《The Merchant of Shadows [ISEKAI, PROGRESSION FANTASY]》


 Chapter 1 - Vincent Street

    The wind howls in an eerie dark night. A man sees the dark clouds looming and pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders. He gets ready to go home from the metro station walking down Vincent Street. He pauses for a moment feeling a sudden inexplicable chill crawl up his spine... He looks upon a familiar building which he passed countless times. The sign Vincent''s TV Repair Store should be illuminated but tonight it isn¡¯t. In the far north, the streetlights flicker and then go out.


    Inside a shop, an old man looks up and asks, ¡°Are they cutting the power off again? Shouldn¡¯t the cyclone be gone by now?¡±


    A teen boy with black hair and brown eyes standing behind the counter replies, ¡°Old man, the cyclone might not have passed yet. It¡¯s moving slower than they predicted.¡±


    The old man sighs. ¡°When have they ever gotten a weather forecast right? Boy, you see whether the lights and TVs are on when I start the generator.¡± He walks to the back muttering to himself.


    He grabs a candle to light his way and moves through the building. The flame casts long shadows on the walls. He reaches the rear of the shop where the generator room is located. He checks the fuel by inserting a thin wooden rod into the tank. It¡¯s full. Satisfied, he sits down and starts the generator.


    After a crackling sound, the generator roars to life. The lights come on bathing the room in a dull yellow glow. He gets up closes the generator room and returns to the shop.


    The shop¡¯s sign lights up reading Vincent¡¯s TV Repair.


    This old man, Vincent, was once known for illegally importing cheap TVs from other countries and selling them for a profit back in the 70s. He runs a repair shop, a spare parts store and many other electronics-related businesses now. Despite being investigated multiple times, he was never held accountable and made everything look legitimate.


    Vincent had even donated money for the road development of this street. The local colony had recommended naming the street after him, although he had protested. He hated the idea of more people knowing his name it could only lead to more trouble.


    Vincent reads the newspaper, his mind drifting until he hears the door chime. A middle-aged man walks into the shop drenched to the bone even though he wears a cloak.


    Vincent¡¯s eyes narrow. There¡¯s something about this man. He¡¯s seen him before, but where?


    The man pulls down his hood and steps further into the shop, his gaze fixed on Vincent with an intensity that makes the hair on the back of Vincent¡¯s neck stand up.


    "Evening," Vincent says cautiously, trying to mask the unease building inside him.


    The man doesn¡¯t speak, but the weight of his presence fills the room. After a moment, he turns and leaves, disappearing back into the storm.


    Vincent stands still, his mind racing. He knows that man. The feeling is familiar but Vincent can¡¯t place him. The chill he feels deepens and the storm outside seems to echo the unease stirring in his chest.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    John¡¯s life had never been easy but the years had taught him to hold his regrets in silence. He had tried over the years to accept his fate to forgive the world and even himself, for the missed opportunities, for the friends and colleagues who had surpassed him, for the wrongs done to him that had never been righted. But tonight, the storm felt different heavier.


    The eerie silence on Vincent Street coupled with the unnaturally still atmosphere made John¡¯s heart race. He was not a man prone to fear, but this moment felt like something far worse than the storm.


    It was a storm that had been brewing for decades.


    As John walked past the now-illuminated Vincent''s TV Repair Store, his eyes fell upon the man in the shop. He felt a strange sense of recognition but the connection was not clear. He had seen Vincent somewhere before perhaps in the memories he had carefully buried. But for now the only thing that mattered was the storm and the flash of something in the distance a family of cats darting across the road, their little feet splashing through the water.


    John¡¯s mind shifted back to the present and the impulse to act overtook him.


    He saw one of the cats, a small tabby, hesitating at the edge of the street unsure of the direction its family had gone. Without thinking, John rushed to the street reaching the cat just as a truck barreled toward them. His heart pounded in his chest, a rush of adrenaline surging through him. Without a second thought he lunged toward the cat pushing it out of the way of the speeding truck.


    The sound of the truck¡¯s horn blared, followed by the sickening thud as John was thrown aside. He felt the impact of the truck strike him sending him hurtling into the cold metal of the fence with a violent jolt.


    A searing pain shot through his body as the truck sped off without a second glance. Blood pooled in his mouth, a sharp metallic taste mixing with the rainwater on his face. His legs were pinned beneath him, his back twisted in a grotesque angle against the fence. The cat he had saved lay a few feet away, its tiny body motionless.


    John¡¯s vision blurred, his limbs feeling like they were no longer his own. The world around him became muffled and the only thing he could focus on was the figure moving toward him from the shadows.


    The driver, a young man in a panic, rushed to John¡¯s side, his face pale with fear. ¡°I¡¯m sorry... I didn¡¯t see... I¡ª¡± The words tumbled from his lips as he checked John¡¯s pulse.


    ¡°Ch-check... th-the... ca... ca-at firs...¡± John managed to whisper through gritted teeth, his vision swimming. ¡°Pl-please... ch-check th... cat.¡±


    The driver confused but willing to listen rushed toward the limp cat lying nearby. Vincent, standing in the doorway of the shop recognized the situation immediately. The old man¡¯s sharp eyes scanned the scene, his gaze landing on the driver and the fallen man.


    He muttered something under his breath and gestured for his teen assistant. ¡°Go. Check on them,¡± he ordered already moving outside, his mind whirring with a thousand thoughts. He¡¯d seen this man perhaps not the exact scenario, but something in the air told him that tonight was a night for unfinished business.


    The teen boy sprinted outside grabbing the first aid kit from behind the counter and bolted toward the scene. The storm raged on, but nothing seemed louder than the sound of his heart pounding in his chest as he knelt beside John, who was lying motionless against the fence.


    John, his eyes growing heavy tried to speak but his mouth felt like it was filled with gravel. He could barely make out the form of the boy as he approached. He felt a strange sense of gratitude for this stranger but it was fading fast. He fumbled to keep his consciousness intact his body refusing to cooperate.


    The teen boy wasted no time. He gently set the first aid kit down and inspected John¡¯s injuries. His legs were a mess, bruised and swollen and he could tell that the back injury was severe. The boy didn¡¯t hesitate. He wrapped John¡¯s torso carefully, trying to immobilize him as best he could.


    As he worked, Vincent appeared at his side carrying the injured cat in his arms. He handed it over to the teen who quickly examined the leg, which was clearly broken. With a sharp move, Vincent tore off a section of his own T-shirt, improvising a splint with nearby sticks.


    "Take care of him," Vincent said grimly. "The storm¡¯s not done with us yet."


    The boy nodded, focused on the cat but he could see the man ¡ª John ¡ª slipping into unconsciousness.


    John¡¯s blurry eyes wandered and he caught sight of the small tabby cat limping towards him. It was one of the last things he saw before everything around him seemed to spiral into darkness. The cat¡¯s fur once bright and soft was matted with rainwater and dirt, but it was alive. It had made it.


    ¡°Th-thank... y-you..¡± John whispered faintly, his voice lost in the wind.


    And then the lightning struck.


    The strike hit the fence with an explosive crack, sending a surge of electric current through the metal. John¡¯s body stiffened as the jolt surged through his veins, his already battered form convulsing with the shock. His vision exploded into a brilliant flash of light.


    And then... darkness.


    The last thing John heard was Vincent¡¯s voice muffled and distant calling for help.

 Chapter 2 - The Pendants Secret

    The storm raged on as the lifeless body of the young man lay in front of Vincent, a tragic spectacle that the old man could hardly process. John had been struck by a lightning bolt so fierce it seemed the heavens themselves had ripped through him. The boy with the tabby cat in his hands had fallen back screaming in horror as the thunderous crack of the strike shattered the quiet. The cat frightened had been flung into the air landing far from the boy. The boy¡¯s sobs were raw, desperate but Vincent unmoved in his purpose was already calling for help from anyone who might be nearby.


    The cyclone had torn through the region knocking out all communication. The nearest hospital was miles away and only a passing stranger could bring help to this broken town.


    Vincent had rushed to check on John, his heart pounding with dread! The sight before him was too horrific, the lifeless body sprawled on the muddy ground, the mark of the storm still etched in the air. He knelt beside him feeling for a pulse. There was none. No breath. No sign of life. The terror in Vincent¡¯s chest began to settle into an unbearable sadness! He had seen death before but this was different!


    His hands trembled but he tried what little he remembered of first aid, pushing aside the feeling of helplessness but it was all for naught. He sighed, defeated. "Caught between the earth and sky, you¡¯ve gone where even the storm cannot follow."


    As he sat there gazing at the body something caught his eye¡ªa pendant around John''s neck. He carefully unclasped it, fingers brushing the cold metal. His heart skipped a beat. Something about it was familiar. He couldn¡¯t place it, not yet but it tugged at the corners of his memory. The pendant was small, simple, a faded inscription on the back that seemed like it had been worn down over time. Vincent¡¯s fingers lingered on it for a moment, before slipping it into his pocket unable to part with it just yet.


    The storm raged on and John¡¯s body remained there, still and cold. Hours passed before the police and ambulance finally arrived. The town was small and no one had known the boy. He was just a stranger to this place, a quiet figure who had passed by frequently but who had never spoken much to anyone.


    Officer Ralston, a young man with tired eyes came over to Vincent to ask what had happened. The driver who had been in shock, was being taken away for questioning and the police needed to piece together the events.


    ¡°Mr. Vincent, I need to get your account of what happened. We¡¯re piecing this together and there¡¯s something about this that doesn¡¯t quite add up,¡± Officer Ralston said, his voice calm but firm.


    Vincent looked back at the body, his heart heavy. He had tried to save him but it had been impossible. "I saw the whole thing,¡± he began slowly ¡°The boy was standing there with the cat ... the cat was trying to cross the road. The driver did not see the cat but in his panic state, he swerved¡ªand hit the man."


    Ralston¡¯s brows furrowed as he took a note. ¡°So, the accident was caused by the driver?¡±


    ¡°That''s right" Vincent nodded. "It happened so fast. The boy¡ªhe was knocked down but he was still alive. I ran over to check on him. Then, I tried to help. But before I could do anything, a bolt of lightning struck him. I couldn¡¯t believe it... it was like the sky itself reached down and took him."Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    Ralston''s expression darkened and he scribbled quickly in his notebook. "Lightning strike... that¡¯s the cause of death, then?¡±


    ¡°Maybe," Vincent replied, his voice quiet, "but I don¡¯t think it was just the lightning. He was still alive when I tried to help him. He was breathing for a moment... but after the lightning hit, everything stopped."


    The officer¡¯s eyes lingered on Vincent for a beat before he spoke again. ¡°What about the driver? What can you tell us about him?¡±


    Vincent turned toward the driver, who was sitting on the curb, still in shock. ¡°The driver... He didn¡¯t mean for it to happen. He just didn¡¯t see the cat and the man. He¡¯s shaken up. He¡¯s not a bad man, just scared.¡±


    Ralston nodded, but his eyes stayed sharp. "We¡¯ll need his statement and we¡¯ll need yours too. The timing, the sequence of events¡ªeverything needs to be clear."


    Vincent sighed, wiping the rain from his forehead. "I¡¯ve told you everything I know. The driver tried to hit the cat, but he hit the boy while the boy was saving the cat. I saw it with my own eyes. Then I ran to check on him... After that, it all happened too fast."


    Ralston paused, looking at Vincent with a level of scrutiny. "Did you notice anything strange about the man? Anything that might give us more context? Any reason why he might¡¯ve been out here alone?"


    Vincent felt his heart catch but he shook his head. "No, he was just a kid. Didn¡¯t seem like he had anyone with him. Didn¡¯t know him, didn¡¯t see him much around here. Just... someone passing through."


    "Strange," Ralston murmured to himself!


    Ralston glanced at the young man¡¯s body, then back at Vincent. ¡°What happened to the boy who was with him?¡± He pointed to the spot where the tabby cat had been thrown aside. ¡°The one who fell back after seeing it happen. I¡¯ve spoken to him, but he¡¯s too distraught to make any sense of what he saw.¡±


    Vincent sighed deeply, struggling to maintain his composure. "I don¡¯t know what to tell you about the boy. He was... just a kid who worked for me.I told him to give first aid for that man.He didn¡¯t know what he was walking into." His eyes drifted back to the pendant that still lay in his pocket, hidden from the officer¡¯s view.


    Vincent still shaken, asked quietly, ¡°Do you know who he was?¡±


    Ralston paused, glanced at his notebook and then answered, ¡°His name was John Evigeni. No family, no relatives. Just¡­ a man who kept to himself!¡±


    Vincent stood still, staring at the Officer Ralston. There was something about that name something gnawing at the back of his mind. He had seen that name before, but where? He could feel the weight of the memory pulling at him, but it didn¡¯t come. It just hovered, elusive. He turned to leave but just before stepping away, he heard the Officer Ralston add to another officer that, ¡°He was at his retirement party recently. We¡¯ll need to talk to everyone who was there, find out what happened.¡±


    Retirement party? Vincent¡¯s mind raced as he tried to connect the dots. Retirement party? Of course. That¡¯s where he had seen John¡¯s face and name before, though only in passing, a fleeting glance. But then something clicked¡ªsomething deep in his memory! The pendant!


    Vincent¡¯s heart raced. He went back to his shop and sat down heavily on a wooden chair. His eyes wandered but his mind was elsewhere. That pendant! He had seen it before, hadn¡¯t he? His ex-lover had worn a pendant just like it, the same shape, the same design, the same faded inscription. The memory hit him like a wave and for a moment, the world around him faded.


    He rummaged through his pockets, pulling out the pendant. The turning of the piece revealed the name that had been worn down by years of use, yet still visible. His name. His ex-lover¡¯s name. The connection became clearer! The face of the boy, the way he had looked, how he had reminded Vincent of someone he once knew... it wasn¡¯t just a passing resemblance!


    And then it hit him. That boy wasn¡¯t a stranger at all!


    Vincent¡¯s thoughts spun and he found himself staring at a photograph in his hands¡ªone taken years ago, a moment of happiness, a birthday surprise with friends. In the photo, his ex-lover wore the same pendant! Vincent remembered how he had always hated how the pendant was so close to their hearts, so much a part of them. And now, that pendant had found its way back to him in a way he could never have anticipated!


    Tears filled his eyes as he whispered to himself, the words carrying a heaviness that only he could understand! ¡°I never thought I¡¯d see you like this... but now, I wonder if fate had always meant for us to meet like this.¡±


    And with that, Vincent threw the pendant into the wind, watching as it sailed through the air, his heart breaking with each second. He closed his eyes and a single tear fell, a silent tribute to the boy who might have been his son, a son he never knew!

 Chapter 3 - After the Thunder

    Vincent didn¡¯t sleep that night. He had the photograph with him, clutching it tightly as though it could somehow offer him answers. The storm roared to its peak, the wind howling like a beast unleashed and trees were uprooted, crashing to the ground in a frenzy. The sound of thunder rumbled through the night, echoing the chaos of his mind! And yet, in the midst of all the madness, he couldn¡¯t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered. The image of him and his ex-lover¡ªhis face frozen in that photograph¡ªkept circling in his thoughts, each time pulling him deeper into confusion!


    As the storm raged, Vincent found no solace, only questions! Why had John been there that night? What had driven him to that street at that exact moment? What was it about that encounter that had changed everything? Was it fate? Was it a cruel twist of destiny? What if John had not shown up, or if he had gone somewhere else, somewhere safer? Could he have saved him? These questions burned in his chest like an unhealed wound! He couldn¡¯t stop asking himself, but each answer seemed to slip further out of reach! He even questioned the nature of his own feelings! Had it been guilt or was there something more¡ªsomething deeper he had never fully realized?


    The next morning, the sun rose like any other normal day, casting its golden light over the town as if the storm had never happened. But to Vincent, the day felt hollow, as if it was mocking him! A new day had begun, but the echoes of that fateful storm¡ªthe one that had claimed John¡¯s life along with so many other things¡ªstill rang in his ears! The haunting screech of the truck¡¯s tires filled his thoughts, followed by the awful silence that followed. Why did it feel like nothing was real anymore?


    The next day, the driver¡ªstill shaking, visibly scarred by the events of the night¡ªwas informed that he might be facing six months in prison, a hefty fine and the suspension of his license! The punishment seemed inevitable, but to Vincent, it felt like no punishment at all. Nothing could bring John back! Nothing could undo the damage that had been done! In his mind, nothing could restore the fragile sense of peace he had before that night. He almost wondered if anyone could understand the weight of the loss, the feeling of something irreparably broken.


    Vincent made his way to the cemetery, the place where John now lay. The grave was situated at the edge of town, a quiet corner far removed from the bustle of daily life! The name carved into the stone read John Evigeni. The wind carried a cold chill but Vincent barely noticed. His eyes were locked on the grave as if he could will the stone to speak, to give him some kind of clue, some trace of understanding. He stood there for a moment, as if trying to comprehend the weight of the name, the person who had lived, who had died so suddenly and now lay beneath the earth. Could it be that John had wanted peace, but never found it? Was that the reason for everything?


    He opened a bottle of wine, its dark liquid spilling gently onto the grave as a tribute. He placed a Baccara Rose bouquet on top, the flowers chosen carefully! They had been the same flowers his ex-lover once adored. Vincent whispered softly, ¡°May your next life bring you the peace and happiness you never found in this one, even though I was not there.¡± The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. A tear slipped down Vincent¡¯s cheek, though he didn¡¯t acknowledge it. He was no longer sure if he was speaking to John, to himself or to the ghosts of the past that had haunted him for so long.


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    He didn¡¯t try to find out if John was his son. The truth, if it existed was irrelevant now. He had lost any desire for answers. Instead, he stood there in the cold silence, feeling the weight of his own grief, the guilt gnawing at him and the questions about what could have been. What was the point of it all now? He didn¡¯t know what he was looking for¡ªmaybe absolution, maybe a sign¡ªbut there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the earth beneath him and the distant cry of birds.


    Meanwhile, in a faraway dimension, John drifted through an endless void. He couldn''t open his eyes! There was no light, no sound¡ªnothing at all! It was as though he were suspended in a dark, infinite haze, devoid of vision or sensation! Time seemed to lose its meaning here; ages felt like seconds and yet there was no sense of passage. He had no idea how long he''d been in this place. Where was he? What had happened?


    John had one thing¡ªhis thoughts. But even those seemed distant and muted, as if they were no longer truly his. His mind wandered aimlessly, trying to understand what had happened! Had he been cast into this void because of his own failures? Was this punishment? Was this death or some strange form of purgatory? The more he tried to focus, the less he could understand. Every attempt to grasp reality seemed to slip further away! Was this even real? Or was it just his mind unraveling?


    He pondered wildly, imagining all sorts of bizarre possibilities. Perhaps he had been caught in some cosmic accident, trapped between worlds! Maybe this was some twisted game the universe was playing or he was in some kind of limbo, doomed to drift forever. What was he supposed to learn here? What did any of this mean? Why couldn¡¯t he make sense of it?


    But none of these ideas made sense! Everything was a blur, disconnected and distant and in his confusion, John started to wonder if he had ever truly lived at all. Was his life just a fleeting thought, a passing moment that had no lasting impact on the world? Or had his death erased everything that had come before? If he had died, then who was he now?


    He strained to remember, to piece together the fragments of his last moments. He recalled a storm¡ªthe deafening roar of thunder, the icy wind, the rain pelting his face! He had been walking, maybe running, trying to make it to Vincent¡¯s shop. John had been thrown out of his job, his long-time position crumbling under the weight of others¡¯ greed! His life had seemed like it was crumbling around him. Why hadn¡¯t he avoided the danger? Why had he even been out there in the first place?


    He had gone to see Vincent! At first, it had been about trying to get closure, to make amends for their tangled history. But what had happened? His mind replayed those moments as if they were a broken film reel! He had thought it would be simple, maybe even easy but the place had been emptier than he expected! He had pulled his hood up to avoid being recognized but the loneliness of the place had unsettled him. It wasn¡¯t what he had imagined. He had been so close to Vincent, yet so far away! What had he hoped for? Why had he believed that their meeting would be anything but another disappointment?


    Then, in a blur, the truck had come¡ªslamming into him! The world tilted sideways and everything was dark, his body thrown violently! He didn¡¯t even remember feeling the impact. But in that moment, he had realized something strange: he had saved a cat¡¯s life! Amid the chaos, he had somehow spared that innocent creature from the fate that was now his!


    The memory swirled in his mind like a fog, thick and impenetrable. He tried to remember what had happened next! Vincent¡¯s voice calling out for help echoed in his mind, sharp and desperate. But he had missed the thunder¡¯s roar before everything went dark. The pain in his veins, the blood rushing from his body... It was all so clear now.


    John understood now. He had died. But where was he now? Was he in hell? Was he being punished? Or was this just another part of existence he could not comprehend? His mind raced but still, there were no answers! His thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and desperation!


    John closed his thoughts for a moment. He prayed, not for mercy, but for something else entirely. "Please, God!" he whispered in his mind, "Let me be in heaven. Let me not fall into hell!" Anything but that.


    But the void offered no answer, only silence. A silence that stretched on forever.


    And in that silence, John waited¡ªunseen, unheard, unsure of what was to come next. Would the universe answer his call? Would he ever find peace? Or was he condemned to drift forever in this endless, empty place?

 Chapter 4 - Whispers in the Void

    Suddenly, a strange sensation filled John''s senses, the air around him thick with an unknown energy. His mind swirled as the void''s pull intensified, urging him forward. The fear that once gripped him began to fade, replaced with an overwhelming curiosity. He knew he had died¡ªhis body no longer existed in the realm of the living. But something was different here, something beyond the void.


    The pull softened and John¡¯s awareness sharpened. He could feel that he had entered a place that had air, a gentle breeze that whispered across him. Though his eyes remained closed, he could sense the faint presence of life¡ªa warmth in the air, a pulse that beat like a heart. His chest rose and fell, as if breathing in sync with the world around him, though it made no sense. He couldn¡¯t move, but he didn¡¯t need to.


    In the distance, muffled voices echoed through the space, speaking in what felt like an alien tongue. It was as though their words were coated in static, shifting and cracking like a broken transmission.


    "Vrak''thor bazzilom pendarvash," the voice said, distant and distorted. "Frelmox quindrith gol''vurnah..."


    John¡¯s mind strained to understand, but it was no use. The gibberish felt alien, yet oddly familiar¡ªlike a memory just beyond reach. His thoughts twisted as he struggled to comprehend the words but they faded, lost in the ether.


    Still, he felt something stir within him¡ªan instinct, perhaps, a deep-rooted sense that this place was not entirely foreign. There was power here, a force that seemed to hum just beneath the surface of everything. The energy of this strange realm seeped into his very being.


    "Zhorna plimzok treshkaron..." the voice continued, fading as if moving further away.


    John''s mind raced, his body unresponsive. What were they saying? Who were they? Was he being summoned or was he part of something greater? The void had taken him to this place¡ªwas it a realm of the dead? Or perhaps somewhere beyond death, where reality itself bent and twisted?


    He couldn¡¯t see, couldn¡¯t speak but the feeling of life, the sensation of air and the endless swirling voices surrounded him. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt something other than dread.


    And then, as if the universe itself had decided, a moment of clarity broke through the fog in his mind. A strange word, whispered like a key to an ancient door, echoed in his thoughts:


    "Gravolok..."


    The word lingered in his consciousness, resonating with power and the world around him trembled.


    John¡¯s consciousness snapped back into focus with a jolt, a surge of memories flooding him as if he had been thrown into someone else¡¯s life. His surroundings felt strange, foreign, but still intimately familiar. Slowly, he became aware of the body he now inhabited¡ªMelch Vasti, a boy whose life had already been tainted by the shadow of death. He could feel the frailty, the sickness that had once been his own but there was something more now, something alien that wasn¡¯t supposed to be part of this body.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    The memories began to fall into place, like a puzzle that was not his but was somehow his now. He remembered the small town of Noncrest, the grand ancestral home of the Vasti family, hidden among the wilderness near the kingdom of Forziac. A place of history, yes, but also a place of secrets of ancient bloodlines and hidden magics. He remembered Melch, this boy whose body had been ravaged by the cruel disease Valkora¡ªa disease where the body deteriorated slowly, causing bones to fracture and organs to fail.Core symptoms include being weak, frail and prone to bleeding from eyes, ears and nose. That would eventually claim him, leaving him weak, frail and destined for an early grave.


    But now John, trapped within Melch¡¯s failing body, began to understand how far Melch had gone to cheat death.


    He saw the faces of the family¡ªthe strong, capable mother, Liliana always in control, always managing the family¡¯s military affairs while her husband, the noble lord Oba Vasti was away at war. The ever-watchful butler Galen, who ran the household with quiet authority and Leif, a boy Melch¡¯s age who had been his partner in crime, his friend in the depths of his loneliness. But more than anyone, John now understood the burden that had weighed on Melch¡¯s small fragile heart: his own death, always looming, always closer.


    He could feel Melch¡¯s desperation, that fear of the inevitable that had driven him to the forbidden corners of his family¡¯s estate¡ªthe ancestor¡¯s room, where old relics and forgotten books lay in dust. He could see, with Melch¡¯s eyes, the moment when his friend Leif had rushed to his side as blood poured from his body. It was there, in the quiet corners of the house, where Melch had found The Codex of False Healing¡ªa book that promised a way to cheat death, to extend life through forbidden magic.


    The dark spell, the ritual that came with a terrible price¡ªJohn felt it all, his body shuddering as he recalled the words that Melch had read in secret: the blood, the hair, the nails, the essence of venomous creatures and the mysterious "Blood of the Ancestor" that could only be acquired by burning the pages of the very spell that would save him. The more John thought about it, the clearer it became: this was the moment, the decision that had led to the ritual¡ªthe moment that had sealed Melch¡¯s fate.


    And now, John was trapped within it.


    In the haze of memories, he could hear the incantation, the strange gibberish Melch had spoken in desperation, his voice trembling with fear and hope. Vrak''thor bazzilom pendarvash... Frelmox quindrith gol''vurnah... Zhorna plimzok treshkaron... Balthrin quozzith tra''mok! The words echoed in his mind and he could feel the power behind them¡ªpower that should not have existed, power that had awakened something in Melch''s body that had never been meant to stir.


    The ritual had worked, but at what cost? John tried to focus, to make sense of the situation but the memories were fragmented, chaotic. The body he now inhabited was not fully his own. It was still Melch¡¯s, yet it was marked by something darker, something ancient. The power of the ritual surged within him but it was not just the magic of the Vasti family¡ªit was something older, something tied to the bloodline to the very ancestors whose names were etched into stone in the Ancestral Hall.


    John tried to fight it, to pull himself out but it was futile. He wasn¡¯t in control anymore. He was Melch, but not. The boy¡¯s life had already ended and now John was the vessel for something else¡ªsomething far more ancient and far more powerful than the frail, dying body could ever have contained.


    In the void, where his soul had been lost, John had been pulled into this place, this body, this fate. His own death had been intertwined with Melch¡¯s desperate attempt to escape his. And now, trapped in the aftermath of Melch''s dark bargain, John could do nothing but watch as the remnants of the boy¡¯s soul fought to retain control.


    But what had happened to Melch? Was he still there, locked in a corner of his own mind or had he already faded into oblivion? John could feel his presence¡ªweak, like a flickering candle in the dark but it was there.


    He had possessed Melch but in doing so, he had become entangled in the boy''s tragic story. The dark ritual had gone beyond what either of them had anticipated. The boundary between life and death was no longer clear and John¡¯s own fate was now tied to that of Melch Vasti, a boy who had tried to escape death by embracing darkness.


    And as John¡¯s mind swirled in the haze of confusion, the memories continued to flood him¡ªMelch¡¯s life, his pain, his desire to survive at any cost. And in the back of his mind, John began to wonder: Was this really the end? Or was something far darker awaiting them both in this twisted fate that had brought them together?


    One thing was certain: John¡¯s journey had just begun.

 Chapter 5 - A Blade, Blood, and Mystery

    Melch¡¯s frail body, already ravaged by the disease Valkora had been pushed far beyond its limits. The boy had spent the entire night conducting the forbidden magic from the Codex of False Healing, a tome he had discovered in the dusty corners of the ancestor¡¯s room. The spell required a mix of stolen ingredients from the family vault, and in his desperation, Melch had injured himself repeatedly while sneaking them out¡ªhis hands trembling as he worked tirelessly. One deep cut on his palm still oozed blood, a necessary component for the ritual that had brought John into his body.


    The toll of these actions weighed heavily on Melch. His weakened state, combined with the strain of sleepless nights and the exhausting rituals left him utterly depleted. John, now trapped in Melch¡¯s body could feel the pain and fatigue coursing through him. His movements were sluggish, his limbs unresponsive. The memories of Melch¡¯s life had flooded his consciousness, leaving John overwhelmed by a sense of melancholy and desperation.


    After the ritual¡¯s completion, John had collapsed in the ancestor¡¯s room, unable to muster the strength to leave. His head throbbed from the rush of memories, and his frail, borrowed body forced him into an uneasy sleep.


    The next morning, Patricia, a maid with long, curly hair and a youthful innocence that revealed her years of service, arrived at Melch¡¯s room carrying his daily medicines. She knocked softly on the door, her voice gentle but insistent.


    ¡°Young master, it¡¯s time for your medicine¡± she called. When no response came, her brow furrowed. She tried the door handle, only to find it locked.


    Patricia¡¯s concern grew. Melch rarely locked his door and even when he did, he would always respond to her calls. She lingered by the door, uncertain of what to do?


    A faint tune began to echo through the hallway, cheerful and unbothered. Leif appeared around the corner, humming a lively melody as he balanced a bouquet of freshly picked flowers in one hand. He moved with an easy, light-footed gait, his energy contagious.


    ¡°Morning, Patricia!¡± Leif greeted brightly. ¡°A bouquet for the littlest Vasti. Naeth¡¯s going to love these¡ªthey¡¯re still fresh from the dew!¡± His grin faltered slightly when he noticed Patricia¡¯s worried expression.


    ¡°Hey, What¡¯s with the long face?¡± he asked, his youthful energy giving way to concern. ¡°Is Melch all right?¡±


    Patricia hesitated before answering. ¡°I¡¯ve knocked, but there¡¯s no response. The door is locked, and he¡¯s not taking his medicine. This isn¡¯t like him.¡±


    Leif¡¯s mind raced. Despite Melch¡¯s eccentricities, he always took his medicine. Something felt off. ¡°Let me take care of this¡± he said, his voice steady despite the knot of worry forming in his chest.


    First, Leif went to Naeth¡¯s room to place the flowers in her vase. The youngest Vasti, who was two years old had a penchant for simple joys¡ªflowers, butterflies and the occasional playful visit to the stables. With a glance out Naeth¡¯s window, Leif noticed that Melch¡¯s room¡¯s windows were slightly open. An idea struck him and he hurried outside.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Melch, ever the curious and resourceful one, had a habit of sneaking out of his room using the large tree near his window. Leif had learned the trick from him and now intended to use it to gain entry. With practiced ease, he climbed the tree and slipped into Melch¡¯s room through the open window.


    But the room was empty.


    Leif¡¯s heart sank. He quickly unlocked the door from the inside, letting Patricia in. ¡°He¡¯s not here¡± he said grimly. ¡°We need to tell Galen and Lady Liliana.¡±


    The news of Melch¡¯s disappearance threw the Vasti household into chaos. Galen, the aged and stern butler whose wisdom had guided the family through many crises, wasted no time organizing a search. His brisk commands echoed through the halls as servants scurried to obey.


    ¡°Check the grounds thoroughly¡± he ordered. ¡°Every room, every corner. Leave no place unexamined.¡± His sharp eyes landed on Leif, who was fidgeting nervously. ¡°You¡ªwhat were you and the young master doing yesterday? Speak truthfully, boy.¡±


    Leif hesitated under Galen¡¯s piercing gaze but knew better than to lie. ¡°We went to the ancestor¡¯s hall and ancestor¡¯s room¡± he admitted, scratching the back of his head. ¡°Melch¡­ well, he was bleeding again like usual and we were¡­ uh, just looking around and playing. I brought him back, made sure he rested. We didn¡¯t do anything weird, I promise!¡±


    Liliana, the matriarch of the household, who had been listening silently raised an eyebrow but didn¡¯t interrupt. Her composure was unshaken, her mind already piecing together the puzzle. This wasn¡¯t the first time Melch¡¯s curiosity had led him into trouble. She knew the boy¡¯s illness made him restless, his mind eager to uncover all the corners and secrets within their estate.


    ¡°The ancestor¡¯s room¡± Liliana said, her voice calm but resolute. ¡°If he¡¯s anywhere, it will be there.¡±


    Without hesitation, she led the way, her movements purposeful. She knew the secret passageways of the estate better than anyone and quickly navigated to the ancestor¡¯s hall. As she approached, her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure lying on the cold stone floor.


    It was Melch.


    Liliana knelt beside him, her gaze immediately taking in the scene. A knife lay discarded nearby, its blade stained with dried blood. Her hand moved to check the boy¡¯s pulse, her mind assessing every detail. There were no fresh wounds on his body, but his face was pale, his breathing shallow.


    ¡°Melch,¡± she murmured, her voice softening. Her fingers brushed against his forehead. ¡°What have you done, my child?¡±


    Behind her, Galen¡¯s voice cut through the quiet. ¡°Is he alive, my lady?¡±


    ¡°He¡¯s alive¡± Liliana confirmed, though her tone carried a weight of concern. She turned to Patricia, who stood trembling at the doorway. ¡°Fetch warm water and clean cloths. Quickly.¡±


    Patricia nodded, her curls bouncing as she hurried away.


    Leif hovered nearby, guilt written across his face. ¡°I should¡¯ve stopped him. I should¡¯ve told someone sooner.¡±


    Liliana glanced at him, her expression unreadable. ¡°You¡¯re a loyal friend, Leif. But loyalty sometimes blinds us to what must be done. Stay with me now. We¡¯ll get him through this.¡±


    As Patricia returned with the supplies, Liliana began cleaning the dried blood from Melch¡¯s hand. Her movements were steady, her focus unwavering. Despite the blood, there were no visible wounds on Melch¡¯s hand or body, a detail that only deepened the mystery. Galen standing tall and imposing observed silently, his presence a pillar of strength.


