My setting is above yours!

Chapter 93 Magic Lesson, with the Magician Transfer Student (4k8)

In a story like "The Hero Fights the Dragon," the one who stands before the "dragon" to fight for justice and occupies an important position is undoubtedly the "hero."

And the "hero" must be the "protagonist".

The main reason the Silver Knight failed was not only because he painted the mask as a "clown," but also because he, as a character in a script, appeared out of nowhere...

Not only was he a "supporting character" who was suddenly added to the cast, but he also "died" before the ending of the script, where "the hero defeats the dragon," thus solidifying his "supporting character" status.

Therefore, in the concept of ritual, he could never be the "protagonist" to take the potion.

But here's the problem: if Ron doesn't manage to make contact with the Silver Knight, he can't be told all this so that Ron can try to become the "protagonist" in the script.
If Ron had told the Silver Knight all this beforehand, then [7] would definitely have discovered the problem, stopped acting, and tried to eliminate Ron and the Silver Knight.

It seems that all of this has led to a completely unsolvable predicament—

But... who says the Silver Knight has to know everything to become the "protagonist"?

The promotion ceremony for "theatre actors" is, after all, just a "script"...

Ron seemed to be deep in thought, and he had already made up his mind.

A script, naturally, must have a beginning, development, climax, and resolution; it must have a beginning and an end; and it must also have foreshadowing and plot points.

While the Silver Knight may not know he's destined to be the "protagonist," if Ron lays various foreshadowing elements in the script, pointing the way to the Silver Knight as the "protagonist," and ultimately turns him against his own side, causing him to actually kill Father Sue...

Therefore, the Silver Knight can naturally become the protagonist!

At least this way, it should be the simplest and most likely way to avoid [7]'s gaze and win against Him...

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but smile, feeling much more relaxed.

The only difficulty in this matter is how to deal with the consequences of the Silver Knight's complete betrayal after he takes the potion [7].

But considering the situation in [7], and the [trick] that might be useful at that time...

'We definitely have a chance of winning!'

However, that won't work in the current situation.

Ron opened the Dimensional Update Manual and looked at the manual's light screen. The durability of the settings on his personal panel was almost zero again. [Illusion Dissolution] had only a meager 5% durability left, and [Vector Manipulation] was also just a little bit away from collapsing.

'To seize the [Trickery] Seed for temporary use during the final battle, and to deal with the [7] avatar used to wield the seed, [Omniscient Domain - Pseudo] and [Vector Manipulation] are essential...'

'Taking into account various unforeseen circumstances, and the actions required during the foreshadowing process, [Illusion Dissolution] will inevitably be used...'

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but sigh.

The only option is to exit [Flowing Light and Shadow] and return to reality to fix the settings.

Fortunately, there is still plenty of time... There are at most ten days before the [mystery] truly descends into the world, and in order to prevent the entire Ideal City from being damaged, Ron must anchor the new world line within at least a week.

But it won't take a week—the durability repair speed of [Illusion Dissolved] and [Vector Manipulation] is not slow; they can be repaired by 20% in a day under the influence of [Anti-Mystic Equation].

With so much time to spare, even if it means waiting five days for the settings to be fixed and for him to enter [Flowing Light and Shadow] in full force, Ron is absolutely willing to wait!

Thinking of this, Ron opened the Dimensional Update Manual and exited [Flowing Light and Shadow].

The current world save files are: The Era of Superpowers and The Era of Potions (in the Flowing Light and Shadow)

[World save file "Superpower Era" selected, exiting [Flashback]...]

This time, Ron didn't experience a sudden blackout and a completely different world as before.

Instead, he saw everything being stripped away and shattered... as if this world were created out of thin air, a history sculpted solely to serve Ron.

But when Ron left [Flash of Light and Shadow], this edited history lost all meaning, so everything was directly shattered and swept into nothingness.

In the silent emptiness, Ron suddenly felt his consciousness sink, as if he were falling rapidly—

The next moment, he came to his senses, stood firmly on the ground, and was back in his dormitory.

Looking at the alarm clock on the table, only a second had passed, just the moment Ron was lost in thought.

'Ideal City is still the best...'

Ron instinctively collapsed onto the bed, staring unfocused at the ceiling, and couldn't help but sigh wearily.

Although time doesn't flow in reality, he died more than ten times in [Fleeting Light and Shadow]...

This fatigue was not physical fatigue... because of the Dimensional Update Manual, his body was not affected at all; only his spirit had experienced everything in [Flowing Light and Shadow].

Time and again his efforts vanished like bubbles, time and again he was torn to shreds by a saint, his very soul shattered—

Even someone as determined as Ron felt deep pain and exhaustion.

