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"We need a net." Pentam leaned against the wall of the lab. "Remember catching that ostrich, Sir Shillingsworth?" He desperately wanted to be in on the capture. Chemistry was important, but boring. This was where the excitement was.
"A net, yes, but the seaweed is a problem. We can't sink it below the surface." Prof. Orthin scratched his head. 
"So we bait the creature up onto the net." Pentam waved his hands in illustration. "Then haul it up."
"We don't know how long this thing is." Lahdin looked up from where he doodled on scrap of paper.
"The snout looks like a crocodile to me," Cal spoke up. "How long would a crocodile be?"
"Eight feet? Maybe ten? Hard to say without a good sense of scale." Sir Shillingsworth peered at the drawing.
"So we need to get the thing eight feet onto the net?" Pentam paced the room in frustration.
"And how are you going to keep it there?" Cal asked.
"I don't know, shoot it? Spear it?" Pentam bit back the snarl. She almost died, again, and here she was angling to put herself at risk again. "All we need is a few seconds when it's tangled...." An idea flitted at the edges of his mind. "Cal, may I borrow your sketchbook?" The others stirred, but Cal handed him the book and pencil without question. He looked in her eyes and saw no anger. I don't have time for this.
Pentam scribbled in the book scratching out an idea, then crossing it off, and trying another. The lab stayed quiet as he worked. Cal made no protest when he flipped the page and kept scribbling. Then another. Got it. It will work. He looked at his drawing and gave a choked laugh. He went to tear the pages out.
"Please don't." Cal held her hand out.
Pentam put the book in her hand and scrubbed at his eyes. He could see it so clearly, why did it come out as a mess?
"We need to flip the net. Use the finest we think will hold the beast. Use ropes to turn it over and tangle the creature. It looks like it has a spine ridge, that will hook the webbing and hold it." The others were looking at each other trying to imagine the picture from his words. 
"Like this?" Cal held her book out to him. He looked at the page and saw his plan pictured perfectly in a series of drawings. 
"This is amazing. I could kiss you." Pentam held the book up to show the others.
"Maybe later." Cal's words sent his heart flipping and his words dried up.
"It will work." Prof. Orthin took the book from Pentam's nerveless fingers and examined it. "We have everything we need. It will take two boats." 
Pentam stopped hearing them as they huddled around the drawing. 
Sir Shillingsworth slapped him on the shoulder. 
"Well done."
Pentam shook himself and joined the scrum around the drawing. 
When they'd decided everything down to the weight of the net and how to get the ropes in position, to what size bird they needed for bait and if it should be alive or dead. Pentam stretched and excused himself. The others grinned at him and went back to arguing details.
Pentam walked out onto the deck. The moon had risen; it illuminated Cal standing at the bow of the Peregrine. Her shoulders were shaking as she stared over the side. Pentam's heart thumped painfully and his palms were wet. He forced his feet to carry him over to her side.
Cal looked at him, the moonlight making the tears on her cheeks glisten silver. 
God, she's so beautiful. He reached out to hold her shoulder then let his hand fall. She was so much more than he deserved.
Cal threw herself into his arms. Pentam stopped thinking, holding her tight as weeping shook her. Time stopped there in the moonlight, her warm body against his. She said something into his shoulder, and he loosened his grip so he could see her and hear her voice.
"Oh Pentam."
"I'm sorry about Sam." Pentam brushed his hand across her hair, soft as silk on his fingers.
Cal shook her head. 
"We were friends, you and I," she whispered and looked up again, her face silver and black. "What did I do? Why have you stopped caring?" 
Her words hit him like a shot to the heart. He thought he could die on the spot. His voice deserted him, left him gasping for air. Without him thinking about it, he tilted his head down just a little and kissed her on the lips.
She tasted of salt, of something incredibly sweet. Her arms wrapped tighter around him and she kissed him back. Time stopped again. Pain, uncertainty, fear, anger all fled his heart as it filled with something else.
Aeons later, they let go of each other and stepped back. Cal dropped her head. Pentam lifted it with a finger.
"I never stopped caring." Pentam whispered. "I didn't know how to watch you in danger. I'm a coward when it comes to you."
"I can't stop," Cal said. 
"I know, I'll learn how to live with it."
"Did my drawing help?"
"You were there, weren't you? It was brilliant; like you'd drawn what was in my head."
"I left right after I gave the book to you. I didn't want to break down in front of everyone."
"And I stayed and didn't even notice." Pentam's throat clogged.
Cal put her finger on his lips. "You came. It doesn't matter how long it took. You came." She stood on her toes and kissed him gently. "Goodnight, Pentam."
Cal left him alone on the deck. He stared out over the ocean, white and black.



Author:
Alex McGilvery has been reading since before he can remember, and writing almost that long. He has published 18 books and is author and editor at his imprint Celticfrog Publishing. He lives in Kamloops with his dog and the stories clawing their way out of his head.

They’re chasing a myth in the name of science.

Calliope works for her explorer father as an artist, recording what he brings back from his journeys in her sketchbooks. When she’s given a chance to go along on a trip to capture a sea serpent she doesn’t hesitate.

Life at sea isn't what she expected, and she ends up fascinated by the engine room of the steamship HMRV Peregrine. A tragedy makes her assistant engineer, but Pentam, her father’s protégé, is even more determined than her father to make Cal a fine lady. That means protecting her from danger, even if it drives her crazy.
When science and legend collide, Cal is the one who must take up the challenge of survival, even if it means risking her new-found feelings for Pentam.

"Genga, if you are unhappy, you have to tell me." Saleen walked towards the end of the vessel slowly and spoke to the clone of the Mechanical Soul, who was by his side. Each clone was controlled by the Mechanical Soul, and unless he gave up the power, the clones would not have any will of their own.
"Master, why would I be unhappy? You are great, honorable, and righteous! I will remember everything you say and carry it out, without running away…"
"Alright, I am a human, not a spirit of the dead. If you say anymore, I am going to puke." Saleen stepped in front of a metal puppet and looked up, only to see the medium-sized metal puppet of eighteen yards long standing in a daze amidst the sea breeze. There were no flashes of light in its eyes and its full body of metal armor was full of smooth grooves.
Such a big-sized puppet might not guarantee high combat abilities, but on such a massive combat vessel, there were many weapons and equipment that humans would find hard to transport. After all, not every human possessed the same strength as Sika.
At the front of the deck, the opening leading to the main motor engine cabin had been sealed. There was a metal tower on top of the opening.
The tower was six-levels tall and was considered short compared to the gigantic body of the combat vessel. There were plenty of such medium-sized metal puppets around the tower as tens of them were propped up on the metal fortress and were welded to the alchemy crossbow stands that were aimed at the sky. The huge stands were used in Qin for large alchemy crossbows.
What the Mechanical Soul managed to duplicate were catapults. Alchemy cannons that could fire consecutively were very costly weapons. Each giant crossbow arrow was worth hundreds of gold coins, and if it required special arrows to be refined, then the cost could easily rise up to thousands of gold coins.
Alchemy cannons could shoot twelve giant alchemy crossbow arrows in one go. In other words, tens of thousands of gold coins would be wiped out in a few seconds. An attack like that could very possibly kill a silver grand swordmaster or a grade-8 sorcerer, so in such cases, those tens of thousands of gold coins would have been worth it. It would only have been foolish they were used on low-level enemies.
