Current Date: Year 24,991 | 10th Month Glacis(Month of Frost) | Winter (Season of Cold & Stillness) | Day 19.
A fresh new day dawned over the tranquil streets of Jakartha City.
Whoosh...
A soft breeze danced through the air as golden sunlight spilled across the cobblestone paths, casting long, warm rays into every corner of the peaceful neighborhood.
In the backyard of a modest yet lively home,
Clang!
Thud!
Whoosh!
Echoed faintly as Jack practiced his dagger techniques. His blade sliced the air with precise arcs, feet moving with honed rhythm across the stone tiles. Beads of sweat rolled down his brow, catching the morning light like liquid crystals. His form is sharp. His focus is unbreakable.
Each strike sang with quiet intensity.
Each step told the tale of months of discipline.
His aura pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat of growing strength.
Then
Click.
The backdoor opened, and Emma, his mother, stepped out, wearing her usual gentle smile, the morning light wrapping around her like a halo.
"Jack," she called softly, "breakfast is ready. Come inside and eat before you head to the Academy."
Jack exhaled slowly, lowering his dagger. A faint thing! as the blade touched its sheath.
He gave her a nod and wiped his forehead with a towel slung nearby. "Coming, Mom," he replied with a soft grin.
Inside, the smell of warm bread, sizzling eggs, and herbal tea greeted him like a comforting embrace. The table was set, sunlight pooling across the wooden surface. A moment of peace before the storm of the day.
Because today was no ordinary day.
Today marked the finale.the last day of the Academy's 6-month Production Class Course.
The course had officially ended yesterday, and now, elite representatives from the Alchemy Guild, Blacksmith Guild, and the Grand Production Hall had traveled all the way from Capital City to Jakartha Academy.
Their purpose? To recruit the best. To judge the future of countless students. And Jack was ready.
After breakfast, he quickly geared up, tightening his gloves, adjusting his belt, and placing a few vials into his satchel. His heart beat with calm anticipation
Thump… thump… thump.
In another part of the house, James and Emma also prepared for their day. With swords strapped and gear checked, they headed out toward the Adventurer Guild, ready to face another round of quests. Their footsteps are in sync, like wind and thunder.
Meanwhile, Sofia and Ava had plans of their own.
It had been a while since their last proper outing, so they decided today was market day. A bit of shopping, a bit of wandering, and maybe if they got lucky they could test one of Sofia's 'fruit juices' again.
The house hummed with life. Everyone went about their routine, yet a subtle excitement lingered in the air.
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As Jack arrived at the towering Academy gates, a sudden
Buzz….KZZT!
Rippled through the air.
BOOM!
A voice boomed from the sky, echoing across every corner of the campus through a powerful magic sound transmission device.
"Attention all students of Jakartha City's Academy! From today onwards, the 6-month Production Class Course has officially ended. All students who completed the course, please head to the Grand Hall to receive your official Production Class Certificate. Also, today is a special day. Representatives from the Alchemy Guild, Blacksmith Guild, and the Production Hall of our zone's Capital City have arrived to observe and recruit new talent. This is a rare and golden opportunity. If you are selected by any Guild or Hall, your future in the production path will be limitless!"
RUMBLE!
The campus erupted into motion.
A tide of students surged toward the Grand Hall, their expressions a mix of excitement, nervousness, and hope. Footsteps echoed, voices murmured, books rustled
Thud, thud, rustle, murmur…
Jack walked calmly, quietly, his sharp eyes observing the crowd. He blended into the flow, yet stood apart with his quiet confidence.
The Grand Hall loomed before them, its massive doors carved with ancient sigils of fire, metal, and creation. Inside, rows of seats stretched out beneath a crystal chandelier that pulsed with mana light. Guild banners hung along the high walls, and representatives in elegant robes and armor sat at the front like judges of fate.
Jack took a random seat, back straight, breath calm.
Then
DING!
A glowing transmagic device flared to life at the center stage.