    ¡°We don¡¯t know what happened here¡± Galen said at last, his voice grave. ¡°But it¡¯s clear this situation requires discretion.¡±


    ¡°For now, he needs rest¡± Liliana replied, her tone firm yet calm. ¡°Leif, carry him with me to his room.¡±


    Leif obeyed, gently lifting his friend¡¯s frail body. As they left the ancestor¡¯s hall, Liliana cast one last glance at the discarded knife and the faint traces of disturbance that lingered in the air. The weight of what might have happened pressed heavily on her mind, but no answers presented themselves. For now, the boy¡¯s survival was all that mattered.


    Galen lingered in the room for a moment longer, his sharp eyes scanning every detail. The knife, its blade crusted with dried blood, lay ominously on the floor. Yet there were no clear signs of what had transpired¡ªno marks of ritual or disturbance beyond the bloodied blade. Whatever Melch had done here, it remained shrouded in secrecy.


    Turning to Patricia, who stood nervously by the doorway, Galen¡¯s tone shifted to one of firm authority. ¡°Patricia, you are not to speak of this to anyone. Not the other staff, not the family. Do you understand?¡±


    Patricia nodded quickly, clutching her hands tightly. ¡°Yes, Sir Galen. I understand.¡±


    ¡°Good,¡± Galen replied briskly. ¡°Now go prepare fresh linens for the young master¡¯s bed. He will need comfort and quiet when he awakens.¡±


    As Patricia hurried away to carry out her orders, Galen took one last measured look at the room before following Liliana and Leif. The events in the ancestor¡¯s hall remained a puzzle, but Galen knew better than to jump to conclusions. Answers would come in time and until then, silence and caution would serve the household best.

 Chapter 6 - A New Life

    The soft golden light of the twin suns streamed through the carved wooden windows, casting long, flickering shadows across the ornate tapestries lining the walls of the Vasti family estate. Melch¡ªor rather, John inhabiting Melch¡¯s body¡ªwoke slowly, his body feeling heavy as though he had been submerged underwater for days. His limbs ached, his chest felt tight, and there was a dull, lingering pain in his palm, where the strange injury had been healed.


    The smell of lavender filled the room¡ªa calming scent that seemed to waft from the open window. His eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the figure of a woman sitting beside him, her back straight and her posture almost military. She looked down at him with a mix of irritation and concern. Liliana. His¡ªno, Melch¡¯s¡ªmother.


    Her gaze bore into him, and John, despite the oddity of his situation, instinctively felt the tension rise within him. He swallowed hard. The stern authority she exuded made his chest tighten further. He wasn¡¯t her son, but right now, he had to play the part, or he risked everything.


    ¡°You¡¯re awake¡± she said sharply, though the slight relief in her voice was evident. ¡°Finally. Do you know the chaos you¡¯ve caused?¡±


    Before he could respond, there was a soft knock at the door. It creaked open, and Patricia, one of the estate¡¯s long-time maids, entered quietly, balancing a tray in her hands. The aroma of freshly cooked soup wafted into the room, warm and inviting. John¡¯s stomach growled loudly, betraying his need despite the discomfort that still lingered.


    Patricia offered a small bow before placing the tray on a side table. ¡°Lady Liliana, I¡¯ve brought the young master¡¯s meal. It¡¯s light¡ªvegetable and fish soup, the way he likes it. It will help him regain his strength.¡±


    Liliana gave a curt nod, her expression softening just a fraction. Patricia hesitated briefly, stealing a glance at Melch before retreating from the room with measured steps. John noticed her gaze lingered, not out of curiosity, but concern¡ªa subtle detail that tugged at his chest.


    The soup¡¯s aroma filled his senses as Liliana picked up the wooden spoon and stirred it gently, letting the steam rise. John glanced at the food¡ªvegetables chopped finely and swimming in a clear broth, along with flakes of tender white fish that had been poached perfectly. The presentation was simple yet elegant, served in a rustic wooden bowl that spoke of tradition.


    ¡°Eat¡± Liliana commanded, her tone brooking no argument.


    John attempted to lift his hands, but his arms felt heavy, and the dull pain in his palm reminded him of the injury. He winced, faltering. Liliana noticed immediately. Without a word, she dipped the spoon into the broth, scooping up a generous portion before bringing it to his lips. Her movements were steady and practiced, though her expression remained unreadable.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    He hesitated to be fed by someone, but her sharp gaze made it clear there was no room for refusal. He opened his mouth, letting the warm soup slide down his throat. The taste was subtle but comforting¡ªthe natural sweetness of the fish blending with the earthy vegetables and the faint hint of herbs that lingered after each bite. It was nourishment, both for the body and soul, and despite the ache in his chest, it grounded him in this unfamiliar reality.


    Spoonful by spoonful, Liliana fed him, her focus unwavering. Though he began to feel full halfway through, her stern expression left no room for protest. ¡°You¡¯ll eat all of it¡± she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for debate. By the time the bowl was empty, his stomach felt bloated, but he also felt a faint spark of energy returning to his limbs.


    Liliana set the empty bowl aside, folding her hands neatly in her lap. Her expression hardened. ¡°Now¡± she began, her voice low and deliberate, ¡°tell me what you were doing in the ancestor¡¯s room.¡±


    The air seemed to shift, the weight of her question pressing down on him. John¡¯s mind raced, cobbling together fragments of Melch¡¯s memories. He knew this was a delicate moment¡ªone wrong answer could unravel everything. He couldn¡¯t afford that.


    ¡°I¡­ I wanted to grab some books¡± he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. ¡°To study at night.¡±


    Her brows furrowed. ¡°Books? You risked your health, caused panic throughout the household, and entered a restricted area for books?¡±


    John¡¯s throat tightened. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean to cause trouble¡± he said, lowering his gaze. ¡°I felt¡­ unwell while I was there. My symptoms flared up, and I couldn¡¯t make it back.¡±


    Liliana¡¯s lips pressed into a thin line as she regarded him carefully, her eyes narrowing. The silence that followed was suffocating, and John felt the weight of her judgment. Finally, she sighed, rubbing her temples.


    ¡°You¡¯ve always been curious, but this recklessness stops now¡± she said, her tone sharp. ¡°From this moment on, you¡¯re not to leave your room without Leif. That¡¯s an order.¡±


    He nodded, keeping his head bowed. Liliana rose from her chair, straightening her skirt. ¡°I¡¯ll leave you to rest.¡±


    Her words lingered in the air even after she left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. John let out a shaky breath, the tension draining from his body.


    The respite was brief, as the door opened again. This time, it was Leif, his carefree energy filling the room instantly. The boy grinned as he leaned against the doorframe, his sandy hair slightly disheveled.


    ¡°You really know how to stir up trouble¡± Leif said with a teasing lilt. ¡°Seriously, you could¡¯ve told me. I¡¯d have covered for you.¡±


    John managed a weak smile. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind next time.¡±


    Leif flopped onto the edge of the bed, his legs swinging idly. ¡°You know, Galen¡¯s pissed¡± he added with a chuckle. ¡°Thinks I should¡¯ve stopped you. Like that¡¯s even possible.¡±


    At the mention of Galen, John¡¯s chest tightened. Melch¡¯s memories painted a clear picture of the man¡ªold but fiercely protective, almost militaristic in his devotion to the family. If Galen had been present during the commotion, things would¡¯ve been far worse. For now, it seemed, Galen was busy elsewhere, likely managing the things in Liliana¡¯s stead.


    Leif stood suddenly, striding to the windows. He threw it open, letting the fresh afternoon breeze sweep into the room. ¡°Look at that¡± he said, pointing. ¡°Twin suns. Isn¡¯t it amazing?¡±


    John followed his gaze. The twin suns hung in the sky, one golden and the other tinged with crimson. Their light bathed the estate in a surreal glow, painting the rolling fields and distant mountains in hues of amber and rose. It was beautiful, almost otherworldly, but it only deepened the unease gnawing at his mind.


    In the quiet that followed, John¡¯s thoughts churned. Melch¡¯s memories gave him fragments of knowledge but no clarity about the spell. Why was he here? Why had the spell meant to prolong life thrust him into this body, into this world? And why did it feel like there was more to this than chance?


    Leif¡¯s voice faded into the background as John turned his gaze inward, his thoughts a maelstrom of questions. He closed his eyes, letting the breeze wash over him. The spell¡¯s intent had been clear¡ªto cheat death. But the result? That remained a mystery.


    As he opened his eyes again, staring at the twin suns on the horizon, a single question burned in his mind:


    ¡°Is this truly a second chance, or have I stolen someone else¡¯s life?¡±

 Chapter 7 - The Silent Reslove

    The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the ornate glass windows of Melch¡¯s bedroom, casting delicate patterns onto the stone floor. The faint hum of beoksfly something similar to cicadas outside the estate was a quiet reminder of the stillness of the night. Wrapped in layers of silk and velvet on the grand four-poster bed. John lay staring at the ceiling his thoughts spiraling. It had been a long day and though his body craved rest, his mind refused to relent.


    He was no longer John, not entirely. Nor was he Melch. The memories of two lives intertwined within him, blurring the lines between past and present. He needed to think¡ªno, to strategize. His future, precarious and uncertain, depended on it.


    In his previous life, John had been a team leader in a high-pressure corporate world. He was good at his job, but being good often came at a cost. He¡¯d been betrayed more times than he cared to admit¡ªby coworkers who smiled to his face while plotting his downfall behind his back, by supervisors who promised promotions only to undercut him, and even by subordinates who turned on him when it was convenient. Those experiences had shaped him, hardening his perspective on trust and loyalty.


    This world might be different, but humans¡ªor, in this case, nobles¡ªnature remained the same. He couldn¡¯t afford to rely on others without understanding their motives. Trust was a currency he wasn¡¯t willing to spend freely.


    Melch¡¯s body, fragile and plagued by Valkora was a curse in itself. John felt the tightness in his chest, the dull ache in his limbs, and the lingering sense of fragility that made every movement deliberate. His breath, though steady now, often felt like it could falter at the slightest exertion. It was terrifying. But far more terrifying was the realization that he had no time to waste.


    He had pieced together fragments of Melch¡¯s life and goals. The immediate and most crucial objective was Theoder Academy. It wasn¡¯t just a prestigious institution¡ªit was a lifeline, a beacon of hope in a sea of despair. Melch had known this and planned for it, albeit with limited options.


    The academy offered different paths: mage, warrior, historian, or healer. John sifted through the possibilities, one by one, his mind analyzing every aspect. A mage? Unlikely. Melch¡¯s memories confirmed what John already feared¡ªthis body couldn¡¯t sense mana. Melch had always suspected it, especially after hearing about his sister Maia exhibit magical potential at the age of four. John clenched his fists under the covers. If mana was tied to the soul, as Melch¡¯s knowledge suggested, then maybe, just maybe, John could tap into it. But the thought was a gamble at best.


    The warrior path was even more improbable. Melch¡¯s body was far too weak for physical combat. The boy could barely climb a set of stairs that in itself could be considered an achivement, let alone wield a sword or endure rigorous training. John dismissed the idea entirely.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    That left history and medicine. Melch had chosen history, and for good reason. His understanding of Ancient Forsic and Modern Forsic¡ªthe two key languages of the kingdom¡ªgave him a significant edge. He could delve into forgotten texts, uncover ancient relics, and perhaps even find a way to cure himself.


    But the notion of relics made John pause. In his previous life, he¡¯d learned that valuable resources¡ªbe it a promotion, a project, or, in this case, a relic¡ªwere never simply given. They were fought over, coveted, and often stolen. Healing relics, in particular, were rare and priceless. Owning one would paint a target on his back, drawing the attention of nobles, criminals, and even sometimes kingdoms.


    No, securing a relic wouldn¡¯t be enough. He needed to ensure that no one else could take it from him. That meant secrecy, strategy, and, above all, caution. He couldn¡¯t rely on blind trust¡ªnot with the stakes this high.


    His thoughts turned to Melch¡¯s siblings. They were potential allies, but John couldn¡¯t ignore the risks. Maia, the second-born, was a prodigy at the Legerth Academy of Magic. She was an elite student, her letters to the family brimming with tales of her achievements and the academy¡¯s grandeur. She had access to resources beyond John¡¯s imagination. But there was a problem¡ªLegerth¡¯s focus was destruction magic, artifacts of war and power. Healing relics were far from their priority, and John doubted she would risk her own standing to help her sickly brother.


    Devon, the eldest sibling, seemed like a more realistic option. As the heir to the Vasti household, Devon was being groomed under the tutelage of their maternal grandfather, Thomas Nicolescu. The man was a knight commander of the Order of the Verdant Shield, an influential order within the Church of Beginnings. Melch¡¯s treatments already came from Thomas¡¯s contributions. If anyone could secure rare medicines or relics, it was him.


    But relying on Devon or Thomas wasn¡¯t without complications. The Church was a powerful institution, its influence woven into every aspect of the kingdom. Any aid from them would come with strings attached. John shuddered at the thought of becoming indebted to an organization as vast and controlling as the Church of Beginnings. In his old life, he¡¯d seen how dependency on a single entity could be exploited. He wouldn¡¯t let himself become a pawn.


    John exhaled deeply, his breath misting in the cool night air. If he pursued a relic, he would need discretion, allies, and a plan. But allies required careful vetting. Melch¡¯s memories suggested loyalty from Leif, but John knew better than to take that for granted. Even Leif, with his cheerful demeanor, might betray him if the right opportunity presented itself.


    John¡¯s scientific background in his previous life pushed him to analyze the situation critically. If mana was tied to the soul, as Melch¡¯s fragmented knowledge suggested, then there was a chance¡ªhowever slim¡ªthat John could tap into it. If he could awaken even the faintest spark of magic within himself, it could change everything.


    But even that came with risks. Magic was not just a tool; it was a symbol of power. And power, in any form, drew attention.


    John sighed, his gaze drifting to the window. The twin moons hung low in the sky, their pale light illuminating the rolling fields beyond the estate. Somewhere out there, answers awaited him. He just had to survive long enough to find them.


    Melch¡¯s memories offered glimpses of hope. Theoder Academy, with its libraries and scholars could hold the key. But to get there, John had to navigate the challenges ahead. Securing a recommendation was crucial, and he would need to carefully play his role as the youngest son of the Vasti household. Any hint of strangeness in his behavior could raise suspicions.


    ¡°I need to survive¡± he whispered to himself, the words barely audible in the stillness of the room. ¡°But survival isn¡¯t enough. I need control.¡±


    The night deepened, the estate bathed in the silvery glow of moonlight. As sleep finally claimed him, one thought remained etched in his mind:


    He would not be a victim of circumstances. Not this time.

 Chapter 8 - Seeds of Preparation

    The morning sun broke through the thick curtains of the Vasti household, bathing the room in a soft glow. John now inhabiting Melch¡¯s fragile body sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing. Today was pivotal. He needed to secure his future by preparing for the Theoder Academy¡¯s entrance exams, but the road ahead was anything but straightforward.


    Melch¡¯s memories told him that securing his grandfather¡¯s recommendation was the easiest route. As the knight commander of the Order of the Verdant Shield under the Church of Beginnings, Thomas Nicolescu held considerable influence. However, Melch knew his grandfather¡¯s time was precious, and there was no guarantee the letter he sent would reach him in time. With just 37 days left until the academy¡¯s entrance exams, every second counted.


    John''s strategy was clear: pass at least two of the three entrance exams. The written test would be manageable with Melch¡¯s knowledge, but the physical and magical affinity tests posed significant challenges. Becoming a healer seemed like a viable option. Melch had basic theoretical knowledge, but practice was another matter entirely. Time was his greatest adversary.


    Determined, John called for Galen, the Vasti household¡¯s butler and former knight. Galen arrived promptly, his towering frame and stern demeanor filling the room. His sharp eyes scanned John, assessing him with the precision of a seasoned warrior.


    ¡°You called for me, young master?¡± Galen¡¯s tone was firm, his voice carrying an undercurrent of authority.


    ¡°Yes¡± John replied, standing as straight as his frail body allowed. ¡°I need your help, Galen. The physical test for Theoder Academy¡­ I need to be ready. I want you to train me.¡±


    Galen¡¯s brow furrowed, his expression unreadable. ¡°Training you for a physical test is not a simple task, especially given your¡­ condition. But if this is your decision, I will assist you.¡±


    Leif, who had been lounging in a chair by the window, perked up at the exchange. His carefree grin spread across his face as he leaned forward. ¡°Training, huh? This should be fun to watch. You sure you¡¯re up for it, Melch? Galen¡¯s training isn¡¯t exactly a walk in the park.¡±


    John shot Leif a determined look. ¡°I don¡¯t have a choice.¡±


    Galen crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. ¡°If we¡¯re going to do this, we¡¯ll start slow. I¡¯ll gradually increase the intensity to match what your body can handle. Overexertion will only harm you.¡±


    ¡°Understood,¡± John replied, his voice steady.


    Leif chuckled, clearly amused. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll stick around for moral support. Someone has to keep the mood light.¡±


    Galen ignored the comment, already mentally formulating a training regimen. ¡°We¡¯ll start with basic exercises to build stamina. Walking laps around the garden, light stretching, and breathing exercises. Once your body adjusts, we¡¯ll move on to more rigorous activities.¡±You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    John nodded, silently committing himself to the plan. He couldn¡¯t afford to fail.


    Later that day, John asked Galen to gather books and materials related to medicine and healing. Galen raised an eyebrow but complied, his efficiency evident as he returned with an armful of ancient tomes and jars filled with dried herbs.


    ¡°These are from the storeroom¡± Galen explained, placing the items on a table. ¡°They¡¯re basic but should suffice for your studies.¡±


    Leif hovered nearby, his curiosity piqued. ¡°What¡¯s all this for? You planning to become an apothecary now?¡±


    ¡°Something like that¡± John replied vaguely, not wanting to delve into details. He couldn¡¯t afford to let anyone know his full plan just yet.


    As the days passed, Galen¡¯s training began in earnest. True to his word, he started slow, ensuring John¡¯s body adjusted to the new regimen. Each morning began with a walk around the estate gardens, followed by light stretches. Galen¡¯s watchful eyes missed nothing, and his gruff voice barked instructions whenever John faltered.


    ¡°Straighten your back¡± Galen ordered during one session. ¡°Your posture is half the battle. A weak stance invites defeat.¡±


    John complied, gritting his teeth against the ache in his limbs. The progress was slow, but he could feel his body adapting, however slightly. Galen¡¯s approach was methodical, pushing John just enough to build strength without causing harm.


    Leif, true to his word, often hung around during the training sessions, offering encouragement in his own peculiar way. ¡°Come on, Melch, you¡¯ve got this! Just imagine Galen¡¯s face if you actually manage to impress him.¡±


    Galen shot Leif a withering glare. ¡°If you¡¯re not going to contribute, stay out of the way.¡±


    Leif smirked, unfazed. ¡°Oh, I¡¯m contributing, all right. Morale is important, you know.¡±


    In the evenings, John turned his attention to studying the books Galen had provided. One particular text caught his eye: a detailed guide on the art of creating elixirs. The process was intricate, requiring precision and an understanding of each ingredient¡¯s properties. Dried herbs, ground minerals, and distilled liquids had to be combined in exact proportions, often requiring hours of meticulous preparation.


    John found himself engrossed in the work, his hands moving deftly as he prepared his first concoction. Leif, ever the curious observer, peeked over his shoulder.


    ¡°What¡¯s that supposed to be?¡± Leif asked, his nose wrinkling at the strong, earthy scent emanating from the mixture.


    ¡°An energy-boosting elixir¡± John replied, not looking up. ¡°It¡¯s supposed to help with fatigue.¡±


    Leif leaned closer, his expression skeptical. ¡°You sure it won¡¯t just knock you out instead?¡±


    John sighed. ¡°If you¡¯re so worried, why don¡¯t you try it first?¡±


    Leif laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. ¡°No thanks. I¡¯ll stick to cheering you on from a safe distance.¡±


    Despite Leif¡¯s teasing, John continued his work, perfecting his technique with each attempt. The knowledge from Melch¡¯s memories proved invaluable, giving him an edge in understanding the ancient recipes.


    On the ninth day of his preparations, John decided to test a theory. If his body now truly possessed some innate ability to heal itself, as he suspected what had happened during the summoning where Melch¡¯s hand which was cut during the spell was healed later, then it could change everything. Using a thorny herb, he pricked his hand, drawing blood. The pain was sharp, but he endured it for more than 30 minutes of waiting, then the wound slowly began to close.


    Two hours later, the wound was gone, leaving only a faint ache behind. It was proof that his body could heal, albeit imperfectly. The discovery filled him with cautious hope. If he could harness this ability, perhaps he could overcome the physical challenges ahead.


    The physical test loomed large in his mind. It wasn¡¯t just about running or climbing. It was a grueling trial that involved navigating forests filled with beasts and competing against other candidates. John knew he wasn¡¯t ready yet, but he was determined to keep pushing forward.


    As the 30th day approached, John reflected on his journey so far. Galen¡¯s training had strengthened his body, and his experiments with elixirs had deepened his understanding of healing. Leif¡¯s presence, though often distracting, had been a source of comfort.


    That night as he lay in bed, John¡¯s thoughts turned to the road ahead. The journey to Rakllan, the capital of the Viria Dukedom would be long and arduous. Yet, he welcomed the challenge. He imagined the faces of those who had underestimated him in his past life, their dismissive glances fueling his resolve. This time, he would forge a path no one could deny.


    He thought of the academy as more than just an institution. It was a proving ground, a stage where he could rewrite the narrative of his fragile existence. Every pain, every setback would be a step closer to breaking free of the shadow of death looming over him.

 Chapter 9 - Road to Rakllan

    John was brimming with excitement for the journey to Rakllan. It wasn¡¯t every day that Melch, a figure rarely seen outside the estate would venture beyond their territory. Most of what Melch knew about the world came from stories, yet he had experienced little of it firsthand. For John, who had been in this world for barely a month, the trip was an opportunity to explore and learn about a realm still shrouded in mystery for him.


    Patricia was bustling around ensuring everything was prepared for the young master¡¯s journey. She meticulously packed various medicines, ointments, clothes, herbs, and even a few books that Galen had entrusted to her. Galen had previously emphasized the importance of certain medicinal supplies for the young master¡¯s crafting experiments, so Patricia ensured those were packed with utmost care. She also took the liberty of adding extra food, knowing that Melch¡¯s current eating habits were quite different from before. Patricia had noticed his struggle with the bread and rice here. The real cause was that the bread while tolerable wasn¡¯t comparable to Earth¡¯s standards, and the rice lacked the variety he was accustomed to. Patricia tought that because of what happened at the ancestor¡¯s room might have been cause so she did her best to include meals that might suit his palate better.


    Patricia also packed a few tools and glass containers, recalling Galen¡¯s advice about experimenting on the road. He had mentioned how important it was for the young master to keep his mind active and engaged. She tucked these items carefully into the bags, along with a collection of handwritten notes from Galen that detailed various medicinal concoctions and techniques. While John had shown a budding interest in these crafts, Galen saw this trip as a chance to deepen that interest and encourage self-reliance.


    The carriage finally arrived, an imposing sight with its sleek design and eight powerful horses pulling it. John admired it briefly before his attention was drawn to a commotion in the distance. Approaching steadily was Galen, his imposing figure unmistakable even from afar. But what really caught John¡¯s eye was the figure trailing behind him. Leif, laden with several bags was being dragged along, his face a mix of exhaustion and annoyance.


    Leif had been enjoying a rare period of peace. With Melch behaving better recently and causing less trouble, Leif had finally found time to relax and sleep soundly in his room. He had hoped these calm days would continue. But his hopes were dashed when his door creaked open late at night, revealing the one person he least wanted to see¡ªGalen.


    For Leif, Galen was less a mentor and more a relentless taskmaster. Memories of his earlier days flashed through his mind. He had once lived carefree in a church, only for Galen to pluck him out and thrust him into the Vasti household. Instead of simply feeding and housing him, Galen had assigned him grueling tasks that tested his endurance. Over time, Leif grew to appreciate some of the work but he never forgot the exhausting journey that had brought him here.


    ¡°Pack your things¡± Galen ordered, his tone brooking no argument. ¡°You¡¯re leaving with the young lord tomorrow morning before sunrise.¡±


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    Leif groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. ¡°Go where? The Theoder Academy doesn¡¯t allow servants. If someone needs assistance, they hire staff from the academy.¡±


    Galen¡¯s expression remained firm. ¡°You¡¯re not going as a servant. You¡¯ll be taking the entrance exam for the academy.¡±


    Leif stared at him, stunned. ¡°Me? Why? I¡¯m fine with my life here. Wandering the estate, doing odd jobs¡­ it suits me.¡±


    ¡°Your potential is wasted,¡± Galen replied sharply. ¡°You¡¯re capable of far more than you allow yourself to believe.¡±


    Leif wanted to protest but knew it was futile. Galen¡¯s decisions were absolute. Grumbling under his breath he reluctantly began gathering his belongings, muttering about being dragged into unnecessary situations.


    When Leif finally arrived with Galen, he wasted no time airing his grievances. ¡°Do you know how early he woke me up?¡± Leif asked John, gesturing animatedly. ¡°And for what? To take some exam I didn¡¯t even sign up for! I was fine where I was.¡±


    John chuckled, finding Leif¡¯s frustration amusing. ¡°Well, it looks like we¡¯ll both have our hands full. Misery loves company, right?¡±


    Leif shot him a glare. ¡°Oh, fantastic. Just what I needed. A travel companion to remind me how miserable this is.¡±


    Galen ignored Leif¡¯s grumbling and turned to John. ¡°Young master, ensure that Leif doesn¡¯t get distracted during this journey. He has a tendency to¡­ wander.¡±


    ¡°Wander?¡± Leif repeated indignantly. ¡°I¡¯ll have you know I¡¯m perfectly capable of staying on task. When I want to.¡±


    ¡°And that¡¯s the problem,¡± Galen retorted. ¡°It¡¯s only when you want to.¡±


    John shook his head, suppressing a laugh. He could already tell this trip was going to be far from dull.


    Meanwhile, Patricia and Galen exchanged a quiet conversation. ¡°Are you sure about sending Leif?¡± Patricia asked. ¡°He doesn¡¯t seem ready for something like this.¡±


    ¡°Leif has immense potential,¡± Galen replied. ¡°He just needs the right push to realize it.¡±


    Patricia sighed. ¡°If you say so. But don¡¯t blame me if he drives the young master insane along the way.¡±


    Patricia¡¯s preparations also reflected her cautious nature. Alongside the books and herbs, she had included items she knew John might need for his personal experiments, following Galen¡¯s earlier instructions. The inclusion of rare medicinal herbs and reference materials hinted at Galen¡¯s subtle encouragement for John to continue honing his craft, even while away from the estate.


    Leif continued muttering complaints under his breath as Galen ensured he stayed on track. Though he made a show of resistance, it was clear that Galen¡¯s firm hand kept him from shirking his duties entirely.


    During one moment of quiet, Galen and John shared a brief conversation. ¡°Young master,¡± Galen said, his voice steady, ¡°are you prepared for the entrance? The Theoder Academy is not merely a place of study but a crucible. It will test you in ways you cannot yet imagine.¡±


    John nodded, though his expression betrayed his uncertainty. ¡°I¡¯m ready to learn. That¡¯s all I can promise right now.¡±


    Galen¡¯s eyes softened. ¡°That¡¯s a good start. But remember, knowledge without discipline is like a sword without a hilt. Unwieldy and dangerous.¡±


    John pondered Galen¡¯s words as the carriage began its journey. The road ahead was long, winding through dense forests and open plains. The beauty of the landscape was both calming and intimidating, a stark reminder of how vast and unexplored this world was for him.


    Leif, sitting across from John had finally stopped complaining and was instead staring out the window. ¡°You know¡± he began, his tone more reflective, ¡°this might not be so bad. A change of scenery could be interesting.¡±


    John smirked. ¡°Coming from the guy who was dragged here kicking and screaming, that¡¯s a big admission.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t get used to it¡± Leif replied, his usual sarcasm creeping back. ¡°I¡¯m just saying it beats polishing floors back at the estate.¡±


    Their banter continued lightening the mood in the carriage. Despite the challenges they anticipated there was a growing sense of camaraderie. Patricia¡¯s careful planning, Galen¡¯s quiet wisdom, and Leif¡¯s reluctant humor all combined to create an air of cautious optimism. John felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity. The journey to Rakllan promised to be full of challenges, discoveries, and perhaps a few surprises.

 Chapter 10 - Paths of Wealth with their Shadows of Conflict

    The path which leads them to Rakllan is through Viscount Begnes territory, then through Count Maives territory, and finally to Viria Dukedom. The journey to Begnes territory takes about three days as it is a long stretch of land. Begnes is a region known for its breathtaking ocean views, one of the few territories that boasts access to the sea. Due to its proximity to the ocean, the seafood there is extraordinary. It is one of the wealthier territories, not only because of its seafood but also due to the presence of demonic beasts in the sea which can be hunted for materials, elixirs, and research conducted by various academies.


    Demonic beasts are creatures that develop their abilities through mana. While dangerous, they are highly valued for the unique resources they provide. The group took a safer route, bypassing Viscount Velot''s territory. Velot''s lands are embroiled in a conflict with Count Gaillen over a newly discovered mana stone mine. Originally part of Gaillen''s land, this area was sold to Velot 200 years ago. Back then, it was just a stretch of barren mountains, but the recent discovery of a mana-rich mine has ignited tensions. This mine could elevate the owner''s status significantly¡ªwhether through offering it to the kingdom or exploiting its resources privately, it promises immense wealth and influence.


    This discovery has sparked a civil war between the two territories. The kingdom choosing not to interfere directly allows the two sides to battle it out. The victor will claim the mine but will likely emerge weakened, forcing them to negotiate with the kingdom to maintain stability. The loser protected by royal decree, will need to compensate the kingdom to retain some of their holdings. This delicate balance ensures that no faction grows too powerful while securing the kingdom''s interests.


    Oba Vasti, Melch''s father has promised support to Viscount Velot in exchange for a baron''s title and additional lands if Velot wins. This makes the conflict even more significant for Melch''s family. If Velot emerges victorious, Melch might be tasked with defending the Devil''s Front while his elder brother Devon could rise to the rank of baron. However, defeat could spell disaster leaving their fate uncertain until the royal family intervenes.


    The group passed through several lands, often camping near the main paths in tents. These stops allowed them to rest and resupply as needed. Upon reaching Begnes territory, they took the opportunity to purchase additional provisions for the journey and sent a message back to inform the household of their progress. Begnes known for its flourishing trade, also offered some exotic goods that piqued their interest. The merchants routes were bustling, making this part of the journey relatively secure.


    Melch spent his evenings reading the books Galen had handed him. Though the journey was long and tiring, Melch¡¯s determination kept him engrossed. The books detailed medical recpies, magical theories, historical battles, and survival techniques. Galen often quizzed him during their breaks, ensuring he understood the material. Despite the challenges, Melch finished the assigned reading within a couple of days impressing Galen with his diligence. Patricia said with her voice tinged with admiration. "It¡¯s inspiring to see someone so committed."


    "I need to be prepared." Melch replied, a faint smile on his face. "This journey isn¡¯t just about reaching Viria it¡¯s also about proving myself."


    Leif, as always maintained his carefree demeanor often making light-hearted remarks during their travels. However, his insights occasionally surprised everyone. One evening, as they rested by the campfire Melch asked why the kingdom chose not to interfere in the civil war between Gaillen and Velot. Leif reclining lazily explained with unexpected clarity, "It¡¯s simple really. The kingdom gains more by letting them weaken each other. If they stepped in both sides would unite against a common enemy. But this way, the victor is desperate, the loser dependent, and the kingdom stays in control without losing a single soldier."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Melch, though skeptical of Leif''s usual antics found himself impressed by this explanation. It was a reminder that even in his casual attitude, Leif possessed a sharp mind capable of unraveling complex political strategies.


    The path from Begnes to Maives territory took them through well-traveled merchant roads. Maives was known for its relic trade and major auctions making it another prosperous region. Although not as wealthy as Begnes, the count¡¯s family wielded considerable influence. The roads were among the safest in the neighboring territories patrolled regularly to ensure the merchants security. This vigilance allowed the group to make steady progress reaching Maives'' lands a day earlier than planned.


    With extra time on their hands, they decided to rest in Maives¡¯ territory and gather additional supplies. The bustling markets offered a variety of goods from rare spices to intricate artifacts, but they refrained from indulging too much mindful of their purpose. Leif, however couldn¡¯t resist haggling with a merchant over a seemingly trivial item¡ªa carved wooden pendant. When questioned, he grinned and said "It¡¯s not about the pendant. It¡¯s about the thrill of the bargain."


    The group also took advantage of their stop in Maives to inquire about the road ahead. A local merchant warned them of potential delays due to the increasing traffic of travelers heading to Viria for the academy exams. "You¡¯d best secure your lodging early" the merchant advised. "It¡¯ll be a madhouse once you get there."


    Their journey resumed swiftly as they aimed to reach Viria ahead of schedule. The approaching entrance exams for the academy meant accommodations in Viria would be scarce. Ensuring they had adequate time to secure a place to stay became a priority. They traveled efficiently, stopping only when necessary to rest the horses or themselves. Nights in the tent became a routine, with Leif¡¯s casual remarks and occasional profound observations adding a touch of levity to their otherwise structured days.


    On one such night, as the group sat around the campfire, John found himself pondering the structure of this world. He watched Leif toss small pebbles into the firelight his carefree nature masking the depth of his thoughts. "Leif" Melch ventured, "you seem to know a lot about the politics. How do you stay so calm?"


