Wizard: Building a G Chapter 23 - 22: Surging In

Chapter 23: Chapter 22: Surging In

The second public lecture for "Logic and Magic Models" had just ended, and the "New Student Exchange" section of the academy’s internal forum was a wasteland of despair.

Beneath a pinned help thread, the replies had already piled up into the hundreds.

"I’m going crazy! This ’Pointing’ Rune is impossible for a human to learn! My Spiritual Power model has already imploded seventeen tis!"

"What the hell is this ’Vector Convergence’ the instructor was talking about? I can’t even get a steady grip on my Spiritual Power, how am I supposed to converge it?"

"The upperclassn’s notes say to ’push’ it forcefully with your will, but every ti I push, my head feels like it’s been hit with a hamr. It’s still ringing."

The feeling of hopelessness was everywhere.

Just then, amidst the wailing masses, one apprentice posted a timid reply.

"Um... have you guys tried the post called ’A Thought on the Pointing Component of the Wizard’s Hand’? I... I think I just succeeded..."

The reply was instantly buried, but a few minutes later, he posted again, his tone infinitely more excited this ti.

"HOLY SHIT! It’s not ’I think’! I actually did it! It ford on the first try! Brothers, go look now! The poster is User_322345, signed Allen Wesren!"

Those two words, "HOLY SHIT," seed to carry a magic of their own, exploding through the bleak atmosphere of misery.

Resorting to desperate asures is a cornerstone of human progress.

Three minutes later, in a public hallway of Academic Building A, an apprentice stood facing a wall, eyes closed, his fingers trembling slightly.

He was surrounded by seven or eight other new students, all with the sa look of despair.

"...The post says not to ’push,’ but to ’guide’..." he muttered, gently extending his Spiritual Power in the unbelievable way described in the post.

Before, his Spiritual Power had been like an untamable wild bull, rampaging uncontrollably. But now, it was as if it had beco a gentle stream, flowing, converging, and taking shape naturally along an invisible riverbed.

A "Pointing" Rune, structurally perfect and with a stable glow, silently ford in his Sea of Consciousness.

The entire process was so smooth it made him want to cry.

"I did it!" He snapped his eyes open and roared with excitent, his eyes turning red. "It didn’t collapse! It really didn’t collapse!"

His irrepressible cry of joy was like a spark landing in sizzling oil.

"For real?!" A skeptical apprentice watching from the side imdiately tried it himself.

Five seconds later.

"I did it too! Oh my god! It really works! My Spiritual Power... it’s moving on its own!"

THUD. An apprentice, whose Spiritual Power had destabilized from the sheer excitent, fell flat on his butt. But there wasn’t a trace of pain on his face—only a manic joy. "It worked! I did it too!"

The ripples rapidly swelled into a tidal wave.

"’Guide,’ not ’shove’... damn it, that’s the key! Why don’t the textbooks say this? Are the people who wrote them morons?!"

"This idea is insane! It’s completely revolutionary! Who’s the poster? Allen? Allen Wesren? Who is that?"

"I hereby declare that from this day forward, Allen is my sworn brother!"

The number of replies to the post exploded at a visible rate.

The initial skepticism and wails of despair were completely drowned out by a flood of "It works!