Today, my schedule is light
'I only have Engineering class and Zen Meditation.'
Engineering is fairly straightforward, focusing on the application of magical theory in constructs and tools.
But Zen Meditation, on the other hand, is one of the most crucial classes for any mage and is join by all the mage through Class A Till Class D.
Unlike physical combat classes, which emphasize raw strength and reflexes, this class is designed to refine a mage's control over their own mind.
Zen Meditation is a mandatory course for all mages at the academy. However, those who rely on both magic and physical combat, like magic swordsmen, are exempt.
Their fighting style doesn't demand the same level of unwavering mental discipline as a pure mage.
For a swordsman, instinct and reaction times take priority over deep focus. But for a mage, the mind is everything.
The stronger and sharper one's focus, the stronger and more refined their spells become.
A mage's ability to cast spells depends entirely on their mental clarity and concentration.
The process of shaping mana into magic is delicate any lapse in focus could cause a spell to backfire, weaken, or completely fizzle out.
Beginners often need incantations, hand gestures, or even external catalysts like wands or staves to help guide their magic.
But a true master can cast a spell with nothing more than a single thought. No chants, no gestures just pure, instantaneous execution.
Reaching that level of mastery requires years of rigorous training, which is why Zen Meditation is so important.
It teaches mages how to clear their minds of distractions, control their emotions, and enter a state of complete mental stillness where magic flows as naturally as breathing.
A moment of hesitation or an unstable mind could mean the difference between a successful spell and a dangerous misfire.
In battle, even a split second of lost concentration could be fatal.
Mastering the mind is the first step to mastering magic.
"Calm your mind," the instructor's voice was steady and firm, yet carried an almost hypnotic rhythm.
"Let go of your thoughts. Let them drift away like leaves on a quiet stream. The world around you is nothing but air, empty and weightless. Do not dwell on your worries, do not cling to your fears simply exist in this moment, here and now."
Mister Lamberg Rick, our instructor for this class, was an older man with sharp eyes that seemed to peer straight into your soul. He carried himself with the air of someone who had spent a lifetime mastering his craft. His presence alone commanded stillness.
From what I've heard, he is called "The Berserker" not because of any reckless rage, but because of what happened during the demon attack on the Elven Kingdom.
The story goes that a Chaos monster one of those twisted abominations born from the depths of the void ripped a child apart right in front of him.
Something in him snapped.
What followed wasn't just a counterattack, it was an annihilation.
He didn't stop at the monster that committed the atrocity. No, he slaughtered the entire Chaos battalion.
It wasn't a battle it was a massacre.
Witnesses say his mana surged wildly, his body moving with a terrifying, inhuman force.
Blood soaked the earth, screams filled the air, but he fought like a man possessed, as if vengeance itself had taken human form.
By the time it was over, the battlefield was silent.
Not a single Chaos entity remained.
The other knights stood frozen, watching as he stood amidst the carnage, breathing heavily, his eyes hollow.
From that day forward, they called him
"The Berserker."
A name spoken with both admiration and fear.
ring!!ring!!
Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
"Class is dismissed"
As I gathered my things, my mind drifted toward a pressing issue my financial situation.
If I was going to buy a mana contract, I needed money, and I needed it fast. Fortunately, I already had a plan in mind.
I planned to obtain a rare artifact, one that, in the game, had been fairly easy to acquire.
It was part of an optional side quest, one that most players ignored but rewarded those who paid attention.
The quest involved finding the grave of the Ron family a medium-tier mage family that had fallen into obscurity.
In the game, the Ron family had requested Luxer, the protagonist, to help recover their lost inheritance.
The process was simple: travel to the family's ancestral grave, retrieve the key, return it to the Ron family, and join them in unlocking their hidden vault and They give you a rare item.
But if the player ignored the quest, every single member of the Ron family would be dead by the time the story progressed.
That's why I knew this was my opportunity.
I had done some research using the internet, scanning old records, and even digging through Wikipedia pages about the Ron family.
The results confirmed my suspicions the entire Ron bloodline had perished two hundred years ago. That meant no one had ever retrieved their inheritance.
Which meant… the treasure should still be there.
And soon.
"it would be mine."
I made my way to the head office to get permission to leave the academy grounds.
Since students were allowed limited excursions into the city, getting approval wasn't too difficult.
After signing a few documents and listening to the usual warnings about safety outside the academy, I was finally free to go.
'My destination Helmert City.'