Other than the alchemy cannons, Saleen noticed a long and rectangular-shaped shooting mechanism. There were twelve openings on it and it could shoot one-hundred and forty-four crossbow arrows in one go. Saleen deduced that the object must be used to deal with magic beasts. It would not be as effective as alchemy cannons in dealing with powerful human opponents.
That was actually a wrong judgment on Saleen's part. The rectangular-shaped alchemy crossbow barrel and crossbow notch was more than eight yards in length. There were plenty of wind-element magic patterns that would increase the speed of the crossbow arrows. The speed of arrows shot out from the alchemy crossbow barrel far surpassed any other weapons. As long as the material was of acceptable quality so that there would be no leakage of magic, that type of alchemy crossbow barrel could easily cover the entire sky and ensure that all the humans and magic beasts that bypassed would turn into porcupines.
The enemies of the first dynasty were extremely powerful. The disciples of Gods in some dimensions all possessed flying abilities and some of them were even born with wings. All weapons used to conquer other dimensions were of high quality.
Saleen walked around the tower and continued forward, where he saw another type of weapon on the deck that was aimed towards the sky.
There were hundreds of such items that looked like stone catapults, and they were all connected together. The net sling in the middle was fixed onto the deck and long strands of rubber bands were infused with elastic metal threads. Once they were pulled tight, they would be able to launch hundreds of metal shells.
As he walked further ahead, there was a massive building near the rear of the deck. There were two levels in total and the first level was ten yards tall. On the second level were more than one-hundred small metal towers, which could contain less than twenty people even if all of their space was used up.
"What is this?" Saleen could not figure it out. He used his elemental eyes and only managed to see that the metal towers were interconnected with magic patterns to for one body. Saleen could not understand what the function behind so many metal towers being connected together with magic patterns was.
"This object is connected to twenty-four auxiliary magic power furnaces."
"Magic power furnaces!" Although Saleen knew about the magic power furnaces on the vessel, he had no idea that there were so many of them! Twenty-four magic power furnaces would provide magic power for these one-hundred and forty-four magic towers. Were all the people in these magic towers mages? How could they improve their magic powers if they were just metal towers? It did not make sense!
It was a pity that magic power furnaces required powerful mages of at least grade-12 in order to be refined. Saleen had never thought about replicating something like that, but he never imagined that there could be so many magic power furnaces on the ancient combat vessel. Perhaps taking apart the vessel was the best option. Then, the magic power furnaces could be transported to Metatrin City. By then, Metatrin City would no longer require sorcerers for its defense. Grand mages alone would be able to ensure the security of the entire city.
In order to attack the Tanggulasi Empire in the future, he would still need to rely on this ancient combat vessel. Once this ancient combat vessel could fully regain its powers and could set sail towards the Tanggulasi Empire, all the Tanggulasi soldiers within more than ten miles of it would have to retreat. By then, Saleen's armies would have no problems landing in Tanggulasi.
Saleen looked at the one-hundred and forty-four metal towers on the second level. He was still doubtful.
"Genga, are there any records on these metal towers?"
One of the clones of the Mechanical Soul took out a book. The book was very thin, and each page was made of golden metal slices. It was information that the Mechanical Soul had replicated. Saleen took it in his hands and felt relieved that the words in the book were in ancient Myers language.
Saleen used the Recollection spell to store all the information in the book into his brain before returning it back to the clone. The metal book re-integrated back into the clone's body without leaving any traces.
When Saleen looked through all the information that he had just stored in his brain, his legs stopped moving. He looked up at the one-hundred and forty-four metal towers with a heavy heart. The ancient humans had developed such unique concepts!
The twenty-four magic power furnaces formed a magic net that covered the entire magic tower. The net was formless and allowed the humans in the magic towers to absorb magic power and cast spells. As long as one possessed sufficient mental strength, one would be able to make use of the magic net to cast grade-9 spells, even without magic chords.
What a creation it was to allow a person without magic chords to be able to cast grade-9 spells!
The magic power in the magic net flowed continuously and the magic power furnaces did not use up too much energy. Within the area covered by the magic net, as long as one remembered the mantra and the frequency of the spell, one could very quickly become a sorcerer with training.
The magic net was equivalent to a magic book or magic staff that had stored countless spells. The only difference was that activating the spells was more complicated. Nevertheless, training magic chords was a long and arduous process and the wealth in the world was limited. If everyone trained in magic, the amount of magic materials being used up would be unimaginable. In the end, no one would have any magic materials left to use.
It was precisely for that reason that Alchemy City was trying to control the transaction of magic nuclei, which then allowed them to control most mages. Without the need for magic chords, magic nuclei would become less essential. That meant that controlling magic nuclei might not necessarily mean controlling all mages.
Saleen had thought that he was approaching the peak of the world, but as he gazed upon these one-hundred and forty-four metal towers, he realized that he was still far from it. He was so far away that he had no idea how to get there.
What kind of a person was the grade-18 Emperor of the first dynasty?! Joey was only at grade-10 and every time he advanced, his powers would transform drastically. Saleen gradually set his mind straight and took a deep breath in. He walked around the metal towers and towards the back of the deck.
Each of the one-hundred and forty-four metal towers could contain more than ten people. The people could focus on only training their mental strength and once they were familiar with magic curses, it would be equivalent to having more than one-thousand sorcerers…
The safety of the ancient combat vessel would definitely be assured in that case.
Fortunately, Grand Duke Iron Blood did not manage to obtain the diagram that would have explained how the metal towers should be used, otherwise Saleen's dragon skeleton combat vessel would have been bombed into pieces instantaneously.
That defensive equipment on the deck were nothing compared to the design of the magic net. More than one-thousand sorcerers was an unimaginable concept and that figure was probably equivalent to the number of sorcerers in the entire Myers Mainland.
The future would be unpredictable though. The grand mages under Grand Duke Iron Blood were all advancing while Saleen would also expect his Metatrin City to produce more sorcerers as well. Even so, the design of the magic net was still an unexpected but pleasant surprise.
If there were sufficient magic power furnaces in one city, then everyone in that city could possibly become a mage and would not need to accumulate magic chords. If an entire country was covered by the magic net, then it would become a country of magic. If the entire Mainland was covered by magic net, then Lex's dream would no longer be impossible after all.
The design of the magic net left Saleen feeling fearful because there was a price to pay for the people in the net to try and use magic. Living creatures that cast spells would have to return a part of their own mental strength to the magic net in exchange. Such a process required the mental strength of the living creature to be cut out and given to the magic net entirely. Therefore, the magic net would obtain a large amount of mental strength if plenty of spells were cast.
Without proper Rules of Meditation, it would be difficult to grow one's mental strength. If they were taken away for good, one would have to give up life power in order to recover it.
The training of Rules of Meditation was something that only proper mages would undergo. No matter how powerful an ordinary human's mental strength was, it would be difficult to grow consistently. Besides, meditation was linked to magic chords. If one did not possess magic chords, he would find it extremely difficult to meditate.
In other words, if the humans or living creatures in the magic net wanted to use magic, then they would have to sacrifice parts of their lives in exchange. The more one used spells, the weaker they would become.
A grade-9 sorcerer's lifespan would reach more than twelve-hundred years because their body would be transformed due to magic chords. As for those who used the magic net, their lifespans would be reduced if they managed to reach the level where they could cast grade-9 spells.
