"That essentially ans the mana a runic machine can channel is functionally identical to a mana pool," Alia explained, her voice laced with a hint of amusent. "Both draw upon the ambient mana, making them incredibly efficient for their intended purpose."
A triumphant chi resonated through the room, signaling the end of Rune Theory class. The sound, usually a welco herald of dismissal, sent a shiver down so spines today. The upcoming ranking exams lood large, casting a shadow over the students’ usual carefree chatter.
"Alright, that marks the conclusion of today’s lesson," Alia said, leaning back against her desk with a practiced ease that did little to dispel the tension in the air. "Now, onto a different matter. I’ve been inford by the academy administration that your ranking examinations begin next week. Originally, this was ant to be a surprise assessnt to catch so of you slackers off guard." A sly smile played on her lips, amusent dancing in her eyes. "But it seems soone spilled the beans." She clicked her tongue in mock disappointnt, her gaze sweeping across the classroom. A few students squird under her scrutiny, their faces flushing crimson.
"Consider this a fair warning," she continued, her voice turning serious. "Take these exams with the utmost seriousness. They will not only determine your assigned class but also the treatnt you receive within the academy. This institution isn’t a charity; you’ll be judged by your strength." Her words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the competitive and hierarchical nature of the Academy.
She gathered her books and teaching materials with a practiced efficiency, then strode out of the classroom, leaving behind a room buzzing with nervous energy. The students erupted into a frenzy. Rumors of the ranking exams had circulated before, but the urgency in Alia’s voice solidified the gravity of the situation. It seed most, if not all of them, were in for a rough awakening.
Amidst the chaos stood a young man with obsidian hair and ruby eyes that seed to hold an ancient wisdom – Ryan of course. His gaze remained fixed on a peculiar white screen only he could perceive.
[Conquest System
User: Ryan Evans
Level: 10
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Race: Demigod
Title: Son of Light
Quirk: Shadow
Affinity: xxxxx [(God Tier) FORBIDDEN]
Strength: 78
Mana: 50/50
Agility: 498
Charm: 723
Intelligence: 698
Stamina: 45
Conquered: Lyra Mildred, Scarlet Nexus
Fate Points: 5000
System Points: Equivalent to Life Points
Life Points: 410 days
Skills: Shadow Clone [Level 1] (A Shadow Quirk Skill): This ability allows the user to manipulate space and ti to create a duplicate of themselves. This duplicate is completely under the user’s control, possesses its own consciousness, and allows telepathic communication. However, linking with the clone is not recomnded as emotions and feelings are shared.
* Number of clones: 0/1 (Note: The number of clones created determines the mana consumption rate.)
* Mana consumption: 0.5 mana/second
(Tap to view more)]
A grin stretched across Ryan’s face. This wasn’t just good, it was phenonal! With this, if everything went according to plan, he might actually stand a chance against the high rankers.
It was just like the Shadow clone in that other world.
But a new problem gnawed at him. He needed to master this shadow clone skill, and fast, before the exams arrived.
Perhaps it wasn’t as with the other he learned.
With a sigh, he gathered his things and headed for the exit. Halfway there, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, by the door, stood Helen, her expression an enigma he couldn’t decipher. Dealing with her was inevitable, but now wasn’t the ti. He took a detour, slipping out a side door.
The bustling hallway was a stark contrast to the more organized classroom. Students of all shapes and sizes milled about, a cacophony of chatter filling the air. Ryan weaved through the throng, his destination – the stairs leading down. He could have taken the elevator and saved himself the hassle, but it was located at the other end of the building.
The lower hallway was a sea of uniforms, the crisp blue of the first years mingling with the deep green of the second years. The school’s segregation had its purpose, though what exactly that purpose was remained a mystery. Maybe to curb bullying? Who knew. Regardless, the first two years shared a building, separate from the upperclassn.
The classrooms themselves were further divided into sections: A, B, and C. Ranking determined your placent. A student with exceptional performance might land in A class, while soone struggling would wind up in C. This system applied to both first and second years, though currently, the placents were haphazard, a result of the initial random assignnt. After the ranking exams, everything would be sorted out.
Ryan took a deep breath, his mind already formulating a plan. He needed to take on a task for points, not for the points themselves, but to test his new skill, to truly get a handle on it. Speaking of points, just how many did he have
He glanced at his wristwatch, expecting the usual display – a neon screen with "408" and "Level 1." But tapping it revealed sothing entirely different. The screen shimred, morphing into a new section bathed in a radiant golden glow. A line labeled "Total Credit" displayed a series of Xs, but a button in the corner winked at him, enticing him with the words "Tap to view amount."
A sliver of apprehension snaked through him. Maybe checking it could wait. He exited the building, the crisp afternoon air washing away the classroom’s stale warmth. He navigated the familiar path back to his dorm, the elevator whisking him up to the fifth floor.
Reaching his room, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. Heart pounding, he tapped the button on his watch. Sudden, the watch glitch and displayed a blue translucent interface.
"Just how the hell do I have so much?!" he roared, the words echoing in the sudden silence of his room. The screen displayed a number so astronomical it defied comprehension.
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