    Leif smirked and leaned back, gazing at the stars. "Because worrying won¡¯t change anything. The world¡¯s a mess of power struggles and ambitions. I¡¯m just a small part of it, so I¡¯d rather enjoy the ride than lose sleep over things I can¡¯t control."


    John listened intently, intrigued by the contradiction that was Leif¡ªa man who seemed to float through life yet possessed an uncanny ability to cut to the heart of complex matters. It was a perspective that he found both unsettling and oddly comforting.


    As they neared Viria, the landscape began to change. The rolling hills gave way to more structured farmland and the presence of guards at checkpoints became more frequent. Each stop required them to present their identification and state their purpose. The scrutiny was thorough but not overbearing, a testament to the region''s focus on maintaining order.


    At one such checkpoint, a guard inspected their papers and glanced at their modest caravan. "You¡¯re headed to Viria for the academy exams?" he asked, his tone curious.


    Galen nodded. "Yes, we have young Master Melch here who intends to take the entrance exam."


    The guard¡¯s eyes flicked to Melch, who met his gaze with calm composure. "You¡¯ll find it busy." the guard remarked. "Best of luck."


    The group continued onward, the bustling atmosphere of Viria growing palpable even from a distance. The city was renowned for its magical heritage, its towering spires visible on the horizon. This was the final stretch of their journey, and the anticipation among them was tangible.


    As they approached the city gates, John couldn¡¯t help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was a place of endless possibilities but it was also a world where he would need to prove himself. He glanced at Leif, who was humming a carefree tune and Galen whose stoic expression betrayed his constant vigilance. Patricia walked beside Melch offering quiet encouragement as they approached their destination.


    Finally, they passed through the gates of Viria their minds brimming with thoughts of what lay ahead. The city vibrant and alive with activity, welcomed them with open arms. It was a place where destinies would be forged and none of them could predict just how much their lives were about to change.

 Chapter 11 - A Step Closer

    The journey to Rakllan had taken four days and they arrived a day earlier than planned. The air in Viria was crisp and cool as the carriage rolled to a stop in front of Beth''s Inn, a modest establishment that stood at the edge of the city. Galen ever the experienced traveler was the one to guide them here. Having visited Viria many times, he knew exactly where to go.


    A little girl stood outside the inn, her eyes wide with curiosity as the carriage pulled up. She dashed over, her braid swaying behind her as she looked up at Galen with a bright smile. "Welcome, mister! How long will you be staying with us?" she asked eagerly.


    Galen chuckled softly, the warmth of his usual stoic demeanor flickering through. "Just for the night. We''ll need two rooms"


    The girl nodded enthusiastically. "Two rooms! Got it!" She disappeared inside the inn to prepare their accommodations.


    "Stay close, young master." Galen said to Melch as they made their way into the inn. "Viria is bustling, but you should avoid wandering too far." His voice held a certain sharpness that wasn''t often present, the sort that came from years of experience in unfamiliar cities.


    Melch nodded appreciating Galen''s wisdom. He had much to learn in this world and having a guide like Galen made the journey feel more manageable.


    Inside, the inn was small but warm with a few patrons gathered in the corner drinking quietly. Galen, ever the observant one gave a quick scan of the room before speaking in a low voice. "I''ll take a moment to gather some information about the entrance exam. It''s essential that we know where it will take place."


    Melch nodded understanding the importance of knowing the exam''s details. The entrance exam for Theoder Academy was not to be taken lightly. The location had to be secured in advance, especially since barriers and other protections needed to be set up. Though Melch knew that simply knowing the location wouldn''t guarantee success, it was the first step in formulating a plan.


    Galen left the inn quietly his presence almost unnoticed by the other patrons. Meanwhile, John turned his attention to Leif who had been unusually quiet since their arrival.


    Leif lounging in a chair by the window, glanced over at Melch. "So, what now? We wait for Galen to gather his precious intel I suppose?" His tone was light but there was an edge of impatience behind his words.


    Melch smirked. "Galen doesn''t waste time. We''ll have everything we need before the night is over."


    Outside, Galen made his way to the local information guild a dimly lit building tucked away in a quiet alley. Inside, he was greeted by a man who had seen his fair share of travelers. Galen wasted no time in explaining his purpose after showing a badge.


    "I need information on the Theoder Academy''s entrance exam." Galen said his voice as calm and steady as ever. "I need to know where it''s being held and what precautions will be in place."


    The man behind the counter saw the badge, an older figure with silver hair gave a nod and flipped through a few records before looking up. "The exam will take place in the Mayram Mountains just outside the capital. But be warned, the physical tests require quite a bit of preparation. It''s not a simple climb. There are areas where candidates will need to use their hands to ascend. I doubt your young master would be able to manage that with his current training."The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Galen''s brow furrowed. "We still have a month. It should be enough time for him to prepare."


    The information guild attendant shrugged. "Time will tell. But even if he manages the climb, there are other challenges ahead which we don''t know. It won''t be an easy task."


    Galen considered the news carefully then turned to leave. Before he could reach the door, he stopped and turned to the carriage driver Kaiser, who had been waiting nearby.


    "Kaiser" Galen began, his voice low "I need you to pay a visit to the Church. See if Sir Thomas is there. If he is ask for a recommendation for the young master."


    Kaiser frowned but nodded. "Understood. But I''ll tell you now getting Sir Thomas involved might not be the best move just yet. It could raise some questions."


    Galen sighed. "You''re right. It seems things haven''t changed." With that, Kaiser left to carry out his task.


    Back at the inn, Melch found himself alone with Leif. "I''m going to check out the Earth Magic Tower''s library." Melch said. "There''s a lot I still don''t know about magic and I need to see if there''s any information on medicine."


    Leif groaned. "Magic towers, libraries¡­ This isn''t my idea of fun. But I''ll tag along, if only to make sure you don''t get lost in there."


    The Earth Magic Tower was a towering structure, its stone exterior weathered with age and wisdom. The library inside was just as imposing. The first floor was open to the public, but visitors were not allowed to check out books or make copies. You had to memorize everything you read.


    Melch approached the receptionist, who gave him directions to the medical and magic sections. "The medical books are in the 8th row, left side from the third shelf. Magic books are on the second right."


    Leif wandered off toward the magic section, clearly more interested in the enchanted tomes than the medical ones. John, on the other hand made his way toward the medical section where it was quieter with only a handful of other people browsing.


    There he found a small collection of books on healing and magical remedies. But his real interest lay in finding any references to the Codex of False Healing. Unfortunately, no such book appeared on the shelves. Undeterred, John picked up a basic book on magic theory and began to read.


    The book was a beginner''s guide explaining the structure of the magic system in this world. Magic was all about the mana within a person, an invisible force that could be shaped into spells. A mage''s ability was determined by their affinity with an element, which could be checked by a mage of three circles and above so it can be done at Theoder Academy or by a device that tells the affinity level of all elements for a person.


    There were circles of magic each more powerful than the last. A first-circle mage was someone who had just unlocked their affinity. A fifth-circle mage could live for hundreds of years, and the eighth-circle mage could live for a millennium. The progression was slow but remarkable.


    John read on fascinated by the complexities of this world''s magic system. It was as though a whole new realm of possibilities had opened up to him. But his thoughts were interrupted when he spotted Leif sitting in a corner fast asleep with a book about flowers and beasts open in his lap.


    "Always the scholar, huh?" Melch muttered to himself, a smile tugging at his lips. He left the library quietly and returned to the inn to report to Galen.


    "I didn''t find anything on the medicine" Melch told him, "but I did learn a lot about the magic system here."


    Galen gave him a sharp nod. "Good. Knowledge is power. But for now, we wait. Kaiser should be back soon with news from the Church."


    Meanwhile, Kaiser had made his way to a local bar, looking for someone who might be able to help him with the task at hand. It didn''t take long for him to spot a thin, short man sitting alone in a private room, far from the rowdy crowd. Kaiser made his way over and took a seat across from the man.


    "I was hoping to find someone" Kaiser began, his voice low. "I didn''t expect to see you here."


    The man laughed, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What do you need? I''m not in the habit of offering favors for free."


    Kaiser reached into his pouch and pulled out a bottle of liquid. "Sea Serpent with dragon bloodline. If you help me, it''s yours."


    The man''s eyes widened as he focused on the bottle. "What do you need?"


    Kaiser leaned in, speaking in hushed tones as the man''s expression shifted to one of shock. The deal was struck and Kaiser left.


    Back at the inn, Melch and Galen were preparing for the next step in their journey. The road ahead was uncertain but with each passing day, they were one step closer to their goal.

 Chapter 12 - The Measure of Potential

    The carriage rolled through the bustling streets of Rakllan, the capital of the Viria Dukedom. The towering spires and grand architecture painted an impressive picture of the city¡¯s wealth and history. John sitting silently inside the carriage found himself overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the capital. Meanwhile, Leif leaned lazily against the window, his cheek resting on his hand as he watched the streets go by.


    ¡°So, this is Rakllan.¡± he remarked his tone dripping with feigned awe. ¡°Look at all those people, all rushing about like ants. It¡¯s almost like they have something important to do. Unlike us.¡±


    Melch smirked but stayed silent, his mind occupied by the upcoming entrance exams at Theoder Academy. Despite his best efforts, he still couldn¡¯t feel any trace of mana within himself. The frustration gnawed at him but he resolved to keep trying.


    The carriage pulled up to the gates of Theoder Academy. Even from a distance, the academy loomed large with its towering walls and intricate carvings exuding an air of authority and grandeur. Kaiser, their carriage driver hopped down and opened the door for them.


    ¡°Here we are.¡± Kaiser said tipping his hat. ¡°The academy gates. Let¡¯s see if there¡¯s any news about the exams.¡±


    Galen, ever the pragmatic one stepped forward to speak with one of the academy staff stationed at the gates. After a brief conversation, he returned to the group with an update.


    ¡°The entrance exams begin in two days¡± Galen said. ¡°The first test is the magic affinity exam which will run for seven days to accommodate all the applicants. It¡¯s going to be crowded.¡±


    ¡°Crowded?¡± Leif groaned. ¡°Fantastic. Now I just love being crammed into a mob of sweaty strangers, all fighting for a chance to prove how special they are.¡±


    Patricia shot Leif a warning look but Galen simply ignored the comment and continued. ¡°We¡¯ll stay at an inn for now. The exams will take over a month to complete so we¡¯ll need a base in here.¡±


    The group made their way to the inn where they settled in for the long stay. John spent the days leading up to the exam trying and failing to sense mana. Leif, on the other hand alternated between lounging and making sarcastic observations about Rakllan¡¯s hustle and bustle.


    One evening, as they sat around the inn¡¯s common room Kaiser approached Galen with a serious expression and signaled to come outside.


    ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking about the physical exam¡± Kaiser said. ¡°If the young master doesn¡¯t pass the magic affinity test, we¡¯ll need to ensure he can succeed in the physical portion. I¡¯ve been already started pulling some strings.¡±


    Galen¡¯s brow furrowed. ¡°You¡¯re not the only one thinking that way. Others will be doing the same. But let¡¯s not make any decisions until we see how he performs in the first test.¡±


    Kaiser nodded but remained silent clearly unconvinced. As the conversation wrapped up, Leif chimed in from a corner.


    ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry about me. I¡¯m sure my natural talent will carry me through¡± he said, grinning. ¡°As for the young master. Well, he can always charm his way past the judges. That¡¯s a skill, right?¡±If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Galen shouted ¡°Leif¡­¡±. Leif went to Melch and sat together with him.


    The day of the exams arrived and the gates of Theoder Academy were wide open. A massive crowd surged forward eager to register and secure their spot. The academy staff struggled to maintain order, their shouts barely audible over the din of the crowd.


    ¡°Well, this is a disaster waiting to happen¡± Leif remarked watching the chaos with amusement. ¡°Who knew mages to be were so pushy?¡±


    As the crowd pressed closer, a young man with grayish hair and glasses stepped forward. He wore the blue uniform of Theoder Academy and raised his hands to silence the crowd.


    ¡°Everyone, listen up!¡± he called out. ¡°My name is Math and I¡¯m a second-year student here. I¡¯ll be coordinating the magic affinity test. If anyone causes trouble by pushing or rushing, you¡¯ll be kicked out and receive negative scores. So behave.¡±


    The crowd murmured but slowly settled down. Shortly after, a woman with a commanding presence stepped forward. Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd and she introduced herself as Victoria, a lecturer in the water element on the magic department.


    ¡°You will all receive a badge¡± she announced. ¡°When your badge number is called, you will proceed to the examination room. You must also declare the day you intend to take the test. Choose wisely, as the schedule is tight.¡±


    John observed the process carefully. ¡°With this many people, they could streamline the test with more powerful mages. It doesn¡¯t make sense to drag it out like this.¡±


    ¡°Ah, the wonders of bureaucracy.¡± Leif muttered with a smirk. ¡°Leave it to the magical elite to complicate something as simple as a test.¡±


    Throughout the day, waves of applicants took the test. Many emerged from the examination rooms looking devastated, their dreams seemingly crushed. The test¡¯s harshness became evident as whispers spread that only a small percentage of applicants had even an average affinity for magic. Those without any affinity would have to rely entirely on the other exams to gain admission.


    Occasionally, a few students emerged looking confident with their results drawing the attention of the academy lecturer¡¯s. Among them were two standouts: Elissa, a girl with long black hair and Edwin, a well-trained boy with fiery red hair. Their extraordinary affinities earned them personal attention from Victoria who asked about their future plans.


    Elissa expressed her desire to become a mage, while Edwin proudly declaring his lineage as a knight stated he intended to join the warrior department. Hearing this, Leif couldn¡¯t resist making a sarcastic comment.


    ¡°Well, isn¡¯t that noble?¡± Leif said with a mock bow. ¡°Another knight in shining armor to grace us with his presence. Truly, we are blessed.¡±


    Edwin¡¯s eyes narrowed as he turned to Leif, clearly annoyed. ¡°Do you have something to say?¡±


    Leif raised his hands in mock surrender. ¡°Nothing at all. Just admiring your¡­ confidence.¡±


    Melch sighed, pulling Leif away before the situation could escalate. ¡°Do you always have to antagonize people?¡± he asked.


    ¡°It¡¯s a gift.¡± Leif replied with a grin. ¡°One I intend to share with the world.¡±


    By evening, Melch and Leif had received their badges and registered for the third day of testing. They decided to spend the next day preparing. Melch stayed indoors working tirelessly on an elixir to enhance mana sensitivity. If he could sense mana even faintly, it might give him a chance to pass the affinity test.


    On the other hand, Leif took the opportunity to roam the city enjoying his brief freedom. ¡°You know.¡± he said upon returning to the inn, ¡°if this whole magic thing doesn¡¯t work out you could always set up shop as an apothecary. ¡®Melch¡¯s Marvelous Mixtures¡¯ has a nice ring to it.¡±


    John ignored him focusing on perfecting the elixir. The next day passed in relative quiet and soon it was time for Melch¡¯s test.


    When Melch¡¯s badge number was called he stepped into the magic affinity measuring room. The atmosphere was tense and the air seemed charged with energy. In the center of the room several white glowing orbs floated their faint hum filling the silence.


    Melch took a deep breath his heart pounding as he prepared to face the first of many challenges at Theoder Academy.

 Chapter 13 - Five Colors One Path

    Melch stepped into the magic measuring room his heart still slightly pounding. The room was dimly lit with glowing orbs suspended mid-air, their soft hum adding an air of mystery. In the center of the room stood a peculiar cylindrical pillar that glowed faintly green. Around him, the other participants seemed just as tense as he was with some whispering nervously among themselves.


    A second-year student wearing the sharp blue uniform of Theoder Academy walked to the front of the room and clapped his hands for attention. ¡°Alright, Everyone listen up. Each of you needs to grab one of the floating orbs with one hand and place your other hand on the pillar. Don¡¯t overthink it. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can leave.¡±


    Melch studied the pillar closely. It looked odd, almost alive. Before he could ask any questions, a girl broke the silence. ¡°Excuse me.¡± she said hesitantly, her face scrunched in discomfort. ¡°Is that¡­ slime? Do we really have to touch this thing?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± the second-year replied flatly. ¡°This is a mana slime. It¡¯s harmless, but essential. It transfers mana into your body so we can accurately measure your affinity. Now stop complaining and get on with it.¡±


    Melch blinked, stunned. A slime? He¡¯d read about them in books but never expected to see one used in this way. As he hesitated, his mind wandered. If there¡¯s a slime king somewhere in this world, I absolutely have to meet him. Maybe even befriend him. He decided his New life¡¯s goal.


    The girl groaned but reluctantly pressed her hand against the pillar, her expression one of utter distaste. Melch followed suit grabbing an orb with one hand and placing his other hand on the slime¡¯s surface. It was cool and oddly squishy like sticking his hand into a gelatin mold.


    Around him, orbs began to glow as participants completed the test. The first orb lit up blue, indicating water affinity. The second glowed brown for earth. The third displayed two colors both green and blue which was wind and water. The fourth orb also showed the previous same dual affinities. A few of the participant¡¯s orbs didn¡¯t glow at all and the second-year handed them a golden liquid to drink before retrying.


    As the test continued whispers began to circulate. A fifth participant¡¯s orb glowed with three colors in it: green, brown and blue. Then a sixth participant¡¯s orb displayed four colors: green, brown, red and blue. The tension in the room was intense.


    Finally, it seemed like Melch¡¯s orb started glowing one color after another red, blue, brown, green and finally black. Five colors. The room fell silent. All eyes turned toward him, a mix of curiosity and awe.


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­ rare.¡± someone muttered under their breath.


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    Melch stepped back, his thoughts racing. Was this a good sign or a bad one? He left the room quietly and returned to where Galen was waiting.


    Galen raised an eyebrow as Melch recounted the test. ¡°Five affinities?¡± he repeated, shaking his head. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ unfortunate.¡±


    ¡°Unfortunate?¡± Melch frowned. ¡°How can it be bad to have more affinities?¡±


    ¡°The more affinities you have, the harder it is to progress.¡± Galen explained. ¡°Someone with a single affinity can focus entirely on that element and advance quickly. But with multiple affinities, you¡¯ll need to master each one before moving forward. It¡¯s a slower, more arduous path. While your potential is greater, others with fewer affinities may surpass you in the short term.¡±


    Melch absorbed this information in silence. He hadn¡¯t considered how the Academy might filter students based on their speed of progression rather than their overall potential.


    Meanwhile, Leif after hearing what had happened to melch came and waited in the corner of a room looking utterly unbothered. When his batch number was finally called he strolled into the room he was told to go with his usual carefree demeanor. His eyes landed on the glowing pillar and he smirked. A slime, really? This is what they¡¯re using for a big important test? Memories of his childhood training with Galen flooded his mind. Being thrown into forests full of slimes, snakes and who knew what else had been his regular playmate. Compared to that this test felt almost laughable.


    Math, the second-year overseeing the test raised an eyebrow as Leif casually grabbed an orb. ¡°You¡¯re awfully relaxed.¡± Math said.


    ¡°Relaxed?¡± Leif grinned. ¡°I¡¯m just too lazy to worry.¡±


    As he placed his hand on the slime, the orb in his other hand glowed bright blue water affinity. Without waiting for further instructions, Leif let go and stepped back.


    ¡°Water affinity.¡± Math announced scribbling on his clipboard. ¡°Wait a moment. Lecturer Victoria wants to speak with you.¡±


    Leif raised an eyebrow but followed Math to a small stage where a poised woman with a commanding presence waited. Her sharp eyes studied Leif and she nodded as he approached.


    ¡°You seem¡­ unbothered.¡± Victoria said her tone measured. ¡°What are your plans for the future?¡±


    Leif chuckled. ¡°Plans? I¡¯m just here to keep my young master out of trouble. Babysitting, mostly.¡±


    Victoria arched an eyebrow. ¡°Babysitting? That¡¯s¡­ unexpected.¡±


    ¡°Hey, it¡¯s an important job.¡± Leif said with a shrug. ¡°Someone¡¯s gotta make sure he doesn¡¯t walk into walls or set himself on fire.¡±


    Victoria looked like she was suppressing a smile. ¡°Very well. You may leave.¡±


    As Leif turned to go, his grin widened. I can¡¯t wait to run into that red-haired guy from earlier. Imagine his face when he hears I aced this test too.


    Back outside, Melch sat with Galen still deep in thought. Leif approached with his expression smug. ¡°Guess who¡¯s officially better than the young master?¡± he announced.


    Melch groaned. ¡°What now?¡±


    ¡°Single affinity, water.¡± Leif declared dramatically. ¡°I¡¯m basically a prodigy. Meanwhile, you¡¯re over there with five colors. What are you, a festival lantern?¡±


    Melch rolled his eyes. ¡°Better to be a lantern than a glorified water fountain.¡±


    Before Leif could retort, Galen grabbed his ear and twisted it. ¡°Enough.¡± Galen said sternly. ¡°Both of you. There are still more tests to prepare for.¡±


    ¡°Ow, ow, ow! Okay, okay!¡± Leif yelped though he was clearly more amused than hurt. ¡°Man, you¡¯re no fun.¡±


    The trio returned to their inn, where they settled down for the evening. Melch sat by the window staring out at the bustling streets of Rakllan. Despite the challenges ahead, he felt a growing determination. Each test was a hurdle but he was committed to overcoming them one by one.


    Across the room, Leif sprawled on a chair his feet propped up on the table. ¡°You know.¡± Leif said breaking the silence, ¡°this whole Academy thing? It¡¯s like one big game. And guess what? I¡¯m the main character.¡±


    Melch didn¡¯t even look at him. ¡°More like the comic relief.¡±


    Leif laughed, unbothered. ¡°Hey, every great story needs one.¡±


    Galen sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. ¡°Both of you, get some rest. You¡¯ll need it for the next test.¡±


    As the room quieted, Melch allowed himself a small smile. With Leif¡¯s antics and Galen¡¯s steady guidance the challenges ahead didn¡¯t seem quite as impossible as before. Together, they would face whatever came next.

 Chapter 14 - A Mountain of Lessons

    After both Leif and Melch went to sleep, Galen stepped out of their inn to meet with Kaiser. The night air was cold and the streets were mostly silent. So,it was save from the occasional clatter of a carriage or the murmur of passersby. Outside the building where Kaiser had arranged their lodging, Galen spotted him leaning casually against a lamp post with a faint smirk playing on his lips.


    Galen approached with his arms crossed and asked directly "What have you really done?"


    Kaiser¡¯s smirk widened into a grin. "Just helped the young master pass the exam. Nothing else."


    Galen¡¯s expression darkened as his suspicions were confirmed. His voice dropped into a stern tone. "Explain."


    Kaiser shrugged nonchalantly. "I arranged for a concentrated mana potion with the usual mana enhancer to be slipped into the mix during the exam. I paid indirectly to the academy¡¯s potion maker to ensure it was given specifically to the young master. Don¡¯t worry about the cost, I covered them myself."


    Galen¡¯s jaw tightened his disapproval was evident visibly. "You intervened in the first test, itself for fuck¡¯s sake? Do you understand the risks of such actions? The academy closely monitors the other exams. Don¡¯t pull off the same stunt again. Writing exams, medicine making and even the physical tests are scrutinized heavily."


    Kaiser waved a dismissive hand. "Relax, Galen. Being too strict won¡¯t do you any good. Not every challenge needs to be a mountain."


    The comment stung more for its implication than its tone. Galen¡¯s gaze lingered on Kaiser for a moment before the latter gave a casual wave and wandered off likely to find a tavern and drown himself in drinks. Galen meanwhile returned to the inn, his thoughts heavy.


    As he lay down for the night, his mind drifted to his youth which were wild days spent causing a lot of trouble sneaking into competitions and forging his strength in the most unorthodox ways with then family¡¯s young master. For a brief moment, a faint smile flickered across his usually stoic face before sleep claimed him.


    The next few days passed quietly. The first exam had ended but the academy¡¯s halls remained alive with activity as others completed their tests. Melch used the time to train his medical skills delving into books and learning all he could. True to his nature, Leif tagged along to the library only to find a cozy corner to nap in.


    "This place smells like old socks and failed dreams." Leif commented one day his voice muffled as he slumped over a stack of books.


    Melch engrossed in a tome on mana flow and physiology didn¡¯t even glance up. "If you¡¯re not going to read at least stop drooling on the furniture."


    Leif smirked lazily. "I¡¯m preserving the leather. Adds character."


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    Their banter continued in this way for three days punctuated only by the occasional glare from the librarian. Leif¡¯s carefree antics were a constant source of irritation and amusement though Melch refused to admit the latter.


    On the day of the written exam, a list was posted outlining the schedule. The test would span three days covering subjects like magic theory, history, conceptual explanations, mathematics and medical theory. Each session was grueling lasting two and a half hours.


    Melch and Leif¡¯s names were listed for the second day. When their turn arrived, the duo entered the large examination hall joining rows of students seated at individual desks.


    Leif glanced around his gaze flitting between the stern-faced examiners and the stacks of parchment on each desk. "What¡¯s the point of writing exams? Shouldn¡¯t they just I don¡¯t know, Create a spell or something for that knowledge?"


    "Maybe they¡¯re trying to weed out the ones like you" Melch muttered flipping through the blank pages of his test booklet.


    Leif grinned. "If they could, I¡¯d already be at the top."


    Melch rolled his eyes and focused on the task at hand. The questions were varied and challenging, ranging from theoretical applications of magic to obscure historical events. When the time finally ended both handed in their papers and regrouped outside.


    "How did it go?" Melch asked.


    Leif stretched his arms overhead and smirked. "It was fine. I just wrote a bit of nonsense and threw in some poetry for good measure. They¡¯ll appreciate the creativity."


    "You¡¯re joking."


    "Am I?" Leif winked leaving Melch both exasperated and slightly worried.


    When they compared notes with other students, they discovered that the academy had issued different versions of the test. Melch frowned. "How are they supposed to rank us when we¡¯re answering different questions?"


    Leif shrugged. "Magic. Or maybe they just roll some dice."


    Melch sighed, deciding it wasn¡¯t worth dwelling on. The tests were out of his hands now. Instead, he turned his focus toward the physical and Medicine making exams still to come. He knew he couldn¡¯t afford to slip up.


    The following day Melch asked Galen for help with his physical training. "I need to ensure I¡¯m prepared for the physical test. I can¡¯t leave anything to chance and luck like the first exam."


    Galen nodded. "Very well. We¡¯ll start with a mountain climb."


    Leif¡¯s ears perked up. "A mountain climb? Oh, this should be fun. Let¡¯s see if the young master can keep up."


    Melch shot him a glare but said nothing. The trio set off early the next morning, the towering mountain looming ahead of them. The climb was grueling, the terrain steep and unforgiving. Melch struggled to keep up, his breaths coming in ragged gasps halfway up the trail.


    "Come on, young master!" Leif called from a ledge above his tone both mocking and encouraging. "If you fall behind, I¡¯ll have to carry you and I¡¯d rather not ruin my impeccable posture."


    Melch ignored him, focusing on one step at a time. By the time they reached a plateau, he collapsed onto the ground, his chest heaving. Leif plopped down beside him annoyingly full of energy.


    "Not bad. Not bad at all." Leif said patting Melch on the back. "For someone who¡¯s half-dead, you¡¯re doing great."


    "Don¡¯t... talk to me." Melch managed between breaths.


    Galen observed from a distance his expression unreadable. After a moment, he nodded approvingly. "Your stamina has improved, Young master. A month ago, you wouldn¡¯t have made it this far."


    Melch¡¯s exhaustion faded slightly at the praise. He lay back staring up at the twin suns in the sky. Their golden light felt warm and familiar like a silent witness to his struggles.


    His thoughts drifted to his past life to the first time he had gone to visit his father under a sky, which was much like this one. Back then, he had promised himself he would succeed on his own terms to achieve a greatness his father would acknowledge. That success had never come. But here, in this new world under these twin suns, he made a silent vow.


    I will surpass him. Not just as a son but as a man. In this world, I will carve my own path.


    As Melch lost himself in thought, Leif stretched out beside him and yawned dramatically. "You know, if you¡¯re going to daydream at least make it entertaining. Tell me you¡¯re plotting some grand revenge or a secret romance."


    Melch gave him a sidelong glance. "I¡¯m plotting how to survive another minute without throwing you off this mountain."


    Leif grinned. "Ah, now that¡¯s the spirit."


    Galen shook his head but said nothing letting the two banter. He knew they both had a long journey ahead but for now, they could afford this moment of liveliness.


    As the sun began to set casting long shadows across the landscape, the trio made their way back down the mountain. The challenges ahead loomed large but for the first time in a while, Melch felt a glimmer of hope that he haven¡¯t felt for a while. He knew that he wasn¡¯t facing the path alone unlike his previous life.

 Chapter 15 - Towards Mayram

    Melch was taking a much needed rest following their grueling training. Melch and Leif began preparing for the next challenge: the long dreaded physical test. For Melch, this test loomed like an unscalable mountain a trial designed to expose his weaknesses. On the other hand, Leif seemed as indifferent as ever his usual carefree demeanor masking any hint of apprehension.


    However, Galen was not taking any chances. That evening he instructed Kaiser to gather specific herbs. Kaiser returned with a hefty sack of ingredients from which Galen meticulously prepared into a steaming green herbal bath.


    Standing before the bath, Leif¡¯s nose crinkled in disgust. ¡°Is this a training regimen or an alchemist¡¯s revenge? Smells like something died in there.¡±


    ¡°Get in.¡± Galen ordered his tone leaving no room for argument.


    Leif raised an eyebrow attempting to stall. ¡°What if I just drink it instead? You know cut out the middleman.¡±


    Galen''s glare silenced him. With a resigned sigh, Leif dipped a toe in only to shout. ¡°It¡¯s boiling! You trying to cook me alive?¡±


    Melch equally reluctant followed suit. The heat was intense, the kind that seemed to seep into their bones. ¡°Are we supposed to survive this?¡± Melch groaned his voice shaky.


    ¡°Yes.¡± Galen replied flatly ¡°and you¡¯ll thank me tomorrow. Stay in for half an hour.¡±


    Leif snorted. ¡°Half an hour? I¡¯ll be soup by then.¡±


    The minutes dragged on like hours. After seventeen excruciating minutes, Leif decided enough was enough. ¡°I¡¯m out.¡± he declared starting to climb out of the tub.


    Kaiser, who had been silently observing moved swiftly. Placing a firm hand on Leif¡¯s head, he unceremoniously pushed him back into the bath. ¡°Stay there.¡± Kaiser said his voice tinged with amusement. ¡°You¡¯ll thank me later too.¡±


    Melch watched this exchange with a mixture of amusement and despair. He knew there was no escape. With every second, the heat seemed to strip away his energy leaving him feeling utterly drained.


    By the time Galen allowed them to leave the bath, both boys were utterly exhausted. The once-vibrant green of the water had faded to a murky lifeless hue, a testament to the impurities drawn from their bodies. Melch staggered to his bed too tired even to speak. Leif, ever the chatterbox managed to mumble ¡°Still alive, Melch? Or should I send for a healer?¡±


    Melch being already half-asleep didn¡¯t even bother to respond. Patricia entered the room quietly administering Melch¡¯s medicine as he slept. Leif sprawled out on his bed muttered something incoherent before succumbing to exhaustion himself.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    Meanwhile, Galen and Kaiser convened in the other room. Galen¡¯s expression was grave as he asked, ¡°What¡¯s the latest on the academy¡¯s preparations?¡±


    Kaiser leaned back in his chair. ¡°The vice-head of the magic department personally oversaw everything. They managed to set up the barriers and logistics in just ten days instead of the usual month as we thought.¡±


    Galen¡¯s frown deepened. ¡°If the vice-head, the one infamous for his harsh standards is directly involved, this test will be no walk in the park. It¡¯s going to be brutal. I need to ensure the young master is ready. He can¡¯t afford to falter here.¡±


    ¡°You worry too much.¡± Kaiser replied his tone light. ¡°The kid has potential. You¡¯ve done your part. Let him handle the rest.¡±


    Galen didn¡¯t respond his thoughts drifting to the challenges ahead. He knew this was Melch¡¯s journey but he couldn¡¯t shake the responsibility he felt for guiding the boy.


    The next morning, the boys awoke to a surprising sensation. Their bodies which had felt like lead the night before now felt light and energized.


    ¡°What kind of sorcery was that bath?¡± Leif asked stretching his arms above his head. ¡°I feel¡­ amazing.¡±


    Melch nodded though his usual nervous energy had returned. ¡°I¡¯m ready, I think. But still this test¡­ it¡¯s not going to be easy.¡±


    As Melch packed his medicine and essentials, Leif lounged nearby making no effort to prepare. ¡°Why bother?¡± he said lazily. ¡°Victoria personally invited me. I could skip the whole thing and still get in.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re impossible.¡± Melch muttered shaking his head.


    Just then, Galen entered the room dragging a massive bag behind him. He dropped it in front of Leif with a loud thud. ¡°This is for you.¡±


    Leif stared at the bag, his eyes wide. ¡°What is this? A portable house?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s everything you¡¯ll need for the physical exam.¡± Galen replied. ¡°Food, supplies, survival tools. You¡¯ll carry it yourself.¡±


    ¡°Carry it?¡± Leif echoed his tone unbelieving. ¡°This thing is bigger than I am! All that¡¯s missing are a carriage and a butler.¡±


    Patricia overhearing the exchange chuckled. ¡°Well, you¡¯ll have to make do without the butler and remember to find water as soon as the test begins. Don¡¯t wander aimlessly at night.¡±


    Leif groaned as he struggled to lift the bag. Kaiser stepped in to help hoisting it onto the carriage. Before leaving, Kaiser placed a hand on Leif¡¯s shoulder his expression uncharacteristically serious. ¡°Take care of Melch out there, Leif. He¡¯s counting on you whether he says it or not.¡±


    Leif blinked momentarily taken aback by Kaiser¡¯s tone. Then with a grin, he saluted. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, old man. I¡¯ll babysit him as usual.¡±


    Arriving at Theoder Academy, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Students bustled about some looking confident, others visibly anxious. The instructors directed them toward the teleportation gate that would transport them to the Mayram Mountain Base, the starting point of the physical test. The students had a day¡¯s grace period to reach the base, during which they could prepare themselves for the grueling challenge ahead.


