Gwen sneeringly assessed the gathering of students and staff, and the whole thing felt like a cult. Around her, the line split into rows and stood in front of ten crystal balls. "Wake Up the Crystal" reminds her of the electricity meter she once saw on Castle Street.

These students have been affirmed by affinity, and they are being tested for their abilities in different schools of magic. The procedure is simple. A student stands in front of a stone and places his hand on the Siegel Sensing Crystal. The crystal expands its magical energy after completing the cycle, returning mana to the recipient. Regardless of the hieroglyphic type, the reaction of this indicator indicates the student's proficiency in the magic school.

At least that's her alternate self memory.

As far as she can remember, the official spell laws prioritize three factors that affect a mage's talent: their natural affinity for a particular magic school, the elements they adapt to, and finally, their innate wisdom to manipulate spells.

Any of these three can develop later in life, but with a limited lifespan and uncertain willpower, those born with a leader can easily rise to the top of the wizarding society.

As far as she knew, there were seven elementary spells: summoning, transfiguration, renunciation, incantation, divination, magic, and illusion. Each has its own specialty, and each exhibits a unique mystical phenomenon known as a "school". Other schools also exist, but all are unique in terms of ancestry, culture, and religious mythology.

"Oh my God, Gwen, I'm so nervous. Yue gripped Gwen's arm tightly, his strength comparable to that of a well-known koala, whose grip strength was many times greater than its body mass.

"What do you want to wake up?" Gwen awoke from a vertiginous memory. Witchcraft, magic schools, monsters, these mean nothing to her.

"Of course it's a summoning," Yue Xiao said. "The basic principle of all magic is firepower, then firepower, and finally more firepower!"

"That's great," Gwen replied blankly. "Firepower is for sure. ”

"When we're on a field trip, we can blow everything up with impunity!" Yue's expression was full of dreams and hope, and his face was full of enthusiasm.

"Field trips?"

“... You know, get out of the shield barrier and kick the ass ......"

"And then?"

"Fuck it!" Yue smiled, an evil expression on his face, most likely already dreaming of corpses flying through the air after a particularly intense fireworks display.

"Muscular idiots," a voice chime in next to them.

The speaker was a bronzed-skinned young man in a uniform that was too small. Her plaid skirt exposed her upper thighs, and they could see her bra strap clinging to the tight fabric of her white shirt. Her hair is dyed pink, although her natural color is a glamorous dark brown.

"What are you looking at?" snapped the girl.

Gwen felt a strange sense of déjà vu. That kind of sinister demeanor is almost lovely. She racks her brains until the cross-memories of the two lives merge together, revealing that the hot topic with the resting bitface is Deborah.

Oh my God, Gwen said silently. Deborah Jones!so sad - it brought her back! As far as she remembers, Deborah was the leader of a faction that the eggheads called "idiots" and "Spice Girls" by the boys. She had been friends with Gwen in elementary school, but their friendship grew estranged with the onset of adolescence. In her past life, Deborah was obsessed with Gwen because they were both the same height, even taller than the late-maturing boys. After Gwen's parents divorced, Deborah was no longer a priority.

"Debbie—" Gwen began, but Yue was far ahead of her.

"I bet you'll wake up at a prostitute school......" Yue said rudely. Her eyes scanned Deborah's shameful uniform. "Slut. ”

Gwen looked at Xiao Yue dumbfounded. It was only now that she remembered that Yue was a mad dog when she talked about cat fights. This petite Asian girl has a temperament like forty grains of sandpaper. She is not a talker when it comes to insults. Her hot temperament and dirty mouth are only worthy of her boobs.

"My uncle and my father are both shapeshifters," Deborah retorted effortlessly. "What about yours, the Magic Specialized Ship, and people like you should return to your hometown. ”

"This stupid Gervello......" Yue put a string of unwelcome half-Chinese half-English syllables, "I will wake up like a kindler and burn your whole house on fire." ”

She might be able to do it. Gwen sweated nervously. Damn Xiaoyue, you're so scary!

"You chicks are going to start pulling their hair and their shirts?"

Another voice came from beside them.

It was a completely forgotten boy, an acquaintance of Xiao Yue from the same elementary school, a face you never bothered to talk to in the car. His eyes wandered between the two girls. As he stared at Gwen dumbfounded, her gaze made him reluctant to say the next word.

"Fuck off you loser. Deborah frowned.

"Come on, everyone, keep walking here. A county magistrate walked in from among them. "I understand that you are all nervous, but don't forget your humility and politeness as a student of Black Thorn. ”

"Good luck," Gwen pondered as she listened to the county magistrate's words. Blackwater is a public school. Aside from a campus overlooking the port in Sydney's industrial area, there is nothing special about the signs. Most of the time, there is a faint smell of fish on campus.

"Fuck you," Yue added energetically before turning to leave. The boy's eyes met the county magistrate, who shrugged.

