The week has come and gone, and it's time for Gwen to go.

Since her father's new lover was still hanging out in the living room, Gwen felt no obligation to leave amicably, as her last box had already been packed.

Her only regret is leaving Percy.

Her brother seems to have realized long ago that in a few more years, the distance between him and his sister will only continue to widen. Therefore, their breakup the night before was bittersweet. Leaving her brother in her past life, combined with the sadness of her experience of being usurped, makes the moment melancholy.

Of course, they will always be brothers and sisters, but this is a more elitist world than her previous world. Even when she was thirteen, she could already feel the kindness on his face. He has a natural arrogance that arises from need and circumstance. Percy attended a selective high school. Their aunt had said that if he woke up "normally", she would send him to the prince's house with the tuition fees she had paid. When Gwen tries to impart her worldly wisdom for the last time, Percy looks glazed, like a person who has given little thought to her advice.

No sincere hugs, no thunderous drama. Just a wry smile.

"Is that all Miss?" the porter fills up the tricycle with fuel and asks for final confirmation.

Gwen looked back at Forrestville's apartment and saw that her father was still angry in the kitchen, and her brother's door was slightly open.

"Yes. She closed the front door and that's it. ”

Over the next two years, as Gwen sat on the single bed in her new home, the last box was pressed and packed for recycling. Xiao Yue will never come again. Elvia said she will move in on the first day of the new semester, next Monday.

At that moment, Gwen took possession of the place alone. She hated these moments as her lazy mind became anxious.

I'm a traveler and I've been standing for a long time...

Look down as best I can ...

Overgrown with thorns, she didn't know where the road bent in the bushes. For a week in her new life, her old-world wisdom is all the evidence of her past. If she's going to go through adolescence again, how will her old-world knowledge help her spell? Magic ignores every rule of natural philosophy she knows, and she can't just attract a magical wizard of Oz, can she?

Can a scientific charlatan go down the path of magic?

On that note, Gwen sighed. The more she knew about the road ahead, the less confident she became.

She had to complete one and a half years of high school. During that time, those gifted mages and those mediocre ones were again divided into different professions. Those who are talented seek higher education, junior officers who enter compulsory military service. Those who did not have such talents took part in the basic training of industry and began their military service.

Compulsory military service.

By the time Yue began to brag about how much she was looking forward to her coming-of-age ceremony, she had already hesitated.

Fighting, fighting monsters, Gwen trying to imagine it.

She will be the Demon Eater, Gwen Maped.

Positive, positive! She reversed and muttered to herself like a mantra. Now nothing has been done, only human sleep has begun.

A day later, Yue arrived here, accompanied by her father, who was a manual laborer. Mr. Bai has known Gwen since he was a child, so he asks her to take care of his fiery daughter. Together, they unpacked their luggage and waited for a third person.

"Where's your mother?" asked Gwen.

"She doesn't like to be in a place full of mages, you know, right?" Xiao Yue pushed a box under the bed My mom was sensitive to her identity. However, my talent puts her in a good mood. She's been bragging to her family for the last week. I think the whole neighborhood knows about it. ”

"Hahaha," Gwen said with a smile. Even in this world, mother-in-law is the same.

"Ding!"

A message spell rang in Gwen's ears.

"Looks like Elvis came early," Gwen said she was down there. ”

A huge Mercedes S-Class was parked in front of the apartment. A valet opened the door for Elvis, and the other, the driver, took out her luggage. If they were at Pineford Girls' College on the coast, the car wouldn't have caused such a big stir, but here it was Black Thorn! It was a government-sanctioned school of magic with blue-collar kids. Even the staff are a bunch of humble people, retired mages from different government professions as well as the military.

To the consternation of the students at the academy, Elvis exchanged cheeks with Gwen Yue, and then the three of them went to the "attic" suite together.