    As the gate activated, a low hum resonated through the air accompanied by shimmering waves of blue light. Stepping through the portal felt like being squeezed through a narrow tube. Melch stumbled as he emerged on the other side, his head spinning and his stomach churning.


    ¡°I think I¡¯m going to be sick.¡± he muttered clutching his abdomen.


    Beside him, Leif staggered out his face pale. ¡°That¡­ was not fun. Whoever designed this thing needs a serious lesson in comfort.¡±


    Several students nearby were similarly affected some leaning on trees or sitting down to recover. A faint magical residue lingered in the air, a testament to the portal¡¯s immense power.


    Melch took a deep breath forcing himself to steady. When he finally looked up the sight before him stole his breath. The Mayram Mountains rose majestically, their snow-capped peaks gleaming under the twin suns. The air was crisp and cool, carrying a sense of adventure and danger.


    Leif appeared beside him dropping his massive bag with an exaggerated groan. ¡°So this is it, huh? A mountain, some trees and a lot of walking. Remind me again why we¡¯re doing this?¡±


    Melch didn¡¯t answer his gaze fixed on the towering peaks. For the first time, he felt a spark of excitement mingled with his nerves. This wasn¡¯t just a test it was an opportunity.


    Leif, noticing Melch¡¯s silence nudged him lightly. ¡°Don¡¯t get too serious on me now. We¡¯ll survive this. Probably.¡±


    A small smile tugged at Melch¡¯s lips. Leif¡¯s carefree attitude, while sometimes irritating had a way of breaking the tension. Together, they adjusted their gear and prepared to take their first steps into the unknown.


    ¡°Alright, Mayram Mountains.¡± Leif said smirking. ¡°Let¡¯s see what you¡¯ve got for now before the exam officially starts.¡±


    As the two boys moved forward, the mountains loomed ahead promising challenges that would test not just their strength but their resilience and spirit.

 Chapter 16 - Bonds and Beginnings

    Leif wandered aimlessly around the Mayram Mountain Base with his curiosity piqued by its towering peaks and dense forest just beyond the camp''s borders. ¡°What¡¯s the point of calling this a base if you can¡¯t explore anything?¡± he muttered under his breath kicking a stray pebble.


    A stern looking instructor noticed him and pointed him to go back towards the base entrance. ¡°Back to camp, boy. No wandering past the boundaries until the exam starts.¡±


    Leif sighed dramatically and went back with his excitement visibly deflated. ¡°What¡¯s the point of having mountains if we¡¯re not allowed to climb them?¡± he grumbled while rejoining Melch.


    ¡°You¡¯re going to need that energy tomorrow.¡± Melch replied not even looking up as he adjusted the straps on his bag.


    Leif perked up. ¡°Oh, so now you¡¯re saying I¡¯m conserving energy. Good thinking!¡±


    They walked toward the base camp with a curious event unfolding in there. What initially appeared to be an open field of dirt and rocks suddenly began to change. The ground rumbled faintly and intricate glowing patterns of runes appeared in the earth. Columns of stone and wood shot upward as if summoned by an unseen force. Walls seamlessly formed followed by rooftops, windows, and doors. Within moments, a fully constructed building stood before them.


    A deep voice echoed in their minds, clear and commanding. "Each group of four will take a room in the newly formed building. Food will be provided for one day until the exam begins. Use this time wisely."


    Melch rubbed his temples slightly disoriented. ¡°Mental projection magic. The caster must have a massive mana pool to reach everyone at once.¡±


    Leif¡¯s eyes sparkled. ¡°Forget the caster did you see that building? I mean, who just raises a house from the ground like it¡¯s nothing? That¡¯s insane!¡±


    Melch couldn¡¯t deny it. The magic was impressive, a clear sign of the academy¡¯s resources and the expertise of those running the exam. He recalled tales of the Earth Magic Tower when he visited the library in Rakllan, a force so skilled in manipulating terrain that entire fortresses could be constructed in mere hours. If the academy could field similar talents, it was no wonder they had such a reputation.


    Once the building was ready, the boys entered to find their assigned room. It was simple but functional with four beds, a small table and a single lantern glowing with enchanted light. Two other boys were already inside in the room they went and they introduced themselves.


    ¡°Paul Everen.¡± one said with a confident smile. He had neatly combed dark hair, sharp green eyes and a refined air that hinted at wealth. ¡°Merchant family from Begnes territory.¡±


    The other boy gave a quick nod. ¡°Alex. Just Alex.¡± he said his voice quiet but steady. His plain clothes and no-nonsense demeanor marked him as a commoner though he didn¡¯t seem fazed by the presence of Paul or anyone else. ¡°From Velot.¡±Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    ¡°Melch.¡± he replied nodding to both of them.


    ¡°And I¡¯m Leif.¡± his companion said with a dramatic flourish slinging his bag onto the nearest bed. ¡°No last name. No titles. Just raw talent and charm.¡±


    Paul chuckled. ¡°Charmed, I¡¯m sure.¡±


    Alex shook his head with a small smile tugging at his lips. ¡°This is going to be an interesting group.¡±


    After settling in, the group decided to have their meal together. The academy provided a simple but hearty spread stew, bread and some fruits. Over dinner, the conversation turned to their backgrounds.


    ¡°So, Paul.¡± Leif began leaning forward with mock seriousness, ¡°what¡¯s it like living as a merchant prince?¡±


    Paul laughed unbothered by the jab. ¡°Hardly a prince. But our family does well. We specialize in goods from beyond the ocean usually demonic beast parts, rare herbs from isolated islands things like that.¡±


    Melch¡¯s interest piqued. ¡°Herbs from the outer sea? Those must be incredibly potent if they grow in areas with high demonic activity.¡±


    Paul nodded. ¡°Exactly. The danger makes them rare and rarity makes them valuable. But you have to have the right connections to get them.¡±


    Melch filed that information away. His recent immersion in medicine and herbal studies had given him a deep appreciation for rare ingredients. Visiting those islands someday suddenly felt like a worthwhile goal.


    ¡°Melch.¡± Paul said curiosity in his tone, ¡°I noticed you¡¯ve been carrying medicine with you. Are you a healer or something?¡±


    ¡°Not exactly.¡± Melch replied hesitantly. ¡°I have Valkora.¡±


    Both Paul and Alex went silent for a moment with their expressions shifting to pity. Valkora was a debilitating condition and Melch¡¯s survival alone spoke volumes about his determination.


    Breaking the tension, Leif leaned back with a grin. ¡°Don¡¯t pity him too much. Melch is tougher than he looks. Though to be fair, I do carry the team when it comes to charm and good looks.¡±


    Alex chuckled softly, while Paul shook his head smirking. ¡°You¡¯re a piece of work, Leif.¡±


    The lighthearted banter continued and soon the room was filled with laughter. It was the third time in the week that Melch felt truly at ease. For a brief moment, he forgot about the challenges ahead.


    Before they went to sleep, the group made a pact. ¡°If any of us cross paths during the physical test, we¡¯ll help each other out.¡± Paul suggested.


    ¡°Agreed.¡± Alex said simply.


    ¡°Sounds good to me.¡± Melch added.


    Leif gave an exaggerated yawn. ¡°Fine, fine. I guess I¡¯ll protect you all if I have to.¡±


    The next morning, the base camp was bustling. Overnight, more students had arrived and the energy in the air could be felt. After breakfast, the mysterious voice once again returned while resonating in their minds.


    ¡°The time has come. The buildings will be dismissed and the exam will begin. Proceed to the teleportation circle at the center of the base.¡±


    The group gathered at the center as instructed while watching the stone structure that had housed them sank seamlessly back into the ground. The intricate teleportation circle glowed brightly, humming with raw magical energy.


    ¡°Now that¡¯s some serious magic.¡± Alex murmured with his usual silence giving way to awe.


    Paul nodded. ¡°The runes are complex probably spatial magic mixed with stabilizing wards. This isn¡¯t something just anyone can cast.¡±


    Meanwhile, Leif poked at the glowing circle with his foot. ¡°You think it¡¯s safe? I mean, what if it teleports us into a volcano or something?¡±


    ¡°Stop messing around.¡± Melch said pulling him back.


    One by one, the students stepped into the circle. When Melch¡¯s turn came, he felt a wave of disorientation as the magic enveloped him. The sensation was like how he had expreienced previously with its same twisting pull, as if the air itself were spinning him in every direction. His stomach churned and for a moment, he thought he might vomit.


    When the dizziness subsided, Melch found himself standing in the middle of a dense forest. The air was cool and the sounds of distant wildlife filled the silence. He looked around but there was no sign of his companions.


    Leif appeared moments later, stumbling and clutching his stomach. ¡°Ugh, I think I should have eaten more of my breakfast back at the base camp.¡± he groaned.


    Melch couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°I¡¯ll survive. Now let¡¯s get moving.¡±


    Before they parted ways, Leif gave him a rare serious look. ¡°Don¡¯t get yourself killed out here, alright? I¡¯ll find you if I can.¡±


    ¡°Same to you.¡± Melch replied.


    As Leif walked slowly, Melch felt a strange mix of emotions relief at being alone for the first time in weeks but also a pang of loneliness. He tightened his grip on his bag and steeled himself. The test had begun.


    With determination in his heart, Melch took his first step into the Mayram Mountains.

 Chapter 17 - An Uneasy Alliance

    Melch steeled himself as the voice made an announcement in his mind, clear and commanding.


    "Everyone must reach the summit to pass the exam within ten days or kill a designated number of demonic beasts. Points from the beasts you kill will be recorded directly in your symbol. The top ten highest will also be passed. If you are in danger, you may use the symbol to call for an instructor but by doing so will result in immediate disqualification."


    The weight of those words hung heavily on him. In other tests the other competitors worked individually where as this was a ruthless contest with survival, it was paramount and cooperation could be a gamble. The test demanded strategy, endurance and even perhaps most terrifyingly the ability to face danger head on.


    "This isn''t just a test. but a battlefield." Melch said to himself while tugging at his bag''s strap tight.


    Then he adjusted his bag onto his shoulder and stepping out warily into the dense forest. Every creak of the leaves and far away growl sent him signals for warning and so he rapidly decided that spending the night safely was going to be his number one priority. He scanned the surroundings with his eyes fixed on a giant tree with a hollowed-out base, large enough to cover him and small enough not to attract attention.


    He mumbled. "This will do for now." and started crawling into the hollow space and began arranging his belongings.


    The sun dipped below the horizon. An eerie silence covered the forest broken only by occasional howls and distant cries. Melch crouched inside the hollow with clutching a knife in his hand. He examined the blade''s edge and in a moment of curiosity began tested his healing ability by making a shallow cut on his palm. The wound began to close slowly but not as quickly as he''d hoped.


    "No improvement." he sighed. Yet, he noted something even stranger there was no pain. He pressed the knife harder into his skin trying to provoke a reaction but nothing came.


    This isn''t always a blessing but a curse." he murmured thinking back to his mother. She had suffered from a condition where her legs were devoid of feeling. Many times, she''d injured herself without realizing it until the damage was severe. A lack of pain could be dangerous in its own way.


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    However, Despite this sleep soon conquered him in a little while. Outside, screams and the distant clanging of steel told him that others were already failing. With Danger, the forest seemed to have come alive with it and the realization of how many people won''t make it through the night made his stomach churn.


    When the dawn finally broke, Melch emerged from his shelter stiff but focused. He carefully erased any traces of his presence making sure no one would know he had been there. Using a spare sheet of paper, he marked his position. Magical alterations to the Mayram Mountains had rendered his original map unreliable; so he started sketching his own piece by piece.


    ¡°Careful and deliberate.¡± he reminded himself. ¡°That¡¯s how I¡¯ll survive this.¡±


    He moved through the forest with his senses staying sharp. Every rustle, every shadow made his heart race. He walked with measured steps while conserving his energy from staying alert. His plan was simple: reach a safer region before nightfall. But fate had other plans.


    He had barely noticed that commotion at his right before he froze. Dropping onto the ground, he hid behind a dense bush and peered through the leaves. Two students were sprinting with panic clearly etched on their faces while demonic beast was hot on their heels. The beast''s crimson eyes glowed bright with predatory hunger and with each step, its claws ripped into the ground.


    Melch''s grip on his knife tightened. He decided whether to help but the odds were against him. He didn''t have the strength or skill to take on such a creature. Just as the beast lunged, a burst of fire engulfed it halting its charge.


    Out of the darkness came Edwin, his face pale and unyielding. A snap of his wrist and another wave of fire magic sent the beast to dust. The two students stared at him shaking.


    Edwin came over to them his eyes checking their hands. "No points." he said with a sneer. Then he turned on his heel and left.


    Two of them, visibly dazed wasted no time at all. They activated their symbols calling forth instructors to escort them out. The instructors vanished with them, at that time one of the instructor gave a fleeting look in Melch''s direction and a knowing smirk before vanishing.


    Melch exhaled slowly with his heart pounding. He waited a few moments before moving carefully to avoid the path Edwin had taken. ¡°No way I¡¯m crossing him.¡± Melch thought changing direction and picking up his pace.


    After hours of walking, his legs ached and his stomach growled in protest. Just as he considered stopping to rest, a familiar voice broke the silence.


    ¡°Melch, Over here!¡±


    He looked down and saw Edwin standing beside his companion, a big grin spread across his face. Melch felt a lump in his throat as he decided to make himself scarce. There was no going back now because Leif already saw him.


    "Come on, don''t be shy." Leif exclaimed as he grinned.


    With no other choice, Melch approached cautiously. Edwin¡¯s sharp eyes fixed on him in a way that made Melch feel like prey.


    ¡°Another stray?¡± Edwin remarked his tone indifferent.


    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t be so cold!¡± Leif said slinging an arm around Melch¡¯s shoulders. ¡°Melch here is my Young master and buddy. Smart as a whip, too. You¡¯ll like him.¡±


    Melch forced a small smile though his nerves were frayed. ¡°Good to see you, Leif.¡±


    Leif''s grin spread. "Of course it is. I make everything better."


    Edwin crossed his arms unimpressed. "If you''re tagging along, don''t slow us down."


    "I wasn''t planning on it." Melch replied his voice steadier than he felt.


    Leif chuckled and added "Don''t worry, Edwin. If Melch slows us down, I''ll personally carry him on my back. Won''t that be fun?"


    Melch rolled his eyes while Edwin grunted something, leading the way. Leif had this ridiculously satisfied smirk going on.

 Chapter 18 - Beneath the Surface

    Edwin led the way with his characteristic self-assured pace but within half an hour it was quite apparent he didn''t quite have an inkling of which way to go. Leif brought up the rear chattering away while struggling with his outsized bag.


    "You know." Leif said with a smile readjusting the straps on his bag "if I make it through this, I''m opening a luxury inn in the mountains. First rule? No oversized bags allowed."


    Melch walking at the rear of the group couldn''t help but shake his head. Edwin had somehow wandered into their area by pure happenstance and now he was leading them with authority. It did not take Melch long to realize that this set trajectory was far from great and he understood how ended up meeting him with Leif.


    "Edwin." Melch said halting in his tracks, "if we keep going this way, we''ll end up circling back to where we started."


    Edwin frowned looking quite puzzled. "This is the way, isn''t it? I was sure¡­"


    "Let me take the lead" Melch interrupted softly.


    Edwin hesitated for a moment but stepped aside finally with a nod. "Fine but if we get lost, it''s on you."


    Leif snickered. "Ah, thank the gods. Better to trust a blindfolded squirrel to navigate us than trust Edwin to avoid another dead-end.¡±


    Melch looked at the map which he had drawn closely. Not too long did pass before he picked out a direction towards a tiny water body between the trees. The shining surface of the pond guaranteed him fresh water and a small cave in the side of a rocky hill stood nearby.


    "This will do." he said pointing to the cave.


    "Home sweet home!" declared Leif throwing his bag on the ground with exaggerated relief.


    Edwin checked the area. ¡°We¡¯ll need food. I¡¯ll handle that.¡± Without waiting for a response, he strode off into the woods.


    Meanwhile, Leif busied himself preparing a small cooking area just outside the cave. By the time Edwin returned with two large fish in hand, Leif had set up a rudimentary station.


    ¡°Look at you,¡± Leif teased taking the fish from Edwin. ¡°Didn¡¯t think you¡¯d get your hands dirty.¡±


    "Someone had to." Edwin said rolling his eyes.


    Leif set to work rubbing the fish with salt and oil before skewering them on sticks. "Hey, fire boy" he called to Edwin. "Give me a flame. Not too much, though. I don''t want these turning into charcoal."


    Edwin obliged summoning a controlled burst of fire that roasted the fish evenly.


    Melch sat beside them took his medicine as he listened to the two bicker like they were old friends. He bit at the fish once it was cooked up. He was happy for the warm meal and despite the test''s tension, brief camaraderie helped ease him over slightly.


    "Edwin." Melch said thoughtfully, "if you keep this up, we might actually pass this test.¡±


    Edwin grinned. "Sure thing. I never fail."


    Leif sprawled against a rock gesturing carelessly. "Don''t flatter yourself. We''ll get out of there just because my bags are lighter to carry."


    The three shared a laugh at the absurdity, the noise ringing softly through the forest. The three returned and covered the opening of the cave with leaves. They lay down for the night.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    It was the time when twin suns were just rising when Melch awoke. The soft light filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the cave walls. He stretched and stepped outside heading to the water to refresh himself. Leif and Edwin soon joined him splashing water onto their faces and shaking off the morning grogginess.


    Melch knelt by the water leaning forward to dunk his head beneath the surface. That''s when he saw it, a pale shape just below the surface. His breath caught and he pulled back sharply.


    "There''s¡­ a body in the water." Melch said his voice tight.


    Leif''s easy grin faded instantly. "What?"


    "Come and see."


    The three of them gathered at the edge of the pond, peering down at the body. The view was gruesome. The corpse of another examinee, their hand severed and several stab wounds marking their torso.


    Leif crouched low, his carefree demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. "This didn''t happen here. The current must have carried the body downstream.¡±


    Edwin examined the injuries with a severe face. "This wasn''t a simple kill. Whosoever made this ensured the person went through a painful moment. Amputating the hand¡­ they insured that the symbol couldn''t be used by the victim to make any call for help. Then, that was enough." he continued.


    Melch swirled back his nauseated stomach contents however, swallowed it. "This test." he stated quietly, "isn''t just a question of survival. It makes them killers.¡±


    Leif looked up at him with his usual lightheartedness replaced by something heavier. ¡°Yeah and we¡¯re walking right into it.¡±


    Despite the growing sense of unease, Melch felt a flicker of determination ignite within him. He had always abhorred senseless cruelty and this test seemed designed to reward it.


    ¡°We have to see this through¡± Melch said firmly. ¡°We can¡¯t just ignore it.¡±


    Edwin nodded. ¡°Agreed. Whoever did this needs to pay.¡±


    They followed the trail back to where they believed the murder had occurred. Near the edge of the water body, they found signs of a struggle a trampled patch of grass and bloodstains leading toward the trees. Nearby, Leif unearthed the victim¡¯s severed hand.


    Edwin clenched his fists, his anger bubbling over. ¡°I¡¯ll kill them myself.¡± he muttered his voice low and dangerous.


    Melch laid a hand on Edwin''s arm. "We don''t know who we''re dealing with. Rushing in could get us killed."


    Leif was ever the peacekeeper, he stepped between the two of them. "Fine, let''s not lose our heads. Let''s be smart about this. If we can find them then we''ll do it then." Reluctantly, Edwin nodded.


    The group continued their journey toward the mountain over the next few days. They encountered many demonic beasts from small wolf-like creatures to massive reptilian predators.


    Edwin proved to be a skilled fighter with his fire magic and swordsmanship complementing each other perfectly. He would often dispatch the beasts with a combination of precise strikes and bursts of flame accumulating a significant number of points.


    Leif was quite the spear whiz given his rather frivolous personality. "I''m not all looks, you know." he said after felling a rather large beast.


    Melch had a tougher time. His skills in combat were limited and he tended to rely on Edwin and Leif to bail him out. Yet he made a good effort taking last hits on weakened beasts and slowly learning to handle himself in a fight.


    "Not bad." Edwin said one evening after a successful battle. "Your form is sloppy but you''re improving."


    Leif smirked. "Yeah, Melch. At this rate, you might actually survive this thing."


    Melch couldn''t help but smile. For all their teasing, he could tell that both Edwin and Leif were looking out for him.


    By the time they have reached the next clearing, they had already formed a tentative bond between them for navigating the brutal test together.


    One afternoon as they prepared to set up the camp, Leif dropped his bag with a theatrical groan. "I swear this bag weighs more and more every day. Are the rocks multiplying in there?"


    Melch raised an eyebrow. "I told you to leave some things behind, Galen isn¡¯t here now."


    ¡°Never!" declared Leif dramatically. "Everything in there is crucial. You never know when you''ll need a collapsible chair or five extra pairs of socks and if Galen figures I abandoned them here..I am simply not up for that."


    Edwin raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he began to sharpen his blade.


    As the suns set below the horizon casting deep shadows into the forest, Melch looked around at his companions. There was something slightly reassuring in the faces gathered about him something that seemed almost comforting maybe together, he had a chance in this.


    Leif stretched out, yawned and grinned at Melch mischievously. "Well, Melch if we survive this what do we do then? Open up a healing clinic? Write a book about our adventures? Or maybe start up a traveling circus? I claim star performer first."


    Melch just chuckled shook his head. "Survive this first, then we will see.¡±


    With laughter easing the tension of the night, the group settled in ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

 Chapter 19 - Through Snow and Ice

    The cold winds of the Mayram Mountains cut through the group as they went forward. Snow blinded everything in sight, a reminder of the relentless terrain ahead. Four days had passed and with only five more days remaining to reach the summit, the weight of the exam bore heavily on all of them. The snow that had started the day before changed everything making the climb into a treacherous ordeal by changing every step a calculated risk.


    "It''s as if the mountain wants us to lose" Leif said with a grin, pulling on the straps of his backpack. His playfulness was such an odd counterpoint to the bitter cold but it was patently obvious that he didn''t mind the climate. "Maybe if we were to just cast Edwin at the top, maybe he could simply melt all that snow with magic and we''ll be done already."


    Edwin gave him a sidelong glance shaking his head. ¡°Not all of us have the luxury of surviving on bad jokes Leif and for the record, I¡¯m conserving my mana not wasting it on snow.¡±


    Melch bundled in layers of clothing to the point where he was nearly unrecognizable trailed behind. His face was obscured by thick scarves and his hands were gloved tightly. The extra layers made him look more like a waddling snowman than a participant in the exam.


    "Maybe Melch should lead the charge." Leif said with a chuckle turning around to face him. "Who knows? Maybe the snow might think he''s one of its own and let us pass peacefully."


    Melch grumbled from under his coverings. "At least I''m warm. You two keep joking when the frostbite hits, don''t come crying to me."


    The banter kept their spirits up as they pressed forward. Though the humor was there, they all knew how dangerous the climb was. Galen''s warnings about the unpredictable terrain of the Mayram Mountains echoed in Melch''s mind. Snowstorms, avalanches and the sheer altitude were all risks, not to mention the possibility of crossing paths with other examinees.


    They reached the safety of a lee slope under an imposing mountain on that night. Edwin produced an orb of hot air hovering in mid-air with his fire magic to keep them warm. "If only all exams were this cozy." Leif said as he stretched out beside the fire.


    "Cozy? Are you looking at the same frozen wasteland I am?" Edwin retorted.


    Melch sat there silently staring at the map he''d spread out on the ground. "We need to climb as far as we can tomorrow. If it starts snowing again, the climb will be near impossible. Avalanches aren''t something we can afford to risk."


    Leif nodded sagely though his expression betrayed his lack of worry. "Don''t worry, Melch. If an avalanche comes, I''ll just outrun it. Easy."If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "Leif." Melch said "you can''t outrun a snowball, let alone an avalanche."


    The discussion was left at that as they readied for the night. Edwin kept the fire burning while Melch checked on their stores to ensure nothing had been dislodged. The following morning the twin suns rose bright and clear, casting a light that danced across the snow in glittering sheets. The good weather did not go to waste and the party quickly began its ascent.


    As it stood, the journey was tiring. To ascend along the snowy slop, the group utilized a lot of sharpened bones of devilish beasts in climbing. Melch covered every inch with his eyes being observant on the terrain ahead. He saw things moving above.


    "Be very careful." he whispered as if stopping in place. "We are not alone."


    Edwin''s grip hardened on his tool. "Are there Examnees?"


    Melch nodded. "Most likely. We haven''t seen anyone in three days but it''s hard to tell who''s still in their right mind and who''s not."


    When they ascended higher, some voices were heard. A few examinees had banded together on a plateau to debate whether to proceed or wait another day. The ascent ahead presented the daunting challenge of traversing a single rope path along the mountain side, a challenge dangerous enough in its own right and treacherous in snow and ice.


    "This is a waste of time." Melch grumbled. "Waiting won''t make the climb any easier."


    "Agreed." Edwin said. "The longer we stay here the more vulnerable we are to others."


    After some convincing, Leif and Edwin followed Melch''s lead as he started the climb. Their movements caught the attention of one of the examinees Elissa, the one to get Victoria''s recognition''s too. Without hesitation, she joined them.


    "Mind if I tag along?" she asked catching up to them.


    "Only if you can keep up." Edwin said his tone neutral but not unkind.


    Leif gave her a warm smile. "Welcome to the team. Just so you know, we have a strict ''no complaining'' policy. Except for Melch he complains enough for all of us."


    "I do not." Melch shot back though his voice lacked heat.


    They started to establish a rhythm while climbing. Elissa was an able climber with her movements quick and fluid. When they found a ledge, they halted there to rest and eat.


    "So, what brings you to this test?" Leif asked Elissa breaking the silence.


    Elissa smiled as she warmed her hands by a small fire. ¡°My family¡¯s produced mages for generations. They¡¯re expecting me to follow in their footsteps but honestly I just want to see the world. There¡¯s so much out there to explore and I don¡¯t want to be stuck in one place my whole life.¡±


    Leif''s grin widened. "An adventurer at heart. I like that. Don''t worry, you''ve joined the right group with me around, every day''s an adventure."


    "An adventure in annoyance, maybe." Edwin muttered though there was a hint of a smile on his face.


    Melch stayed quiet his focus on the map in his hands. ¡°If the weather turns again, we¡¯re in for a deadly climb.¡± he said glancing up at the others. ¡°We can¡¯t waste energy. Rest tonight and we¡¯ll push hard tomorrow.¡±


    The group nodded in approval. That night, Leif and Elissa shared stories with their laughter echoing through the small space. Melch listened in silence his mind preoccupied with the challenges ahead.


    The group resumed its climb the following morning. The path narrowed perilously as they climbed, leading to a peak that they had to cross before descending and beginning the final climb up to the summit.


    "This is where it gets tricky." Edwin said surveying the narrow ridge.


    Leif peered over the edge and whistled. "One wrong step and it''s goodbye forever. No pressure, though."


    Elissa laughed nervously. "You really have a way with words, don''t you?"


    When they reached the summit, the thin air made every breath a struggle. Melch decided they would camp there for the night rather than take a risky dangerous descent in low visibility. The freezing temperatures and lack of oxygen tested their resolve but the group worked together to set up a small camp.


    Leif being the carefree one began joking with Elissa, who responded with equal enthusiasm. Whereas Melch thought with still two more days to climb will they be able to reach the summit .

 Chapter 20 - First Blood

    It was the chill of morning that brought an urge to move forward, so after dividing the remaining precooked food and sharing what little they had left, they began their way down. Melch, Edwin, Leif and Elissa steeled themselves for what was in store. The night''s snowfall had turned the narrow pathways treacherous as they went down and Melch could not help but see a few human skeletons off to the side of the paths, their bones ghostly white against the falling snow.


    Melch with his heavy heart. "We should bury them." he said with guilt and sorrow.


    "No, no." Leif answered shaking his head. "Melch, mate this isn''t the time to be a hero. You stray off the path now and you''ll end up just like them. Let''s make a vow when one of us is powerful enough, we''ll return and do it proper."


    There was truth in his voice that forced Melch to nod his head numbly. "Alright." Melch muttered stealing one last look at the skeletons as they continued their journey.


    The descent was grueling. Some parts of the path lacked ropes forcing them to rely on the sharpened bones of demonic beasts for balance. Elissa being the less experienced one in such treacherous terrain struggled but kept pace with Leif''s constant jokes and assistance. On the other hand, Melch felt the effects of the low oxygen. His head spun and there were moments when his vision darkened. He envied the others, who could circulate mana to stabilize themselves but his own connection to mana was very fragile. Each step had itself become a battle for him.


    Finally, there was an overnight resting place before the ropes were started again. Across that loomed their last summit which now they could plainly see it still but so horribly out of reach. They stretched out there for breath and resumed going upwards once more. Before it became dusk time, they stumbled upon a mountain cave.


    "It is it for tonight," Melch continued. "The wind picks up fast. We wouldnt want to get caught open here outside."


    The cave was dark and unfriendly with a strange heaviness in the air. They moved further in the chill which seemed to deepen and it began an unspoken tension settled over the group. Melch felt something not right, he couldnt even feel his mana. The realization hit him like a punch.


    "Is anyone else¡­ unable to feel mana?" he asked hesitantly.


    Elissa nodded frowning. "I feel it too. The air is thin but it''s more than that. Something''s disrupting it."


    Before they could investigate further, an arrow whistled through the air aimed directly at Leif. He spun effortlessly letting the arrow strike the enomorus bag on his back. "A rude one" Leif exclaimed though his eyes were keen as they inspected the shadows.


    A group of five men came out from the cave depths with their faces covered by rough masks. "At last." one of them said his voice ringing cold. "Someone worth fighting."


    Edwin''s hand instinctively went to his sword hilt tensing into a ready stance. The attackers were well-equipped with a spearman, two axe-wielders, an archer and a mage holding a strange device that emitted an eerie glow. Melch realized soon that this was no ordinary group. These were killers using the device not only to disrupt mana but also to trap their prey within the cave.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    "We don''t want trouble." Edwin said hesitantly though his grip on his sword betrayed his readiness to fight.


    "Trouble found you." the spearman taunted.


    Before anybody could respond the archer had another arrow in the nocks. Leif brought out a shield and sword from his bag and tossed them to Melch. "Time to show what you learnt, mate." he quipped to the archer as he grasped the bow to enter battle.


    The fight erupted in an instant. Edwin charged forward meeting the spearman and one of the axe-wielders head on. His movements were precise with his blade flashing as he danced between their attacks.


    Leif kept the archer pinned with a flurry of arrows, his carefree demeanor replaced by sharp focus. ¡°Stay on your left, Melch¡± he shouted.


    The second axe-wielder towered over Melch like a mountain. The man''s blows were heavy, making Melch stagger back barely defending himself with his shield. Panic clawed at him as the weight of the fight pressed down. He was not like Edwin or Leif. He had neither the build, skill nor experience.


    "Focus, Melch" Edwin shouted parrying a strike and countering with a swift kick to the spearman''s chest. "It''s just like those beasts before."


    Elissa clutched a very defensive shield which was Leif''s bag from the sidelines. She dug through the stuff Leif had packed in his bag. Her mind was working. "I can''t just sit here." she whispered determination flaring. She started to toss things like a flask, a bundle of rope, even a small pot at their foes, breaking their rhythm.


    The cave rang with the clash of metal, the grunts of effort and the heavy breathing of combatants. Melch''s opponent growing frustrated lunged recklessly. Melch sidestepped his heart pounding and managed to strike back with his sword. The axe-wielder staggered blood dripping from a shallow wound.


    Leif''s laughter rang out. "My boy, Melch, Keep him dancing there"


    Meanwhile, Edwin''s fight became fierce. He took a glancing blow on his shoulder but retaliated with an effective slashing blow that sent one of his opponents crashing down. "One down." he called back with his voice slightly bearing the ringing of his name and triumph.


    Leif seized the opportunity landing a well-placed arrow that struck the second axe-wielder in the leg. The man collapsed with a roar, which left Melch to deliver the finishing blow. Melch trembled as his hands shook.


    "You have to do it. It''s either him or you" Edwin yelled.


    Melch''s thought that he had never killed before never taken a life. But as the axe-wielder struggled to rise, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Melch''s survival instinct kicked in. With a yell, he thrust his sword forward. The man''s body went limp and Melch staggered back dropping his weapon as bile rose in his throat.


    Leif glanced at him, his face grave. "Breathe, Melch. You did what you had to."


    The battle was now turning with one of the axe-wielders down and the other is not an option. Edwin took down the spearman with one strike and Leif''s relentless assault on the archer forces him to retreat and Edwin took him down from the behind. Only the mage remained holding the device that had caused them so much trouble.


    "Drop it" Edwin commanded with his voice authoritative.


    The mage hesitated his eyes looking to the cave''s exit. Before he could make a move, Leif''s arrow whistled through the air wounding the mage''s hand and making him drop the device. "Sorry I have slippery fingers." Leif said with a grin.


    Elissa hurried and took the gadget and began examining it. "This... this is what''s been causing all the interruptions to our mana." she said her voice trembling with anger. "How many people did you trap and kill with this?"


    The mage was silent his defiance clear. Edwin raised his sword but Melch stepped forward his face pale but determined. "We don''t need to kill him." he said firmly. "He''s our prisoner now. Let the instructors deal with him."


    Leif raised an eyebrow. "Look at you, the moral compass of the group. Fine by me. Less mess to clean up."


    They used the mana distrubtor and tied the Mage with ropes inside the cave.


    As the tension eased, Melch sank to the ground his body trembling with exhaustion. His first kill weighed heavily on him and the reality of their situation settled in like a dark cloud. Elissa knelt beside him placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.