The magic net was a double-edged sword. If everyone stopped training their magic chords because of the shortcut provided by the magic net, in the long run, mages would no longer be mages. They would just become pathetic creatures with poor physiques that would be unable to battle the moment they were out of the magic net.


It is said that the true meaning of a mage is to fully understand the truth of the world. A mage named Saleen Metatrin goes on many missions as a normal mage to try and change his fate. This in turn led to many problems and adventures.  

Ye Mo didn't have time to check the situation outside and he just held onto the Mist Lotus Heart Fire. It was completely spirit controlled by Ye Mo now, so it became a pea-sized flame which floated quietly about Ye Mo's dan tian.
Ye Mo thought about this. An orange flame with some white mist appeared above his finger. The flame seemed peaceful and calm. Nothing like the deadly burning fury Ye Mo had unleashed before. It looked like cotton and it danced between Ye Mo's fingers.
Ye Mo happily put away the flame and started to check his body. His body was completely ruined - his skin was charred and he had no hair.
He had no more lotus life pills, but Ye Mo didn't worry. He had many other pills. He took a few cultivation recovery pills and took a shower with a water spell before putting on a clean set of clothes. Then, he checked his charred hair and just shaved himself bald.
Afterwards, Ye Mo looked at his surveillance formation. Rumble- As soon as his spirit sense went into the formation, a huge sound shook his formation.
There wasn't just one person there. A black-faced man stood in the middle of the hill - he had short hair and a dark mole. Ye Mo was sure that he was the person he had seen on the flying cart.
He felt uncomfortable just by looking at him. Ye Mo believed that if he stood before this cultivator, he might not even be able to move just from the power this cultivator was emitting.
In front of the dark-faced cultivator there was a skinny old man. His hair was white and his eyes narrowed into a line. He seemed very innocuous, but Ye Mo felt both were equally dangerous.
There were tens of meters of distance between the two and a ten meter deep ravine.
"Old man Sima Zhu, a few decades have passed and you're still at hollow spirit state middle stage! That's quite unexpected." The dark-faced cultivator had no expression on his face.
The skinny old man smiled. "Likewise, Tong Wusheng, you're also at hollow spirit state middle stage."
"Sima Zhu, cut the b*llshit. Where is it?" Tong Wusheng said coldly.
The old man sneered and took out half of a book. He then said, "I brought it here of course, where is your thing?"
Tong Wusheng saw the book and looked desperate. At the same time, another half of a book also appeared in his hand.
They both looked at each other's half with intense desire. They both smiled and put their half a book in a jade box. Then, they moved a few kilometers back, set up a defense formation and put the jade box inside.
Ye Mo noticed that both jade boxes were filled with restriction, which meant that even if the other person got the jade box, one only needed to want it for the box as well as its contents to turn into ashes. The two men were about to fight and they had done this to prevent the box from getting harmed.
Ye Mo could guess the story behind this. They had found a book together and fought over it, ripping it in half. In order to make the book become one again, they decided to fight to decide who could have it.
Ye Mo also realized why that dark-faced cultivator had set up a few trap and attack formations. He was scared he was no match for the old man.
"Tong, don't make me disappointed this time," The old man sneered and waved his hand. A black gust of mist appeared, immediately reaching a 10 m circumference, and it approached Tong Wusheng.
It was very fast and it could expand. Moreover, it moved based on where Tong Wusheng was.
Ye Mo saw through the surveillance formation that the mist was actually a net-shaped cultivation artefact.
Although he couldn't feel the cultivation essence wave through the screen, he could tell that the net wasn't simple. It felt very eerie.
Ye Mo even felt that the bleak net seemed to get more powerful in this place. If so, why had Tong Wusheng agreed to battle there?
Tong Wusheng's cloak suddenly expanded. His eyes turned red. He weaved many hand signs and instantly, tens of flying sword were shot out off his cloak. They soon turned into a sword formation which attacked the net.
More flying sword flew out of his cloak incessantly, as though he would never run out of flying swords.
Clash- Countless bones on the ground were swept away and turned into dust in the collision with their cultivation essence.
Such a powerful motion!
"Sima Zhu, you're so sneaky! You found an abyssal yin net cultivation artefact! No wonder you chose to settle things here." Tong Wusheng sneered.
Sima Zhu sneered in contempt, "Tong Wusheng, you're no noble gentleman either. You have probably set up a trap and attack formation here, right? What a pity! It's been so many years and your formation skills are still the same. I'm really disappointed."
Ye Mo heard this and was speechless. Both of their speeches were cunning as hell.
However, Ye Mo was confused. With Tong Wusheng's knowledge of Sima Zhu, he shouldn't have used formations that Sima Zhu could see through to help him fight Sima Zhu.
Tong Wusheng heard this and his expression changed drastically, as though he hadn't expected Sima Zhu to be able to see through them.
Tong Wusheng's expression looked very bad and he attacked even harder. Meanwhile, Ye Mo found that the abyssal yin net seemed to be having the upper hand.
Yet, Ye Mo felt something was missing. There was no way Tong Wusheng was this immature. Why did he use these formations to attack Sima Zhu, who understood about formations? Perhaps he knew he wouldn't be able to hide them from Sima Zhu beforehand.
If so, why did he set them up?
Ye Mo used his surveillance formation to check out Tong Wusheng's formations. He suspected that they weren't for Sima Zhu.
After some time, Ye Mo noticed that these few formations were actually higher level than what he had thought. It was one trap and three attack formation.
The outer kill formation had a hidden mechanism. If Tong Wusheng activated the outer attack formation and attacked Sima Zhu, the other two formations would immediately transform into a duplicate kill formation and a transmission trap formation.
The duplicate kill formation was to attack Sima Zhu, but the transmission trap formation could instantly move the two jade boxes to his hand.
Ye Mo realized that since Tong Wusheng dared to do this, he had a way to stop Sima Zhu from destroying the book.
He wondered if the old man had seen through this. Ye Mo was expecting a good show.


When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed. His pretty master was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he remembered something scary that wasn’t about himself.
Therefore, Ye Mo hurried to run into a small alley without people after class. The first thing he did was pull down his pants. He just wanted to check out his p**is.
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Merlin paced around the numerous bookshelves and eventually locked his eyes on Thunder-type spell.
Thunderbolt and flames were both violent enough to produce an equally terrifying force. Hence, Fire-type and Thunder-type made the most compatible Offensive spells.
Merlin already possessed Fire-type Fireball, hence he needed to choose another type of Offensive spell. It seemed that the most appropriate choice would be a Thunder-type spell.
There was an extensive selection of Thunder-type spells in the Dark Magic Region so Merlin had to choose with caution. He wanted a spell that was greatly powerful and was able to cover an expansive attack range. Knowing what he wanted helped in narrowing down his options.
Finally, Merlin made up his mind on a spell named Thunderbolt Net. The distinguishing trait of this spell coincidentally matched with Merlin's requirement.
"Thunderbolt Net. A large net formed by violent Thunder Elements, it covers a radius of more than ten meters. Carries an additional numbing effect! Five contribution points."
All of Thunderbolt Net's unique traits fulfilled what Merlin envisaged in his mind but his face fell when he realized that this ideal spell required five contribution points. 
