Magic Academy Mayhem: A Class Full of Maniacs - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

St. Novis Academy of Magic, the top institution on the Silva Continent, was the Empire’s pride and a divine miracle countless mages longed for.

At this moment, a drama was unfolding in this noble academy…
“Tsk. As a direct descendant of Valensidra, and you’re actually the most worthless low sequence.”

“Seriously, the heavens really did choose a natural-born loser, hahaha.”

“Exactly. She used her identity as the Duke’s Daughter to cause trouble everywhere, so this is just karma!”

The summer wind carried the heat with it, and even the breeze seemed to burn.

The surroundings were a noisy mess. In the center of the crowd, a red-haired girl stood with her head lowered, face blank, as if her soul had been drained away, leaving her deathly silent.

“Cynthia, our engagement is over! I hope you know some shame from now on and stop bothering me.”

The first thing Cynthia heard after her consciousness cleared was such an unpleasant line.

She lifted her eyes and glanced toward the source of the voice.

In an instant, a blond young man in a black school uniform came into view.

The moment she recognized his face, the memories of the body’s original owner came flooding back like a tide.

Countless fragments of memory poured into her mind in a bizarre rush. Cynthia’s lips curled.

Fine. So the transmigration method had leveled up too.

One second she had been asleep; the next, she’d landed in the middle of an engagement-breaking face-slapping scene. And she was… the disposable cannon-fodder villainess getting slapped in the face.

Seeing that Cynthia still didn’t answer, the blond boy in front of her frowned. “Was the etiquette teacher at the Ducal Mansion incompetent, or are you so rotten that you’re beyond saving? Did being judged a waste break your brain too? Can’t even answer when someone speaks to you?”

Cynthia was already annoyed. Being yelled at like this only made her even more irritated.

She raised a hand and pressed her aching temple. “Classmate Abel, can you shut your filthy mouth? It’s really obnoxious.”

The moment those words landed, the entire place fell into dead silence.

Every gaze turned in their direction, and the way they looked at Cynthia was no different from the way they’d look at a lunatic.

“Oh, right…” Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Cynthia remained completely unfazed. She lazily looked the young man in front of her up and down with open disdain.

Her tone was casual and mocking. “My manners are only for people. As for freaks who are neither human nor beast, isn’t it common knowledge that they don’t deserve respect?”

The girl’s long red hair, like blooming roses, fell over her shoulders. Her features were cool and exquisite, a faint mole resting at the corner of her eye. Her pale golden phoenix eyes were calm and still, carrying a detached coldness.

Though her expression was cool and somewhat lazy, there was no trace of the dead emptiness from before.

Because of her unusual behavior, the onlookers erupted into a commotion, everyone talking at once as if they were watching a comedy.

When had Abel, as a prince, ever suffered such humiliation?

His pressure dropped instantly. Magic power began to churn around him, and the look in his eyes as he stared at Cynthia shifted from disgust to killing intent. His voice was full of malice. “Are you really crazy, or are you just tired of living and looking for death?”

Clearly, he had no intention of letting this go. A ball of magical flame gathered in his hand. The friend standing beside him hurried to stop him and whispered, “Your Highness, if you make a move on the first day of school, you’ll be punished!”

The others quickly chimed in. “Yeah, Your Highness, don’t lower yourself to argue with that lunatic. She’s just a worthless clown. It won’t be long before she’s kicked out of the academy.”

Academy Rule 1692 stated that fighting was forbidden on campus. Any violators would be punished according to the circumstances.

The one who struck first could, if the offense was serious enough, be forcibly expelled. Even royal family members were no exception.

Under his friends’ persuasion, Abel endured it again and again, and in the end, he still withdrew his magic.

He looked coldly at the girl in front of him and sneered, “A worthless low sequence like you can only bark. Let’s hope you can still be this arrogant at the Freshman Competition a month from now.”

“And I hope a guy whose IQ is on par with a low-level slime can stay this unlucky forever.” Cynthia flashed him a very friendly gesture. “I approve the engagement breakup. Let’s end this disgusting black history here, got it, idiot?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer, turning and walking away.

Her figure gradually disappeared from view, and Abel’s expression grew darker and darker.

She actually agreed to break off the engagement…

Heh. Just to get his attention, she’d really gone to greater and greater lengths. What a clumsy, laughable tactic.