But... that's all there is to it.

After lying down for an hour to clear his mind, Ron came to his senses, let out a long breath, and perked up again.

So what if I die? It's just a fleeting moment in time... What difference does it make if I die a few times?

If you can start over indefinitely, then it's no different from a video game!
Just treat it as a fully immersive game where you experience 100% pain...

As long as there's still a chance to win, there's nothing to be sad about!
These repeated deaths at the hands of [7] were etched deep into Ron's soul, a pain he constantly recalled...

These pains have been recognized by Ron as a debt owed to him [7].

Sooner or later, he will do the same to [7] again and again!

'Wait five more days... until the settings are fixed, then I'll collect the first interest payment from [7]!'

'First, sabotage His goals, then find a way to trick Him into being hunted down by other superhumans from different sects... If you want revenge [7], I have plenty of ways to do it!'

Thinking of this, Ron felt much better.

He scrolled through his phone and remembered that before he entered [Flowing Light and Shadow], he seemed to have just heard some bombshell news from a 404 error page...

"Oh right... isn't there a magic class this afternoon?"

Although he had just returned from "Flash and Shadow," Ron really wanted to rest, but when he thought about how much importance 404 had placed on magic class, he couldn't help but sigh.

'Never mind... I still have to attend this class; I won't get enough credits to cover it...'

Thinking of this, Ron immediately checked the class schedule on the Moen University website and found that everyone's afternoon classes had been turned into magic classes, and there were less than ten minutes left before the class started...

'I'm going to be late!'

According to 404, being even one minute late for this magic class will result in a deduction of 1,000 credits, and for every ten minutes of delay thereafter, an additional 1,000 credits will be deducted…

Even if Ron earned a lot of credits in the D District Inspectorate, it wouldn't be enough to cover the deductions!
The next moment, Ron rushed out of the dormitory without hesitation, loaded [Vector Manipulation], and stepped into the spatial teleportation array of [Central Hub] at the fastest speed, arriving at the experimental class on the 75th floor of Moen University Building.

But to his surprise, as soon as he entered the classroom, he found that although not all the students had arrived, the teacher had already come first.

A very elegant-looking young girl in a long dress was standing on the podium, adorned with many jeweled ornaments, looking like a noblewoman who had traveled from hundreds of years ago.

On each of her slender fingers, a gemstone ring adorned her fingers; the ten rings linked together shimmered with dazzling brilliance as she moved her fingers.

Looking at the rings on the girl's finger, Ron immediately understood what they represented...

'These things... all seem to be those [power amplifiers] used exclusively by magicians?'

'She really is a magician…' Ron mused. Meanwhile, the young woman was on the platform, fiddling with a crystal ball the size of a human head, calling students to the stage in a clear voice.

"Come here, you over there, you probably haven't been tested yet... just put your hand on it."

She called over a student, who obediently placed his hand on the crystal ball. A faint light then shone from the center of the crystal ball, connecting with points on the student's palm to form thin rays of light.

The light seemed to connect to something, gradually "probing" into the student's arm, emitting a bright glow...

Soon, the beams of light penetrated the student's entire body. Ron could see eight shimmering lines on his body, connecting directly to form a continuous, shimmering circuit.

However, some circuits within this person's body lit up, but for some unknown reason, they broke in the middle and failed to connect successfully.

At this moment, a troubled expression immediately appeared on the young female teacher's face:

"It hasn't even broken the ten basic lines, only eight magic circuits..."

"Without magic instruction, and by crudely developing one's personal reality, and even breaking many connections, it seems unlikely that one will make progress in magic..."

She sighed, waved for the student to return to his seat, and then took out a notebook and habitually wrote notes on it with a pen.

...This really looks like something from hundreds of years ago.

Ron mentally scoffed, sat back down in his seat, and then saw the girl casually wave her hand and call out:

“Come here, you over there… Yu’an, right? Come here and let’s test your magic circuits…”

Yu'an walked onto the podium, placed his hand on the crystal ball, and light shone from it once more, but quickly dimmed—

On Yu'an, only three magic circuits lit up!
Even the teacher was stunned by the sight, her pale face seemingly at a loss for words.

She remained silent for a moment, then could only manage an awkward smile, offering a reassuring remark:
"Three magic circuits, at least they can still cast magic..."

Upon hearing this, Yu An's face immediately darkened, and he turned and returned to his seat.

Upon seeing this scene, Ron couldn't help but laugh, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Although he didn't know what magic circuits represented, Ron could roughly understand from what his magic teacher had just said that these magic circuits probably represented a magician's spellcasting aptitude...