Chinese whispers were rampant within an hour. The story follows Gwen as he uses deception to form friendships with better peers. It is also said that Gwen is a rebellious girl who runs a gang and threatens the two to accept her. Another countered that Gwen was actually the illegitimate son of a politician who used her influence to frame her with illegal means of success.

Of course, the truth behind campus jealousy is just pragmatism.

During the summer semester, the school held a government-approved practical exam, euphemistically called a field trip. To accomplish this task, the mages were arranged in a "gathering" of five people. Naturally, everyone wanted to be with a healer and the most hurtful assistant in the academy. All Team A needs to add is a waiver, and they're good to go.

How did Gwen Song effortlessly curry favor with herself to join the First Division, and who did she think she was?

This semester's study has been delayed again and again, and I have moved forward without any scruples. After all, Blackwater is a public school and there is no time to make time for those who are toddlers. As for Gwen, her classes emphasize current theories of magic, delivered through a dozen topics alternated by staff and guest speakers.

Gwen signs November with a sense of impending fear.

Every waking hour is her own study time, or study time with Elvis Presley and Xiao Yue.

Astral Theory

Mana Theory

Advanced Spell 101

Magic and architecture

Magical Creatures Research

Among all the important topics, there are also the necessities of life in the modern world. Art, natural philosophy and home economics - this is an insulting topic only for girls.

In addition, Spells students are given two important but limited resources:

Low-density mana crystals were identified as LDMS and time was allocated in the cognitive chamber.

LDM is used to quickly replenish mana, allowing students to do more practice by adjusting the presence of stars, utilizing elemental layers to manifest phenomena. The practice of summoning is a very important daily ritual for most students, as the constant process of consuming, using, and channeling mana makes one's spell abilities higher in volume and flow. Teachers describe this process as similar to physical exercise, where only constant exertion and repetition can exhaust oneself and improve proficiency in affinity and sealing.

Instead, the Cognitive Room is a quasi-magical room that is built to allow mages to see their own minds and visualize their connections to the elemental layers that they are connected to each other. Since it is impossible for the average Achilot to understand the astral theory, this room creates a cognitive illusion that allows Achilot to "interact" with their astral bodies. Education is not holistic, but the purpose of the boundary, after all, is to put the body behind the mana engine, the barrier and the factory, not to produce scholars.

In the process of studying hard, Gwen greedily mastered a whole set of vocabulary, the most important of which was the understanding of "affinity".

Innate affinity means the ease of manifesting phenomena from a special school of magic, as well as reducing spell fatigue.

Elemental affinity increases strength and reduces costs.

When asked this question, Yue anecdotally exploited the ubiquitous fireball, which was the most longing evocation for her.

"The higher my affinity, the hotter my flames, the stronger my attacks, and the greater my range of effect. At the same time, my spells cost less, so there's less risk of mana drain. ”

In addition, the mage can adjust himself to the phenomena of the elemental spirits to further compound. The lower elemental spirits can add a layer of effect to a mage's spells. At a higher level, clever elves manipulate spells in unique and unimaginable ways.

Elemental transfer is also a major element of post-industrial spells. A neutral renouncer creates an invisible magical barrier. However, an earth mage shows a stone shield. A fire mage creates a fire shield to burn melee attackers. A water mage creates a circulating waterfall, a self-replenishing shield capable of counteracting smaller elemental effects.

Thus, the mechanical limitations of witchcraft were the reason why Gwen's reputation as an ineffective elemental preceded her.

When it was her turn in the cognitive room, her peers laughed at her and joked about her for her inevitable act of shame. It's only been two months since the semester started, and she's already infamous.

Her intimacy with Yue and Elvis Presley only adds fuel to the fire. She is very tall. As a six-foot-tall half-giantess, she was instantly recognized a block away. Gwen bitterly points out that the only grace she can redeem is that there is not a single scarlet "A" on her uniform.

But her social suicide wasn't the only problem. What annoyed her the most was that in two months, she hadn't succeeded in casting a spell, and it was completely uncomfortable not to feel the mana burning. Her incompetence is pointless, as many elementary spells have no ingredients.