Earlier, he had made up his mind about Gale and Dark Mist, and those would add up to a total of seven contribution points. In other words, the ten contribution points awarded to Merlin as a new member of the Dark Magic Region would have been left with only three contribution points.
Three contribution points were not enough to exchange for Thunderbolt Net.
Merlin stood in front of the bookshelf and pondered for a long time. At last, he shook his head and gradually regained his mood. He surely felt it was a pity as he had no choice but to temporarily gave up Thunderbolt Net. He would only return for it when he had accumulated enough contribution points.
Therefore, without any further hesitation, Merlin selected Gale and Dark Mist, then went downstairs to the gray-robed Wizard.
"Please exchange these two spells for me."
Merlin said to one of the sluggish gray-robed Wizards without much interest.
This gray-robed Wizard, with his eyes narrowed, threw a sideways glance at Merlin. Then, he revealed a round plate which looked like a casting tool filled with mysterious runes.
"Pass me your Dark Magic ring."
Merlin followed the command obediently. Then, the gray-robed Wizard activated the casting tool, and those densely-packed mysterious runes began to sparkle with faint white light, shrouding Merlin's entire ring.
Merlin witnessed with his own eyes that the number "Ten" on his ring gradually turned into "Three." This indicated that he was now left with only three contribution points.
According to the accustomed ways, the gray-robed Wizard utilized that casting tool to remove the restrictive runes on the two volumes of books so Merlin could read the contents as he wished.
Merlin bowed slightly at the gray-robed Wizard, then turned to leave the Resource Tower.
…
Once he returned to Wizard Leo's tower, Merlin first flipped open the book that recorded Gale's Spell Model.
There were five Spell Models in the book, all of which were Gale's Spell Model. Merlin was no longer the newbie Wizard who only relied on old man Etha's Spell Manual. He still had some basic judgment although he was unable to construct his own Spell Model.
He decided that all five of those Spell Models in the book were fairly stable, and they must have been constructed by the hands of a powerful Spell Caster, one who had done extensive research on Gale.
In comparison to the Spell Models constructed by old man Etha, the ones constructed in this book were of another level. After all, there were vast differences between Spell Casters supported by systematic learning through spell casters' organization and the roaming Wizards.
It was unlikely that something wrong would happen if Merlin directly simulated these five Spell Models into Awareness based on the instructions on the book, although by doing so would be slightly risky. However, except for roaming Wizards who knew nothing better, no one was daring enough to take the chance.
The Spell Casters must reconstruct the Spell Models themselves to ensure their stability in Awareness.
"Matrix, build a database for Gale, and analyze its Spell Model."
"Beep. The database for Gale is built. Starting to analyze!"
Merlin commenced the easy process of reconstructing Gale's Spell Model smoothly from experience.
"Beep. Analysis over. A total of 253,516 Spell Models have been reconstructed!"
In only brief moments, the Matrix had completed its analysis and more than 250,000 Spell Models were reconstructed. This resulted in the highest number of Spell Models among all that Merlin had reconstructed.
This also proved that the Spell Models in the Dark Magic Region had been perfected, far more than the Spell Models built by old man Etha, which was why the analysis resulted in such a high number of Spell Models.
Without delay, Merlin selected the best Spell Model from the vast selection and then began the final step – to simulate the Spell Model into Awareness using Mind Power.
The simulation of Gale's Spell Model commenced immediately in Mind Power. Merlin was already familiar with the simulation process of a Spell Model. Coupled with his current state of extremely strong Mind Power, Gale's Spell Model was simulated in Awareness within the next few moments.
The moment Gale's Spell Model was formed in Merlin's Awareness, he instantly felt countless green lights, like groups of densely-packed moths, flying frantically toward him.
These green lights were Wind Elements. The abundance of Wind Elements sped directly toward Merlin's Awareness where it was quickly absorbed by Gale's Spell Model and being transformed into Magic Power.
Merlin had successfully constructed Gale into his Awareness but he did not rest. Immediately, he ordered the Matrix to analyze Dark Mist's Spell Model.
Dark Mist's Spell Model was quite complicated. Although there were also five Spell Models in the book, at a quick glance, Merlin had already noticed that these were much more complicated than any of the Spell Models he had constructed before.
"No wonder it requires five contribution points."
Merlin was secretly delighted. The more complicated the Spell Model, the more powerful it was. Although complicated Spell Models also meant an increased difficulty level of construction, with the Matrix, Merlin could cheat his way out and completely ignored the obstacles one may face in the construction of Spell Models.
Soon, the Matrix ended its analysis. Merlin selected the best out of all Spell Models and began to mobilize his Mind Power to carefully simulate Dark Mist's Spell Model.
"Phew..."
Merlin heaved a long sigh, then gathered his concentration on simulating Dark Mist's Spell Model in his Awareness.
Out of the blue, an unforeseen circumstance happened.
"Eh?"
Merlin's expression turned grave. He felt his initial forceful Mind Power suddenly became heavy the second he simulated Dark Mist's Spell Model in his Awareness.
It was as if his Mind Power had been sucked into a vacuum, leaving him gasping for air as if he was being suffocated.
Merlin paced around the numerous bookshelves and eventually locked his eyes on Thunder type Spell.
Thunderbolt and flames were both violent enough to produce equally terrifying force. Hence, Fire type and Thunder type made the most compatible offensive spells.
Merlin already possessed Fire type Fireball Spell, hence he needed to choose another type of offensive Spell. It seemed that the most appropriate choice would be Thunder type Spell.
There was an extensive selection of Thunder type Spells in the Dark Magic Region so Merlin had to choose with caution. He wanted a spell that was greatly powerful and able to cover an expansive attack range. Knowing what he wanted helped in narrowing down the options.
Finally, Merlin made his mind on a spell named Thunderbolt Net. The distinguishing trait of this spell coincidentally matched with Merlin's requirement.
"Thunderbolt Net. Formed by violent Thunder Elements into a large net that covers a radius of more than ten meters. Carries an additional numbing effect! Five contribution points."
All of Thunderbolt Net's unique traits fulfilled what Merlin envisaged in his mind but his face fell when he realized this ideal spell required five contribution points. 
Earlier, he had made up his mind about Gale Spell and Dark Mist and those would add up to a total of seven contribution points. In other words, the ten contribution points awarded to Merlin as a new member of the Dark Magic Region would have left with only three points.
Three contribution points were not enough to exchange for Thunderbolt Net Spell.
Merlin stood in front of the bookshelf and pondered for a long time. At last, he shook his head and gradually regained his slightly disappointed mood. He surely felt it was a pity, though he had no choice but to temporarily gave up Thunderbolt Net. He would only return for it when he had accumulated enough contribution points.
Therefore, without any further hesitation, Merlin selected Gale Spell and Dark Mist, then went downstairs to the gray-robed Wizard.
"Please exchange these two spells for me."
Merlin said to one of the sluggish gray-robed Wizards without much interest.
This gray-robed Wizard, with his eyes narrowed, threw a sideways glance at Merlin. Then, he revealed a round plate that looked like a casting tool filled with mysterious runes.
"Pass me your Dark Magic ring."
Merlin followed the command obediently. Suddenly, the gray-robed Wizard activated the casting tool, and those densely packed mysterious runes began to sparkle with faint white light, shrouding the whole of Merlin's ring.
