Chapter 10: All Born with Abstract Saint Physiques

An Xia withdrew his hand from the crystal ball and looked at Sezer with anticipation.

“Instructor Sezer, what kind of magic am I suited to learn?”

Sezer fell silent.

He did not know how to answer.

After a moment of thought, he decided it was best to be honest. “You are… an anomaly.”

???

A huge question mark seemed to appear over An Xia’s head. What do you mean I am an anomaly?

“This is the first time I have ever seen a situation like this,” Sezer said seriously. “The only similar case I have seen was when someone with no magical talent used the crystal ball.”

Well, that was awkward.

An Xia knew he had learned the Fireball Spell and even modified it slightly.

There was no way he had no magical talent.

“So I cannot give you a clear suggestion. Perhaps you are a genius, capable of learning all forms of magic. After all, absolute darkness can devour all light. Or perhaps you are an unprecedented dark-element genius. Otherwise, there is no explanation for such a phenomenon.”

Sezer added, “I think you should explore on your own. You might even be able to write a highly specialized book based on your unique traits and guide future generations.”

An Xia also fell silent.

After all that, he was still just… an anomaly?

Behind him, Melva covered her mouth and chuckled softly, while Anders was also trying to suppress his laughter.

A moment later, Sezer sent the three of them away, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to leave, a faint cracking sound came from behind him.

He turned around and saw a crack forming on the crystal ball in the center of the Observation Room, spreading rapidly in all directions.

Sezer’s eyes widened.

Two seconds later—

BANG!

The crystal ball shattered into countless fragments.

“Ah! My crystal ball!”

A heart-wrenching cry echoed throughout the Observation Room.

…

Naturally, An Xia and the others had no idea what had happened after they left.

They were now heading toward the dormitories.

Along the way, Melva parted from them and went to the female dormitory.

At Lance Magic Academy, the male and female dormitories were located in completely different areas.

When An Xia and Anders arrived at the male dormitory, they found it empty—after all, they were the first new students to arrive.

The dormitory was about thirty square meters, divided into three rooms, with an independent bathroom.

An Xia was extremely satisfied. Compared to the cramped dorms he had lived in before transmigrating, this place was perfect.

He chose the room on the left, Anders took the one on the right, and the middle room was left for whoever might arrive later.

There were not many expenses for daily life within Lance Magic Academy.

The cafeteria was divided by student rank. For example, the first floor was for Bronze Badge students, while the second floor was for Silver Badge students.

New students like them all started with Bronze Badges.

To upgrade their badges, they could either accumulate academic credits or participate in various academy activities and missions.

As for further details, An Xia did not find anything in the handbook.

The semester would officially begin in five days.

Under normal circumstances, tomorrow would be when most new students arrived.

However, An Xia and the others had effectively taken a shortcut and arrived early.

Compared to the others, they now had two extra days to familiarize themselves with the academy.

After settling into their dorm, An Xia and Anders wanted to check on Melva.

But the moment they stepped onto the path leading to the female dormitory, they were bounced back by an invisible barrier.

The two of them climbed up awkwardly from the ground, their little scheme thoroughly crushed.

Anders chose to return to the dorm—after all, he was socially anxious. An Xia, on the other hand, decided to head to the academy library.

Unlike the cafeteria, the library was not divided by rank, but borrowing books required academic credits.

New students started with three hundred credits.

An Xia figured that would be enough.

He was not here to study magic—he just wanted to find out what exactly had happened during his assessment and what kind of magic he was suited for.

Inside the library, the librarian was a diligent and enthusiastic senior student working part-time.

“Are you looking for a particular book?” he asked.

An Xia briefly described what had happened during his assessment.

“Hiss!” The senior looked at him in surprise. This was also the first time he had encountered such a situation.

After thinking for a moment, the senior pointed him toward a specific section.

An Xia thanked him and walked over.

When he arrived and saw the label on the shelf, he fell into silence.

Compendium of Geniuses.

He casually glanced over the shelf.

It was filled with autobiographies written by prodigies throughout the history of Lance Magic Academy.

So… the senior meant that he was a genius too?

Filled with expectation, An Xia randomly pulled out one autobiography.

“January 3rd: Play cards.”

“January 4th: Studied how to roast meat better using fire magic.”

“January 24th: Beat someone up.”

“February 4th: Lay in bed in the dorm for two days. It felt great.”

“…”

An Xia silently closed the book.

He picked up another, flipped it open, and closed it again after three seconds.

He repeated this process over and over.

In the end, he had skimmed through all the autobiographies on the shelf.

His eyes were lifeless.

Seriously? Are all these so-called geniuses this… absurd?

Could they not write anything related to cultivation or training?

As far as the eye could see, the entire shelf was filled with autobiographies of people who seemed to be born with “abstract saint physiques.”

And they were even happy to share them.

An Xia returned to the librarian in a daze. The senior cast a calming spell on him, restoring his clarity.

A look of silent mourning appeared on the senior’s face. When An Xia met his gaze, a sense of mutual understanding arose between them.

It was confirmed—they were both victims of those autobiographies.

An Xia checked his remaining credits with the senior. Good—he still had all three hundred.

Even the academy found those bizarre autobiographies questionable, so reading them did not cost any credits.

“Did you find your answer?” the senior asked kindly.

“I have a bit of an idea now,” An Xia sighed. “Senior, do you know where I can test magic within the academy?”

“Oh, that? Go this way, then turn over there…”

The senior enthusiastically gave directions.

An Xia waved and left the library.

He first returned to the dorm to grab the Fundamentals of Magic.

Seeing this, Anders was reminded of some unpleasant memories.

Then An Xia headed to the academy’s back mountain.

The area was full of damage—clearly, people frequently tested magic there.

He found a spot to sit down, opened the book, and looked at the second basic spell recorded inside.

Spiritual Impact.

This was a mental-type spell.

By constructing runes, one could materialize mental energy, amplify its power, and inflict a stunning effect on the target.

It was similar to the dizziness one would feel after being struck on the chin.

Perhaps due to his strong mental power, An Xia mastered the spell in just half an hour.

Just like with the Fireball Spell, inspiration struck him, and he instinctively modified the structure—just a tiny bit.

It was something he simply could not control.

So he decided to let himself go completely.

After constructing the rune structure, he activated it with his mental power.

His mental energy surged out from his mind.

An Xia raised his hand, pointed forward, and shouted—

“Spiritual Impact!”