I headed straight for the train station and hopped onto the mana train, a sleek, magically powered locomotive that connected major cities with high speed travel.
The train ride itself was about an hour long, giving me enough time to go over my plan.
In the game, the Ron Family's inheritance was hidden in a graveyard on the outskirts of Helmert City, located inside an abandoned church.
The graveyard itself was massive, overgrown with weeds and covered in an eerie mist even during the day.
But my objective was simple find the grave that bore the name Igrus Levis.
This name wasn't just random; it held deep significance.
Igrus Levis was actually the alias of the Old Primarch of the Ron family, a powerful mage who had once live In The Golden era of magic before chaos arrive.
The reason he adopted this name? His deceased wife, Igrus, whom he loved so much that he took on her name as his own.
Most people in the game never knew this connection, but I did. And it was precisely this knowledge that would lead me to the key of the Ron family's lost inheritance.
I leaned back in my seat, watching the scenery blur past through the train window.
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As I stepped off the train, I took a moment to take in the sight before me. Helmert City was a stark contrast to the medieval style architecture of the academy.
Here, towering mid-sized buildings lined the streets, their surfaces plastered with massive digital billboards glowing with vibrant colors. Neon signs flickered atop shops, and vehicles powered by mana engines hovered smoothly along the roads.
"Wow.."
For a moment, I stood there, mesmerized. It was like stepping into a scene straight out of a cyberpunk movie a blend of old-world magic and modern technology seamlessly intertwined.
I almost lost focus.
'No, stay on track.' Shaking my head, I redirected my attention to the task at hand.
I checked my map, making sure I was heading in the right direction, and began moving toward my destination the old church on the outskirts of the city.
The route was just as I remembered from the game.
Weaving through narrow alleyways, cutting across quiet streets, and avoiding heavily crowded areas, I followed the exact path that led to the abandoned church.
The deeper I went, the less lively the city became, until finally, I found myself staring at a worn down, decrepit structure.
The Church of Amoreia.
The building stood in eerie solitude, its wooden doors slightly ajar as if inviting me inside.
The once grand walls were covered in vines, and the stained glass windows were cracked, though they still held faint traces of their former beauty.
"Well This is it."
I stepped inside cautiously.
Rows of old wooden benches lined the main hall, dust settled thickly on them, untouched for what seemed like decades.
At the far end of the room, bathed in soft moonlight streaming through the broken ceiling, stood a marble statue of "Amoreia, the Goddess of Love and Fertility."
Despite being in a graveyard, the atmosphere inside felt oddly… serene.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
"Now, to find the grave."
As I stepped out into the graveyard, the crisp night air sent a slight chill down my spine.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting pale silver light over the countless tombstones stretching before me.
A sea of names and dates, long forgotten souls buried beneath the earth.
{mary lov london}
{Clicken lon}
{joyoma pon}
I walked carefully through the rows of graves, my boots crunching softly against the overgrown grass.
My eyes scanned each tombstone, searching for the name I knew would be here.
Then, I found it.
{Igrus Levis.}
In the game, finding his grave had been a tedious task, requiring the player to travel across multiple locations, gather fragmented information from old teammates and distant family members, piecing together the puzzle of his resting place.
But for me, I had the knowledge beforehand.
This was it.
I sighed, glancing around to make sure no one was watching.
Then, with a reluctant shrug, I dropped to my knees and began digging.
"…I guess this makes me a grave robber now, sigh!"
The thought made me pause for a moment. Just a few weeks ago, I was living a normal life. And now? I was out here, desecrating an old hero's grave in the dead of night for personal gain.
"Well, shit. Ain't I fallen so far?" I muttered under my breath.
Pushing the thought aside, I continued digging, my fingers growing sore as the dirt piled up beside me.
Finally, after what felt like forever, my hand hit something solid.
"finally , A coffin."
I pried it open, the wood creaking from age. Inside, instead of a fully preserved body, only decayed remnants remained time had long since claimed the flesh.
But amidst the dust and bones, something stood out.
A necklace and a key.
It glowed faintly under the moonlight, intricate runes carved into the metal.
It looked far more valuable than I had expected.
"Oh? What is this?" I murmured, reaching out.
But the moment my fingers brushed against the cold metal—
A sharp jolt ran through my body.
My vision blurred.
My limbs went numb.
A strange sensation washed over me, like my consciousness was slowly… slipping away.
I tried to pull my hand back, but my body wouldn't respond.
The world around me faded.
Darkness swallowed me whole.
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