At the same time, Yue had already managed a flame passage. She sells herself by playing with a little flame that dances harmlessly in her hands. Elvis, apparently born ready, learned the mantra of healing without much effort.

Tormented by self-doubt and pain, Gwen taunted her with cold eyes and mocking faces, and she walked to the cognitive room.

She was the last to come to the chamber.

The arrangement is to let the more "potential" students use the room first. Notably, it took her two weeks of micromanagement to confirm her appointment.

"Don't worry, Gwen," her friend reassured her that once you get there, you'll know what's going on. ”

"I'm hopelessly optimistic," Gwen replied with a wry smile.

"You can do it!" he said try harder!

"You're reading too many propaganda articles," Gwen said. If the desire for something is strong enough, then humanity will not despair half.

"I have faith in you!" added Elvia, who put the pillow between her legs and her chest, and my dad said I had a good sense of magic, and you weren't a squib to me. ”

Gwen flinched.

"Burst pipe" is a name in the mage's lineage. They are rare, but fate loves to play with stupid bugging.

At the door, a staff member scanned her ID.

"You have an hour. "Your student ID card should record any changes in your abilities," the middle-aged clerk, a pseudonym, told her expressionlessly.

"Thank you, ma'am," Gwen replied politely.

There was a platform in the room for her to stand on. The whole installation reminded her of a capsule from the 60s, but bigger. Gwen positions herself and waits for the magic to activate.

Slowly, the room darkened and its dimensions changed to a gray marginal space. A reflection unfolded beneath Gwen's body, refracted by the illusory glyph, appeared above, next to her, and around her. According to the student guide, every signal the waiter gets is like a glowing nebula.

Gwen now has two months to study. She no longer blindly speculates about mysterious phenomena.

She floated in the dark, and before she set out to sail, she had made sense of the virtual space. Not far away, she saw a place with lights. Gwen directed her astral body toward the summoning signal she hoped for.

Mr. Yue had tried to describe this inexplicable phenomenon to Mr. Wen, but this scene made Mr. Wen's heart pound. As she approached the Starlight Nebula, she could see it blinking in a familiar flicker, as if signaling her.

"Hey?" Gwen thought loudly, her pulse quickening.

This, she thought, was better off not being a precursor to something worse. That would be a goddamn lark. She is a generalist, with no talent and no affinity. Theoretically, it would be impossible to see a seal with such clear illumination.

"Fuck it. ”

She gave up all concern and thrust herself into the stardust.

“!“

Her astral body became red-hot.

She inexplicably understood the evocation.

It's as if she's always known how to use arousal, as deep as a person who uses limbs defactly, balances against a wall, or catches a ball. Knowledge is instinctive and habitual, abstract thinking.

"Magic missile!"

Mana works well in her body. There are no mysteries, no mysteries. She used to blindly look for guidance on the potential level of openness, but now she can take a different path and the solutions speak for themselves.

She was so excited that she screamed.

As her magic missile faded into the distance, a crack of light swept past her signal light. Her latest visual evocation signal enters its elementally aligned door.

"Smack!"

A bolt of lightning danced across the illusory starry sky, filling the uncertain space with cobalt blue and Tyrien purple.

"Oh my God!"

Gwen wept with a firm heart, and overcame with relief and joy.

The people on the train were right!

She's a quasi-elementalist!

Lightning Mage!

She is a wizard who makes use of the quasi-elemental plane between the plane of air and the plane of positive energy.

Why didn't she wake up sooner? Why was she rejected?

Was it her ignorance? She stared at Siegel dumbfounded, not knowing that she had to reach out.

But enough is enough. Gwen wanted to laugh, wanted to scream, wanted to cry triumphantly. In the room, Gwen triumphantly slammed into the air. Has she finally succeeded in replacing her predecessor's banal curse?