    ¡°You did well.¡± she said softly. ¡°You saved all of us.¡±


    Melch looked at her, his expression haunted. ¡°I just. I didn¡¯t want to die.¡±


    "And you didn''t." Edwin said firmly. "None of us did. That''s what matters."


    The party subdued the magician and made camp preparing for an arduous night''s rest as the climb was to be much worse and so, as the flames of the fire danced across the cave Melch sat lost in his thoughts. He had ended a man''s life but deep within he understood that he would carry the burden forever.

 Chapter 21 - Reaching the Clouds

    The group woke early with the biting chill of the now snow mountain''s air seeping through the cave. However, Leif kept the unconscious mage¡¯s body into his oversized bag. ¡°Look at this.¡± he said with a smirk patting the bag ¡°I¡¯m carrying more baggage than Melch¡¯s insecurities from feeding this guy that many potions.¡±


    Melch shot him a deadpan look but didn¡¯t respond. He was too preoccupied with checking their gear ensuring their provisions and tools were secured. Edwin stood by the corner of the cave still waiting for the other''s to come, looking every bit the dependable leader. On the other hand, Elissa was marveling at the snow-laden trees around them, her eyes wide with curiosity.


    ¡°I¡¯ve never seen snow like this before.¡± she said her voice filled with wonder. ¡°It¡¯s so beautiful, so¡­ untouched. It makes you feel so small, doesn¡¯t it?¡±


    Leif chuckled. ¡°Yeah, small and freezing. But don¡¯t worry, we¡¯ll be warm once we¡¯re climbing. Nothing like the threat of falling to your death to keep you focused.¡±


    Elissa giggled and even Melch couldn¡¯t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips. Despite everything, Leif¡¯s humor was a welcome distraction from the grueling reality of their situation.


    The group began their ascent with Leif leading the way for a change. His jokes and jests lightened the mood but everyone kept a wary eye on the bag that held the mage. They had taken precautions to seal his core and ensure he stayed unconscious with a potion Melch had prepared. Still, the tension was palpable.


    The climb was brutal. The path ahead was coated in snow making every step treacherous. At one point, they reached a section that required them to use their hands to climb. The icy surface made it even more challenging.


    ¡°Careful there, Melch.¡± Leif called back as Melch hesitated. ¡°Need a hand? Or maybe two?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Melch refused focusing on his grip. His breaths came in shallow gasps, the thin air making it harder to breathe.


    Hours passed, each step an ordeal. Finally, Leif¡¯s voice rang out, triumphant. ¡°We¡¯re here, The summit¡¯s just a little ahead.¡±


    With renewed energy, the group pushed through the final stretch while their hands digging into the snow as they pulled themselves up. When Melch reached the top, Leif offered him a hand with a grin. ¡°Made it, huh? I¡¯ll let you say you climbed this mountain yourself.¡±


    Melch rolled his eyes but accepted the hand hauling himself up. The view was breathtaking. Clouds swirled below them and the twin suns bathed the snow in golden light. The world stretched out in every direction, vast and unending.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    ¡°This is¡­ incredible.¡± Elissa expressed with her voice filled with awe. She spun around taking it all in. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen anything like it.¡±


    Leif flopped onto his back spreading his arms wide. ¡°Totally worth the climb. This view? Ten out of ten. Would climb again.¡±


    Edwin stood silently with his arms crossed but a rare smile played on his lips. ¡°It¡¯s something, isn¡¯t it?¡±


    Their moment of peace didn¡¯t last. Melch turned to see figures approaching from the other side of the summit. Four individuals stood there, their presence commanding. Each was striking in their own way.


    The first was a man in a black robe, his aura exuding authority. Melch immediately recognized him as the vice-head of the magic department. Beside him stood another man, his robe adorned with the symbol of the Earth Magic Tower. His expression was calm.


    The third figure was a woman, her white dress flowing gracefully despite the harsh winds. Her pointed ears showed her race as an elf and her beauty was otherworldly. Melch found himself staring until Leif nudged him with a smirk. ¡°Careful, Melch. You¡¯re drooling.¡±


    The last figure made Melch¡¯s breath catch in his throat. An older man clad in armor stood tall, his piercing gaze sweeping over them. Despite the oddity of his attire in this snowy mountain, Melch knew exactly who he was: Thomas Nicolescu, his maternal grandfather and the Knight Commander of the Order of the Verdant Shield.


    Melch straightened trying to compose himself. He stepped forward and began recounting their journey detailing the attacks and the killings they had witnessed. The vice-head listened intently before turning to the Earth Magic Tower mage. ¡°Ensure the examination is under control. We¡¯ve allowed it to push boundaries but this is¡­ troubling.¡±


    The elf stepped forward gracefully. ¡°I¡¯ll handle the interrogation of that one¡± she said her voice melodic. She gestured toward Leif¡¯s bag. ¡°The mage you¡¯ve captured will have answers.¡±


    Leif handed over the bag with a grin. ¡°He¡¯s all yours.¡±


    Thomas remained silent watching the exchange with a stoic expression. Once the vice-head gave the order, he activated a teleportation array bringing the group back to the base of the mountain.


    The sudden shift was disorienting. Melch stumbled slightly, the dizziness hitting him hard. Elissa clutched her head, groaning. ¡°I¡¯ll never get used to that.¡±


    However, Leif seemed unfazed. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? First time teleporting?¡± he teased earning a half-hearted glare from Elissa. Edwin was the silent one after seeing a famous knight and was mesmerized in that while not listening to others.


    Unaffected by the teleportation, Thomas turned to them. ¡°Submit your points first. Then we¡¯ll talk.¡±


    They approached a table where an old man with a long beard awaited them. One by one, they placed their hands on a crystal, their points recorded.


    When it was Leif¡¯s turn, he grinned. ¡°So, how¡¯d I do? Top of the class, right?¡±


    The old man stroked his beard. ¡°Rankings will be revealed on the final day. For now, just know you¡¯ve passed.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll take that as a yes.¡± Leif said winking at Melch.


    With their points submitted, the group disbanded. Elissa and Edwin bid their farewells, each returning to their respective families. Elissa¡¯s eyes sparkled as she promised to explore the world further. Edwin simply nodded before departing.


    That left Melch and Leif with Thomas. The knight commander¡¯s gaze softened slightly as he addressed them. ¡°The letter you sent reached me in time. I was able to complete the Church¡¯s task and return.¡±


    Leif¡¯s carefree demeanor faltered for a moment. ¡°You¡­ got here, didn¡¯t you?¡±


    Thomas nodded. ¡°Galen informed me that the exam had already started. I waited with the other examiners to ensure everything was in place.¡±


    Melch hesitated before speaking. ¡°Grandfather, is¡­ Devon here?¡±


    Thomas¡¯s expression shifted with a faint smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Yes, your older brother is here. He¡¯s been running around after coming here.¡±


    Melch¡¯s heart swelled with a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety and devastation. Leif clapped him on the back. ¡°Looks like the family reunion¡¯s just getting started.¡±


    Thomas chuckled ¡°Indeed. But first, get rest. You¡¯ve earned that.¡±

 Chapter 22 - A Well-Earned Rest

    Melch and Leif went back into the inn that they had been staying at during their time in Rakllan. The warm air inside was inviting a feeling and it was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. It carried the comforting aroma of roasted meat, fresh bread and spiced ale. Galen, who had been waiting at a table near the entrance spotted them almost immediately. His face lit up with a broad smile though it was clear he had been worried.


    ¡°You¡¯re back.¡± Galen exclaimed while standing and then started striding toward them. ¡°How was the test, did you do well?¡±


    Leif clearly enjoying the attention leaned heavily against the counter with a dramatic grin spreading across his face. ¡°Oh, where do I even begin?¡± he started making a grand gesture with his hands. ¡°The drama, the danger, the adventure. You wouldn¡¯t believe half of it.¡±


    Melch gave Leif a sidelong glance already sensing the exaggeration that was about to follow.


    ¡°It all began with Melch finding a dead body.¡± Leif continued his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as if recounting a tale of great mystery. ¡°And then we stumbled upon a killer group with proper maniacs, I tell you.¡± He leaned closer to Galen lowering his voice further. ¡°Your incredible bag saved my life, you know.¡±


    ¡°My bag?¡± Galen repeated frowning slightly in confusion.


    ¡°Yes, your bag ... this bag.¡± Leif declared slapping the enormous backpack slung over his shoulder. ¡°An arrow came flying straight at me but this hero of a bag stopped it in its tracks. Truly remarkable craftsmanship this one here.¡±


    Melch sighed shaking his head. ¡°Leif¡­¡±


    ¡°And Melch.¡± Leif pressed on completely ignoring him ¡°you should¡¯ve seen him in the test. He fought, Well I would still call that trained with demonic beasts all by himself and then he really fought one of the killer group''s enemy head on . From that fight he took down that killer himself with no help, if that¡¯s not hero material I don¡¯t know what is then.¡±


    Galen listened intently nodding along though his expression turned puzzled when Leif added ¡°Oh, and I made so many friends in this test do you know? Paul Everen, Alex, Edwin, Elissa and let¡¯s not forget my new best friend, Ozias.¡±


    Melch blinked turning to Leif. ¡°Ozias?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, Ozias.¡± Leif replied cheerfully.


    ¡°We¡¯ve been traveling together for most of the exam, Leif.¡± Melch said with his tone astonished by the revelation ¡°When did you even meet someone named Ozias?¡±If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Leif paused scratching the back of his head sheepishly. ¡°You know... somewhere along the way.¡±


    Galen shook his head chuckling softly. ¡°You two did well to come back in one piece. I¡¯ll let Patricia know not to prepare anything special tonight. Sir Thomas Nicolescu already mentioned that he¡¯ll take us all out to eat. Said you both really deserve it.¡±


    Melch¡¯s expression softened at the mention of his grandfather. He was grateful for Thomas¡¯s presence even if it added a layer of pressure.


    As Galen stepped away, he returned moments later with two small vials of shimmering blue potion. ¡°Drink these. They¡¯ll help you recover soon.¡±


    Both Melch and Leif accepted the potions gratefully downing them in a few quick gulps. The soothing warmth spread through their bodies washing away a little of the lingering fatigue from their arduous journey.


    Without another word, they retreated to their shared room collapsing onto their respective beds. The soft mattresses felt like a luxury after days of rough mountain terrain.


    Melch stared up at the wooden ceiling his thoughts going through how passing the test felt like a significant victory but he couldn¡¯t help thinking about the challenges that still lay ahead of him. With his grandfather''s presence here securing a spot in the academy seemed almost certain yet he was determined to earn it on his own merits.


    Paul Everen¡¯s invitation still lingered in his mind as well. A visit to Begnes territory, where Paul had offered to provide herbs and demonic beast materials at discounted prices. That could certainly be invaluable for Melch¡¯s growing interest in apothecary which made the offer even more tempting and then there was also the allure of the outer seas that was rumored to be filled with rare herbs and rare demonic beasts. The thought of discovering extinct plants and creatures filled him with a quiet excitement.


    Meanwhile, Leif was lost in his own musings. His carefree demeanor masked a deeper contemplation about Ozias and the mysterious offer he had made with the promise of future challenges and opportunities that aligned perfectly with Leif¡¯s adventurous spirit but he couldn¡¯t ignore the faint unease that still crept into his thoughts.


    The quiet thoughts they had was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.


    At the same time, Thomas Nicolescu strode through the bustling streets of Rakllan his armor catching the fading sunlight. His presence commanded respect and people instinctively stepped aside as he passed. His destination was a lively bar on the outskirts of the capital known for its rowdy patrons and underground betting rings.


    After pushing open the heavy wooden door, Thomas entered the dimly lit establishment. The din of laughter and shouting momentarily hushed as the patrons took notice of the imposing figure. Whispers rippled through the crowd but Thomas paid them no mind.


    He ascended a narrow staircase to the second floor, where a boisterous crowd had gathered. Bets were being placed and cheers erupted as two men squared off in the center of the room.


    Devon Vasti, Thomas¡¯s eldest grandson was one of them. He was locked in a fierce arm wrestling match with a man nearly twice his size. Devon¡¯s jaw was clenched with sweat glistening on his brow as he struggled against his opponent¡¯s strength.


    Thomas approached the table silently with an unreadable expression. After placing a firm hand on Devon¡¯s shoulder, he spoke in a calm authoritative tone. ¡°Enough playing around. It''s time to go back.¡±


    Devon glanced up startled from his grandfather being behind him caused his grip to falter for a moment before he steeled himself. With a final warning from his grandfather, he quickly slammed his opponent¡¯s hand onto the table eliciting a roar of cheers and groans from the onlookers.


    Now while standing, Devon wiped his hands on his cloth and turned to towards Thomas. ¡°Grandfather¡± he said with respect.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go back.¡± Thomas said and turned simply to leave.


    When they stepped out into the cool evening air, Devon fell into step beside him. ¡°How did the exam go?¡± he asked glancing at Thomas.


    ¡°They did well.¡± Thomas replied. ¡°Better than expected. They even might have encountered the Night Stalkers and survived them.¡±


    Devon¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°The Night Stalkers? Have they started recruiting the younger generation now? I thought we almost wiped them out here.¡±


    Thomas¡¯s jaw tightened though his tone remained even. ¡°It seems they¡¯ve been rebuilding in the shadows but that¡¯s a matter for another time. Tonight, let¡¯s celebrate Melch and Leif¡¯s success. They¡¯ve earned that after all.¡±


    Devon nodded though his mind lingered on the implications of the Night Stalkers¡¯ resurgence.

 Chapter 23 - The Unexpected Feast

    Devon and Thomas walked through the crowded streets of Rakllan, the cool crisp air filled with the scent of roasted nuts and sweet confections carried by nearby vendors. Both men were dressed in cloaks over their armor, dressed down so as not to stand out as they looked for an appropriate place to celebrate. After a short walk, they decided on a luxurious restaurant with its polished exterior and warm amber lights promised both comfort and excellent food, a stark contrast to the modest inn they had been staying in.


    The inn was very much functional, yet far from inviting. Its rooms were cramped with narrow beds while the walls after years of wear looked dull and food served at that place was hardly better than passable. By comparison, the restaurant was a grand upgrade. With the feeling of accomplishment and celebration, Thomas made the booking before the two returned to the inn.


    Devon entered the inn quietly with his face not showing any change in expression as usual. He passed the room where his brother and Leif were resting, their fatigue evident even from behind the closed door. Not wanting to wake them up, he went to another room where Galen, Kaiser, and Patricia were already waiting for him.


    It was a sad but solid place with two wood beds made up and covered with clean sheets. Galen sat on the edge of one, Kaiser leaning against the windowsill but his eyes were ever fixed on the sky coming in shadowy grey while Patricia stood near the door with her arms crossed, her sharp eyes flicking to Devon as he entered. Thomas with his armor off sat in a sturdy chair and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.


    The knight commander''s face was uncharacteristically distant. Under his commanding presence, his mind churned. How can I get more advanced medications for Melch? If my rank increase within the Order then maybe I''ll be able to access the alchemy vault of the Verdant Shield. That could¡­ He let out a soft sigh cutting off his own line of thinking.


    It was Galen who broke the silence. His voice was laced with a thread of concern. "Tomorrow''s the final test. If they pass, it means we will move from this place. Do you think the young master is prepared to take care of himself? And Leif¡­ Well, that boy isn''t exactly known for following rules."


    Kaiser looked back at the window. "Leif may well be careless but he is ingenious. He''ll find a way and with the young master " he motioned toward the closed door that led to Melch''s bedroom "you underestimate him rather badly, Galen."


    Patricia ever practical the one also got in the conversation. "Both of them survived the mountain. That''s a testament to their capability but we all know the academy is a different kind of challenge. They''ll have to adapt quickly."Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Devon finally opened his mouth from his silent post on the second bed speaking calmly. "They''ll be okay. Melch has more going for him than he knows he does and Leif. well, Leif might just win by being such an annoyance." A rare smirk broke through on his lips earning a chuckle from Kaiser.


    Kaiser looked out the window once more, seeing that daylight was rapidly failing. "It''s time." he declared with rising away from the windowsill. "The restaurant should be ready now."


    Thomas and Devon put back on their armor moving into their usual attire and were ready. Patricia knocked on Melch and Leif''s door with cool determination. "Time to eat. Get ready" which left both Leif and Melch to throw them off of there thoughts of the future they had when they were laying in the bed.


    By the time everybody had finally emerged outside the carriage was already readied by Kaiser. Galen took his side seat at the reins making way for the others to settle down inside.


    When the carriage rolled through cobblestone streets, Leif filled the air with his chatter. His voice animated as he recalled random anecdotes from their mountain adventure. "And then, right when I thought we were doomed my trusty bag saved the day. He began to tell the tale to Devon Vasti." he declared with dramatic flair.


    Devon seated across from him watched his brother in silence for a moment before placing a hand on Melch¡¯s shoulder. "Don¡¯t dwell too much on the past." he said softly. "You¡¯ve done well, little brother. Let yourself enjoy the moment for once and be open when you face any problem."


    Melch glanced at Devon startled by the rare display of warmth. He managed a small nod though words escaped him.


    Leif leaned forward. "Hey Melch, you¡¯re not allowed to sulk tonight. That¡¯s an order. Consider this your first lesson in surviving the academy and also learn to celebrate victories, no matter how small."


    Despite himself, Melch couldn¡¯t help but smile faintly.


    They went into a restaurant with a lavishly decadent entrance and magnificent lanterns. Inside, lively yet refined tones filled the air from soft pieces of music while the aroma of roasted meats and freshly baked bread assailed their nostrils.


    They sat down at a huge well-polished table close to the fireplace. The warmth of the flames was quite a welcome from the chill of the outside world. As they settled in, the group began placing their orders.


    Unsurprisingly, Leif was the first to speak. "I''ll take the biggest roasted chicken you have with you." he declared with a grin.


    Devon ordered a hearty soup whereas Patricia opted for the famed golden cake and while both Galen and Kaiser chose ginger-spiced ale with fresh bread. Thomas ordered a Berzas pie and Melch ordered a simple loaf of bread feeling modest.


    As they waited for their food, the conversation soon became light hearted. Kaiser recalled an old story from his days in the field, which brought laughter to the group. Thomas shared a few words of wisdom about facing challenges though he kept the tone relaxed.


    When the food arrived, the table fell silent for a moment as everyone dug in. The flavors were rich and satisfying with a stark contrast to the bland meals they had endured during the exam.


    Leif between the bites of chicken couldn¡¯t resist making a joke. "You know, if the academy served food like this then I¡¯d pass every test just to get to lunch."


    Devon shook his head though a small smile played on his lips. "If the academy served food like this, they''d have no budget left for anything else."


    The lively atmosphere at the table was interrupted when Melch''s gaze shifted toward the entrance. His eyes widened in surprise which even made his bread forgotten in his hands. Following that Leif to with Melch''s gaze nearly choked on his chicken.


    Their faces changed from shock then to something harder to define. The table fell silent, the air suddenly heavy with tension.


    The door creaked shut behind the newcomers and the sound of their footsteps echoed through the restaurant as they approached.

 Chapter 24 - A Brief Rest

    The restaurant seemed alive with a background of clinking plates, chuckling and murmurings of low talks. At the table, where all of them were sharing after days intense as they might be were an atmosphere flavored by roasted meat, fresh baked bread, along with the tiny taste of a spiced garlicky ale.


    Just when the food was arriving, the door opened causing a blast of chill air. Melch caught himself mid-conversation and his gaze shot up toward the doorway, and widened in shock. Leif did not miss one such reaction. He smiled once more.


    "Oho now, Melch what''s with all this, blushin'', Melch? Fell for someone?"


    Melch''s cheeks scorched a deeper shade of red. "I''m not. it''s just not like that you know" he stammered in an attempt to avoid Leif''s teasing grin.


    Thomas turned his head to see who had entered. It was the earth magic tower mage and the elf mage from earlier. Their expressions were grave as they looked around the room and met eyes with Thomas. They walked directly toward him.


    "We need a word, Commander Nicolescu." the earth mage said in a low tone. The elf mage stood beside him with her posture regal and her sharp eyes sweeping the room.


    Thomas gave a slight nod. "Excuse me for a moment." he said to the table. Rising from his seat, he followed them outside.


    The group at the table watched as Thomas disappeared through the door. Leif leaned forward toward Melch while lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, I was just thinking. You should totally go to the elven kingdom. I mean, wouldn''t that be a dream come true? A whole kingdom full of elves in there."


    Melch rolled his eyes while trying to regain his composure. ¡°First of all, Leif it''s a no. Second, let¡¯s focus on getting into the academy first, shall we?¡±


    ¡°But you¡¯re considering it, aren¡¯t you?¡± Leif pressed a playful glint in his eye.


    Before Melch could open his mouth to answer, Devon who had silently watched laughed, "You dream, Leif. Elves do not take well to welcoming human invaders in their lands. Melch wouldnt even pass by the borders."


    Leif looked shocked. "Not even Melch? The great apothecary child prodigy? They would surely make an exception for him!"


    Devon was still shaking his head and laughing, while Melch sighed under his breath, "Can we just get this over already?"The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    As the group finished their meal, the topic changed to lighter matters. Thomas returned with his expression unreadable. He sat down, signaled for another drink and began joining in as if nothing was amiss.


    The evening passed with laughter and stories. Devon ordered more dishes than anyone else until Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Devon, are you trying to eat the entire menu?"


    "Just enjoying a good meal while I can." Devon replied with a grin. "Who knows when we''ll get another chance like this?"


    They eventually returned to the inn, their spirits high despite the weight of the exams and the dangers they had faced.


    The following morning, Melch woke early. The room was silent except by the soft snores of his friends. As he entered the hall, he heard a faint noise coming from Devon''s room. Curious, he peeked in and saw his brother practicing his swordsmanship while his movements precise with complete focus.


    "You up early" Melch commented leaning against the doorframe.


    Devon paused the mid swing to turn towards him. "Now it had gotten to be more of a routine. It just helps clear up my head."


    Melch nodded as he looked out his window. At the courtyard sat Thomas under his now favorite tree holding a odd cube in the palm of his hand, his face as far away and yet his eye fixed on his object as it seemed to hypnotize him from thought.


    "What is this?" Melch asked.


    "Probably thinking about how to save this world, as usual." Devon smiled. "Or maybe just figuring out how to get more medicine for you."


    Melch''s chest constricted at the mention of the medicine but he did nothing but keep quiet. He said something about needing to get more sleep and returned to his bed.


    That day was a blur. When Melch woke again the next day, the inn was bustling with activity. After a hearty breakfast prepared by Patricia, the group split up. Galen and Kaiser stayed behind teaching the young girl from the inn about the world beyond Rakllan, while Leif and Melch headed to the library.


    It was the librar with it''s tall shelves filled to the brim with books in all sizes and colors. The usual scenario usually found Leif catching a few winks in one of the corners where Melch consumed book after book. Today the roles were somewhat reversed. It was Melch still being tired from previous days who began to doze off but Leif walked the aisles gathering books and actually reading some of them.


    When Melch finally woke, he was surprised to see the pile of books Leif had collected. He picked one up and flipped through it only to realize most of them had nothing to do with the upcoming exam.


    "Leif" Melch said holding up a particularly irrelevant book. "Why do you even have this?"


    Leif shrugged. "Curiosity. You never know what might come in handy."


    Melch sighed but couldn''t help smiling. He took a few of the relevant books and settled down to study.


    By the time evening rolled around, the group had reconvened at the inn. Patricia had prepared fresh bread and soup which they enjoyed together. The little girl from the inn now more comfortable around the group was chatting animatedly with Galen and Kaiser, her bright laughter filling the room.


    Melch and Leif spent the rest of the evening preparing for the next day. To everyone''s surprise, Leif was still engrossed in his books while Melch worked on improving his potion making skills.


    The day of the exam came. The crowd moved toward the testing field, the fresh morning air circulating in their lungs. The examiners stated the rule: this test would last for three days just like the other one. The badge was given to every participant and told that they can start preparing now.


    Leif was to take the exam first followed by Melch the next day. As they left the grounds, Melch noticed Leif was being unusually quiet. "Hey, you okay?" Melch asked.


    Leif nodded. "Just. thinking. Don''t worry about me."


    Melch raised an eyebrow but didn''t press further.


    The rest of the day was quite uneventful. Back at the inn, Leif lost himself in his books while Melch worked with potions, fine-tuning his craft. Patricia''s bread and soup provided a comforting end to the day and as night fell, the group found themselves feeling a strange mix of anticipation and calm.


    The following morning, the first day of the last exam started in earnest. Melch and Leif were preparing themselves to face the last hurdle which was awaiting for them after what had already felt like a lifetime since the events from the first day of arriving in the capital Rakllan.

 Chapter 25 - Essence of Herbs

    Leif had been assigned to take the exam on the first day. Equipped with a bag that was meticulously packed by Melch which contained materials that Melch had handpicked for the medicine making test.


    Leif approached the challenge with his casual air. Meanwhile, Melch paced nervously outside like a father sending his child to school for the first time. It was such an odd sight as the ever composed Melch visibly fretted over how Leif would handle this exam.


    When Leif''s badge number was called he flashed Melch a quick wink and strolled into the examination room. In there, fifty examnes were placed in rows. Each student had a plain table before him where nothing was standing except a quill, some ink, and a piece of parchment. One third-year student was acting as the examiner moved forward to elucidate the rules of the test.


    "When your badge number is called you should approach the table with the magical dome." the examiner declared. "You will see what is under the dome then tell what the herbs are and what they do and that write down everything on the parchment. Hand over your notes to the professor at the front. Everything will depend on your performance, pass or be turned away."


    The room buzzed with nervous energy. Whispers of last minute advice among some of them and panicked self reassurances filled the air. Leif leaned back with hands in his pockets, barely masking his disinterest. He glanced around noting the tense faces of his peers. ¡°Looks like I¡¯m the only one having fun here.¡± he muttered to himself.


    When his turn came, Leif approached the dome. As soon as his fingers brushed against the surface, a weak hum filled the air and the magic sprang into life casting an otherworldly glow over the tabletop. The dome flared for a second and then steadied, revealing an array of herbs within it. All of these herbs gleamed slightly with their hidden magical properties spread out in dazzling colors across the spectrum.


    Leif squinted and recognized some thanks to Melch''s endless lectures on their medicinal uses. However, magic inside the dome reacted with his touch when one of the herbs floated very soothingly and provided a soothing melody.


    Well, that''s new." Leif muttered with a grin as he scribbled down the names and characteristics that he could remember. The herbs continued swirling and shifting almost playfully as though they were probing his memory. Scribbling furiously, yet in his trademark of utter nonchalance. Leif walked over to the professor passing him the parchment.


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    The professor glanced through the notes and couldn''t give him any reading expression. After finally not even giving Leif eye contact, "You are dismissed." he murmured.


    Leif smiled wide. "Well, that''s that then." He turned out of the room and walked back to rejoin Melch and the rest who were patiently waiting outside for him.


    "Was it a success?" Melch asked nervously.


    Leif shrugged coolly. "Oh, yeah." he smirked, before he could let himself say sarcastically. "Oh, by which I mean the examiner crushed me".


    Melch let out a heavy sigh but before he could say something, Leif clapped him on the shoulder. "Relax, Melch. If I fail, I fail. No big deal."


    Back at the inn, Melch attempted to get a clearer picture of the exam from Leif but his answers remained frustratingly vague. "Don''t worry, you''ll pass the first round easily. No problem will be there." Leif said confidently before kicking back on his bed and promptly falling asleep.


    The following day it was Melch''s turn. He walked towards the examination room with a quiet composure despite the weight of expectation pressing him down. Upon hearing his badge number, he stepped forward. His sharp eyes scanned the room keenly as he approached the magical dome.


    Touching the surface of the dome made the herbs inside came to view but this time around but the magic responded differently. The herbs glowed faintly revealing subtle magical auras that only someone with Melch''s training and knowledge could decipher.


    The experience he had guided his hands as he recorded their names and properties with precision. The dome suddenly began to emit a faint pulse and one of the herbs began to emit a golden light. Melch realized that this was a test. The herb''s light was growing brighter threatening to overwhelm the others. He recorded his observations, acting quickly. The light dimmed later and the other herbs returned to their natural glow.


    The professor reviewed Melch''s notes and nodded. "On to the next level."


    Melch went over to the second test: organizing the herbs into the right combination and preparing the medicine for curing. This phase of the exam was more complex. The ingredients available were barely enough for a single attempt and time was running out. Slowly and meticulously, he put the herbs in order using all the memorized information that he had accumulated during his reading.


    He did it with dexterous hands in preparing the potion, finishing it just as the examiner called time. When he presented his work, the potion glowed faintly which is a sign of its potency. The examiner gave him an approving nod.


    "You may proceed to the final test."


    The final stage required the participants to improve the potency of an existing medicine. This was not a test of mere skill but also of creativity. Melch thought through various methods that would help to amplify the effectiveness of the potion in front of him. While he did so, the color of the potion began to shift reacting to his efforts. He mixed in some metals and material from the demonic beast stabilizing the volatile energy in the mixture. The potion glowed brighter but time ran out before he could improve it further with the demonic core.


    He left the examination room with a mix of relief and frustration on his face. When he rejoined the others, he recounted the details to Thomas Nicolescu.


    Thomas listened carefully then said ¡°Passing the intermediate stage is enough to pass in this exam. You¡¯ve done well, Melch.¡±


    That evening, the group reconvened at the inn to rest. The results wouldn''t be announced for two more days giving everyone a brief respite. As they discussed the day''s events, Leif casually flicked his hand causing a small burst of harmless sparks to dance in the air. "If only the academy were to be this entertaining." he joked earning a rare chuckle from Melch. Despite the uncertain result, their moods began to lighten since both of them enjoyed the remaining time they have in this inn.

 Chapter 26 - Devons Tour

    The next morning, the sun streamed into the inn''s humble rooms to wake the group. After days of tests and preparation, they resolved that they had finally come to the time to explore the capital city of Rakllan. Having spent several days there, their focus on the entrance tests had left little room for leisure or discovery. Devon Vasti, having already spent much more time in Rakllan than any of them volunteered to be their guide.


    And now, with his feet up, Devon relaxed his head back and slumped into the chair. He was waiting patiently in the common area of the inn for Melch and Leif to arrive. And as they walked in, he grinned up at them with a wicked glint in his eye. "You haven''t seen much of this city yet. Today, I''ll show you what Rakllan is made of.


    His arms drooped, and with a yawn, Leif replied "If this means long walks and long walls instead of stories, then I am definitely not up for it."


    Devon encouraged him by saying, "There are lots of things in this city for someone like you who gets bored as easily as breathing in air."


    Starting their expedition from the city gates, which dwarfed the current tower structures as well as the streets that ran underneath them. The city''s age-worn walls reminisced about bygone battles against the demonic beasts and told a story through legendaries and impressive carvings on stone. While Melch looked for all of the statues depicting the city''s history. Leif was quietly unimpressed.


    "I didn''t come up here to learn a history lesson?" Leif said, slightly annoyed as he shifted a pebble near his feet.


    Devon laughed accusingly "It''s not just about the gates but if you want to understand the rest of the city, then it is equally important to know where you are. These walls have seen it all ¨C wars, celebrations, the rise and fall of multitudes of merchants. Now, follow me. The exciting part begins further inside.


    They were headed to the Worker''s Market. The wild ambience of the market reached them long before they got there. Blistering merchants yelled at each other in a multitude of tongues and dialects, selling their wares. Stalls, shanty stores, and carts filled with goods were seen along the roads.


    "This is where you find the soul of Rakllan", Devon muttered, expertly manuevering them through waves of people rushing past in this frenetic marketplace. "Worker''s Market". He shrugged with an air of disappointment. It wouldn''t carry anything too grand. But one in the know may pick up good bargains from it.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Melch was immediately caught up by the variety of the goods. Herbs of every color and texture lay on wooden tables, weapons and armor glinted in sunlight, and odd trinkets piled high in baskets. The smell of leather, metal, and spices hung together in the air.


    "What''s with all the bartering?" Melch asked watching a vendor trade a pouch of herbs for a small intricately carved dagger.


    "There is no fixed price here," Devon replied. "It''s all knowledge and wit for the buyer and seller. If you are shrewd, you can take away a precious item for practically nothing. If you are not¡­. well, you might pay an arm and leg for something useless."


    Melch looked at several bottles of the stuff, but it didn''t take him long to realize that in quality, things were far short of what its sellers claimed it was. Beast material, however appeared to fly from the shelves-people haggle over claws, scales and other components that make up various beasts.


    Meanwhile, Leif roamed about, at another selling carved forms. "This is a charming place," he remarked, choosing up a wooden little dragon from there. "At least, if for nothing else, it''s exciting.


    Devon continued to keep talking with an increase of the level of his smirk. "You have yet to experience everything, just wait until the adventure guild opens".


    The guild was a huge, throbbing building that edged the market. Inside its walls, the air vibrated. Everywhere were jests and boisterous sounds of laughing and chattering adventurers filling up every corner. Others drank and recounted stories of exploits, and there were others engaging in hot matches of arm wrestling.


    The moment Devon entered, he was spotted. A gang of adventurers motioned him to join them. They challenged him to a series of contests.


    "Dude, he is a legend here," one of them said softly smacking wide Devon on the back.


    Melch and Leif watched as Devon took on challengers, defeated them with ease, and received cheers from the crowd. The camaraderie of the guild was infectious, and even Melch found himself smiling at the lighthearted competition.


    After completing the victory lap around the guild, Devon stopped and introduced Melch to the ropes. "If you ever need rare materials, help with a quest, or anything else, this is the place to come. Just be clear about what you''re looking for and negotiate wisely. These people may seem friendly, but they''re still adventurers-they won''t hesitate to take advantage of you if you''re careless.".


    Taking them from the guild, Devon leads them to the Church of Beginnings. For even in bustling Rakllan streets, its spires appear to pierce the sky of this massive construction. The entrance wall was carved up with faceless god carvings-a god in whom there isn''t any distinguished feature but this presence that had depth.


    Inside, the air was very still. The air was heavy with incense smoke, and stained glass windows cast a ghostly light throughout the hall. A priest stood beside the altar, beads in one hand and a book in another, saying prayers under his breath.


