Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage Chapter 123: Mission Hall (1)

In one smooth motion, Void imdiately leaped onto the pile of mana cores.

Kyle barely had ti to register what was happening before Void opened his mouth wide— much wider than Kyle thought was possible— and plunged his maw into the pile, chomping down core after core with voracious delight.

The sight left Kyle montarily stunned. "Void, are you even…chewing?"

"Chewing's a waste of ti" Void replied with a muffled voice as he continued to devour cores in rapid succession.

Kyle watched with a mix of amusent and disbelief as Void powered through the entire pile, not missing a beat.

In nothing less than a minute, the pile had dwindled to nothing, and Void's body began to glow faintly. He finally stopped and sat back with a contented sigh. It seed he had broken through, and Kyle imdiately summoned his stats to confirm.

| Void |

| Race: Omni Drakkon |

| Level: 7 |*

| EXP: 700/64000 |*

| HP: 320 |*

| Energy: 620 |*

| MP: 550 |*

| Agility: 88 |*

| Strength: 87 |*

| Vitality: 160 |*

| Stamina: 310 |*

| Intelligence: 550 |*

[Skills: Lightning Breath (Lv 2), Lightning Dash (Lv 2), Invisible (Lv 4), Phase (Lv 3)]

"Well, would you look at that" Void said with a proud grin. "I broke through too. All that power… now I can keep up with you, no problem!"

Kyle didn't know whether to feel happy or sad. He was happy that he had finally managed to catch up with Void, and it hurt him that Void had broken through the mont he did.

On the bright side, Void's strength directly affected his ability as they were still a team; so he had no excuse not to be happy.

"Impressive," Kyle murmured before deciding to add with a smirk, "But don't get to comfortable... I'll surpass you soon. I have so higher stats than you already."At this rate, you'll be leaving in the dust."

Void checked his stats quickly and confird what Kyle had said. He felt so pain because days ago, their stats couldn't be compared.

"Don't worry, you won't surpass ," Void confidently said, while adding with a playful wink. "I can't be a Milo."

Kyle laughed despite his aches, as he knew what Void was hinting at. Speaking of Milo, Kyle had practically left him in the dust already.

'I wonder if he's in the 5th Level yet,' 'Well, I can't undermine him, who knew what could happen to him in his mission.'

Kyle shrugged Milo's matter at the back of his head, before informing Void that he'll rest for a while. He still felt aches around his body and needed so rest.

"Wake up in 30 minutes," Kyle told Void before he dozed off. Doing the sa with his system to not take chances. He couldn't afford to miss this big day just because of his oversleeping nature.

***

Kyle glanced up at the massive structure that lood up ahead. According to his comm's map, that was it—the Mission Hall.

The building's exterior was crafted from dark obsidian stone, giving it a sleek, imposing appearance.

Above the entrance, a golden emblem representing the academy's crest was etched in fine detail, glowing in the morning light.

Several wide steps led up to double doors made of polished steel, almost mirror-like, reflecting the faces of students as they entered and exited.

Kyle paused, taking in the grandeur. He hadn't actively looked for the building before and this was the first ti he was eting it.

'I wanted to save the surprise,' he thought. 'Now I'll finally get to see what everyone's been talking about.'

Steeling himself, he pushed through the doors and was imdiately hit by a scene bustling with activity.

As he entered, he felt a buzz of energy in the air, as though he'd stepped into the heart of the academy's lifeblood, where new adventures and opportunities unfolded for students daily.

The hall was colossal, with high arched ceilings that seed to stretch endlessly above. Crystal chandeliers hung down in even intervals, casting a warm light that lded with the glows of the portals and warp drives scattered throughout.

The hall had a spacious yet structured layout, with each section neatly marked to guide the flow of students.

It was clearly designed to handle the constant influx of students bustling in and out.

At the center of it all stood the mission boards. There were three enormous boards, each ten feet high, arranged in a semi-circle just in front of the counters where staff mbers worked.

The boards displayed hundreds of missions, each detailed in neat rows of glowing text that scrolled up and down.

Each board was segnted by mission type, with sections for 'Combat,' 'Exploration,' 'Special Operations,' and 'Research,' to na a few.

The mission text glowed in different colors based on its difficulty level. Green was for beginner-level missions, yellow for interdiate, and red for advanced.

Kyle noticed a few missions outlined in violet, which he guessed were the "Special Operations".

These missions were locked with restrictions, only accessible to students ranked high enough or those personally approved by academy instructors.

A sizable crowd of students clustered around the boards and they raised their heads as they scrutinized the lists.

Kyle spotted groups of friends huddling together, pointing at specific missions and discussing strategy, while solo students stared intently, clearly deep in thought over their choices.

Every few minutes, a student would approach a board, tap on the mission they chose, and confirm their selection.

A quick flash of light indicated that their choice was registered, and the mission details appeared on a small slip of enchanted paper dispensed at the bottom of the board, which they had to submit at the counter to be approved.

Behind the boards, a line of counters stretched across the hall. Staff mbers, mostly academy instructors and aides, stood there, prepared to assist students with questions or give guidance.

Each counter had a small plaque labeling the staff mber's specialty. Kyle spotted the 'Combat Missions Assistance' counter, where a grizzled instructor with a sword strapped across his back was explaining a mission's requirents to a nervous-looking first-year.

Further down was 'Exploration Guidance,' staffed by a stern, bookish-looking woman who seed to be fielding questions non-stop, her patience was seriously tested as she handled each inquiry with sharp, precise answers.

'They must have nerves of steel to deal with so many students every day,' Kyle thought, impressed by their focus.

Beyond the mission boards and counters, the hall opened up into an array of towering portals. The sa Kyle had seen in the portal room when he went to the Dean's office.

Each portal had a small sign at the top indicating the general area it led to —'Forests of Nivira,' 'Northern Wastelands,' 'Undersea Caverns,' and more.

So portals were activated, already transporting students who had accepted missions in those specific locations, while others stood idle, awaiting activation.

Kyle watched as a group of first-years, visibly nervous but determined, stepped into a portal labeled 'Crystal Glades' and disappeared in a flash of light.

His pulse quickened. The idea of stepping through one of those portals, leaving the safety of the academy, and facing unknown challenges beyond excited him in a way he hadn't felt in a long ti.

[Not a bad setup] Void's voice echoed from the pet space with a voice laced with mild amusent. [I bet they didn't build all this just to make it look pretty. Probably costs a fortune to keep these portals running.]

Kyle smirked. 'Yeah, probably. But they want students to get out there and experience the real world, not just sit around studying all day. Still… can't deny they're showing off a bit here.'

A sudden chorus of voices brought Kyle's attention back to the mission boards. A group of students was eagerly pointing at a combat mission labeled

"Wanted: Iceback Serpent," which had a difficulty level marked in yellow. The mission promised a generous reward of credits and a rare spell scroll as a bonus.

Another mission, marked with red, read "Investigate the Tomb of the Sun Kings," an advanced exploration task with a significant credit reward and exclusive access to a restricted library section.

Kyle was tempted by that one, but he knew better than to overestimate himself just yet.

'Alright, enough sightseeing,' he told himself. It was ti to make his choice.

With purpose, Kyle began to walk closer to one of the Mission Boards. It was ti to choose a mission.