Gwen Yue watched as the students approached the podium, their legs trembling, their fingers trembling, their hands resting on the crystals.

A flash of blurry color indicates the similarity between the magic school and the elements, followed by the students registering their IDs after a brief eye with the teacher.

Deborah's name appears, and she walks towards Crystal. One can see that despite her shouting, her well-exposed stalk still trembles with anxious anticipation.

The surfer girl put her hand on the crystal and waited. From Gwen's ignorant perspective, a glow seeped through Deborah's hands that seeped into her body. It then circulates through the crystals, making the stone glow. After a while, the glass at the top of the installation shone with an englyph marking the Transfiguration School, its soft brown halo indicating the affinity of the earth.

Deborah signed with relief, but she was still a little disappointed that she was not as talented as her father had expected. She wants the school of summoners or magicians to be a shining star on the battlefield, a fury full of power and fury.

"It's your turn, little man. Deborah looked at Xiaoyue before stepping down from the platform.

"What a nuisance," Yue said angrily, trying to hide the demons that were raging in her chest.

"Good luck. Gwen's own heart pounded, and she beat her chest, breathing faster, and blushing. Judging from the information she has been able to gather so far, this test of awakening is a very important moment.

Here came a few more students.

When it was Xiao Yue's turn, she walked to the top of the platform and put her hand on the designated crystal. The same light enveloped her tiny body, and Yue squirmed as the mana finished circulating. When the light returned, it turned a blazing ochre, bright enough to illuminate half of the auditorium.

The collective gasp of the assembly.

"Summoned with a high-level shooting talent!" one of the instructors exclaimed in disbelief. "At least level 4 affinity!"

The news is both popular and eye-catching for walkers of the black acacia tree. In general, only having the bloodline of generations of mages with the same style is more likely to produce high affinity talents. Those who are related are often married, generating more chances of giving birth to offspring who have a stronger sympathy for a school or an element.

As far as everyone knows, Yue is an immigrant who often escapes World of Warcraft. For Gwen, the shock was twofold, as she knew that Yue's mother was a pseudonym. Her friend's shared legacy is what caused such a sensation for her, does Yue's awakening mean the rise of the house in the future?

Observing Xiao Yue's starry appearance seems to have triggered another round of anxiety in Gwen's heart. She was glad she only had a slice of toast for breakfast.

The room erupted in applause. Yue looked at the red-faced Deborah triumphantly, and Deborah quickly left to speak to her coordinator.

Yue's Tinder affinity inferred that with enough training, her Tinder spells would become cheaper and more powerful. Although not exactly at the lower level of the star, if Yue makes her a mage or mage level, her spells will be more powerful, more effective, and appear faster than her peers. As for her future, her greatest advantage is that summoning mages can hunt monsters from the start. For Yue, the future is bright.

"Congratulations, Xiaoyue!" Gwen was happy for her friend, but she found herself squeezed aside by the students and instructors surrounding the newly crowned Flame Queen.

"Next!"

"The Awakener, Level 1 Water. ”

"Oh God, please give me another chance! I don't want to be a firefighter......"

"Take him away!"

"Next!"

"Give up, first-class earth!"

"Next!"

"No response! I'm sorry. ”

"No!"

"Next!"

"Transfiguration, Level 2 Air!

"Yes! exactly what I wanted!"

"Congratulations, buddy!"

"Cheers!"

"Summon!"

"Divination!"

"Summon!"

"Magic!

"Oh my God!"

The crowd murmured congratulations to the new magician. Once the magicians find their acquaintances, they become very powerful. In a place with as much water as the shores of Sydney, water magicians can go far.

Gwen felt another irritation, peeling off the lining of her stomach. Based on her alter ego, one's magical elementary school determines the most synergistic school that a spellcaster can use. Training a person's second school requires painstaking repetition, and only those who are talented, experienced, and fortunate enough to survive mortal battles have a chance to master a school outside of the first.

In a school, most of the mages are between levels 1 and 5 and are satisfied with the paid jobs offered by many institutions in the state. After all, not everyone's life is in danger. The world outside the city may be full of monsters, but behind the barrier shield of people, they can live in relative peace.

"Gwen's song," a voice called, which sounded like a death knell to Gwen.

The moment of truth, Gwen muttered to herself.

She walked over to the platform and put her hand on the crystal.

"Relax," the teacher advised.

Relax, Gwen thought, I don't even know what I'm doing.

Gwen's hand touched the cold stone. In an instant, she felt like she was about to collapse. Her wet sweat stuck her blouse to her pale skin. She didn't know what was going to happen, and her heart felt as if it was going to close itself.

Gwen acted willfully, but her body ignored her own command, and any mental synapses that emanated from her body were completely outside her mental range.

"Don't be nervous, keep your hands on the crystal," the teacher ordered.

Gwen grabbed the crystal with her vague, trembling fingers.