Merlin witnessed with his own eyes that the number "Ten" on his ring gradually turned into "Three." This indicated that he was now left with only three contribution points.
After that, according to the accustomed ways, the gray-robed Wizard utilized that casting tool to remove the restrictive runes on the two volumes of books so Merlin could read the contents inside as he wished.
Merlin bowed slightly at the gray-robed Wizard, then turned to leave the Resource Tower.
***************
Once he returned to Wizard Leo's tower, Merlin first flipped open the book that recorded Gale Spell's Spell Model.
There were five Spell Models in the book, all of which were Gale Spell's Spell Model. Merlin was no longer the newbie Wizard who only relied on old man Etha's Spell Manual. He still had some basic judgment although he was not able to construct his own Spell Model.
He decided that all five of those Spell Models in the book were fairly stable, and they must have been constructed by the hands of a powerful Spell Caster, one who had done extensive research on Gale Spell.
In comparison to the Spell Models constructed by old man Etha, the ones constructed in this book were of another level. After all, there existed vast differences between Spell Casters supported by systematic learning through Spell Casters organization and the roaming Wizards.
It was unlikely that something wrong would happen if Merlin directly simulated these five Spell Models into Awareness based on the instructions on the book, although by doing so would be slightly risky. However, except the roaming Wizards who knew nothing better, no one was daring enough to take the chance.
The Spell Casters must reconstruct the Spell Models themselves to ensure their stability in Awareness.
"Matrix, build a database for Gale Spell, and analyze its Spell Model."
"Beep. The database for Gale Spell is built. Starting to analyze!"
Merlin commenced the easy process of reconstructing Gale Spell's Spell Model smoothly from experience.
"Beep. Analyzation over. A total of 253,516 Spell Models have been reconstructed!"
In only brief moments, the Matrix had completed its analyzation and more than 250,000 Spell Models were reconstructed. This resulted in the most numbers of Spell Models among all that Merlin had reconstructed.
This also proved that the Spell Models in the Dark Magic Region had been perfected, far more than the Spell Models built by old man Etha, which was why the analyzation resulted in so many Spell Models.
Right away, Merlin selected the best Spell Model from the varied selections and then began the final step – to simulate the Spell Model into Awareness using Mind Power.
Mind Power immediately commenced simulation of Gale Spell's Spell Model. Merlin was already familiar with the simulation process of Spell Model. Coupled with his current extremely forceful Mind Power, Gale Spell's Spell Model was simulated in Awareness within the next few moments.
The moment Gale Spell's Spell Model of was formed in Merlin's Awareness, he instantly felt countless green lights, like groups of densely packed moths, flying frantically toward him.
These green lights were Wind Elements. The abundance of Wind Elements sped directly toward Merlin's Awareness where it was quickly absorbed by the Gale Spell's Spell Model and being transformed into Magic Power.
Merlin had successfully constructed Gale Spell into his Awareness but he did not take a rest. Immediately, he ordered the Matrix to analyze Dark Mist Spell Model.
Dark Mist Spell Model was quite complicated. Although there were also five Spell Models in the book, at quick glance Merlin already noticed these were much more complicated than any of the Spell Models he had constructed before.
"No wonder it requires five contribution points."
Merlin was secretly delighted. The more complicated the Spell Model, the more powerful it was. Although complicated Spell Models also meant the increased difficulty level of construction, however, with the Matrix, Merlin could cheat his way out and completely ignored the obstacles faced in the construction of Spell Models.
Soon, the Matrix ended its analysis. Merlin selected the best out of all Spell Models and began to mobilize his Mind Power to carefully simulate Dark Mist Spell Model.
"Phew..."
Merlin heaved a long sigh, then gathered his concentration on simulating Dark Mist Spell Model in his Awareness.
Out of the blue, an unforeseen circumstance happened.
"Eh?"
Merlin's expression turned grave. He felt his initial forceful Mind Power suddenly became heavy the second he simulated Dark Mist Spell Model in his Awareness.
It was as if his Mind Power has been sucked into a vacuum, leaving him gasping for air as if he was being suffocated.


Anyone who could construct a stable Spell Model could become a Wizard — that was the Wizards' ultimate secret! Having been given a new life as the son of an aristocrat and armed with a super quantum computer from his past life, Spell Models game as easily as breathing to Merlin. With this overwhelmingly huge advantage, would Merlin become the greatest Grand Wizard of all time?

Five hours later, Nine Tails was exhausted. The roots of the tree were too big, but he finally loosened the soil 100 meters under the tree.
As ordered by Yang Ruoyun, the Millennium Snappers controlled the spiritual plants to pull apart the endless roots underground and then pull them up.
Yang Ruoyun looked at Han Fei. "Keep sawing."
Han Fei secretly transmitted his voice to Nine Tails, Nine Tails, strike. Stop sawing. Roll on the ground…
Nine Tails was stunned, but rolling on the ground sounded quite interesting, so he immediately did it.
Han Fei shrugged. "Hey, don't abuse my spiritual beast. How about letting my Mantis Shrimp take a rest?"
Yang Ruoyun threw the Hexagon Starfish that she held in her hand to him. "Let this starfish do it."
A smile appeared at the corner of Han Fei's mouth. Yang Ruoyun didn't know him any more than he knew her. If he were Yang Ruoyun, he would definitely not have given Master Hexagon to him.
Hexagon Starfish was almost asleep. Since Han Fei and Yang Ruoyun reached an agreement, he had stopped worrying. When he saw that the tree core was full of spiritual stones, his six big eyes rolled quickly. However, he didn't think he had the ability to snatch the spiritual stones from these two, so he just kept quiet.
Hexagon Starfish said telepathically, I am a starfish! I can't cut the tree…
Yang Ruoyun replied, "You are full of spiritual energy and you can control it with spiritual energy."
Being stared at by Yang Ruoyun, Hexagon Starfish immediately shut up and began to saw the wood with Han Fei.
Three hours later.
Han Fei's hands were sore with fatigue. This damn tree was too hard. It took him three hours to saw it down with the spiritual-level soft saw.
Of course, the harvest was very gratifying. The core of the tree was inlaid with hundreds of spiritual stones from top to bottom.
Han Fei felt that his heart was pounding hard as he thought, Wow, I'm rich! I have become rich now! He found no less than 8 extra-quality spiritual stones, 10 high-grade ones, nearly 100 mid-quality ones, and a few hundred low-quality ones. The root of the tree alone contained no less than 25 million points of spiritual energy.
"Gulp!"
Han Fei was about to go forward to dig out the spiritual stone when Yang Ruoyun suddenly shouted, "Don't move."
Han Fei's eyes turned cold. "Why, do you want to back out?"
Yang Ruoyun sneered. "Do you think I am you? Although I am a demon now, I'll keep my word."
Han Fei snorted secretly. Keep your word? You're such a good actress…
Yang Ruoyun stepped on the waves and landed on the tree roots in three or two steps, staring at the corner of the tree roots.
Han Fei's eyes narrowed slightly. Closer, get closer!
Han Fei followed Yang Ruoyun's gaze and found that at the bottom of the tree core, there was a scarlet book wrapped in spiritual stones.
"A book?"
Han Fei blinked. Are you f*cking kidding me? A book grows in the tree roots? Was it left by some strong man?
When Yang Ruoyun saw this book, she couldn't help but float over.