    Devon motioned for Melch and Leif to get down. Melch hesitated, his curiosity outweighing his awkwardness. Leif rolled his eyes before begrudgingly following suit.


    When their prayers were finished, the priest came over with a warm smile and handed each of them a small vial of liquid.


    Leif eyed the vial suspiciously. "This isn''t water.


    Devon smirked. ¡°It¡¯s an elixir. And no, they don¡¯t give it to everyone. The priest knows me, so you¡¯re lucky. For most people, this stuff is nearly impossible to get.¡±


    Leif took a sip and immediately felt a surge of energy. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll admit it. That was worth it.¡±


    Melch drank his elixir in silence, feeling his fatigue melt away. He glanced around the hall, taking in the quiet majesty of the place.


    Devon took them to their last destination

 Chapter 27 - Final Destination

    The last place of the day was full of energy, a place which was filled with excitement in the air. The halls were filled with excited voices debating bets, odds and whispered rumors about the contenders. Devon led Melch and Leif to an enormous building that towered over the other buildings near it: a vast arena, grandeur beyond compare in all of Rakllan.


    "This" Devon declared with proud "is the largest arena in the city, well maybe even the entire dukedom. Here, gladiators battle demonic beasts captured from the untamed wilderness. Not just a fight but a spectacle."


    The arena loomed like a fortress of stone and iron with towering walls bedecked in colorful banners displaying past champions, legendary beasts and epic battles. The hum of anticipation vibrated through the crowd as clinking coins signaled the frenzy of betting before the matches.


    Devon pulled out three tickets with a smirk on his face. "I got us the best seats you can ask for without selling your soul. Trust me, you''re going to thank me the minute you see the view."


    Melch raised an eyebrow and sent a quick look around at the madness that surrounded them. "You seem pretty excited about this" he said.


    Devon smirked. "Why wouldn''t I be? It''s a tradition, a thrill and besides¡­"His grin spread wide. "You might learn something."


    They stepped through the grand archway into the thrumming interior of the arena, where a wave of energy hit them like a physical force. The stands were a sea of people from commoners packed into the upper rows to nobles lounging in private boxes draped with silk. The smell of roasted meats and spiced drinks filled the air, blending with the metallic tang of anticipation.


    Their seats were in the middle section, providing a great view of what was happening but not too close to the sandy battlefield below.


    Leif whistled taking in the view. "This place is huge. They could fit an army in here."


    Devon chuckled. ¡°You¡¯re not wrong but you¡¯ll see soon enough why it¡¯s packed to the brim. Matches here aren¡¯t just fights, they¡¯re history in the making. The best gladiators, the deadliest beasts and rewards that could turn anyone into a legend.¡±


    Melch¡¯s gaze watched the arena floor, his expression contemplative. ¡°And the fighters? What drives them to risk their lives here?¡±Stolen story; please report.


    Devon sat back and crossed his arms. "Glory, survival, greed-take your choice. Anyone may enter. Knights, mages, adventurers, mercenaries, even rogues with something to redeem or a new lease on life. Royalty and higher races are excluded. Anyone else is in play."


    Leif leaned to one side. "What do they gain besides not dying?"


    "Good question" Devon replied. "First, they take everything from the beasts they slay from the bones, cores, scales, whatever. Second, there''s the duke''s bounty and third, they receive a share of the arena''s profit of their match, which is enormous if the match is big and then there are private bounties from precious relics, special contracts but those are mostly kept under wraps."


    Leif grinned. "So fame, fortune, and glory. No wonder folks take risks like that."


    Their conversation was interrupted by the deafening cheer of a booming voice echoing through the arena. A man floating above the battlefield, his figure faintly aglow with magic was clad in ornate robes.


    "Ladies and gentlemen" the announcer began with his voice effortlessly carrying over the noise, "Welcome to today''s grand event! Prepare yourselves for a spectacle of strength, skill and survival"


    A great gate at one end of the arena groaned open, and number after number of fighters came pouring out onto the sandy battlefield. Melch and Leif were leaning forward with all their weight, riveted to the spectacle below.


    The fighters looked like they formed a ragtag company: a longbow man, two wand-wielding wizards, two behemoths clad in armor of impenetrable steel, two lithe adventure-seekers, four old veterans and one lone figure with a black cloak whose face was obscured and even his hands were gloved.


    "They''ve got some quality players." said Devon surveying the opposition.


    "And an opponent?" he asked Leif who began to get excited.


    The opposing gate crashed open and the announcer''s voice thundered: "Facing them today, the undefeated legend of this arena Taz Fang!"


    The crowd let out deafening cheers as a tall, towering figure strode into the arena. His long black hair flowed down his shoulders and his sharp features exuded confidence and danger.


    "Taz Fang" Devon whispered, his voice low and full of reverence. "Fifty-six matches. Fifty-three wins, only three losses. He''s a monster in human form."


    The fighters on the field fidgeted uneasily, their nerves readable even from the stands. Taz''s reputation alone was enough to intimidate even the bravest of challengers.


    The battle''s core started to quiver, an enormous iron cage was drawn from the earth whose sides were torn asunder. Metal grates fell upon this as its hinges grated with the full swinging open wide enough for everybody to see whatever it contained.


    The creature stepped forward and a collective gasp rippled through the audience. It was a reptilian monstrosity walking on two legs with a grotesque, bone plated face and jagged exoskeletons protruding from its body. Its eyes glowed with malice, and its guttural growl sent shivers down spines.


    Leif¡¯s eyes widened as he instinctively began counting the visible bones on its exterior. ¡°Nine bones¡­¡± he muttered his voice barely audible. He turned to Galen in alarm. ¡°Nine bones, If it grows just one more it¡¯ll evolve into an adult seascale beast. Are they insane?!¡±


    Melch¡¯s expression darkened at the mention of the beast¡¯s name. His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the creature, a shadow of something unspoken passing over his face.


    ¡°Melch?¡± Leif¡¯s voice broke through his thoughts.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Melch said curtly though his eyes never left the beast.


    The announcer¡¯s voice rang out once more. ¡°Let the battle¡­ BEGIN.¡±


    The fighters leapt into action forming a loose formation as the seascale beast roared and charged forward. Taz Fang remained still, observing the chaos with a predatory smile. His calculated calmness was more unnerving than the beast''s raw power. The match had begun and the crowd roared in anticipation of the bloodshed to come.


    Melch sat silently, his gaze unwavering as the battle unfolded. His mind was now a jumble of thoughts after learning the beast''s name and the shadow of something much more sinister, that could not be left alone for long.

 Chapter 28 - Arenas Stage

    The atmosphere in the arena reached a point where the audience have obviously lost all self-control started roaring in fury and delight. ¡°Taz Fang! Taz Fang!¡± a chunk of the audience belted out in exuberance whereas others seemed more enthusiastic with the expectation of bloodshed as they taunted ¡°let the beast win!¡± or ¡°kill them all!¡± The air was thick with anticipation, anxiety and a hint of bloodthirst.


    Leif did not feel any pressure while watching the altercation ¨C in fact Leif was savoring it. ¡°It¡¯s absolutely crazy!¡± he said between gasps of laughter. ¡°Why do I feel the crowd is more hyped than the actual combatants?¡±


    Melch on the other hand was not too invested in the emotions of the one fighting. He was deeply focused on the seascale beast, his eyebrows knitted together in an intense thinking. ¡°This one here is still bellow age. Now imagine their strength ¨C their speed and most importantly their intelligence if it has evolved. The person who caught it must have spent quite a fortune because at this state, it is still highly dangerous.¡±


    Devon chuckled, leaning forward on the railing. ¡°Makes the fight more exciting, doesn¡¯t it? Let¡¯s see how these poor fighters handle it.¡±


    Below in the arena, combat had already started. The seascale beast, standing on its mighty hind legs was roaring as the fighters charged forward with their attack. Arrows and magic projectiles were launched by the archer and wizards respectively, aimed at the head and torso of the beast. Its long muscular tail whipped back and forth knocking off the attacks with ease. It spun in place, using the momentum to jump forward as its two powerful legs propelled it toward the two behemoths in the group.


    The clash was brutal. With a force so powerful that it sent both behemoths sprawling across the sandy arena floor, the beast slammed into them. The crowd had erupted into cheers and gasps, some chanting for more blood, others jeering at the fighters'' inability to hold their ground.


    Amid the chaos, the veteran among the fighters had chosen to shift his focus. Where the others were intent on the beast, he kept his attention on Taz Fang, the gladiator standing somewhat apart from the fray. Taz Fang leaned on his weapon, his long black hair and beard a stark contrast to the smirk playing on his lips as he watched the fight. He was relaxed, and it was clear he was not going to intervene at least not yet.


    ¡°Is he seriously just going to stand there?¡± Leif asked, pointing at Taz Fang. ¡°I mean, he¡¯s supposed to be the big deal here, right?¡±


    Devon shrugged. ¡°That¡¯s Taz Fang for you. He¡¯s won fifty-three matches in this arena. He knows when to strike and when to let others do the dirty work. He¡¯s probably gauging the beast¡¯s strength or just enjoying the show.¡±


    Melch''s face clouded, his gaze switching from the beast to the gladiator. It''s pretty apparent that together they stand a solid chance of breaking the beast down, and all he has to do is to wait. There he was back in the arena, not looking indomitable at all. Instead, the man wearing a cloak, who presumably was a part of the fighter team had propped himself up against a wall and was sleeping directly onto the sand with his hands behind his head. His identity was disguised from head to toe by a black cloak and all that could be seen was his cloak from afar.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Some in the crowd was not happy. "Hey, wake up, you coward" ¡°Fight, you lazy fool¡± shouted a member of the crowd. The audience burst into laughter and even the other fighters in the arena briefly turned to him with a mix of laughter and irritation on their faces.


    Taz Fang¡¯s booming laughter echoed across the arena. ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Didn¡¯t come here to fight?¡± he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.


    The hooded figure did not respond, as stationary as a statue.


    Leif chuckled. ¡°That guy¡¯s either a genius or an idiot. I can¡¯t tell which.¡±


    ¡°Probably both,¡± Devon replied, grinning. ¡°But if he keeps lying there, he¡¯ll be the beast¡¯s next target.¡±


    As if on cue, the seascale beast turned its attention. It had been taking a pounding from the fighters, its thick exoskeleton keeping it from taking any real damage. But the constant arrows and magical blasts were obviously annoying it. With a sudden roar, the beast charged¡ªnot at the active fighters, but straight for the sleeping cloaked man.


    Gasps filled the arena as the beast closed the distance in a matter of seconds. The two behemoths and the veteran fighter chased after it, shouting warnings, but the beast was too fast. Just when it seemed like the cloaked man was about to meet a grisly end, the beast leapt at the last moment, using the arena wall as a springboard. It twisted in mid-air and redirected its trajectory toward the group of archers and wizards who had been pelting it with attacks.


    The crowd went wild, shouting, laughing, and yelling. An individual voiced their surprise in the beast cunning move ¡®¡¯It¡¯s a genius!¡¯¡¯


    ''''This is not merely a powerful creature - it is also targeting the ones who have caused the most trouble which shows its intelligence." remarked Melch while his pupils focused on the beast.


    ¡°Smart move,¡± Devon said, clearly impressed. ¡°Take out the long-range attackers first, then deal with the close-combat fighters. If it weren¡¯t a beast, I¡¯d say it¡¯s got the mind of a strategist.¡±


    On the other hand, Leif went for a different approach by bluntly stating, ''''Well, If nothing else it does know how to perform.''''


    The adventure duo attempted to outflank the beast as the wizards and archers were regrouping themselves. In one coordinated move, they swung at the beast''s powerful legs in an attempt to slow it down. However, the exoskeleton of the beast proved to be of great resilience merely tossing them aside and turning its focus towards the defending wizards and archers.


    "Those poor guys" Leif said pretending to pity them "went to war with hopes of glories only to become a beast''s chow in the end."


    Devon chuckled ¡°It¡¯s a part of the risk they take. Those who decide to step inside the ring are fully conscious of the consequences.¡±


    Melch, however wasn''t amused. His face was grim as he watched the movements of the beast. "This isn''t a fight. It''s a spectacle to whet the crowd''s bloodlust. That beast doesn''t stand a chance it''s being cornered and toyed with.


    Devon gave him a sidelong glance. ¡°You sound like you feel sorry for it.¡±


    Melch didn¡¯t respond immediately. His focus remained on the beast as it reached the archers and wizards, its claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. ¡°I just think there¡¯s something wrong with turning survival into entertainment.¡±


    Leif sensing the tension waved a hand dismissively. ¡°Come on, Melch. It¡¯s just a fight. These guys signed up for it and the beast¡­ well, it¡¯s not like it has any dreams of becoming a poet or something.¡±


    Melch did not respond, but his silence was deafening. His mind was a thousand miles from the arena as his thoughts turned into questions concerning the beast, the fighters and the system in this world that had them all brought together into this cruel game.


    The fight continued, the audience roaring with every blow, every dodge, every moment of bloodshed. But for Melch, the spectacle of survival felt more like a grim reflection of the world they lived in a world where strength was everything and mercy was a luxury few could afford.

 Chapter 29 - Beast and Gladiator

    Melch sat forward slightly with his hands resting on his knees while his sharp gaze locked on the chaos below. To his left, Devon watched with a calm expression but he analyzed by taking in every detail of the battlefield. On Melch¡¯s other side, Leif lounged back tossing a piece of bread he had bought with him into his mouth, his carefree grin a stark contrast to the carnage.


    The seascale beast roared, its deep guttural cry echoing through the arena as it turned its baleful gaze toward the wizards and archers. The crowd¡¯s cheers grew louder, their bloodlust mirroring the intensity of the battle below. Before the other fighters could react, the beast surged forward with terrifying speed, its claws tearing through one unfortunate archer. The man¡¯s scream was swallowed by the roar of the crowd as the beast swung its massive tail sending another wizard hurtling across the arena, lifeless.


    "Well, this is escalating quickly." Leif said gesturing with his bread. "That wizard¡¯s spell didn¡¯t even slow it down."


    "You¡¯re enjoying this?" Melch muttered not taking his eyes off the beast.


    Leif shrugged. "What can I say? If they wanted a spectacle, they should¡¯ve scheduled a fight between the beast and gladiator."


    "Focus on the arena, Leif" Devon interjected with his tone sharp. "The beast¡¯s left leg, it¡¯s now been injured. Did you see that? The limp¡¯s getting worse. If the fighters are smart, they¡¯ll exploit it."


    Down in the arena, one of the veterans seemed to have the same idea. "Attack its legs now" he shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos. The fighters now desperate and bloodied, followed the command. A behemoth warrior a massive figure clad in dented armor charged forward, swinging his war hammer that was hanging in his instead of using his sword with all his might. The hammer struck the beast¡¯s injured leg with a sickening crack forcing it to stagger.


    "There we go." Devon muttered nodding. "Limit its mobility, and they might stand a chance against the beast."


    "Might being the right word" Leif quipped. "Because it still looks like that thing could take a few heads off without breaking a sweat."


    The seascale beast roared again, this time in pain as its damaged leg buckled beneath it. It lashed out with its claws swiping wildly at the fighters encircling it. Two adventurers were caught in the attack, their bodies flung aside like ragdolls. But the remaining fighters pressed on, their weapons striking at the beast¡¯s vulnerable limb.


    "This thing¡¯s like a cornered animal now " Melch spoke to himself while observing it. "It¡¯s desperate."


    "And desperate means dangerous" Devon added while shifting towards Melch with his face grim.


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    Just as the tide seemed to be turning, a guttural shout pierced the air. "Get out of my way" Taz Fang bellowed his massive frame barreling into the fray. The crowd¡¯s roar surged as the infamous fighter entered the battlefield, his twin axes gleaming under the arena lights. With a feral grin, he leapt toward the beast, his axes carving deep gashes into its back.


    "Oh great him" Leif said rolling his eyes. "The guy who makes everything worse just showed up."


    Devon frowned. "He¡¯s unpredictable. That could spell disaster for the fighters trying to coordinate against both the beast and him."


    "Or it could make this a hell of a lot more interesting." Leif countered smirking. "I¡¯m leaning toward the latter."


    Taz Fang¡¯s savage attacks forced the beast to retreat momentarily but his erratic movements threw the other fighters into disarray. As he struck again, one of the veterans shouted in frustration "Stick to the plan" But the Behemouths paid no heed, their focus solely on the thrill of the fight.


    With a powerful swing, Taz Fang¡¯s axes bit into the beast¡¯s shoulder, eliciting a deafening roar. The beast thrashed violently, its tail whipping through the air and sending another adventurer sprawling. Taking advantage of the chaos, the beast broke free of the encirclement, limping toward the edge of the arena.


    "He is a gone for sure" Devon exclaimed from his usually calm voice rising as the beast turned its bloodied gaze toward the remaining wizard. The fighter tried to cast another spell, but the beast was too fast. In a single brutal motion, it ended the wizard¡¯s life.


    Melch grimaced. "They¡¯re running out of people down there."


    "Yeah, and now it¡¯s just a murder contest between the beast and Taz Fang" Leif said popping another piece of bread into his mouth. "Place your bets."


    Taz Fang unfazed by the diminishing numbers, turned his attention to the other fighters. With a savage efficiency, he cut down two veterans who tried to intercept him. The crowd¡¯s cheers turned frenzied as the arena became a blood soaked battleground.


    "This guy¡¯s as much of a threat as the beast or even worse" Melch muttered his focus on the beast and Taz Fang.


    "No argument there" Devon replied. "But look. The beast¡¯s movement is slowing. That leg injury is finally catching up to it."


    The remaining fighters regrouped, their faces pale but determined. Only one veteran, two behemoths and a lone adventurer stood against the odds. Meanwhile, the cloaked figure in the corner of the arena shifted slightly from his sleeping but made no move to join the fight.


    The seascale beast and Taz Fang now stood at opposite ends of the battlefield, their eyes locked in mutual recognition of a worthy foe. Without any roar or shouting they charged at each other, their clash shaking the ground. Claws and axes collided in a brutal dance, each strike sending shockwaves through the arena.


    "This is madness" Devon said his voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd. "They¡¯re going to tear each other apart. This might give the fighter¡¯s a chance."


    "From what¡¯s left of the fighters?" Melch said with doubt.


    "Or" Leif chimed in grinning, "they¡¯ll give us the most entertaining fight we have never seen before in the territory."


    Below, the fighters seized their chance. With the beast and Taz Fang locked in combat, they launched a desperate final assault. The arena floor became a blur of blood, steel and fury as the crowd¡¯s cheers reached a deafening crescendo. From their seats, Melch, Leif and Devon watched their expressions a mix of awe, dread and anticipation.


    ¡°Taz Fang doesn¡¯t care about winning with honor¡± Melch observed. ¡°He¡¯s just here to put on a show.¡±


    ¡°Well then he¡¯s certainly doing a damn good job of it¡± Devon replied.


    The fight continued each moment more brutal than the last. The arena floor was now slick with blood and the remaining fighters were visibly exhausted. The beast though injured seemed almost energized by the carnage, its eyes gleaming with a savage light.


    The cloaked man remained in his corner, still unmoving.


    ¡°Think he¡¯ll wake up now?¡± Leif asked nodding toward the cloaked figure.


    ¡°I doubt it¡± Melch replied. ¡°He¡¯s waiting for something. But what?¡±


    The beast charged one final time, its claws aimed at the veteran. The older fighter braced himself, raising his shield in a desperate attempt to block the attack. But just as the beast reached him, Taz Fang moved.


    With a roar of his own, the gladiator delivered a devastating blow to the beast¡¯s side, his sword cutting deep into its flesh. The creature howled in agony, collapsing to the ground.


    The crowd erupted into cheers, their chants for Taz Fang reaching a fever pitch.


    ¡°It¡¯s over.¡± Devon said, leaning back with a satisfied smile.


    But Melch wasn¡¯t so sure. His eyes flicked to the cloaked figure, who was now slowly rising to his feet.

 Chapter 30 - The Tenth Bone

    A vial of black liquid glinted in the cloaked figure''s hand as he ran towards the now-injured seascale beast. He put the mysterious stuff upon the beast''s wounds without hesitation. The liquid poured into the creature''s scales, causing it to twitch and stir almost immediately. Before the startled crowd''s eyes, its once-severe and gaping wounds had started to close. Its softer colors were replaced by a gloomy shade of black as a dark tint spread over its body. As the beast roared back with life, the arena became silent. Chills ran down everyone''s spines as the guttural sound echoed across the stands.


    Slowly, it lowered its massive head and bowed to the cloaked figure showing a clear act of submission. Leif leaned forward in his seat, his carefree demeanor vanishing for the first time in the arena. "What... what just happened? Did that guy¡­did he resurrect it?"


    Devon crossed his arms with his gaze narrowing on the cloaked figure. "Not quite resurrection. That was something else entirely. It¡¯s more like... binding. He¡¯s turned it into his servant. This has just got a lot more dangerous."


    Melch, who had been silently observing clenched his fists. His eyes were glued to the cloaked figure. ¡°That¡¯s not just any liquid. It¡¯s arcane alchemy. I¡¯ve seen it used before but... never on something like this one.¡±


    Down in the arena, the remaining fighters exchanged nervous glances and instinctively backed away from the pair, except for Taz Fang. The infamous gladiator stood his ground cracking his knuckles with an audible pop. His lips curled into a smirk.


    ¡°Bring it on¡± Taz Fang growled, lunging forward.


    The newly revitalized beast moved to intercept him with its claws slicing through the air with a speed and ferocity far beyond its earlier state. The two of them clashed again, their battle filling the arena with deafening roars, metallic scrapes and the shouts of the crowd.


    Devon gestured toward the fight as he explained, ¡°That beast, it¡¯s evolved. Look closely at its body. It¡¯s grown a tenth bone.¡±


    A stranger heard this and raised an eyebrow. ¡°Tenth bone? What¡¯s the big deal?¡±


    Melch turned to him, his tone grave. ¡°The tenth bone marks its transition into adulthood. An adult seascale beast is not something to mess with. Its strength, intelligence and resilience. Everything about it is amplified multiple times than it was a young beast and now it¡¯s under the command of that cloaked figure.¡±This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    The stranger blinked leaning back in his seat. ¡°Oh. That is a big deal.¡±


    As the fight raged on, the remaining fighters made their move. Realizing they couldn¡¯t take on the beast head-on, they set their sights on the cloaked man. With determined cries, they charged at him hoping to stop whatever dark magic he might unleash next.


    Unfazed by their approach, the cloaked figure held up a hand and started chanting. An ominous energy shimmered in the air around him. He finished his spell before the fighters could get to him.


    The beast let out a shockwave that sent the fighters flying backward like rag dolls. The stands trembled with a wave of intensity that even the audience sensed.


    Leif gripped his seat''s edge. "What on earth was that?"


    Devon¡¯s expression darkened. ¡°That beast its transformation isn¡¯t just physical. Its energy has grown too. That shockwave? Pure force from its evolved state. It¡¯s like it¡¯s announcing its dominance.¡±


    In the arena, only Taz Fang remained standing where his feet firmly planted on the ground. The gladiator wiped a speck of blood from his lip and laughed ¡°HahaHa¡± it was a deep, booming laugh that carried over the chaos.


    ¡°Finally!¡± Taz Fang bellowed, his voice dripping with excitement. ¡°A real challenge¡±


    The beast¡¯s tail lashed out, carving deep grooves into the arena floor as it charged again. Taz Fang met it head-on, his movements fluid and precise. The crowd erupted into cheers chanting his name.


    ¡°Taz Fang! Taz Fang!¡±


    However, Some in the audience were rooting for the beast. ¡°Crush him!¡± one man shouted. ¡°Let the monster win!¡±


    Meanwhile, the cloaked figure stood motionless his head tilted as if observing the fight with mild interest.


    One of the fighters, a veteran who had barely managed to stand after the shockwave turned to the others. ¡°We have to stop him first. Focus on the cloaked one¡±


    But their resolve wavered as they watched the beast grow even more ferocious. Its exoskeleton now extended to cover its neck and its tail had grown larger, swiping at anything in its path. With each swipe, it decimated those who dared to come towards the cloacked figure.


    One by one, the fighters fell. The beast tore through the behemoths and veterans, their weapons barely scratching its reinforced scales. In the stands, Melch¡¯s face grew darker with each passing moment.


    ¡°We¡¯re witnessing a massacre.¡± he muttered.


    Devon nodded grimly. ¡°And it¡¯s not over yet.¡±


    The commentator, who was suspended above the arena with his magical levitation gazed into a room within the arena and subtly nodded his head having just received some insight via telepathy. Suddenly, his voice amplified to a thunderous boom echoed throughout the stands.


    ¡°Attention, audience. The barrier protecting the arena has sustained damage due to the beast¡¯s sudden transformation. For safety reasons, the match may end in a draw if both sides agree. Fighters, what do you say?¡±


    Taz Fang threw back his head and laughed. ¡°End it now? Are you kidding me? I haven¡¯t even started!¡±


    The cloaked figure remained silent but shook his head in refusal.


    The commentator sighed. ¡°Very well. The fight continues¡±


    The tension in the arena thickened as the final showdown loomed. On one side, the cloaked figure and the now adult seascale beast a fearsome pair that had already decimated most of their opponents. On the other, Taz Fang, the undefeated gladiator whose confidence never wavered.


    Devon leaned closer to Melch and Leif, his voice barely audible over the roaring crowd. ¡°If Taz Fang doesn¡¯t pull off a miracle, this arena might see its first complete annihilation.¡±


    Leif glanced at Melch. ¡°You think he¡¯s got a chance?¡±


    Melch didn¡¯t answer immediately. His eyes remained locked on the cloaked figure. Finally, he spoke with his usual tone.


    ¡°If he doesn¡¯t, that beast won¡¯t stop and grow even more dangerous.¡±


    The final battle had begun and the fate of Taz Fang , the seascale beast and the cloaked one hung in the balance.

 Chapter 31 - Unexpected Victor

    With its sharp claws slicing through the air, the seascale beast roared as it leaped towards Taz Fang. Being a seasoned gladiator, Taz Fang was able to avoid the attack with incredible agility which was remarkable for someone his size. The beast¡¯s exoskeleton glinted under the arena lights showing that it was now covered in streaks of blood from the earlier encounter with Taz. With his gaze fixed on the spectacle below, Melch leaned forward on his seat.


    Leif gripped the edge of his seat and mumbled, "That thing is relentless." "How is Taz Fang even standing after all that fighting against the adult seascale?"


    "It''s not just skill that keeps him going, Taz Fang is well known for many things so watch him closely." added Devon, who was sitting between the two and grinned.


    As the beast charged again towards Taz Fang, he reached into a pouch strapped to his side and pulled out a small vial. Without any hesitation, he downed its contents. The change was immediate. His once dark hair and beard began to glow scarlet red and his eyes blazed like molten fire. The faint wounds on his body closed almost instantly and his muscles bulged with newfound strength.


    "What¡¯s happening to him?" Leif asked his voice tinged with awe.


    "That¡¯s a scarlet berserk potion" Devon explained. "It¡¯s a risky move. It grants incredible power but the toll it takes on the body afterward... well, let¡¯s just say it¡¯s not for the faint of heart."


    Melch frowned his gaze shifting to the beast. "Even with that potion, this fight isn¡¯t over. That beast... it¡¯s adapting to its strength."


    The arena erupted in cheers as Taz Fang unleashed a flurry of punches on the seascale beast, each blow causing visible dents in its once impenetrable exoskeleton. The beast screeched in pain but retaliated with a powerful swing of its tail. Taz barely managed to block it, skidding backward from the force.


    Meanwhile, the cloaked figure stood in the center of the arena seemingly unfazed by the chaos around him. He murmured incantations under his breath, his hands moving in intricate patterns as he used the blood of the fallen fighters to draw a magic circle on the ground.


    Melch¡¯s eyes narrowed on the blood ritual and he knew very well how blood ritual are very dangerous. "He¡¯s up to something. That¡¯s definitely not ordinary."


    "What do you mean?" Leif asked.


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    "Look at the blood circle" Melch replied. "He¡¯s channeling a ritual. If he finishes it..."


    "Then Taz Fang won¡¯t just have the beast to worry about" Devon finished his tone grim. ¡°Things are about to get out of control.¡±


    The cloaked figure was the next target of Taz Fang¡¯s unrelenting berserk mode. At that moment, Taz Fang delivered a powerful uppercut which sent the creature sprawling on its back, he turned his attention towards the cloaked man. Instead of wasting any time, he started running towards him with his fiery eyes locked on his target but just as he was about to strike, the cloaked figure completed his ritual.


    Pulverized air particles which transformed into fog started to cover the arena so tightly that audience members started to gasp. Melch felt as if the world was coming to an end. Deep within Hughes, a ferociously angry Taz yelled, ¡°Get out here already, I am sick of hiding!¡±


    As the fog began to disappear, the figure in the robe was revealed, completely unscathed, and standing in the middle of the fog.


    He raised a hand and a voice echoed telepathically in Taz Fang¡¯s mind. Whatever was said made Taz¡¯s expression twist in rage but before he could react, the cloaked figure teleported away taking the seascale beast with him. Taz staggered the effects of the berserk potion catching up to him. He collapsed to his knees and his scarlet hair began fading back to its original black color.


    The commentator¡¯s voice boomed throughout the arena "Ladies and gentlemen, the cloaked fighter has vanished thus by default the victory goes to Taz Fang for this match because of his valiant efforts and also being the only alive person in here."


    The crowd¡¯s reaction was mixed. Some cheered for Taz, while others booed clearly displeased with the sudden turn of events. The announcer continued "However, as the cloaked man did not step forward to claim his reward, Taz Fang will receive the prize too"


    "That was... very anti-climactic." Leif leaned back in the seat and mumbled.


    However, Melch was thinking deeply and silently he whispered "It''s not over...Whoever that cloaked man was, he¡¯ll be back and the next time he won¡¯t just disappear."


    Devon''s grim face lifted as he nodded. "We¡¯ve seen enough for today. Let¡¯s head back for now."


    The trio made their way past the bustling crowd many of whom were rushing to get their winnings or complaining their losses. Back at the inn they were greeted by Patricia, who had prepared their dinner.


    The meal consisted of bread, cheese and a spicy stew. Melch took a cautious bite, his brow furrowing. "This is... different."


    Leif chuckled though his face was pale. "It¡¯s better than what we had in the mountains."


    Patricia laughed from the doorway. "That bread wasn¡¯t meant for humans orginally. It was for the horses."


    Leif¡¯s face turned red as the room erupted in laughter. "Well, at least it was tasty." he joked earning a pat on the back from Melch.


    Later that night, Devon sat with his grandfather, Thomas. He described the events that had occurred in the arena while highlighting the cloaked figure''s activities.


    Thomas thoughtfully scratched his beard. "Don''t stress yourself over such a thing. The overseers of the arena will already be looking for that individual. If my suspicion is right, he''s involved in something much more significant than this.


    "Which means more work for us in a way." Devon complained. "I need a break from all this traveling and fighting."


    Thomas laughed. "A knight''s life is never boring." Go get some sleep now.


    As Devon retired for the night, Melch and Leif prepared for another day of exploring. However, Leif woke up feeling unwell. Melch offered him some medicine and Patricia confirmed the source of his discomfort.


    "I told you that bread was for the horses and it needs some time to get used to that." she teased her laughter echoing through the inn.


    Leif shook his head, grinning despite his embarrassment. "Next time, say that first properly."


    Despite the lighthearted moment, Melch¡¯s mind remained on the events of the arena. The cloaked figure¡¯s ritual, the transformed seascale beast and Taz Fang they all pointed to something far more dangerous to him and unknown to Melch at the time there were many things brewing in the shadows and he was soon going to be a huge part of it.

 Chapter 32 - Entrance Results

    The city, which was now covered in snow, was illuminated palely by the morning sun as it peaked through Rakllan''s clouds. Aspiring students flocked to Theoder Academy to witness the results, making the chilly morning lively. After packing the previous evening, Melch and Leif found themselves standing close to the academy''s imposing gates, their breaths hazy in the frigid air. Devon stood next to them, as composed as ever, but with a sense of subdued expectation.


    "Melch, are you nervous?" Leif broke the silence by asking. Although he spoke in a casual tone, there was a hint of unease in his voice.


    Melch grinned. "Leif, I''m not anxious. It''s only outcomes. We''ll handle whatever comes up."


    Leif chuckled. "Easy for you to say. You probably aced the written tests but I barely made it through those essay questions without wanting to pass out."


    Devon interjected his voice sharp but encouraging. "It¡¯s not just about results. This is the first step in a long journey. The academy isn¡¯t looking for perfection they want potential. Remember that."


    Melch experienced a wave of awe as they got closer to the academy grounds'' main plaza. Theoder Academy''s imposing buildings was adorned with elaborate carvings and gothic spires towered over the throng of potential students like sentinels. It was evident that this was no ordinary institution as the cold stone seemed to exude an uncompromising authority.


    Five enormous stones were placed in a circle to display the results. The names of the passing students and their respective scores were displayed in glowing letters on each stone, which was enchanted with shimmering magical runes. Melch saw that the stones were made to only reveal results to the people in front of them, a clever enchantment that prevented ridicule or comparison in public.


    Leif eagerly stepped up to one of the stones. The runes glowed brighter as they recognized him, and his scores appeared:


    Leif


    Magic: SS


    Physical: SS


    Written: D


    Medicine: F


    Leif let out a low whistle. "Passed in both magic and physical? It appears that all of the practice paid off, but..." Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. "That written score is... well, let¡¯s just say it¡¯s not great."


    Behind him, Melch grinned and said, "Leif, D is still a pass. At least you were accepted into the academy and didn''t fail it like medicine did.