Abel let out a cold snort and swept his sleeves as he left.
The students who had witnessed the entire exchange looked at one another in bewilderment.

After a long while, someone finally said, “Did she go insane because she couldn’t accept the fact that she’s useless? How dare she speak to the Crown Prince like that?”

“Probably… Though, to be fair, she’s always been pretty crazy.”

“…” The others fell silent, unable to come up with a rebuttal.

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The lunatic they were talking about was currently crouched in a deserted corner.

Cynthia genuinely felt as if she had been set up.

She could not understand how taking a nap had somehow landed her inside a book.

And of all things, she had transmigrated into a trashy, unfinished, wish-fulfillment Western fantasy magic novel!

The novel could be summed up in one sentence: the male lead, Abel, leveled up, fought monsters, and ultimately won both the throne and the beauties. A story as clichéd as they came.

The reason she called it unfinished was because, near the end, the author had seemingly lost the will to keep writing. At the grand finale, they suddenly introduced some so-called dark force and wiped out the entire protagonist team…

Ten years after their deaths, this continent had plunged into endless war and an invasion by a mysterious power.

That was the final ending.

As for the original owner of this body, she had only been cannon fodder. Once the engagement annulment plot was over, she vanished from the story without a trace.

Which meant Cynthia had no way of knowing what sort of ending awaited her.

Of course, compared to whether or not she would get some ending, what she cared about more right now was… where had the original owner’s soul gone? And what would happen to her own body back on Blue Star after it lost its soul?

Questions surged through her mind one after another. Just as irritation began to rise in Cynthia’s chest, a voice sounded in her sea of consciousness.

“In your original world, you already died suddenly.”

Nothing could be more alarming than suddenly transmigrating, so when faced with this bizarre voice, Cynthia’s emotions barely rippled. She asked calmly, “Who are you?”

The other party replied quickly, his voice deep and indifferent. “What you humans call a Sequence God.”

Cynthia fell silent.

Although that statement sounded painfully abstract and melodramatic, in this world’s setting, gods did indeed exist.

Humans blessed by the gods usually awakened at the age of sixteen, becoming mages and obtaining their own sequence.

Of course, a very small number of people could awaken early. Generally, such people were called-geniuses.

Ranks 0 to 108 were the Divine Sequence, while 109 to 622 were the Spirit Sequence.

The higher a sequence ranked, the higher the status of the god it corresponded to, and the greater its power.

An awakened person’s innate talent was also affected by their sequence.

The original owner had been assigned the lowest and most worthless sequence in history: Sequence 622. Evaluation: waste category.

Because no mage with Sequence 622 had ever appeared on the continent before, and because for the past thousand years, the direct bloodline of the Valensidra Family had always maintained Divine Sequence rankings within the top ten and had never produced anyone of the Spirit Sequence, the original owner had become the target of universal ridicule.

Could this guy who had suddenly appeared really be the original owner’s Sequence God?

Cynthia asked tentatively, “What happened to the original owner of this body?”

The man’s voice came from her sea of consciousness, carrying a trace of careless indifference. “Original owner or not, what does it matter? Right now, you are her, and she is you.

“The fact that a foreign soul from another world, one that was about to dissipate, could cross the boundary, retain self-awareness, and take control of this body is because she willingly fell into slumber and handed her body over to you.”

Now that someone was answering her questions, Cynthia naturally pressed on. “Then what was the novel I read? And why did she choose me, of all people?”

The Sequence God said, “When she awakened her sequence talent, a flaw appeared in the rules, allowing her to glimpse a thread of fate.

“The web novel you read was also transmitted across worlds by her using a forbidden art she glimpsed through that thread of fate, despite the backlash. Although the worldlines are the same, the so-called male lead is not a child of destiny, merely a projected point of view.

“She had originally planned to summon you two years later, but who would have thought you would suddenly drop dead? She had no choice but to move the plan ahead… You can understand your transmigration as her doing. As for why she chose you, you would have to ask her yourself, not me.”

“…”

Cynthia lowered her eyes, hiding every emotion within them.

The idea that a “fictional world” was actually a real plane existing in a parallel spacetime was already an old trope. She knew that, and she could understand it.

…But what kind of fate had a dignified Duke’s Daughter seen to make such an extreme choice as summoning a soul from another world to replace herself?