As the electricity surrounding her body began to boil, Gwen knew that the entrance to the quasi-elemental plane of lightning had stabilized. She infused the mana into the seal, drawing in her mind a picture of a month playing with her dancing light, and she felt a numb sensation pass through her forearm as a ray of blue light swirled around her fingers and turned into a small phantasmagoral creature.

Her creation buzzed at her, causing Gwen to wonder if it was sentient or just a sign of her hostility.

"Spike!"

"Wow!"

Suddenly, suddenly, her abstract elements roared angrily at what was hidden from sight.

Gwen focused her attention, concentrating on the space beyond the blazing stardust. Something is hidden in a darker place than black. She walked past the glowing, static-infused summoning signal cluster, then reached for the fragments of something that seemed to disappear from her sight.

Her astral body shuddered suddenly. She felt a tingling pain. Gwen winced, withdrawing her ghostly hand. She saw that her illusory skin was covered with tender incisions. At the edge of her line of sight, patches of black continued to twist and turn, appearing nearer and farther away, mocking her.

Gwen recalls her old dreams. There is light and there is darkness. If light is lightning, then what is darkness?

Yin and yang, light and shade, milk and coffee?

She asked her electrobio to investigate. The bolt of lightning coiled around him, and then he leaped sharply and threw himself into the darkness.

"Dancing light!"

Gwen tried a second summoning spell with great success.

A white light dispelled all shadows. Gwen could now see the debris, like a small black fish, as the lightning of the ball grew stronger, rolling towards them, swimming and escaping. They cowered in front of her current, curled up like slippery eels.

The aura emitted by these creatures is both strange and unfamiliar, making people extremely uncomfortable, causing inexplicable vertigo. But if this mysterious thing exists in cognitive projection, Gwen thought to herself. Then it must also exist in her own heart.

Except for her, the spark of lightning showed back from its power, resting on her shoulder as it hissed. As he had done before, Guwen reached out and grabbed one of the living creatures. And that feeling, that strange tremor, as if space itself was distorted-

Gwen finds herself in the real world.

She was no longer in the sensory hallucinations created by the Cognition Chamber. Gwen flexed her fingers, disoriented. She still doesn't know what she found.

The door to the room opened, and the air flowed visibly.

"It's time," the administrator asked Gwen for her business card. Her eyes widened when she noticed the changes recorded by the secret room's magical recording script.

"Congratulations," said the woman with awe, "I am going to inform the Headmaster. ”

When Gwen received her ID, it took her a moment to be equally shocked.

Gwensong

ID Number: 0043598

Wake layer::1

Elemental Affinity: Quasi-Elemental Lightning (3)

The rest of the card is blank, leaving room for other achievements.

Oh, my God. Gwen's fingers trembled. I did it.

It was a watershed moment, a moment when old Gwen's life no longer existed, a moment when fate grabbed the edge of a cliff and pulled her up with her fingernails.

The two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I-

I walked through the magic carpet-

Thankfully, she didn't have to trek through the woods of the wilderness. God knows what lurks in the darkness and knows this cursed world, most likely Shub Nikolai.

In the moment of her private fantasies, Gwen doesn't notice that some slimy-mouthed students sneak up behind her to read her cards, announce them to the world, and viciously mock the object of their anger.

"Gwen's song," someone said aloud before Gwen could put away the card, but it was too late for the first layer of the evoke...

Then the reader's voice is muffled.

"Okay?"

"Come on?"

"What did you say above?"

"Didn't say anything after that, well......"

“...“

The student took a respectful step back and glanced at Gwen with no uncomfortable expression. He had great respect for his classmates.

"The third floor... Quasi-lightning!" he said loudly, biting every syllable.

Some students are looking forward to the sweet words on the announcement, and they are already laughing. In an instant, their ridicule turned into serious concern.

There was a dangerous silence.

Gwen tucked the card into her skirt pocket and fled the scene.