Magic Academy Mayhem: A Class Full of Maniacs - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Although Cynthia had inherited the original owner’s memories, everything related to the awakening itself was blank.

Why the original owner had made that choice, and whatever had to do with the so-called threads of fate, seemed to have been deliberately erased. No matter how hard Cynthia tried, she couldn’t remember a thing…

The novel she had seen contained very little about the original Cynthia Valensidra, either.

Aside from recording her melodramatic life as the Duke’s Daughter of one of the four great families – unloved since childhood, only to awaken the lowest sequence when she came of age and have her engagement broken – there was nothing else.

Since she couldn’t remember, Cynthia simply stopped trying.

Not everything needed an answer before it could be considered over.

But there was one thing she couldn’t understand. “If you know everything, and you’re her Sequence God, why didn’t you stop her?”

The Sequence God was silent for a moment before saying, “It was her own choice. Why would I stop her?”

That answer left Cynthia with nothing to say.

The Sequence God said coolly, “She placed a forbidden seal on her own soul. On top of that, she suffered backlash for defying the rules. In this lifetime, she will most likely never awaken. If you are willing, live on using her identity.”

Cynthia asked in return, “And if I’m not willing?”

According to this person… this god, her past self had already died suddenly. It was only because the original owner had chosen and summoned her soul as it dispersed that she had been able to extend her life. So if she refused… would that mean death?

The Sequence God quickly confirmed her guess. “Naturally, you will be reduced to ashes and scattered into nothingness. You may try it if you like.”

Cynthia: …

After thinking it over for 0.0001 seconds, she smiled. “I was joking. I am extremely willing.”

Forget it.

She couldn’t go back anyway. It wasn’t as if she could choose to die.

She was an orphan. No matter where she was, she was alive all the same.

Besides, even if she hadn’t suddenly died, that decaying body of hers would have eventually died within a year from blood bane or cancer…

Whatever the original owner’s goal had been, at least for now, Cynthia, this soul from another world, was the one benefiting.

As if he had known this would be her answer all along, the Sequence God’s attitude didn’t change. He spoke in the tone of someone issuing a notice. “Gods cannot interfere in mortal affairs. This connection channel, opened by coincidence, will close in thirty seconds.

“Human, let me give you a piece of advice. If you wish to survive smoothly, you must reach the realm of Saint Magus within ten years.”

Cynthia’s eyelid twitched. “…Are you serious?”

Mages were divided into ten major realms.

Apprentice, Beginner, Intermediate, and Advanced Mage.

After that came Grand Mage → Magus → Grand Magus → Saint Magus → Origin → and finally, God of Magic.

Each realm was further divided into nine stars.

The Silva Continent had a population of ten billion. Even at its peak, the number of people who could reach the Saint Magus realm made up less than two percent.

And he wanted her to reach that realm within ten years?

With the talent of Sequence 622?

Was he kidding?

The other party gave no further response. The so-called channel had probably closed…

Cynthia felt a little helpless.

She had never considered giving up entirely. All she could do was try her best.

Suddenly, a flower resembling a rose-shaped gemstone appeared at the center of her soul.

A Spirit Weapon bestowed by a god…

It was essentially a lifelong partner bound to a mage.

As long as its master did not die, it would exist forever.

Perhaps because she had merged with the original owner’s memories, Cynthia instinctively knew what it was.

She summoned it with her mind, and the Spirit Weapon appeared before her in its twin-blade form: two crescent blades engraved with rose patterns.

They were different from ordinary curved blades. They were longer and more slender, and their arcs weren’t very pronounced. Their overall color was silvery white, with rose patterns adorning the blades, giving them an eerie yet enchanting quality.

Cynthia was satisfied with this weapon form.

But… what exactly was Sequence 622’s exclusive ability?

If a Spirit Weapon was the lifelong partner of a sequence holder after awakening, then a sequence’s exclusive ability was the additional power a mage gained after awakening.

Curious, Cynthia silently recited the soul incantation according to what she remembered from ancient texts.

Soon, a line of complex ancient runes appeared before her.

Translated, it read: Illusory Transformation (freely switch between five forms: twin blades, magic scepter, scythe blade, Seven-Star Chain Whip, bow and arrow).

Cynthia tried controlling it with her mind, and sure enough, the twin blades transformed into the other four weapons.

Known abilities included summoning, prophecy, amplification, purification… and over a hundred others… but she had never heard of anyone whose sequence ability was changing the form of their weapon.

Was this considered lucky or unlucky?

Cynthia hoped it was the former.
At the same time, the ancient bell rang.

The academy’s announcement spread throughout the entire campus through magical broadcast.

[Departments and team assignments have been completed. All freshmen, please report to the core campus area before ten o’clock to collect your spirit cards, uniforms, and school emblems.]
St. Novis Academy of Magic was reserved for the nobility. Only a tiny handful of exceptionally gifted commoners could be admitted as special exceptions.