Suddenly, a cunny gleam flickered across Han Fei's eyes. "Master Hexagon, move."
In the blink of an eye, six purple lights suddenly appeared and the six gate formation was activated instantly to seal Yang Ruoyun inside.
Above the big formation, the Spirit Forbidden Net fell from the sky.
Yang Ruoyun's face changed drastically. She didn't expect Han Fei to even dare attack her. Her reaction was very quick and she immediately crushed a flash stone, but to her shock, she bumped into the edge of the six-door formation and could not get out.
"Attach."
The nine-star chain immediately darted out, locking Yang Ruoyun's hands, feet, neck and waist.
Han Fei put a Blue Sea Wandering Dragon Dagger to Yang Ruoyun's neck through the Spirit Forbidden Net. "Hey, let these Millennium Snappers behave themselves. Otherwise, I don't mind killing you."
Han Fei was just threatening her. If Yang Ruoyun hadn't become a sea demon and couldn't control these Millennium Snappers, he might dare to do so.
However, the Millennium Snappers around had rioted and began to sing again, seeming ready to attack him.
Han Fei suddenly pressed the tip of the dagger into Yang Ruoyun's neck and blood flowed out.
Han Fei grinned. "Surprised? If you don't make them stop, I will kill you now. Maybe I will be in serious trouble, but you will definitely die."
Yang Ruoyun glared at Han Fei, but in the end, she still sang a command.
Immediately, the Millennium Snappers that had surrounded them stopped, which Han Fei was relieved to see. He was afraid that this woman would go crazy and die with him.
Otherwise, facing so many Millennium Snappers, he really didn't know if he could survive.
Yang Ruoyun's eyes were cold. "You have been luring me into this trap, right? If you didn't have this Spirit Forbidden Net, what would you have done?"
Han Fei smiled. "Based on what I know about you, you will definitely give me the belongings of Sun Mu and the other two because you won't let them influence your plan. So I had no worries about getting the Spirit Forbidden Net. Even if I couldn't get the net, I still have Spirit Forbidden Cord!"
Yang Ruoyun scoffed. "Shouldn't your attention be put on the three of them? Why me?"
Han Fei sneered. "In my opinion, you are much more dangerous than them. If it weren't for the follow-up development that exceeded my expectations and some changes, you would have been the first one I wanted to catch."
Han Fei glanced at the book in the tree and said, "Seriously, the fact that you have become a sea demon really shocked me. I once doubted whether becoming a fish was your ultimate goal. Well! It turns out that there is a book hidden in this tree."
Yang Ruoyun seems to have some ability to resist the Spirit Forbidden Net, so she could still speak at this moment. She looked at Han Fei angrily. "I never deceived you, and I planned to let you go. Why did you do this to me?"
Han Fei laughed. "You've never deceived me? You gave me a false map and said that it was a secret realm. Did you forget that?"
Seeing Yang Ruoyun was about to speak, Han Fei immediately interrupted, "Cut the crap. I know that map is false. I knew it at the time. Even if it is true, it is definitely a garbage secret realm."
Han Fei sneered. If that secret realm were true, why wasn't it marked on Old Bai's map? It must either be because the secret realm was too rubbish or the map was false.
Especially the person who gave him the fish-skin map was Yang Ruoyun, so when he got the map, he was already sure it was false.
Yang Ruoyun said, "You dare not kill me."
Han Fei tilted his head. "Oh? Why?"
Yang Ruoyun seemed to have recovered her calm state. At this moment, she looked at Han Fei with a relaxed face. "Because once I die, these Millennium Snappers will go crazy. I am their queen."
Han Fei sneered, "Guess if I can escape from them or not!"
Yang Ruoyun raised three fingers calmly. "Firstly, the seal of the Big Red Trunk; secondly, the price you'll have to pay for my death; thirdly, guess if you can kill me or not. Here, my vitality is not what you can imagine. You don't know anything about this place, which is why I'm confident."
Han Fei looked at Yang Ruoyun quietly and it took a long while before he grinned. "Haha! Look at how nervous you are. I'm just making a joke with you… Give me a reason to let you go."
Yang Ruoyun glanced back at the book embedded in the tree. "Give me the book and I will go."
Han Fei smirked. "Where will you go? What if you return?"
"Lala!"
Yang Ruoyun shouted at the Millennium Snappers that actually circled up and then began to sing.
Under Han Fei's gaze, the upper waters were gradually pulled apart by a black vortex.
Yang Ruoyun said to Han Fei, "I was well prepared before I came. Once I leave here, you don't have to worry that I will come back."
Hexagon Starfish shouted in surprise, "Is this a one-way teleportation formation?"
Yang Ruoyun took a deep look at the Hexagon Starfish. She lost because of this damn starfish! His six-door formation was very powerful and disrupted all her plans.
Yang Ruoyun nodded. "Yes, this is a one-way portal. It can only be used once."
Han Fei pondered. He didn't know much about this woman and couldn't predict the consequences of killing her. This time, he dared not take the bet.
Han Fei curled his lips. "Master Hexagon, are you sure she can't return?"
"It should be so! In my memory, this formation is only one-way."
Han Fei said angrily, "What do you mean by 'it should be'? Are you sure or not?"
Hexagon Starfish's big eyes kept rolling. "As far as I know, she can't come back."
Han Fei was relieved to hear that and bound up Yang Ruoyun with the Spirit Forbidden Cord too. Although it might not be able to trap her, he just needed to control her for a while.
Yang Ruoyun suddenly said, "Give me the book and the tree core."
Han Fei laughed. "Why, do you still want the book now? Nice try."
Yang Ruoyun urged him, "It's useless to you. It belongs to sea demons."
Han Fei didn't believe her at all. "Any treasure is useful to me, right, Master Hexagon?"
Hexagon Starfish's big eyes rolled and he pondered for a while. "That seems to be a divine weapon!"
"Wow!"
Han Fei was stunned. Is that book a divine weapon? Why isn't its data showing?
But Han Fei was overjoyed. "Master Hexagon, good job! I like an ally like you and I will find you a girlfriend."
Hexagon Starfish: "…"
Han Fei stared at Yang Ruoyun and didn't back down. "Hey! I'm not going to give you the book or the tree core. You can get out of here. If you want to grab these things from me, just try it. Let's see who will hold on longer!"
Yang Ruoyun's eyes were unfathomable. "Fine, send me into the teleportation formation."
Han Fei sneered. "You think too much. Let these Millennium Snappers leave first."
Yang Ruoyun shot back, "Keep 500 of them and then throw me in."
"100, my bottom line."
Yang Ruoyun thought for a moment. "How do I know you won't kill me?"
Han Fei shrugged. "I can kill you now if you want."
Yang Ruoyun scoffed. "OK, keep 100."


In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.
In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers. 
Fishing is an art.
There is an ancient saying: If you can't fish, you might as well be bait.

"Tch... How can you leave now? This is just a test and she runs away in fear." One student muttered.
"We came to the Heroes Academy to become 'Heroes'... not to be running away with our tails between our legs." Said another student with contempt.
"If he runs away on a test, I don't want to imagine what he would do in a real situation..." Commented another student.
The more they thought about it, the more contempt they felt for Aurora's actions.
This was a test, but she decided to run away right now?