"We will now begin announcing the students who completed the course."
One by one, names were called.
"Leena of the Alchemy Class!"
"Tarin, Blacksmith Class!"
"Kara, Dual Path – Alchemy & Enchanting!"
Each name echoed through the hall as students walked to the stage, collecting their certificates under the gaze of Guild Masters and instructors.
After dozens of names…
"Jack Production Class Student of Alchemy and Blacksmith Course!"
CRACK!
The glowing transmagic crystal flared with intensity as his name echoed through the Grand Hall.
For a split second, the entire hall fell into a heavy silence. It was as if the very air had stilled in reverence or disbelief.
All eyes turned toward a single figure rising calmly from the middle rows Jack.
His blue navy academy uniform fluttered slightly as he moved, the faint thud of his footsteps against the marble floor sounding louder than anyone else's before him. Not because of volume… but because of presence.
He walked with unshakable composure, eyes focused straight ahead, chin slightly raised not in arrogance, but in unwavering confidence.
As he ascended the stage.
CLACK!
CLACK…
CLACK!
His steps echoed with rhythm and clarity.
The instructor handed him the dual-class certificate, hands pausing for half a second longer than usual. The moment the parchment touched his fingers, a quiet hiss of mana could be felt acknowledging his attunement and mastery.
Then came the whispers.
"Wait… that's Jack?"
"He's the one who mastered both Alchemy and Blacksmithing?"
"Didn't he start from scratch… just six months ago?"
"No way. That level of talent is unnatural no… frightening."
Two students sitting near the front leaned toward each other.
"Wasn't he in the B Section of the class during the first month?" one whispered.
"Yeah," the other replied. "I remember the instructors said he good at every thing?"
Further back, a Blacksmith Guild representative narrowed his eyes, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"A dual-production prodigy and He at the peak aof Novice Master only step way reaching 2nd Star Apprentice Master… hmm. Rare. Very rare."
Meanwhile, the Alchemy Guild envoy, a woman in emerald robes adorned with crystal philters, leaned to her colleague.
"His mana signature… it's far denser than what a Novice should have. Did you notice that?" she murmured.
The man beside her nodded slowly. "He's not just gifted. He's super prodigy. In the right or wrong hands, a talent like that could shift production class balances. He definitely sour High in the sky in Samsara World"
Despite the growing storm of speculation and curiosity around him, Jack didn't flinch. He simply gave a respectful bow to the instructors, then turned and descended the stage as calmly as he had arrived.
His gaze swept over the crowd once not arrogantly, but with subtle intensity as if he were measuring the world just as it measured him.
Whoosh… Thud…
He returned to his seat and sat quietly, eyes closed for a moment, hands resting over the rolled certificate.
No celebration.
No prideful smirk.
Just focus.
To Jack, this wasn't an achievement.
It was just the beginning...
Even though someone like Jack Dual-Production Class and got their 6 months production class Academy Certificate But they don't reach Peak level of Novice Master stage like Jack. So you could say Jack is Genius & prodigy in production class and his production class path is limitless. Jack's Main Blessings of Devouring, He could assimilate memories of person he could Kill and take their memories of production class experience.
The announcement continued. More students received their certificates, and the ceremony rolled on until
DING!
The crystal device pulsed again.
"Now that all students have received their 6-month Production Course Certificate, you are now eligible to join either the Alchemy Guild, Blacksmith Guild, or the Production Hall. Students who are not pursuing Production Classes you may not need to join anu production Guilds or Production Hall."
Some students began to rise from their seats. The air lightened, like a sigh of relief.
But then…
KZZT! BOOM!
The magic transmission device flared suddenly, and a new voice cut through the chamber. This one was deeper, slower, and carried a strange weight.
"Oh… before you decide to join any Guild or Hall
there is one more thing you all need to know..."
The hall fell into complete silence. Even the representatives still. The atmosphere tensed, like the calm before a storm.
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To Be Continued…!!