    "Hey, Medicine¡¯s overrated anyway and I still have you for that." Leif shot back grinning.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Now it was Melch''s turn. He stepped forward feeling the hum of magic as the runes activated. His scores appeared:


    Melch Vasti


    Magic: F


    Physical: B-


    Written: S


    Medicine: SS


    Leif leaned over to peek his eyes widening. "SS in medicine? Of course, you would and an S in the written test too? You¡¯re some kind of genius, Melch but..." He hesitated glancing at the failing grade in magic.


    "I know they have increased there cut off like I thought." Melch said cutting him off. "Anyway, magic was never my strong suit. I¡¯m not worried about it."


    Devon, who had been observing quietly nodded in approval. "Both of you passed and that¡¯s what matters. The academy places more emphasis on application than just natural talent. Melch, magic isn''t everything. The academy will understand that your strengths are elsewhere.


    The three of them returned outside to inform Thomas and Galen of the outcome. As they recited their scores, Thomas listened intently, his face unreadable.


    When the silence was finally broken, Thomas said "So, you both passed. All right, but getting through the door is only the first step. You will face challenges at Theoder Academy that you never would have thought possible."


    "Do we need to prepare anything else before we go in?" Melch inquired.


    Thomas gave a headshake. "No. I want to show you something first, but once you''re inside, everything you need will be provided."


    Thomas led them back toward the academy without saying anything more. He led them to a modest, smaller building on the outskirts rather than the main gates. With its simple wooden doors and lack of decoration, the building seemed out of place in Rakllan''s grandeur.


    The air inside changed completely. Transparent magical displays that displayed a string of numbers, names, and times were lining the walls. The displays were similar to flight information display systems, but with a mystical twist where the text floated in midair, constantly rearranging itself in response to unseen commands of the caster.


    "What is this place?" Leif''s eyes darted around as he asked.


    "It¡¯s the transit hub for the academy." Thomas clarified. "In Theoder, teleportation is tightly controlled. Here, they set up transportation to designated areas on the property."


    Thomas went up to one of the counters and gave him a plaque with elaborate runes on it. After examining it with keen eyes, the middle-aged attendant nodded and gave him a slip of paper bearing a glowing number.


    "This way" Thomas said, guiding them to a platform where an old man stood with a cat resting on his shoulder. The man barely glanced at them before gesturing toward the center of the platform.


    The teleportation was quick but startling. The cold air surrounded Melch and Leif one second, and then they found themselves standing in a totally different setting. The air was warm and the ground was covered with luxuriant green grass that appeared to have escaped the effects of winter.


    Thomas declared, "This is the Morning Star Dormitory." "It¡¯s where you¡¯ll be staying when attending the Theoder Academy."


    A voice cut them off before they had a chance to look around. "Does this thing still work?"


    The speaker, a short, stocky man with unruly hair, was muttering to himself while examining a teleportation device nearby. With a look of mild surprise on his face, he looked up at Melch and Leif. "Humans? Haven¡¯t seen your kind here in a while."


    Ignoring the comment, Thomas led them into the dormitory building. The warden of the dormitory came and used a small stone which was like the one in the plaza and checked their marks after that the Warden instructed them that they should follow it¡¯s rules strictly.They then entered after that.


    With high ceilings and elaborate chandeliers, the interior was opulent yet welcoming. Modern conveniences were expertly combined with magical enhancements in every room.


    After receiving the rooms from the warden and settling in, Thomas turned to Leif and Melch. "The academy is not like any other place you''ve been. Keep your focus, put in a lot of effort and remember your purpose."


    Melch paused as Thomas got ready to go. "Grandpa... do you think I can keep up here? My magic score¡­"


    "Melch" Thomas cut through his firm yet gentle tone. "You are not defined by your score. What counts are your intelligence, tenacity, and resourcefulness. Have faith in yourself."


    Melch nodded a newfound resolve in his eyes. As Thomas departed, the realization finally sank in they were now officially students of Theoder Academy. The journey ahead would be challenging but for the first time, Melch felt a little free and was ready to face it and Leif suddenly told ¡°I am still here for you, Master¡±. With that they chuckled and left inside their separate rooms to keep the things they bought inside it. They have yet to know the rules in the dormitory as the Warden told they will know when they come for the dinner.

 Chapter 33 - Settling In

    When Melch and Leif were done unloading all their stuff into the room, they decided to see what the dormitory looked like. They were first excited to see what other rooms looked like, but soon that excitement was dampened because most of the rooms were locked. The warden explained that students were attending classes at the moment and that most of the academy''s areas could only be accessed with personalized plaques that they would receive later.


    Shrugging off their curiosity about the locked rooms, Leif stretched and grinned. "So much for thinking to sneak a peek inside the academy. Guess they really don¡¯t trust first years like us with anything interesting, huh?"


    Melch chuckled softly. "It¡¯s not about trust, Leif. It¡¯s about order. Besides, we¡¯re not here to break into places."


    "Speak for yourself" Leif quipped winking. "I''m here to dig up all the secrets of the academy. But okay, fine what''s next? Wanna see the park I saw out behind the dorm?"


    Without much else to do, the two of them stepped out through the back door of the dormitory and into the park behind the dormitory. What awaited them was absolutely breathtaking.


    It looked more a mystic paradise than a small piece of grass. Old trees, great in height and venerable, wear their robes with pride-the leaves glistening vaguely with spell and enchantment. Soft hummings of sorcery filled the air with floating lights passing by, ethereal and vague, to imbue the setting with an unreal tinge. There was one single cobblestone path across the lush lawn into many crevices hidden inside the park. In the middle, sat a fountain calm and serene under sunlit light shining upon its silver-like liquid face.


    Leif let out a soft whistle. "Wow. I''m not lying. This is quite a mountain view we''ve been having back home. Just look at that fountain there. Do you think it is drinkable?"


    Melch arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn''t even try. With this place around, it must be enchanted. You might start to sprout feathers when you drink from it."


    Leif laughed the carefree sound echoing through the park. "Feathers, huh? Could be a good look for me. You¡¯d be jealous of my wings."


    As they wandered further, they came across a swing hanging from the sturdy branch of a giant oak tree. The ropes looked weathered but sturdy and the seat was polished smooth as if generations of students had used it.


    Leif darted ahead and hopped onto the swing giving himself a strong push. "Melch, you¡¯ve gotta try this. It feels like flying without all the magic nonsense."This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    Melch hesitated for a moment before giving in. Leif jumped off, landing with a dramatic roll on the grass and motioned for Melch to take his place.


    "Alright, your turn Mr. Serious. Time to loosen up a little."


    Melch slowly sat down gripping the ropes tight. He felt a slight nudge from Leif, as the swing started swinging him forward; the wind whipped through his hair. He felt a moment of small laughter surprising himself with such a small amusement.


    "See? I said it was fun" said Leif beaming.


    At other moments, though flashes of magic broke into the otherwise tranquil park scene as a few of the older students were flying about in mid-air, executing a flawless flip to cast some spell or another. Colored wisps streamed out of the ends.


    "Do you think we''ll ever be able to do that?" Leif asked wistfully as he watched another student do the same.


    "Maybe" Melch replied thoughtfully. "If we try, I don''t see why we can''t."


    Leif snorted. "Effort, huh? You know I''m allergic to that."


    But they couldn''t stay relaxed for too long because hunger set back in and they had to return inside to the dining hall. The hall was large and vibrant with long wooden tables and benches neatly placed. Plates of steaming food floated in through the air guided by unseen hands and landed very gracefully in front of them when they were waiting.


    Leif¡¯s eyes lit up as he grabbed a loaf of warm bread from the serving counter. "Now this is what I¡¯m talking about. Free food and no dishes to wash."


    Melch chose a simpler meal, opting for bread and a small bowl of soup. They sat at a quiet corner table and ate in companionable silence, the sounds of chatter and laughter filling the air around them.


    After dinner, they went back to Melch''s room and finally had the time to think of what was in store for them. Melch sat at his small desk near the window staring out into the academy grounds with a deep reflection.


    "I will join the Medicine Department" he said finally breaking the silence.


    Leif, lying on the bed and tossing a small ball into the air rolled his head towards Melch. "Medicine, huh? You''ve mentioned that before. Still set on becoming an alchemist to cure Valkora?"


    Melch nodded. "It''s not just for that. I think alchemy has the potential to uncover truths about this world that we haven''t even begun to imagine. The idea of creating something meaningful. that''s what drives me."


    Leif sat up straight, his face grave more than it normally ever is. "You know, I was thinking." He changed his voice and assumed an effortful tone. "Perhaps I should become a combat magic wielder. If I''m unable to join you into the Medicine Department because of school grades, then at least I can defend you, correct?"


    Melch gave him a little smile. "You don''t have to play bodyguard, Leif. But thanks for wanting to."


    "Yeah, well, someone''s got to keep you out of trouble" he joked smiling again.


    In short, their plans and ideas would be thoroughly discussed their plans for a potential future or something that one or the other joked about might actually happen tomorrow and eventually the night fell so other students begin coming back. Melch and Leif even got out to say hello.


    They were a mixed lot, faces and accents speaking of origins far beyond Viria. Some of them stood tall and towering, while others were petite and seemed almost fragile. And then there were those with non-human features scales, horns or faintly glowing eyes.


    Leif, being the social butterfly that he was started conversations with several students asking about their homelands and what brought them to Theoder Academy. Melch kept quiet, observing more than participating but he couldn''t deny the curiosity sparked by the stories he overheard.


    As night passed, they returned to their room both excitement and trepidation over the next few days coursing through their veins. Melch lay awake for a little while, gazing at the ceiling and pondering on the path he had chosen. It was going to be difficult; he knew that but for the first time in this world, he felt that he can cure his disease in Melch Vasti''s body.


    Leif was softly snoring before long and Melch closed his eyes, letting sleep carry him off.

 Chapter 34 - A New Day at Theoder

    The frost-kissed windows were illuminated with morning sun when Melch woke up, sitting up slowly with his mind lingering on the rules the warden had explained during last night''s dinner.


    The rules were clear enough: meals punctually eaten in the dining hall, a single guest is only allowed to stay for each student, absolutely no damaging dormitory property with magic and no infighting. However, the idea of credits stuck in his mind. After six months had gone by, they would need to gain enough credits to keep staying in the dorm or face relegation to the outdoor barn. A place, the warden darkly hinted that was cold, cramped and provided no magical amenities the dorms did.


    Melch sighed running a hand through his hair. The weight of expectation and burden was always on his shoulders, but he did not let it deter him. Glancing across the room, he noticed a cylindrical pipe-like contraption protruding from the wall.


    The pipe was a magic channel, unlike anything he''d ever seen¡ªa smooth, metallic surface with various runes etched along its length. Last night, the warden had explained that this was how packages and letters came through within the academy. Every room in every dormitory was connected to a network of magical pipes, so things could be sent directly to your quarters.


    As if on cue, the pipe gave a soft hum and then a faint glow. A capsule, roughly the size of a small box, materialized inside the translucent section of the pipe. The capsule slid gently down into the collection tray at the base clicking into place.


    Curious, he approached and picked it up. The capsule was cool to the touch, its surface etched with glowing symbols that faded as he opened it. Inside, he found neatly folded uniforms in white, black and blue, along with a sleek plaque engraved with his name: Melch Vasti. A badge bearing the academy''s emblem rested atop a small stack of books and beneath it was a sealed letter.


    Melch looked at the plaque very closely. Etched along its edges were runes that pulsed with the warmth of his touch, glowing faintly. More than an ID, this was an object imbued with magic that seemed to carry with it innumerable applications. He laid it down delicately on his desk thinking about how much more he might need to learn regarding the mysteries at the academy.


    A loud knock jolted him back into reality.


    "Melch, You awake?" Leif''s voice came out cheerful as ever.


    Melch called out "Yeah, come in."


    The door swung open and Leif strolled in, his grin as wide as ever. "Morning, genius!! Got your package, I assume?"


    Melch gestured to the open capsule. "Yeah. Did yours come through the pipe too?"


    Leif chuckled. "Of course. It''s brilliant, isn''t it? I sat there for ten minutes watching mine glow, trying to figure out how it works."This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Melch smirked. "Let me guess, you didn''t figure it out."


    Leif shrugged. "Hey, I''m a magician now, not an engineer. Anyway, what''s the plan for today?"


    "Breakfast first." Melch said grabbing his coat.


    It was a very lively morning in the dining hall with students from all walks of life gathering to eat. The air buzzed with chatter about the inaugural program that would soon take place and the choices they would soon have to make.


    Melch and Leif sat at one of the long tables settling on simple bread and fruit. The roasted meats and freshly baked pastries filled the air but Melch wasn''t a heavy-breakfast kind of boy.


    "So" a student near him started his voice easygoing "what department do you think you''ll join? Medicine, yeah?"


    Melch nodded. "Yeah, the Medicine Department. It''s the best for alchemy and research, and it suits my purpose, too."


    Another student leaned over him and said something, after that his tone softened as he asked "Valkora?"


    Melch hesitated before nodding. "If there is even a small chance I''ll find that cure, I must try.".


    Leif leaned back, his tone lightening. ¡°Well, guess that means I¡¯ll need to keep an eye on you. Not that I¡¯m joining the Medicine Department. I¡¯d probably blow something up but I¡¯ll be around.¡±


    Melch chuckled. ¡°Yeah, you¡¯re better off sticking to magic.¡±


    Leif grinned. ¡°Exactly. I¡¯m all about adventure and explosions, not mixing potions. I¡¯ll leave the boring stuff to you.¡±


    As they dined, their conversation was punctuated by good-natured banter as their contrasting personalities spilled over into words. Several other students joined their table introducing themselves and their aspirations. Some wanted to be the most celebrated warriors, while others sought mastery over rare magical arts. Such a diverse range of dreams made Melch only more excited for what lay ahead.


    After breakfast, Leif and Melch decided to take the dormitory tour with the newly acquired plaques. The plaques became keys that opened the doors to numerous rooms and facilities. First, they came to the alchemy lab, a small room full of basic ingredients and equipment. Melch gazed at the empty shelves and old apparatus knowing that the warden didn''t exaggerate when he told them that students should get credits before receiving proper facilities.


    "This place has potential" Melch whispered though he looked skeptical.


    Leif raised an eyebrow. "Potential? It looks like nobody''s used this in decades."


    Melch was ignoring that statement and was noting what he had to improve lab utility in his head.


    Battle room was the next stop. Totally not impressive, an arena with dumb dummies, crumbling sparring mats. Near it was, however the training room it was pretty cool. There was enchanted targets there, obstacle courses designed to raise agility and accuracy, and plenty else in there.


    ¡°This.¡± Leif declared ¡°is more my speed.¡± He glanced toward the battle room and added jokingly ¡°Honestly, the park in the back is probably better for actual duels. At least it¡¯s got space.¡±


    Melch laughed. ¡°You¡¯d use any excuse to duel outside, wouldn¡¯t you?¡±


    Leif grinned. ¡°Of course. Nothing beats fresh air and a cheering audience.¡±


    Almost at noon they returned to the dormitory as preparation for the first program. Melch fetched his letter from the packet that explained an agenda of that day. That would take place in the main hall of that academy where it was supposed they were formally welcomed and got distributed in which departments they chosen.


    Leif stood before the door holding in his letter with a slight raise in voice says "Must be about almost time, isn''t it?"


    Melch nodded. ¡°As ready as I¡¯ll ever be.¡±


    Together, they joined the stream of students heading toward the grand hall. The building loomed ahead, its towering spires and intricate stonework radiating an air of mystery and grandeur.


    Inside, the hall was a magic spectacle. Light orbs floated above the crowd casting a warm, golden glow. Banners bearing the crest of the academy adorned the walls, their colors shifting subtly in a mesmerizing display.


    The Anchor stood up to speak in the stage¡¯s center, his presence both authoritative and inviting as he began his speech. He spoke to tradition, opportunity and the boundless potential in every student, his words filled with an aura of inspiration, weaving around them a sense of anticipation and hope.


    Leif leaned over to Melch, his voice barely audible. "Think we''ll make it through our first week here?


    Melch smirked. "If we don''t, at least we''ll have each other to blame."


    Leif laughed. "Here''s to survival, then."


    It was all Melch could do not to think that they were indeed in this together when the anchor spoke further. Their first journey within Theoder Academy had started, and their choices here now influenced whom they would become.

 Chapter 35 - The Inaugural Ceremony

    The anchor stood confidently at the satge, his voice ringing across the grand hall. As he concluded his speech, he raised his hand signaling the end of his address. "Now, we invite the top student of the entrance examination, Miss Elissa, to join us on stage" he announced gesturing to a young girl seated near the front.


    The tall and poised girl, Elissa, with black hair and the striking emerald eyes, the hair tied in an elegant braid stepped onto the stage with an air of calm confidence. The crowd murmured in awe as she ascended the steps, her movements as gracious as her reputation suggested.


    "She definitely looks like she belongs up there" Leif whispered to Melch with a mischievous grin. "Think she''d give me pointers? Or do you think she''d just tell me to try harder in the written test like usual?"


    Melch rolled his eyes. "Maybe she''d just tell you to stop joking around for five seconds."


    Leif chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Nah, that''s what you''re here for to keep me grounded while I bring the fun.


    On the stage, the anchor presented Elissa with a relic that shimmered under the magical lights illuminating the grand hall. It was a bracelet, intricately designed with golden vines wrapping around a crystalline core. "This" the anchor explained "is Raigoced. A rare relic capable of storing up to three spells, allowing the user to cast them instantly. However, be mindful recharging its power requires exponentially more mana each time it''s fully depleted.


    Elissa bowed and accepted the relic. The crowd applauded loudly, and then stepped aside politely.


    Leif leaned closer to Melch and his voice took a light tone as he said, "That thing''s gotta be worth a fortune. Wonder what they''d do if I asked for two."


    Melch shot him a deadpan look. "You''d be lucky to get a keychain, Leif."


    The applause was fading down as the anchor began to speak again. He explained what was planned for the students after the entrance exam; the entire structure of the academy. "Each student will be assigned to a department based on their entrance examination results. However" he continued, "first-year students will attend a general curriculum, sharing classes with peers from all departments. This allows for a broader foundation before specialization begins in the second year. Should you ever want to take courses outside of your major department, you will have to get a higher rank in your own department or get a recommendation from your department head.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    "Sounds like they''re setting us up for a lot of work" Leif muttered, slouching in his chair.


    "Work you might actually need to do if you want to survive here" Melch replied raising an eyebrow.


    Leif laughed and pretended to be offended. "I''m hurt, Melch. Actually, you think I am incapable of ."


    "Well. Yes."


    Leif burst out laughing, earning some disapproving glances from nearby students. "Fair point" he was still trying to fake seriousness while stifling chuckles.


    Not bothered with the conversations during the session, the anchor continued. "To complete your department''s registration, you will need to go to the enrollement hall. The enrollement hall is situated at the right side of the grand hall, and it takes in entries for seven days, so you''ll have the time. Remember that if you want to change the department, this has to be done during the first two months when classes are starting. Beyond that, you''re locked to your choice.


    The anchor became more serious as he addressed a final point. "For those who are unable to decide within seven days, a department and lecturer will be assigned to you at random. Choose wisely, and consider the path that aligns with your goals."


    With that, the ceremony broke up. The hall resumed with a positive hum of students breaking up to leave. Some headed straight to the registration booth while others stayed in smaller groups trying to figure out the plan of action they would take.


    Leif nudged Melch as they also prepared to leave. "Think they''ll let me sign up for all the departments? Just in case" he added.


    Melch shook his head. "So you can avoid making a decision?".


    A crowd of students surrounded Elissa nearby. Compliments and introductions were hurled in her direction like confetti.


    "Now she''s certainly enjoying the spotlight" Leif said sneering.


    Melch glanced around at the scene. "Or maybe she wants to get out of there.


    As if on cue, a tall, red haired boy stepped forward that was Edwin, cutting through the crowd with ease. He placed a hand on Elissa¡¯s shoulder, offering her a way out. ¡°Come on¡± he said, his voice cold. ¡°You¡¯ll never get to the enrollment hall at this rate.¡±


    Elissa smiled brightly at him, then trailed behind as he made his way to the door. In no time at all, the two found Melch and Leif standing at the rear of the hall, waiting for them.


    "Appears you two did well in avoiding the crowd" Edwin said lightly.


    Leif chuckled. "What can I say? We''re not exactly the top students it seems and nobody is waiting to question my D in the written exam."


    Elissa chuckled softly. ¡°At least you¡¯re honest about it.¡±


    Melch gave a small nod of acknowledgment. ¡°Congrats on the relic, Elissa. It¡¯s impressive.¡±


    ¡°Thanks¡± she replied. ¡°But I¡¯d trade it for a bit of peace and quiet right now after what we faced.¡±


    The group decided to wait before heading to the enrollment hall, noting the long line of students already forming. Instead, they wandered outside finding a quieter spot under the shade of a large tree.


    ¡°So¡± Edwin began leaning against the trunk ¡°any thoughts on which department you¡¯ll choose?¡±


    Melch hesitated looking at the badge in his hand. "I''m leaning toward the Medicine Department. It aligns with what I want to do like I said before."


    Leif nodded, though his carefree manner wasn''t going to crack. "Figures. You''ve always been the thoughtful one." He paused, then added with a smirk "I''m still deciding. Maybe I''ll just pick whichever one has the least homework."


    Elissa raised an eyebrow. ¡°Good luck with that. From what I¡¯ve heard, none of the departments are easy.¡±


    Leif sighed dramatically, throwing an arm around Melch¡¯s shoulders. ¡°Looks like I¡¯m stuck with the Medicine Department too. Someone¡¯s gotta keep an eye on this guy.¡±


    ¡°You just want an excuse to slack off¡± Melch retorted, pushing him away.


    The banter continued as the group enjoyed the brief reprieve from the day¡¯s chaos. Eventually, they made their way back to the booth, ready to take the next step in their journey at Theoder Academy.

 Chapter 36 - The Professors Dilemma

    The enrollment hall was filled with students excitedly discussing their choices for the future, buzzing with energy. Magical blue light glowed softly on a floating board at the booth, where names of lecturers for each department shimmered into view. The names updated and shifted every few seconds as students hovered nearby, trying to absorb the information displayed.


    Melch and Leif stood amidst the crowd, their attention drawn to the booth for the Medicine Department.


    ¡°Why does this thing feel like some enchanted version of a menu?¡± Leif joked, nudging Melch. ¡°Choose your teacher, but no refunds if they yell at you in class.¡±


    Melch gave a small smile, laughing with himself. "It''s bigger than that, Leif. This is about who shapes your future. Professors make and break your knowledge.¡±


    Leif waved a dismissive hand. ¡°Relax, Melch. You¡¯re going into Medicine. Worst-case scenario, they¡¯ll teach you how to bandage a cut. How hard can it be?¡±


    Melch shook his head but couldn¡¯t help a small chuckle. ¡°You have no idea.¡±


    Approaching the magical booth, Melch squinted to get a clearer look at the glowing names. Each lecturer''s name hovered in bold blue text, accompanied by a smaller description beneath. Three names caught his eye.


    The first name was Professor Isell and her description noted that she had forty years of teaching experience. She was further described as senior professor meaning someone who has taught for so many years with an advanced experience in the field. Melch mumbled under his breath to himself "Forty years. She knows nearly everything there is about medicine."


    "Forty years? Are you sure she''s not turning into a potion herself?" Leif quipped, earning a glare from Melch. "What? I''m just saying, she must be old"


    Melch ignored the remark and continue reading. The next name was Prof. Galpsi, a druid with seven years of experience teaching. His description stressed the fact that he was well-versed in herbal medicine and ancient remedies,with an emphasis on pratical not just theory, but by practice too. Melch murmured "A druid? Learning from someone tied to nature itself could be useful."


    "I bet he spends most of his time talking to trees" Leif whispered conspiratorially. "If you choose him, make sure he doesn''t turn you into a plant."


    Melch rolled his eyes but couldn''t help hide his grin. "At least I''d be a useful plant."


    He immediately eyed the last name: Prof. Bones. Unlike others he was a guest lecturer so that meant his classes occurred less often, but another description had him being a well-known treasure hunter, an alchemist and a historian researching old relics. Melch''s eyes widened. ¡°A treasure hunter? That''s amazing. He might be knowing about ancient relics and forgotten knowledge.¡±


    Leif leaned over, raising an eyebrow. ¡°Guest lecturer, huh? Sounds like he¡¯s here to give a lecture or two and then vanish on one of his adventures. You¡¯d better hope he doesn¡¯t leave midterm.¡±Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    ¡°Still, someone like that could teach things no one else can¡± Melch countered. ¡°Imagine learning about ancient artifacts firsthand.¡±


    Leif shrugged. ¡°Just don¡¯t forget to ask him for a treasure map before he disappears.¡±


    Melch studied the list, weighing his options. ¡°I need to find out more about their personalities from the seniors. Choosing the right professor is critical."


    Leif sighed dramatically. ¡°Why do you have to make everything so serious? Just pick the one with the coolest name and call it a day.¡±


    Meanwhile, Edwin and Elissa went to their booths to check up on the lecturers available for their departments. By the time they returned, Melch and Leif were done with their research.


    ¡°I take it you''re still overanalyzing everything." Edwin teased Melch as they regrouped.


    Melch crossed his arms. ¡°Choosing a professor isn''t something you should take lightly."


    Elissa chimed in. ¡°Melch is right. Professors set the tone for how much you learn. I already know which one I''m choosing."


    ¡°Yeah, yeah.¡± Leif interjected, grinning. ¡°I bet you''ve already planned your whole academic career, Elissa. The rest of us mortals have to take it one day at a time."


    She gave him a knowing smile. ¡°Some of us prefer to be prepared."


    After their visit to the booth, the group decided to unwind. The hall for enrollment was crowded and the noise was starting to get on their nerves. They walked out onto the grounds of the academy, letting the crisp air fill their lungs.


    The academy was like a small city in itself, sprawling across the landscape with cobblestone paths winding between tall buildings and bursting gardens. Magical lanterns hovered mid-air, glowing warmly even during the day. Students were always milling about in groups chatting or practicing short bursts of magic in open spaces.


    It is Leif as always who turned out to be the most expressive member of the crew. ¡°You know.¡± he started ¡°this place feels like one of those kingdoms one reads about. I half-expected a dragon to appear out of nowhere, grade us in dodging its fire."


    Elissa gave him a sideway glance. ¡°Dragons do not grade students, Leif.


    ¡°You sure about that?¡± he shot back. ¡°Because I¡¯m pretty sure Professor Isell could be one in disguise.¡±


    Melch stifled a laugh, shaking his head. ¡°Don¡¯t say that too loudly. Someone might hear and think you¡¯re serious.¡±


    They eventually found themselves at the academy¡¯s central garden, a massive circular park with fountains that sprayed water in mesmerizing patterns. Trees with shimmering, silver leaves lined the pathways and benches made of polished stone provided resting spots.


    Leif plopped down on one of the benches and stretched out dramatically. ¡°Ah, now this is the life. Who needs classes when you¡¯ve got a view like this?¡±


    Melch rested against a tree close by, looking thoughtful. ¡°This could be the last time we can really just sit back and relax for a while. When classes start, it''s nonstop work."


    Leif sat up, smirking. ¡°And here I thought I was the dramatic one.¡±


    As evening fell, the group made their way to the dining hall. The academy¡¯s meals lived up to the hype. Platters of roasted meats, fresh vegetables and steaming bowls of soup were laid out buffet-style, alongside an assortment of desserts.


    Leif piled his plate high, earning amused looks from the others. ¡°What? I¡¯m a growing boy¡± he defended.


    Melch raised an eyebrow. ¡°You¡¯re always eating like it¡¯s your last meal.¡±


    ¡°That''s because I don''t trust the food tomorrow will be this good¡± Leif joked, biting into a roll.


    The dining hall was alive with chatter, students from all years mingling and exchanging stories. Some seniors shared tips about surviving the first year, while others boasted about their accomplishments.


    Elissa nudged Melch. ¡°Have you decided on a professor yet?"


    ¡°Not yet¡± Melch admitted. ¡°I need more information. Each of them has something unique to offer."


    Leif with his mouth full, chimed in. ¡°Just pick the one who''s least likely to fail you. That''s my strategy."


    ¡°Brilliant¡± Edwin said dryly.


    After dinner, they went back to their dormitory. The sky was clear that night, stars twinkling brightly above the academy. Melch sat by the window in his room, staring out at the view. Thoughts of the future swirled in his mind from his goals, then the challenges ahead and the choices he needed to make.


    A knock on the door pulled him out of his reverie. Leif strolled in and flopped down on the bed without ceremony. ¡°So, what''s the play, Mr. Serious? Are you going to stress all night about your choice?"


    Melch let out a heavy sigh. ¡°It''s not that easy, Leif. Everything will be changed."


    Leif waved a dismissive hand at Melch. ¡°You''ll be fine. You always are. And regardless of which professor you choose, you''ve got me to make things interesting.¡±


    Melch couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡±


    As the two friends talked late into the night, the weight of the day began to fade, replaced by the comfort of camaraderie and the thrilling promise of what lay ahead.

 Chapter 37 - The Inscribed Badge

    The enrollment hall was filled with students shifting between booths, their voices merging into a loud hum of excitement and indecision. The magical blue boards above each booth glowed brightly, displaying the names of professors for the respective departments. As students placed their hands on the orbs at the booths, their chosen options shimmered across the boards in radiant script followed by the sound of brass plaques being dispensed below.


    Melch stood in front of the Medicine Department booth, knowing already whom he would select. His eyes swept over the shining names and their corresponding descriptions but his choice was already made. He placed his hand on the orb with conviction and a plaque inscribed with his name and badge number slid out of the slot. He lifted it feeling the smooth brass plate in his hands, the faint hum of magic filling the air.


    Leif crept up behind him, looking curiously at the booth. "Finished already? That was quicker than I had expected. You didn''t even pretend to hesitate."


    Melch glanced back over his shoulder, a slight smirk on his face. "Not much point. The guest lecturer is the only choice that makes sense for me."


    Leif raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with a playfully mischievous grin. "Oh, going for the mysterious treasure hunter guy? Going to learn how to dig up ancient relics and dodge death traps?"


    "Something like that" Melch replied dryly, but his tone had a light amusement. "He''s not just a treasure hunter. He''s a researcher and an alchemist. His experience goes far beyond books and classrooms."


    Leif shrugged. "Hey, no judgment here. Sounds like the guy might drag you into some crazy adventure. Just make sure you don''t end up as a lab experiment."


    Melch gazed at him. "And you? Who did you pick?"


    Leif sat back against the booth. "Oh, yeah. I went with Prof. Jess. You know, the new mage everyone''s talking about. Fresh out of Legerth Academy of Magic. She is basically a genius."


    Melch raised his eyebrows. "You? A genius? Learning from a genius? That''s quite an interesting choice."


    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t act so surprised¡± Leif shot back, feigning offense. ¡°I¡¯ve got layers. Besides, it sounded fun. She¡¯s young, probably not too uptight and who knows? Maybe she¡¯ll teach us how to summon something.¡±Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    Melch shook his head, chuckling softly. ¡°You¡¯re impossible.¡±


    A few booths away, Edwin and Elissa were making their own selections. He was engrossed in conversation with some person that Melch did not know. It was a Ozias, silent, tall and very mysterious as though he bore some aura that travelled with him across the air. Edwin nodded covering the globe lying before him and a dullish glow illuminates his face where the brass plate slid to land in the hand. Ozias did the same, his movements calculated and deliberate.


    Leif caught a glimpse of them and nudged Melch. "Looks who it is. Edwin already rubbing elbows with his friend".


    Melch looked over intrigued. "Who is that?"


    "Well, that''s Ozias, the guy I told you about and you didn''t believe me." Leif admitted. "But he is giving off those major ''I know things you don''t'' vibes. Perhaps he is actually a prince or something."


    "Unlikely." Melch said, though he did not take his eyes off Ozias as the man turned and walked away, nodding briefly in Leif''s direction before disappearing into the crowds.


    A minute later, Edwin came walking up with a plaque clutched in one hand. Leif didn''t wait. "Well? Now that we are all standing in a crowded fairground, waiting for someone''s new best mate to show up or are we all just going to pretend that wasn''t weird when he left?"


    Edwin raised an eyebrow. "Ozias is just someone I met during the test. He''s in the same department as me now. That''s all."


    "Sure, ''just someone'' I really believed that" Leif said with a smirk. "You''re really good at keeping secrets, you know that?"


    Edwin ignored him, instead looking at Melch. "So, who''d you pick?"


    "Prof. Bones." Melch said simply. "He''s a guest lecturer, which means fewer classes but his knowledge as a treasure hunter and researcher makes up for it."


    Edwin nodded. "Makes sense for you. You''ve always been the curious type."


    Leif cut in grinning. "Yeah, curious enough to get himself lost in a ruin somewhere."


    "Better than signing up for a professor just because they''re fun" Melch shot back with a teasing smile.


    Leif pretended to be shocked. "Excuse me! Prof. Jess is more than fun, she''s brilliant and she''s going to teach us how to fight in a war. What''s more important than that?"


    Elissa finally had her say. She had listened to everyone without a word thus far. "I selected Prof. Jess also. My relatives are acquainted with her, she''s one of the finest commoner mages to graduate from Legerth Academy in a very long time. It''s not something I wanted to miss".


    Leif smiled over at her. "See? Even the top student Miss Elissa concurs. Take notes, Melch."


    "Right." Melch retorted dryly. "I shall remember that in case I begin to dig out ancient relics".


    Out into the enrollment hall they went in pairs, until the badges held tightly to uniforms with a click of the mechanism, and when this was over, the feeling of weight begun falling. The department affiliation and a faint glow bearing the names made a striking appearance at this stage.


    They walked towards the main square of the academy where the sun set, casting golden hues upon the towering spires. Leif always had something to say, so he began with a rambling story about something he had overheard in the hall.


    "Did you hear that one idiot arguing with the orb?" Melch laughed. "He was whining at the orb to make him pick out some random professor. Come on, man. The orb isn''t negotiating anything."


    Melch''s head had shaken, but a smile jerked at the corner of his lips.


