Standing in front of a full body view mirror, Zick looked at himself.
He wore a brown jacket upon the white shirt which made him look a lot more like a noble than before. He had black pants along with black shoes.
After fixing his collars and hair, Zick walked out of his room. It was still noon but he decided to go out early as it was getting boring.
In the past year, Zick had already created numerous magics. Without any inspiration, it would be hard for him to come up with any new magic now.
Regret started filling Zick, ' I would have concentrated on my studies more if I knew this....'
Zick had focused on writing his novel more than studies in his past life. He had long forgotten most of the things that he learnt in his science classes too.
' Reading so many novels has helped me somewhat at least.'