She entered the Heroes Academy, but when did the opportunity present itself, she ran away?
It's as if someone wanted to become a fireman, but had pyrophobia...
It just didn't make sense!
"Stop it." Clémentine interrupted with a serious expression.
She did not know why Aurora had chosen to flee, but it did not seem fearful.
Aurora was a young girl with a soft, bright-eyed expression that did not match her usual bored expression.
Clémentine had seen her look bored from the start without being surprised or afraid.
This slender young woman with charming features that made her look weak and delicate had been walking with a criminal leader as if she were walking with her neighbor... Then in the following battles, she would look from the back, shaking her head when her group made a mistake or nodding when everything was going well.
Also, she was very good at spotting mistakes...
"Still... For her to leave us now when she knows it's a test and we need her, is outrageous." Erica commented with a tone full of contempt and irritation.
Clémentine did not know what to say, for deep down she could understand Erica's contempt and anger.
In a real battle, to have a member leave would be in some cases extremely dangerous and others fatal.
This was a test, it was true, but this test showed the character of each student.
If she abandons them on a test, who's to say she can't abandon them afterwards?
That idea had been planted in everyone present.
Clémentine sighed as she realized that, but she did not allow herself to be carried away by such thoughts.
"Stop," Clementine ordered when they were about to arrive at the auditorium, they were two classrooms away from the back entrance of the auditorium.
Clementine could feel a slight, unique vibration in the air.
Light mental waves searched for any enemy, and those waves were centered in the hall.
"Can you break it?" Leslie asked without understanding too much about it.
Clémentine focused her mind and some of her mental strength to feel those ripples, but in the end, she shook her head.
"If I try to break it, they'll notice. If I try to hide, they will notice. It's an impenetrable net for the actual me." Clémentine said slightly annoyed.
If those waves were like a calm, motionless lake, then she was like a stone falling into that lake... a very big one.
Leslie frowned, for if they attacked and the enemies realized they might have a moment to prepare, the professionals were that good.
Although the plan was to attack directly, any leader liked to reduce casualties and have a second choice.
"But... I can make a mental attack." Clémentine said and the group looked at her with genuine surprise.
A well-known standard among psionics is that only A-rankers could mentally attack their enemies, B-rankers could only demonstrate their skill 'physically'.
"Can you?" Leslie asked honestly intrigued.
Clémentine could sense that the question was not only intriguing but a little worrying.
"Yes, I can," Clémentine said with a serious expression after careful consideration.
It would be exhausting, but not dangerous...
—Be ready. Clémentine will make a mental attack on the enemy psionic and when the net falls, you will attack the front door.
—Understood.
Andres and Cristian who was leading the other group quickly answered Leslie's words through the mental net.
Clémentine nodded at Leslie's glance and sat cross-legged.
It was a great effort for a B-rancher like her to launch a mental attack on her enemies, but if she concentrated she could do it.
She had practiced and trained her skills to get to this point and she was a true genius.
She closed her eyes, focused her mind, and felt the 'outside' world through her mind.
The hall was surrounded by small mental waves and they were looking for any enemy.
Around her she could feel various glows that revealed the presence of her companions, Joslyn being the brightest because she was psionic.
In the middle of the auditorium, she could feel another psionic presence focused on creating that safety net.
His scope for feeling the 'outside' world was lower than hers, but it was very bright.
He had more mental strength than Clémentine herself, but his talent was less, allowing him to maintain only the safety net.
Clémentine did not believe that she could bring down a psionic with a mental attack, since, from the C-range, psionics create mental and physical barriers to protect themselves.
That barrier increased as the psionic became stronger and this enemy, like a psionic with the mental strength of an A-range, was able to resist it.
Still, it could give him a big headache... Literally.
By concentrating and gathering her mental strength by following the thoughts in her mind, she created a brilliant dagger much like the waves that covered the hall.
There was only one big difference, this dagger, though small, shone brightly.
—Be ready.
Using a small part of her concentration she sent the message into the telepathic web that connected her mind with the other leaders.
As soon as he finished Clémentine threw her 'dagger'.
That dagger went through the waves that made up the safety net, and before the enemy psionic could catch what was happening, the dagger reached the bright sphere that made up the psionic itself.
There was some resistance, but the dagger was able to strike the mind of the enemy by dissolving some of the brightness.
"AHHHH!"
A scream could be heard and Clémentine opened her eyes only to find that she was sweating and was quite pale.
It only took one look for Leslie to give the order.
—Now.
Nothing happened for a moment and then...
*BOOM*
The sound of a door being destroyed was heard, then Clémentine stopped and held her agitated breath.
"Let's go." She ordered and everyone charged.
The fighters and swordsmen went first, opening the door wide.
"Damn fools! Defend! Mages create barriers! The psionic... Psionic stop wallowing in pain and fight!"
"Shut up! Who the hell said that was gonna be easy?! That was a fucking mental attack! A fucking mental attack!"
"Gentlemen, we've lost the psionic! Now let's avenge him!"
"I'm not dead yet! Damn it! I just feel like my head's been pierced by a thousand needles!"
Chaos... That was the scene that awaited Clémentine's group.
The psionic enemy rolling on the floor and cursing his ancestors, along with all the other masked criminals were in chaos.
They never expected that after attacking the psionic who was in charge of their defense they would be attacked.
Worse still, as Cristian cut down the enemies with his sword, Andres took control of the enemy's holographic clocks and electronic devices.
Music, calls, holographic figures were created, even embarrassing images and selfies appeared before the criminals, confusing them and leading to loss of concentration.
Leslie moved first.
Giving a military signal to her group to rescue the other students who were near her, Leslie began to shoot.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The shots began to ring out and Eva joined in, firing her gun, not afraid to hurt a fellow student.
Those guns were for training so instead of leaving serious injuries they just caused a lot of pain and mainly both had good aim.
"Damn it! Defend our back! They're flanking us! Don't let them rescue the students!" shouted the enemy leader as he waved his truncheon, hitting several students and dropping them unconscious.
That and another small group seemed not to limit themselves and were knocking the students down quickly.
Clémentine moved, knowing that her group followed her.
Using her mental strength she threw two weak enemies towards the leader to collide.
One of her psionic features was telekinesis.
Her ability to move objects using her mind was undoubtedly among the best of her range.
Those two criminals who had been able to resist if they were prepared were thrown to the enemy leader, who unfortunately eluded them, and the criminals collided with each other, before disappearing because of the object they were carrying.
"Fuc..."
Without giving him a chance to curse, an arrow shot by archer Wendy was sent to the enemy leader and he used his truncheon to deflect it.
Skillful.
That thought came to Clémentine's mind and she used her mental strength to create a shockwave in the form of a cannonball and sent it to the leader.
She didn't want to defeat him, her only goal was for the others to defeat the remaining criminals in large groups and rescue the students who were here.
Until now, she realized that both Joslyn and Nicole were rescuing the students and they were rushing to help the others.
They lacked experience and practice, but they helped.
That cannon-shaped shock wave quickly reached the enemy leader and when he was about to dodge it, an image of a half-naked man dancing appeared on his holographic watch.
It was shocking because that projection filled the view of that leader leaving him dazed and delaying the reaction time to dodge.
Before Clémentine could celebrate his successful attack, the man took the wooden sword at his hip and with amazing skill cut the shockwave into a cannon shape.