    "That''s what makes life fun," Leif replied with a shrug. "You''ve got to laugh at the little stuff, or you''ll go crazy."


    Elissa rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I wonder how you passed the entrance exam."


    Leif gasped in mock offense. "How dare you! I''ll have you know I''m a man of many talents."


    "Like pissing off everyone around you?" Melch asked, his voice light.


    "Exactly," Leif said with a wink.


    The group shared a laugh, their camaraderie carrying them through into the night, roaming around the academy grounds. Melch was more curious about Ozias then ever after seeing him but decided to ask about him some other time.

 Chapter 38 - Chaos in Motion

    The first rays of dawn crept through the dormitory windows and Melch stirred awake, feeling the familiar weight of anticipation. He glanced over to see Leif sprawled out across his bed from last night''s late return, still having one arm dangling off the side and mouth slightly ajar. The peaceful scene brought a small smile to Melch''s face.


    "Leif." Melch called pulling on his boots. "Wake up. We''ve got our first day in the academy classroom."


    Leif groaned, burying his face into his pillow. "Five more minutes¡­ Let me dream about skipping this day."


    "Dreams won''t save you from Ian Magrith''s training." Melch said as he threw a pillow at him.


    Leif finally sat up ruffling his hair into a wild mess. ¡°Ian who? Sounds like someone who¡¯s going to make me regret waking up.¡±


    ¡°You¡¯ll see soon enough.¡± Melch replied with a knowing smirk.


    They had a quick breakfast in the dining hall before making their way to Theoder Academy''s massive grounds. They were still in awe of the place''s grandeur, the gleaming spires, the old stone arches and the buzz of students from all walks of life. They found themselves in the large outdoor training ground and a stern-looking man with sharp eyes and arms crossed like steel greeted them.


    Ian Magrith didn''t have to yell to get attention. His presence was enough. "First years." he barked, his voice slicing through the chatter like a knife. "Today is about discipline. No magic, no shortcuts. You run. You don''t stop. You don''t complain."


    Leif leaned over to Melch whispering "Great. I signed up for magic and potions, not a knight''s boot camp again after Galen''s."


    ¡°You might want to keep your voice down¡± Melch whispered back. ¡°He doesn¡¯t look like the forgiving type.¡±


    True to Melch¡¯s warning, Ian¡¯s piercing gaze found them and the group was promptly assigned to run an extra lap before the session even began. ¡°Congratulations¡± Ian said dryly. ¡°First day and you¡¯ve already earned my attention. Now, move forward.¡±


    The training was unrelenting. Under Ian''s watchful eye, the students ran laps around the vast field while the sun blasted down on them. An extra lap was given for any indication of lagging or talking. As was to be expected, Leif was having difficulty remaining silent.


    "Why are we even doing this?" Leif hardly kept up, huffing in between breaths. "We''re here to learn teleportation, not¡­ this."


    Melch, controlling his own fatigue, gave him a sidelong glance. "Perhaps they are attempting to eliminate those who are incapable of even enduring a jog. If you can''t run, how will you dodge a fireball?"


    Leif groaned. "Dodge a fireball? If I see a fireball, I''m lying down and playing dead. Much easier."Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    Despite the intense training, breaks now and then allowed Melch to glance at his fellow trainees. Most looked as tired as he felt except for a few like Edwin being one of them, who seemed to have a breeze with the exercise. To her credit, Elissa did not show any signs of faltering either, much to Leif''s despair.


    "She''s not even sweating." Leif muttered, watching her sprint ahead. "What is she, a machine to have changed that much?"


    "She''s just better focused" Melch replied. "You could be like that too if you spent less time talking and more time running."


    "Not worth the effort." Leif said, dramatically clutching his chest. "I''ll just stay mediocre, thank you very much."


    After the morning¡¯s physical training finally ended, the first years were dismissed for lunch. Melch felt like collapsing but Leif dragged him toward the dining hall already dreaming aloud about the food.


    ¡°You think they serve energy potions instead of water?¡± Leif joked stretching his sore limbs. ¡°I¡¯d pay anything for one right now.¡±


    Melch shook his head. "We''re learning how to make them this afternoon. Maybe you will finally get to drink something you made."


    Leif grinned. "I''m sure my potion is going to taste like victory or poison. Well, it could go either way."


    The afternoon session brought the students to the medicine department''s classroom, where Professor Josephine greeted them. Her warm smile was a stark contrast to Ian''s stern demeanor. However, it didn''t escape Melch''s notice that her eyes saw the class, noting their weary postures with a touch of amusement.


    ¡°Good afternoon, everyone.¡± she began, her voice calm but commanding. ¡°Since you¡¯ve had a physically demanding morning, let¡¯s balance it out. Today, we¡¯ll learn to make a simple energy potion.¡±


    The students perked up at her words. Professor Josephine demonstrated the process with practiced ease, explaining the ingredients and their significance. ¡°Pair up into groups of four.¡± she instructed ¡°and work together to create your potion.¡±


    Melch and Leif teamed up with two students whom they had met earlier; Eric and Matt, both of whom had shared in the morning''s running ordeal.


    As they gathered their ingredients, Eric turned his attention to Melch: "You seem like the serious one. Should we let you handle this?"


    Leif clapped a hand on Melch¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Oh, absolutely. Melch is practically a potion prodigy. We¡¯ll just sit back and let him work his magic.¡±


    Melch rolled his eyes but didn¡¯t protest. He carefully measured and combined the herbs, ensuring each step was precise. Meanwhile, Leif and the others watched with varying degrees of interest.


    ¡°Is it supposed to bubble like that?¡± Matt asked, leaning closer.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine¡± Melch replied without looking up.


    Leif smirked. ¡°And if it explodes, at least we¡¯ll know who to blame.¡±


    When the potion was complete, its light blue color shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the windows. They presented it to Professor Josephine, who inspected it with a nod of approval. ¡°Well done.¡± she said. ¡°You may test it now.¡±


    Melch took a cautious sip, feeling a wave of energy wash over him. "It works." he confirmed passing the vial to the others.


    Leif, ever curious, decided it was his turn to try making a potion. "Alright, stand back everyone. I''m about to revolutionize potion-making."


    Eric raised an eyebrow. "Should we be worried?"


    "Yes." Melch answered immediately.


    Undeterred, Leif started throwing herbs in the cauldron with glee. "That one smells nice. I will add a little more of it in."


    "That''s enough." Melch warned.


    "That''s nothing" Leif argued. "You can never have too much of a good thing."


    The potion turned a deep purple, giving off a faint ominous glow. Leif proudly held it up for inspection by Professor Josephine.


    She took one glance at it and shook her head. "This isn''t an energy potion. This is a disaster waiting to be used."


    Leif pretended offense. "I call it ''Leif''s Miracle Elixir.'' Guaranteed to do something probably."


    Professor Josephine confiscated the potion with a sigh. "Do everyone a favor and follow the instructions next time."


    Eric and Matt, who had almost tasted Leif''s creation looked at him suspiciously. "You were seriously going to let us drink that?" Eric asked.


    Leif shrugged. "It builds character."


    Under Melch''s tutelage, the team successfully produced a second batch of proper energy potions though Leif continued to bemoan his failed experiment.


    "How come mine turned purple?" Leif asked as they cleaned up. "I sort of followed the steps."


    ¡°Sort of being the key phrase.¡± Melch replied.


    As the session ended, the group left the classroom laughing about the day¡¯s events. Despite the exhaustion, Melch felt a sense of accomplishment and more importantly, a sense of belonging.


    Leif being ever the optimist one threw an arm around Melch¡¯s shoulder. ¡°If every day is going to be like this, we¡¯re in for one wild ride.¡±


    Melch smiled. ¡°Let¡¯s just hope you don¡¯t blow anything up along the way.¡± His thoughts was focused on something else that was even before drinking the energy potion, he felt that his fatigue was very minimal that was unheard of.

 Chapter 39 - The True King鈥檚 Shadow

    Melch felt his body changing, adjusting to the rigorous training and the demands of academy life. Even though he still carried the burden of Valkora, the life-threatening illness that had once limited him, his endurance now became slightly improved. He tested himself comparing his current abilities to before, only to realize that his progress wasn¡¯t as drastic as he had hoped, he was merely thirty seconds faster when healing back. It was an improvement, but not the kind of breakthrough he had expected.


    Still, there was no point in dwelling on it now. If he couldn¡¯t push his body further, he would expand his mind instead. The coming week, he decided, would be dedicated to the Theoder Academy¡¯s library.


    Meanwhile, Leif was struggling with theory literature. His enthusiasm for practical training didn¡¯t extend to history and theoretical studies, and it was clear he was preoccupied with trying to force the information into his brain. Melch, having known Leif for a while now, understood his habits all too well. Leif had a natural talent for many things, but unless something flipped a switch in his mind, he remained disinterested. Melch had seen that switch flip in the past, but it was rare, almost as rare as Leif choosing to study willingly.


    ¡°I swear, these books are cursed,¡± Leif groaned, closing one with an audible thud. ¡°Why is history written like this? Just tell me who won the wars and who got betrayed. That¡¯s all I need to know.¡±


    Melch glanced up from his own book, amused. ¡°That¡¯s probably why you keep failing history quizzes.¡±


    Leif leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. ¡°I¡¯ll have you know, I got a passing score last time.¡±


    ¡°Barely.¡±


    ¡°Still counts.¡±


    Shaking his head, Melch refocused on his research. The Theoder Academy¡¯s library was known to have extensive resources on a variety of subjects, unlike the Earth Magic Tower, which specialized more in magic and less in broader knowledge. Melch was particularly interested in the history of the Church of the Beginning, but to his frustration, most books avoided discussing its actual origins. The church seemed to have suddenly emerged in the previous era¡¯s and the details of its rise were obscure. Anything truly informative appeared to be restricted to the church itself.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    He sighed and moved on, browsing through the library¡¯s shelves until he stumbled upon an intriguing book. It was an old translated text of Ancient Forsic, a language not commonly used. As he read, he realized that it discussed the universe, planets and even higher realms. The way it was written made it feel as though the author was from a completely different time or perhaps, from beyond this world like him.


    ¡°This is interesting,¡± Melch murmured to himself, flipping through the pages.


    Leif, who had momentarily given up on studying, peeked over. ¡°Found something good?¡±


    ¡°More like something strange.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s usually a good sign. Unless it¡¯s a book on taxes. Then it¡¯s just a trap.¡±


    Melch ignored him and continued reading. However, as he turned the pages, he realized something odd. The book was thick, but large portions of it were missing. Entire sections of the content was missing and what remained was fragmented at best. Each surviving page was made of thin wood etched with the now unfamiliar markings of ancient forsic.


    Curious, he took the book to the librarian to ask about its origins. The elderly librarian adjusting his spectacles examined it for a moment before nodding in recognition.


    ¡°This book was found by one of the academy¡¯s founding members during a treasure hunt.¡± he explained. ¡°It¡¯s one of a kind but similar texts exist in the Inner Academy. Unfortunately, as a first-year, you don¡¯t have access to them yet.¡±


    Melch frowned slightly but thanked the librarian anyway. If he couldn¡¯t get more information now, he would have to find another way later.


    ¡°Are there any other books like this in the Outer Academy?¡± he asked.


    The librarian thought for a moment before gesturing toward a far corner of the library. ¡°There¡¯s an old research note behind the shelf where ¡®The True King¡¯ is kept. It¡¯s tattered and incomplete but it was retrieved by one of the early students. It¡¯s more of a personal notebook than a proper book though.¡±


    Melch nodded and made his way to the indicated section. As he approached, he noticed that the area was largely untouched. ¡®The True King¡¯ was a famous book and most students stopped at its shelf never bothering to check what lay beyond it. The shelves behind it were covered in dust, their books marked with low borrowing numbers meaning they had barely been touched in years.


    Scanning the shelf, Melch eventually found what he was looking for. It wasn¡¯t much of a book but rather a collection of worn loosely bound pages with no cover. The handwriting inside was erratic and almost illegible, scribbled in a way that made his head hurt just trying to decipher it.


    Leif, who had wandered over out of boredom, leaned against the shelf and peered over. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡±


    ¡°A research note¡± Melch replied, still trying to make sense of the scribbles.


    Leif squinted at the messy writing and winced. ¡°Looks like the author was either in a hurry or being actively attacked while writing.¡±


    ¡°Or both.¡± Melch muttered. The text was chaotic but amidst the clutter, certain words stood out mentions of an ¡®unseen force¡¯ ¡®fractured timelines¡¯ and something called the ¡®Veil of Ancients.¡¯


    None of it made immediate sense but one thing was clear, this wasn¡¯t just random research. Whoever had written this had stumbled onto something significant.


    Leif, losing interest, clapped a hand on Melch¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Well, you have fun deciphering ancient nonsense. I¡¯ll be over there pretending to study.¡±


    Melch gave a small nod, but his mind was already elsewhere. Something about this note felt important. He just needed to figure out why.

 Chapter 40 - The Research Note

    As he approached the librarian¡¯s desk, he was met with an unexpected restriction. "A student can only take two books." the librarian stated plainly.


    Melch frowned confused. He was only borrowing one book but as he turned to his side, the answer became as clear as a day, Leif stood beside him clutching five books in his arms with a smug grin on his face.


    Melch sighed. "Really? Five books? Do you even plan on reading all that?"


    Leif shrugged setting three of them down on the librarian¡¯s table with exaggerated reluctance. "I like to keep my options open."


    Melch glanced at the remaining books Leif had chosen.


    Blinking, Melch turned to Leif. "Why... why is that even here? And more importantly, how did you find this among the other one''s and pick it?"


    Leif grinned. "Hey, don''t be quick to judge me. Some of the best wisdom comes from children''s storybook. Also, I like the pictures."


    Melch shook his head amused. "I think your brain works differently from the rest of us."


    "Thank you."


    The librarian accustomed to student antics remained patient as he proceeded with the borrowing process. "Badge, please."


    Melch handed over his badge, watching as the librarian placed both the badge and the book within a glowing magic circle.


    "Return it within three months.


    Melch nodded. He was about to leave when Leif being the curious one decided to experiment. "Let me try that!"


    Before anyone could stop him, Leif took his badge placed his two books into the circle and poured the black powder himself.


    Leif blinked. "Whoa. Did my badge just eat my books?"


    Melch being equally surprised checked his own badge. With just a small pulse of mana, the research note was now safely stored inside.


    "You could''ve explained that earlier" Melch said turning to the librarian.


    The librarian merely chuckled. "You first years will learn those soon enough.


    Leif looked at his badge with newfound appreciation. "So, we get free storage? That¡¯s actually pretty useful."


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    "I would''ve liked to know earlier." Melch muttered thinking about the times he had to carry his belongings by hand.


    After wandering around the library a little longer, the two eventually left and made their way back to the dormitory.


    Leif sprawled across his bed with his books, flipping lazily through the pages. "Are you seriously going to read that thing now? It looked like it was written by a drunk scholar."


    Melch smirked. "That¡¯s exactly why I¡¯m interested."


    With a little bit of mana in his wrist, he activated his badge summoning the note into his hands.


    Leif peeked over from his bed. "So, what¡¯s it about?"


    Melch ran his fingers over the first page trying to decipher the scrawled words. "It mentions something about ¡®his journey through the unat??¡¯... and ¡®the lost knowledge of the ancients.¡¯ but the phrasing is weird.


    Leif yawned. "Sounds like one of those conspiracy theories. Next thing you know, it¡¯ll be talking about hidden realms and ancient beings watching us from the stars."


    Melch hesitated.


    As he continued reading some words seemed deliberately scratched out, as if someone had wanted to erase parts of the content contained within.


    Leif rolled onto his stomach. "You look way too serious over there."


    "Because this might actually be important."


    Leif chuckled. "Yeah, yeah.


    Melch ignored him flipping to another page. There, a particular phrase caught his attention:


    ''The path is obscured, hidden between what is seen and unseen.


    A shiver ran down Melch¡¯s spine. There was something unsettling about those words something that resonated deep within him.


    Leif noticing his reaction raised an eyebrow. "What? Found some world ending secret?"


    Melch slowly closed the research note. "Maybe."


    Leif snorted. "Well, if it tells you how to top exams without studying, let me in on that."


    Despite the light-hearted remark, Melch couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that the note contained more than just scattered ramblings.


    As he set the note aside for the night, one thought lingered in his mind; why did he keep seeing the same things over and over, as if the world itself was trying to show him something?

 Chapter 41 - No Way Out

    "Melch, Open up. Are you alive in there? Or did you finally become like one of those books you''re always gawking at?"


    Melch let out a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes. He noticed his reflection in the little mirror beside his bed, dark circles had developed under his eyes making him look haunted. Great, Just what he needed.


    He opened the door to see Leif standing there, smiling. "Whoa!Oa!! You look like you''ve been battling demons in your sleep. Wait, don''t tell me.. you lost?"


    Melch rolled his eyes. "It''s called reading, Leif. You should try it sometime with your books."


    Leif gasped theatrically. "Reading? That''s perilous. I believe I''ll be content with things that don''t make me appear like a ghost."


    Melch shook his head and took his stuff. "Come on, we''ve got magic class today."


    "Finally, Something practical." Leif said standing up and stretching.


    They walked to the academy, where the day''s class was to be held in one of the larger lecture rooms.


    Leif nudged him. "I call back row. Easy escape route."


    Before Melch could say anything, they saw that the majority of the front and back seats were occupied. That left them with the middle section.


    "Guess we''re stuck here" Melch declared as they sat down in two vacant seats.


    Edwin, who was sitting in the front row looked back at them. He made a tiny motion obviously attempting to catch their eye. Leif, being Leif, countered by making goofy faces at him. Edwin exhaled resigning himself within seconds.


    Elissa sitting next to Edwin faced them.


    Leif grunted. "Guess we''ll be quizzed on this later?"


    "Evidently."


    Melch, not particularly fussed about where he sat stood up to continue and Leif reluctantly followed behind.


    Just as they were getting settled into their seats, the classroom became quiet. The professor had arrived.


    A bearded, long-haired man strode toward the middle of the room. His brown robe was plain, yet there was something about his being that required notice.


    "I am Idor Giflyn" he replied with his deep voice smooth. "I will be teaching you about magic for the majority of your first year.


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    Leif leaned in towards Melch. "Okay, that''s awesome but also kind of scary."


    Melch nodded. This was on a whole other level than the magic they had witnessed in the entrance exam.


    "You may be wondering why such measures are necessary" Professor Giflyn continued. "The study of magic is not to be taken lightly. Distractions are dangerous. The barrier ensures that your focus remains where it should be."


    Leif whispered "What if someone really has to go to the bathroom?"


    Melch smirked. "Then they better be good at breaking his spells."


    The professor¡¯s gaze swept across the room and everyone immediately fell silent.


    "Today we start with the basis of all magic getting to know what is mana."


    At that, a few students groaned. Leif grumbled "Great, my favorite theory."


    Professor Giflyn dismissed the reaction and went on. "Several of you conceive of mana as a mere fuel something to tap into when necessary. This is a treacherous misapprehension.


    Melch listened intently. There was something in the professor''s tone of voice that convinced him that he was telling the truth.


    "As a prelude to practical training, you need first to learn about your own mana. You will all be given a my own mana measurement test. It will show you your natural mana flow, how much you can contain and to what extent you are apt.


    One after the other, the students stepped onto the platform. The professor had put a peculiar crystal orb in the middle, which glowed softly every time a student touched it. Various colors and patterns appeared, indicating their mana affinity.


    When Edwin took a step ahead, the globe glowed with a consistent golden color.


    "A balanced affinity" the professor said. "A rare trait."


    Then came Elissa''s turn and the sphere danced between blue and silver alternating as if it were torn between two powers.


    "Dual affinity. Interesting."


    Then Leif arrived.


    He laid his hand firmly on the sphere. For a moment, nothing occurred. Then the sphere flared wildly, cycling through several colors before resolving into a wild swirl of red and green.


    The professor raised an eyebrow.


    Leif smiled. "Hey, unstable sounds exciting."


    At last, it was Melch''s turn. He paused for a moment before moving forward and putting his hand on the globe.


    The response was swift.


    The sphere turned pitch black.


    The professor''s face remained the same, but Melch sensed something move in the room.


    "Interesting" Professor Giflyn whispered. "Very interesting."


    Leif leaned in to whisper. "What does gray mean? That you''re just okay at everything?"


    Melch didn''t respond. He didn''t know himself.


    Professor Giflyn proceeded calling the next student but Melch was aware that something in his result had drawn the professor''s eye and that wasn''t necessarily a positive thing.

 Chapter 42 - Professor鈥檚 Experiment

    This led to a test where Professor Idor Giflyn further explained on the various affinities displayed through the magical measurement. His words were filled with authority as he explained each one in detail.


    "The balanced affinity" he began "is when your magic is flexible to any form of spell: be it long-range attacks, close range ones, defense or magic spells that could go as wide as the atmosphere itself. These affinities show the most adaptability.


    Melch listened closely. Balanced affinity sounded like a good choice, but he wasn''t sure where he his own stood yet.


    "Dual affinity works similarly." the professor continued. "However, those with dual affinity may struggle with certain types of spells. While they can be proficient in two types of magic, there are limitations to what they can do effectively."


    Leif leaned toward Melch and whispered "Sounds like the worst of both worlds. Imagine being good at fire magic but only when you¡¯re cooking and not when fighting."


    Melch shook his head but didn¡¯t comment. The professor moved on to unstable affinity.


    "This kind is unbalanced. The one with unstable affinity will have immense strength in one aspect but will be extremely weak in another. Some will have great attack power but weak defense, while others will be almost impenetrable but lack any real offense. Handling this kind of magic requires a lot of effort."


    Elissa wrote down the words carefully, her brow furrowed in concentration. Edwin looked more skeptical.


    "So basically, it''s all a gamble Leif" Edwin muttered. "That¡¯s great."


    The professor was oblivious to this comment and proceeded. "The grey color¡¯s affinity is an outlier. This type doesn''t conform to the usual categories. These mages tend to be more like magic knights, needing a medium like a sword or a staff to channel their abilities. Pure spellcasting is difficult for them."


    Melch took that in, his mind committing it to a note. It sounded like something worth checking as that¡¯s his affinity.


    "The green affinity" the professor said "is associated with healing magic. It is a rare and highly sought after many but it is not one that is easy to master. Most healing spells can only be fully understood by learning from the Church of the Beginning."This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it


    Just saying the church''s name made Melch''s face darken ever so slightly. He hadn''t found much information about them within the library''s walls and that frustrated him.


    "Finally." the professor said "we have the brown affinity. It is purely defensive. Some might view it as a lesser form of magic, but I can assure you that those with high defensive capabilities are priceless. Mages from the Earth Magic Tower will instruct students who have this affinity."


    As the professor finished, murmurs filled the room. The students looked at each other some with excitement, others with worry. Leif stretched and grinned.


    "Well, let''s hope we don''t become the completely useless ones" he teased.


    Melch sighed. "If that was a category, you''d have discovered it first."


    Leif pretended to be offended. "Ouch and here I thought we were friends."


    "We are" Melch said dryly. "That doesn''t mean you''re not an idiot."


    Before Leif could say a word, the professor clapped his hands. "Now, before you get too worried about your affinity, let me remind you first, this test is not perfect. I created it and I am still refining it. There is a higher margin of error, so if your results seem strange to you, don''t be too discouraged."


    That statement made the class collectively groan.


    "Then why make us do it?!" someone in the back exclaimed.


    The professor laughed. "Because even flawed data is useful to me. Besides, it''s still a strong indicator of what you might be suited for. Now, moving on."


    Melch raised an eyebrow. The man was blunt but at least honest.


    "Let''s talk about mana. Now, many think mana is the only source of magical power. Not quite true. There are other energies and forces that can be tapped into to cast spells. Even demonic beasts, as much as they seem to be using mana are actually working on a completely different force."


    The students leaned in interested. Melch found himself particularly interested in this part. His own experiences told him there was more to magic than just mana, but he lacked proper understanding of it.


    "Demonic beasts do not channel mana like humans do." the professor continued. "They use it instinctively. On the other hand, We have to learn to control and refine our magic. There have been rare individuals throughout history who could wield magic naturally, but they are exceptional cases."


    Leif nudged Melch. "I bet you¡¯re one of those exceptions."


    Melch didn¡¯t answer. Instead, he focused on the professor¡¯s next words.


    "The best way to truly understand mana is through experience. That is why apart from theoretical lessons, we will conduct practical training sessions. You will fight in the arena, both in teams and against senior students. That will help you develop your skills more efficiently."


    The class buzzed and bumbled with excitement and nervousness. Leif grinned. "Finally! Some real action. I was getting tired of all those explanations."


    Elissa sighed. "Pay attention. If you actually listen, you may not embarrass yourself in the arena."


    Leif smirked. "Oh, I fully intend to embarrass myself but in style."


    Edwin rolled his eyes. "This is gonna be a disaster."


    The professor seemingly unmoved by the chatter shut his book. "That is all for today. My experiment took longer than I anticipated, so consider this your introduction."


    Immediately he finished speaking, he threw up the book from the desk. As a result of its movement away from the table, the dense mystical shield encasing the classroom broke apart as if made of glass. The locked doors began to swing open.


    Instantly, several students leaped from their seats and ran out. The lesson was long and uninterrupted, and many students were keen on leaving.


    Melch sat there a moment trying to get it all in. He felt determination growing inside him. He had much to learn about and he was ready for it.


    Leif stretched. "Come on, let¡¯s get out of here. I want some food."


    "You always want food." Melch said.


    "Yes, and that''s why I''m living. Let''s go."


    With a shake of his head, Melch followed Leif and the others out of the classroom, he thought about the strangeness that the professor mentioned and the black color that flickered for him in the test.

 Chapter 43 - Cryptic Letters

    After going to eat, Melch and Leif met with Edwin and Elissa. A little while later, Eric and Matt caught up with the others, all huddled into a small gathering while eating at the academy''s dining hall. The hall filled with students buzzing with talk over lessons for the day, rumors or plain teasing. Bread baked fresh from the oven mixed with roasted meats created a great feeling in that room.


    Leif was being the loudest among them. "So, Melch." he said,shoving another piece of bread into his mouth "still contemplating that super scientific, not at all proven test from today''s class?"


    Melch looked at him, unamused by jokes. "I was just thinking about it" he said calmly.


    Leif grinned. "Oh? Considering that it was a complete scam? Even the professor admitted that it wasn''t correct."


    Edwin laughed. "Well, it did give us some idea of other affinities, but yeah¡­ it felt more like an experiment than an actual assessment."


    Elissa sipped her tea. "Still, Professor Idor Giflyn is well respected and a senior professor. If he''s working on something, it might mean something later."


    Eric relaxed back in his chair, his arms crossed across his chest. "Or perhaps it''s simply an excuse to play games with students and collect data for kicks."


    Matt laughed. "I wouldn''t put that past some of these professors."


    Melch listened but his head remained elsewhere. He was not really that fussed about the affinity test. His worry had more to do with something else - the unusual phrasing of the research note he had taken out from the library. The writing style really puzzled him since it was not that of a writer from the Ancient Forsic.


    After they finished their meal, Melch and Leif headed back to the dormitory. As they entered, both were surprised to see letters waiting for them.


    Leif picked up his letter and groaned. "Oh, great. It''s from Galen."


    Melch raised an eyebrow. "And?"


    Leif held up the letter dramatically. "Now, He''s scolding me again for not writing back. I swear, that old man has way too much time on his hands."


    Melch smirked before opening his letter. Unlike Leif, his was a letter from his mother, Liliana Vasti. As he cracked it open, he found that it wasn''t anything drastic just a check in. She asked about how he was feeling in this new place, whether he had become healthier as her father, Thomas Nicolescu had told and if he needed anything.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    Melch felt a strange sensation while reading it. His mother had always been kind, even though she was not particularly expressive.


    Leif pulled out another letter that one looked sloppy as if scribbled by a child. He unfolded it and burst out laughing. "It''s from little Naeth, Look at this she drew a flower for me."


    Melch looked at his own extra letter and could see a naive drawing of a butterfly. That was from Naeth too.


    Leif prodded him. "Looks like she feels the same about you."


    Melch shook his head, smiled a little bit. "She''s just a kid."


    Leif stretched. "Well, I guess I should write her something back before Galen dispatches someone after me."


    Melch nodded. "Same to you."


    They both sat down and started writing their replies. Leif''s was much shorter a letter, half of it was doodles rather than words. On the other hand, Melch took his time. He let his mother know he was doing fine, that his condition was more stable now, and that there wasn''t anything urgent he needed. He also wrote a short note to Naeth, thanking her for the butterfly drawing and draw a butterfly for her back.


    They went over to the designated place at the academy to send their letters. As they exited, Leif was stretching again. "Alright, that''s done. Now, what next?"


    Melch looked at him. "Dinner."


    "Ah, of course. The most important part of the day."


    When they were done eating, Melch decided he wanted to ask questions about the test that the Professor Idor Giflyn had set and so he went to a senior student there in the dinner hall.


    The student shrugged. "It''s not a bad test, but it''s far from perfect. Most professors and students don''t take it too seriously."


    "So it''s only a rough estimate?"


    "Pretty much. From what I heard, It''s still in development and while it''s useful, don''t treat it as absolute truth. The affinities aren''t always correct in the test."


    Melch thanked him and returned to his dormitory.


    Finally, it was the time to read the research note seriously. He sat on his bed and opened the worn pages. He had hardly started reading when he felt something: that the wordings were not just difficult to read but appeared intentional. It wasn''t just the research part but the note almost resembled a puzzle.


    Melch sighed. "This is going to take a while."


    Leif peeked over from the bed. "Still at it, eh? Man, you love making life hard for yourself."


    Melch kept silent, instead focusing on the words. The note mentioned strange energy sources, which didn''t correlate with standard magic. Some lines were crossed out and some more parts looked deliberately erased.


    Leif yawned. "Okay, fine. I''ll let you continue your detective work. I''m going to my bed like a king."


    Melch ignored him and took out a new notebook. He started writing the research note by hand, copying it line by line. It was painful laborious work but he knew it had to be done. By the time he had copied just a fifth of it, he felt his fingers aching from all the writing.


    Exhaustion prevailed and he put down the book. He glanced at the scrawled words and had the impression they were shouting out to him, whispering some elusive word in his ear.


    He breathed in flopping back on his bed. "Tomorrow" he muttered. "I will complete at least half the research note tomorrow."


    And with that, sleep carried him far away.

 Chapter 44 - Mysterious Language

    Next day, There were no classes. It was a free day, Melch thought he was not going to waste it. Where others would have spent the day resting or strolling about the academy grounds, Melch''s mind was focused on other matters. He had questions regarding the research note and a better place to begin finding those answers would be the library.


    He rose from the dormitory early in the morning without waking Leif, who was sleeping soundly with his mouth wide open. The academy was quite silent because most of the students were just a few in motion. Most were probably sleeping since it was a free day.


    Just as Melch entered the library, the smell of old parchment and ink had filled the air. Long rows of books seemed to go on forever because the towering shelves cast long shadows in the dimly lit space.


    He approached the counter and found that the librarian was in a full blown discussion with a frustrated third year student. He was arguing on the extension of the borrowing time for a particular book.


    The student even complained "I have already use the credit before, can''t you just give me a few weeks?"


    The librarian, an old man with sharp eyes shook his head and said "Rules are rules. Unless you are willing to provide the additional contribution points like the previous one, I cannot extend it further."


    Melch watched as the student groaned in defeat finally accepting the terms and taking the book with a sour expression. The whole exchange reminded him of the false sense of victory he had felt before during his life thinking he had succeeded only to realize later that he was far from it and crumble instantly.


    Once the student left, Melch approached the desk. "Excuse me, sir," he said. "I need some information regarding deciphering older books."


    The librarian looked at him, then back at the book he had borrowed earlier. "Ah, so you''re having trouble with that, have you? No surprise. Research notes are full of just bits, some scholars even use some spells to hide some content or what they''ve found. If it''s that kind of spell, you won''t be able to read it unless you know what spell was used or can find someone who breaks it."Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    Melch frowned. ¡°Is there any way to figure it out myself?¡±


    The librarian thought for a moment before replying ¡°Well, there are two common options. The first is to seek out an expert magician who specializes in deciphering spells but finding them is less likely. The second being a better option is to take it to the Adventurer¡¯s Guild. They have skilled individuals who can break enchantments for a price.¡±


    Melch sighed. He knew the Adventurer''s Guild was expensive and he certainly didn''t have much money.


    "Are there any books here that might help me understand the process?".


    The librarian nodded. "There might be. If the student who wrote the research note learned to do it themselves, chances are they studied from books within this very library. Try searching the farthest sections, where older texts are kept. You may find something useful there."


    Having thought of this, Melch turned towards the extreme end of the library. The corner was more dusty. There, the books were not touched for so many years. He was browsing the titles to get anything on how to decipher the texts.


    After a while, he narrowed down his choices to three books. One was a Modern Forsic translation of an ancient text and the other two were written in the original Ancient Forsic language. He soon realized that the third book, though also in Ancient Forsic contained some familiar characters ones he had seen in certain sections of the research note.


    Curious, he took the book to the librarian. "Do you recognize this language, sir?" he asked pointing to the strange characters.


    The librarian examined it closely before shaking his head. "That''s not from our kingdom, that''s for certain but as for its exact origin¡­ I don''t know."


    Melch''s curiosity only grew. If this language wasn''t even from their kingdom, then what exactly had the writer of the research note been trying to hide?


    Deciding this was his best opportunity to unscramble the mystery, he took it and headed straight to the history section. If magic could not have it for him, maybe through historical records he might find some clue.


    He sought something that may have been in any way comparable to the book''s language. However, nothing turned up. Almost at his last straw, something caught his eye: one parchment between two huge books. Old and frail, it had strange symbols scrawled across it that meant nothing to him at all.


    "This¡­ feels important." he whispered tucking the parchment under his arm.


    If it didn''t have any direct relevance to the research note, it was still worth investigating. Sometimes forgotten knowledge held the greatest secrets of all.