Mana shook her hand like a static impact, and it moved blazing through her arms and body, invading her spine and filling her veins with molten lead. Her world seemed to expand, her consciousness surrounding the room, extending beyond her body's ego. She saw mystical symbols representing different genres in her mind, each cognitive illusion created by her magically infused mind, made by ingrained knowledge to make sense of the meaningless, to visualize the incomprehensible.

Mana coiled and flowed, connecting her astral form with her body.

Summon, summon, summon, hurry! Gwen's deepest wish is to stay with Xiao Yue until she can figure out the world on her own.

Then a bright signal bloomed in her mind.

Glittering.

But Gwen didn't know what these visions meant.

Then another signal sounded.

A bright and dazzling beacon.

What the hell does that mean? Gwen hissed in frustration. Do I touch it? or talk to it? Won't anyone ask me if I need power, what if she has to go to another school? Gryffindor! Not Slytherin!

Another shade, this time blue, again a bright orange, purple fuchsia, lilac lilac

The signals were now incomprehensible, and they seemed to merge into an accelerated crystal light, brighter than anything Gwen had ever seen.

The colors blur and become halos, a twin world of light and darkness. Right at the beginning of it, light and darkness parted. There were now two blurred figures standing side by side.

What the hell is going on? Gwen tried to position herself in the wonders of light. What the hell did I wake up to? Some weird new school? I'd better not wake up to something weird! A kidnapping by a government agency in less than 24 hours is the worst thing in the world.

Gwen opened her eyes and searched for her mentor. Perhaps he could provide some guidance on her kinship.

"Oh my God!"

"Okay!

"I can believe it!"

"Why God? Why not me!!"

The room was full of excitement.

Not for Gwen though.

Gwen's teacher looked at her colorless crystal.

"Uh..."

"We have a biological cancer!" someone screamed in affirmation. "Elvis Presley can enter the positive energy layer!"

From the other side of the auditorium, a green glow faded, and the student's body huddled around a little girl who was shorter than Xiao Yueyue. From her timid gesture and gentle face, Gwen recognized the girl as Elvis Lindholm.

The bookish blonde girl had always been the kind of person who couldn't see, but now her presence mesmerized the audience.

A biological cancer.

The Clergy is a rare bird in the woods of any neck, as it requires both affinity for the summoning and magic school. But it must be noted that it has a positive essential characteristic. Elvis Presley, who has been made special by a twist of fate, has become a cherished class of individuals that exists outside of the social class, as there is always a shortage of healers at the border.

"Oh, happy day!" the headmaster snorted loudly. "Congratulations! Miss Lindholm!"

There hasn't been a natural therapist in the school for almost a decade. Having a healer like Elvis Presley means that Black Thorn will be backed by funding. The government will have to hire an expert to teach her, and the education department will have to provide the best. A school has two therapists, a teacher, and a combination of students! They are almost the envy of other schools in the district! Often, only selective schools train mystery healers. A regular school nurse is just a quasi-clergy trained in the use of medicated gels and syringes with potions.

Back in the real world, Gwen's teacher faces her with an embarrassed and apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry Gwen. ”

Her crystals had a transparent glow that was brighter than any obvious color.

"Your affinity is low...... "The man said and, I don't see the signal or the elemental ......"

What? What do you mean you can't see the signal? I see them! I see them all! those wriggling, bug-like mystical imprints, right? Things that look like hieroglyphs combine into the Hebrew alphabet.

"It's weird, but it's not unheard of," the teacher continued, saying that we are all different. ”

An unpopular order from an instructor is like a death sentence.

Gwen felt a terrible premonition, like a lifted guillotine, hanging over the nape of her neck, shivering with cold.

"Well, the transparent aura shows that you can enter the plane and teleport mana," the instructor said in a reassuring tone, but you don't seem to have any affinity. I'm afraid you have what we call an empty base. ”

Isn't it a synergy?Gwen searched in her fleeting memory impulses.

After a while, her anxiety, which had been controlled by curiosity, struck her with a deadly force, as if she had received a concussive blow. Gwen had to lean back on the pedestal to stay steady.

Synergy is a matter of how quickly a mage progresses in school. It also determines the variability of hybrid magic, which mages master when choosing their second, and eventually third, school. Low synergy means low mana conversion efficiency. No matter how hard Gwen trains, she will fall far behind those who are talented.

"Be careful. The coach grabbed Gwen by the shoulder.

A flood of memories struck her consciousness. Her family was still struggling with a chaotic separation, and her father was a useless waster of space. Her mother had expected Gwen to wake up in something rare.

What is this ridiculous plot twist? What are the difficulties of her rebirth? As much as she tries as hard as she can, the powerful force of conditional biochemistry firmly grips her trembling body.

Isn't she supposed to be subdued?Why isn't everyone yelling that she's the girl who lives??

Gwen looked at her teacher dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry Gwen," the man repeated with a sympathetic expression, but it looked like you were just an ordinary mage. ”