Enrollment lasted six years.

The academy was divided into five major divisions.

They were: Star Track, Myriad Forms, Tinglan, Tianxuan, and Moon Soul.

A new student’s division and team were assigned according to the results of their personal assessment-in other words, their sequence and attributes.

Once the assignment was made, it could not be changed for the next six years.

During that period, students could not withdraw of their own accord, either. And anyone expelled from the academy for violating the rules would be regarded by the world as a rebel. To put it simply, they would become an existence even more lowly than a slave…

Cynthia sighed, pushed away her wandering thoughts, and stood. After brushing the dead leaves from her clothes, she followed the rules and headed toward the central district.

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Dragging her heavy mood along with her, she arrived at the core area of the academy’s main campus.

Under the various gazes people kept casting her way, Cynthia successfully collected her uniform, school emblem, and Spirit Card.

Moon Soul Academy’s uniform consisted of a white shirt paired with either a skirt or dress pants, with a magic robe worn over it-an outer layer that fit the image of a mage perfectly.

The overall color was a deep black, accented with gold-red thread and patterns. Magical runes were embroidered on the tie, while the crescent-moon badge made of silver crystal was the unique symbol of Moon Soul Academy. As a whole, it was exquisite without appearing overly elaborate.

As for the Spirit Card, it was basically the equivalent of a modern ID card and bank card combined.

It used real-name registration, and every student had to link it to their personal information and payment account.

Beyond that, it was also a communication magic tool similar to a tablet. It had access to the campus network-in simple terms, even in this world, you could still surf the internet.

After she bound the Spirit Card through facial recognition, it automatically transformed into a Light Screen about the size of a tablet.

Not only would it automatically follow its owner, it could also hide or appear according to the owner’s will. Because of that, there was no risk of losing it, which was very convenient.

Cynthia tapped open the division column.

Moon Soul Academy.

In the novel, Abel had been assigned to Tianxuan Academy, and the story’s point of view mostly stayed over there, so Cynthia did not know much about this division.

Her gaze moved down.

The moment she opened the team column, she discovered that the locations of her four teammates were all nearby.

At the same time, a clear, gentle boyish voice sounded beside her.

“Hello there, new teammate~”

Cynthia turned her eyes to the side, and a silver-haired boy immediately came into view.

Their gazes met. The boy bent slightly and extended his hand to her first.

His voice was soft and lingering, curling warmly into the heart. “I am Richter Delches. I have long heard of your reputation, my lady. It is an honor to become your teammate.”

His moonlight-silver hair slipped down along the line of his shoulder as he bowed.

His especially beautiful phoenix eyes were a clear ice-blue, with a faint flush of pale crimson around them, like red plum blossoms soaked in melted frost and snow, adding an inexplicable touch of tenderness.

Although the original host’s reputation in the capital was famously not very good, anyone could say the polite thing. Cynthia smiled faintly, reached out, and shook his hand, replying with proper courtesy, “The honor is mine as well.”

Richter’s smile deepened. He pointed to the left. “The location marker shows our other three teammates are over there. Shall we go together?”

“Mm.” She would have to meet them sooner or later anyway, so Cynthia did not refuse.
Five minutes later.

All five gathered in a pavilion.

Cynthia quietly sized them up.

The girl seated on the left had extremely pale light-green hair, and her bluish-green eyes were like spring emerging as the last traces of winter faded.

Her waist-length hair was tied with a plain white ribbon into a single side braid that rested over her shoulder. Her skin was snow-white, and her features were delicate and otherworldly, like a fairy from a painting. Her long lashes were half lowered, and the expression on her face was faint, cool, and weary.

The young man seated on the right, meanwhile, was lazily leaning against a white jade chair. His hair color was very unusual-silver strands highlighted with gray-blue.

His long hair was casually tied back with a ribbon.

His profile was cold and refined, and his silver-gray eyes carried no emotion at all. With his legs crossed, his posture was languid, carrying a trace of casual ease amid his noble bearing.

As for the black-haired, red-eyed guy in the corner… he had his head lowered, his too-long, choppy bangs covering his brows and eyes. His dark circles were heavy, and a blood-red mole dotted the bridge of his nose. His whole person radiated a gloomy aura that warned strangers to stay away.

The first time Cynthia saw him, four words came to mind: damp, creepy male ghost.

Of course, it would be too shallow to judge what his personality was actually like based on appearance alone.

Cynthia was just about to withdraw her gaze when she saw the black-haired guy quietly lift a hand and put up his hood.

The hood was very large, almost covering half his face, but he still tugged it lower, as if he wished he could hide his entire body inside it.

And at some point, a blush too obvious to ignore had spread over those distinct-knuckled hands, so coldly pale that even the blue veins stood out.

Cynthia: …

The type who got shy easily?