently cast discreet glances his way, sighed upon hearing his answer. She knew Jon better than anyone and understood that he would accept things without asking too many questions. He was pragmatic, which sowhat disconcerted her.
"Why ’Fire Goddess’? Oh, and what’s your na?" Jon was curious. He knew Gwen had beco a magic aspirant since he last saw her, but "Fire Goddess" seed like a rather impressive title.
"Sorry for my lack of manners," the young elf hurried to say, realizing he hadn’t introduced himself. "My na is Elija Leafwhisper. It’s a pleasure to et you."
Jon Woodmoon looked at Elija Leafwhisper, the dark blue-haired, blue-eyed elf sitting beside him. "Nice to et you, Elija. I’m Jon Woodmoon, from Riverwood."
Elija smiled, "So Jon, do you know our ’Fire Goddess’?"
"Fire Goddess?" Jon furrowed his brow, clearly intrigued. "That’s a new title to ."
Elija chuckled softly. "Ah, you weren’t aware? Gwen has beco a disciple of Eirian Flaheart, an A Rank fire mage and also one of the instructors here. He’s Breton, like her. The nickna kind of stuck among us, especially since he’s never had a disciple before due to his high requirents."
Jon and Elija were deeply engrossed in a conversation about everything from the intricacies of magic to the legends of Aeloria. Both were thrilled about the start of classes and eager to see what the Imperial Academy had in store for them.
Suddenly, the door swung open and an elegant figure walked in. It was Seraphine adowheart, the elven healer who had cured Gwen’s mother. Elija leaned over to Jon and whispered, "We hit the jackpot, man. That’s Seraphine adowheart, the only Rank S healer in all of Aeloria."
Jon was floored. ’A Rank S healer? That’s insane,’ he thought, recalling his days as a lone player in the VR MMORPG Nexus.
To avoid unnecessary interactions with other players, he had chosen a different approach. Since Nexus was a sandbox ga that gave players complete freedom, he solved his problem by becoming a magical swordsman, focusing on buffs and self-healing.
Although effective, it often fell short, as being a jack-of-all-trades wasn’t as good as mastering one. So, in the end, he founded a guild after eting a group of like-minded players.
Now, he was contemplating starting off the sa way in Aeloria. With his Rank SS sword, he would naturally go down the path of a swordsman. But seeing Seraphine made him consider the possibility of becoming her apprentice to hone his healing skills.
After a brief introduction, Seraphine led the class to the Advanced Simulation Room, where the initial test would be conducted. This test would not only determine the provisional leader of the class but also provide the academy with valuable insights on how to tailor the curriculum for this specific group.
’Of course, they just want to know who’s worth investing their resources in,’ Jon thought. He was no longer a naive teenager; he quickly grasped the underlying dynamics. ’Separate the elite and nurture them. That’s the ga here.’
As he stepped into the Advanced Simulation Room, Jon was awestruck. The space was like a starry sky brought down to Earth. The black marble floor served as a night sky, while luminescent runes dotted the space like twinkling stars. At the center of the room, a three-ter-wide magical circle glowed like a cosmic mandala.
"This matrix is designed to assess your skills and knowledge in a controlled and safe environnt," Seraphine explained. "It automatically adjusts based on each student’s performance, ensuring a fair and comprehensive evaluation."
Jon was fascinated. ’This is incredible. It’s like a high-tech proving ground,’ he thought, recalling his experiences in virtual reality gas.
Elija, sitting next to him, seed equally impressed. "This is way beyond what I expected," he whispered to Jon. "If this is just the beginning, I can’t wait to see what cos next."
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