The wooden sword did not break because it was surrounded by a strong sword aura that reinforced it.
"…"
Clémentine was frozen by that reaction.
That aura of the blade was a characteristic of an A-ranking swordsman... An enemy that even if she could attack mentally she could not face.
The difference between the B-rank and the A-rank was a qualitative difference that was very difficult to overcome.
Clémentine could attack mentally after concentrating for a long time, but a true A-range psionic could launch mental attacks at will.
Like an A-ranking swordsman who could use his sword aura to defend himself and attack.
That was proven only because he used a wooden sword to break through an attack that would normally have shattered a thick metal wall.
"..." The silence extended and the battle stopped momentarily on both sides.
Clémentine's side was surprised and was cursing because of this powerful enemy that had appeared.
But on the other side...
"Idiot leader!"
"How the hell do you use your sword aura?! Are you stupid?!"
"It's stupid!"
All the criminals cursed their leader in unison, he looked at his wooden blade and when it snapped because his aura could not strengthen it for long, he muttered. "Shit."
With those words, his body glowed and disappeared.
"..." This time Clémentine's group was stunned, but by that unexpected 'escape'.
Clémentine could understand that it was apparently something related to the 'test' itself and the limits of the students themselves.
Following these thoughts, a big smile appeared on her face.
"Let's get this over with!"
Now all that was left was to beat the remaining members.
******
"Tch... I almost got caught." Professor Miller muttered.
Quite a long time ago he had gone in a very different direction from what he had told the students he met.
Instead of going to the management room, he went to the principal's office.
Even so, he was still cursing the students who almost caught him.
Who the hell would have thought those students would have caught him just when he had changed his form?
Thanks to his quick improvisation he was able to escape from those 'kids'.
"Hahahaha... I'm close, I'm close..." murmured Professor Miller... No, he could no longer be recognized as the 'Professor Miller' that the student in Clémentine's group had identified.
His form changed to that of a ruined old man who smiled like a lunatic.
"Where should he be? Where should he be?" the old man wondered with a silly, pointless chuckle.
He looked through the books one by one without caring whether he messed them up or not, just threw them down and kept looking.
Then when he threw a particular book from a particular row the sounds of gears moved and the bookcase opened revealing some stairs.
"Hahahaha... I found it... I found it." The old man muttered, shaking his head with a strange frequency.
With nervousness, anxiety, and expectation the old man went down the stairs and continued down the corridor as if this were not the secret area of an SS Rank mage.
When the corridor was over, a round room surrounded by many shelves with different books appeared, but only one book attracted attention.
That book was on a pedestal in the center of the whole room.
The old man's eyes shone with anticipation and madness.
"The Grimoire of Invocation of the 'Enemy of Humanity'." said the old man, this time his tone changed imperceptibly.
The next moment the old man shook his head again as if it were a twitch and went to the book with a stupid smile.
"With this book... With this book, I can become an Archmage... No, a Great Archmage! If I give it to him... If I give it to him... I can rule the world and kill all those who made fun of me!" exclaimed the old man in a voice full of madness, happiness, and emotion.
"Well, I think this is enough."
A slightly lazy voice sounded at his back and before the old man turned around he felt pain in his cheek, in his stomach, and then he lost consciousness.
"..." Aurora watched the old man fall before he even finished his combo.
She blinked in disbelief and asked. "What the hell?"
Until now he had followed a 'villain' who infiltrated the great academy of heroes, disguised himself perfectly as a professor, discovered the secret room of a powerful Archmage, and went inside to steal... a book.
—It's not just a book. It is the book written personally by the 'Enemy of Humanity' who devastated Terra nova, murdered powerful Gods, and created great chaos, all while being a player in this world like everyone else.
Seeing the response of the system to her shallow thoughts, Aurora looked at the 'Grimoire'.
It didn't look old or dirty or anything like that, it just looked like an ordinary book of magic.
—The 'Enemy of Humanity' was a very powerful Archmage with great skills of invocation and other types of magic.
His system reminded him of what he knew.
Like any normal person, he knew the actions and name of the player who created a faction of 'Chaos' during 'Terra nova' and made it confront the faction of 'Order'.
He performed terrible actions overcoming all the 'evil' players to the point that he caused the genocide of a race and killed the gods after tricking them into confronting each other and only to end up killing them when they were weak.
That individual, who had been known as a 'Sage' among the very natives of that world during the early years of Terra Nova, was by far the cause of the players going so crazy when it was revealed that the world of Terra nova was real.
One player like all the others got into the game 'Terra nova', only this particular player knew that that world was real and performed all his actions knowing that fact, leading many other players to perform atrocious actions, all from the very beginning...
Still, no matter how incredible and evil her actions are...
"No idiot would leave his secrets in a damn book," Aurora said looking at the book.
That person had disappeared a long time ago and Aurora had met many who were looking for any trace of him, but that did not mean that that kind of person would leave his secrets so easily exposed.
Besides... That was a book!
—That's right. This is just a volume of one level forward summoning magic written by that person. That said, the theory is quite innovative and would help any Summoning wizard.
Aurora shook her head at those words, this book was far from a 'grimoire' and was just a book of magic.
No matter how one thought about it, no one would leave their secrets in a book, after all, anyone could take it, it would be different if it were a real magic 'Grimoire'.
These grimoires had security methods and some even had a sense of self...
When she came to that conclusion, Aurora looked at the old man who had fainted.
His mind was working hard to find an answer to this situation that was far from being a powerful 'villain' who infiltrated the academy to steal a 'grimoire' from an extremely powerful mage.
The only answer he could find was...
"So this is something prepared by the Director?" asked Aurora, blinking at the conclusion.
It could be a hidden test within the main test or...
—It seems the Director wanted to catch someone else... And you stopped that from happening.
Aurora was frozen at those words, her system 'kindly' sent her the location in her mind of what appeared to be a magic camera and...
"I'm sorry. It was my fault!" shouted Aurora looking at a certain location.
Unbeknownst to her, she ran away without even looking back.
Aurora cursed her instincts that she was not only good at stealing puddings but also at ruining the plans of others.

They traveled to another world through a virtual reality machine created by a God, in what they thought for a long time was just a game, but ended up being real.
They went through a 'Great Cataclysm' that changed the world through magical energy, which transformed the world in an unthinkable way.
It has been thirty years since humanity faced the virtual reality machine and twenty years after the 'Great Cataclysm' which awakened abilities and started a magical and wonderful world very different from the old one.
Now a young woman arrives in a city in the middle of the sea to attend an academy.
What is her objective? What is the reason for her arrival? And mainly... Who is she?
Follow the adventure of Aurora whose life, values, and attitude will be known in due course, along with her past, secrets, virtues, and defects.
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Welcome! I have decided to publish the story in English even though it is not my main language.
So despite my efforts, you may find some mistakes.
For those who want to encourage themselves to read it in Spanish, they can go to my profile, where it is in Spanish.
Although the first volume with 205 chapters is complete in Spanish, I don't know how many chapters will be published per day in English.
However, depending on the circumstances, some will be published each week, as it is difficult to translate it into English.
The circumstances are whether it is well received or not... Since I will put different effort depending on that.
Note: I use a translator, but I correct my poor knowledge of the language.
Enjoy!
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Genres: Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Modern World, Magic
Frequency: Depends on the circumstances mentioned above.

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