After all, just as the use of superpowers requires personal reality, "magic," which is also based on personal reality but has a special way of being used, obviously also has some needs.

'I never imagined that Ewan was this bad at magic...'

'If the Magic are included in this month's exam, wouldn't Yu'an be doomed to lose? I've already secured first place in the grade!'

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, almost bursting out laughing—

But soon he stopped laughing.

“That student… yes! Ron, why don’t you take the test too? You should be the only one who hasn’t had a chance to take it yet…”

Hearing the teacher call his name from the podium, Ron stood up nonchalantly, walked confidently forward, and placed his hand on the crystal ball—

Who is he? He is a Sequence Seven "medium," a true extraordinary being!
His extraordinary abilities are ingrained in his very being. Ron can use any magic that magicians crave at will, at most sacrificing some of his set durability... He is, of course, exceptionally gifted in magic!

A mere magic circuit... a hundred? Two hundred? It feels like a thousand isn't out of the question...

With that thought in mind, Ron placed his hand on the crystal ball, and the crystal ball lit up with light, so bright it was almost like a flashbang exploding—

An extremely thick magic circuit was illuminated starting from Ron's arm, outlining a circle that made Ron look like a light strip person stuffed into a light strip...

The magic teacher was stunned.

She remained silent for a long time, then moved Ron's hand away, patted his shoulder, and sighed deeply.

“A magic circuit… even just a magic circuit, if you put it together, can be used to create magic!”

"It's alright. After all, you're just superpowered individuals. It's okay if you're not good at magic. We're not like different schools of thought, where everyone is taught..."

Eh?
So I'm not a genius after all?

Ron's face froze as he listened to his magic teacher's heartfelt words of comfort.

At this moment, You An, whose face had been dark, felt much more comfortable.

So Ron only has one magic circuit too. Oh well, that's alright then.

But what he didn't know was that, as a superhuman, Ron quickly and easily let it go:
'It's nothing, it's nothing... It's just magic class. Anyway, I already got the temporary formula. I'll excel in superpower class and get the highest academic score. Even if I'm not as good as others in magic class, I should still be able to stay in the top three of the grade...'

'Besides... what difference does it make to me whether I have a magic circuit or not? It doesn't affect my use of magic at all, so there's no need to care whether I only have one...'

Ron murmured to himself, thinking that getting into the top three in his grade seemed like a piece of cake, and felt a sense of relief as he returned to his seat.

As the time for class drew near, just a second before class started, several elegantly dressed students whom Ron had never seen before suddenly walked into the classroom—

"Oh, you've arrived?"

The magic teacher clearly knew who they were. He glanced at the time, realizing class was about to start, and then, as if just remembering, said:
"I've been so busy testing magic circuits that I've lost my focus... Class, let me briefly introduce myself before class. I am your magic teacher, codename [Clear Heart]."

"Real names are more important in our school, so you can just call me Teacher Xin from now on... These are transfer students from the Golden Dawn, the Astrological Society, and the Clock Tower. They are all newly enrolled magic apprentices."

As she spoke, she slapped her forehead, as if she had just remembered something, and asked the transfer students:
"Oh right, we also need to record your magic circuits... I think they've all been tested at home, right?"
"Should we come up and retest, or just give me the exact number?"

Upon hearing this, one of the distinguished young men, who clearly possessed an air of arrogance, shook his head and said:

"These inferior crystal balls can't measure accurately..."

Someone immediately responded:

"Yeah, if they missed a few dozen samples, wouldn't it be embarrassing if word got out?"

"I tested it on the 'Planet Test' at the [Astrology Club] before, and it showed 2241 lines, but I did some new magic modifications recently, so I'm not sure if it has created any new circuits..."

Upon hearing this, the magic teacher's expression immediately turned somewhat awkward. He simply shook his head, noted down the person's magic circuit, and then asked someone else:

"what about you?"

"Less than three thousand."

"Around two thousand five hundred?"

"About six thousand..."

They spoke so naturally that they didn't sound like they were lying.

But the numbers that were reported were more and more frightening, and Ron felt a little uneasy listening to them.

'Thousands... Did these amazing people transform all their blood vessels and nerves into magical circuits?'

Thinking of this, Ron looked at his palm, his gaze seemingly piercing through flesh and blood, seeing the thick "magic circuit"...

'As a Sequence Seven transcendent... I only have one magic circuit?'

Looking at these richly dressed, obviously arrogant transfer students, Ron silently lowered his head, his expression somewhat strange:
'These people, if they are truly thousands of times more talented than me…'

'Otherwise, I'm determined to be number one in the grade!'

(End of this chapter)