Magicians never make wishes

Ronan followed Darcy as the winding staircase continued downwards.

Only then did he realize that "second floor" actually referred to the second basement level.

Students often pass by in a hurry on the road.

They usually didn't even glance at Ronan and his companion, only the wind they stirred up as they walked swirled around their uniforms, conveying a sense of bustling energy.

Ronan noticed that the uniforms worn by these students who were rushing to their destination were mostly simple white in terms of design and collar color.

A few, however, are green, with slightly different designs.

He recalled the school uniform he had been given, which, like most others, was white.

This must be the academic hierarchy within the Mystic Arts Academy.

He casually mentioned this idea to Darcy, and received Darcy's confirmation.

"Yes, sir, different academic levels receive different treatment within the society."

"Regarding the uniforms alone, level 1 is white, and levels 2 to 5 correspond to green, blue, purple, and orange respectively."

"What about the kind that Higgs wore?"

He remembered Higgs and the white magic robes on Red Star.

"Those are special pre-made academy robes, prepared by different academies for their selected reserve apprentices."

Darcy's face was full of anticipation.

"Higgs is also a reserve apprentice? Which college?"

Ronan thought that with Higgs' ability to take on a whole squad by himself, he should at least be a formal apprentice at some academy.

"Lord Higgs is a prospective apprentice of the Life Science Academy, the 'Ring of Holy Blood'."

Darcy looked proud. "Everyone says that His Excellency Higgs could have become a full-fledged apprentice long ago, but he has other plans."

"What are your plans?" Ronan asked curiously.

"Uh, I don't know..."

Darcy was clearly just repeating hearsay.

As they walked, they arrived at the second floor area.

The space on the second floor is comparable to that of the previous underground plaza.

Countless bookshelves are scattered throughout, filled with books and paper documents of varying thicknesses.

The place is brightly lit and well-ventilated.

Ronan could even feel the light and refreshing breeze brushing against his cheeks, making it seem unlike an underground space.

"You mean, all of these are free?" Ronan's breathing quickened, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Yes, sir. Within five months, the entire second floor area will be fully open to you."

Darcy nodded, looking at the rows of bookshelves filled with envy.

When will I be able to roam freely in the ocean of knowledge...?

Darcy led Ronan, whose eyes were practically glowing with envy, through a quick registration at the registry office, and then left alone.

This newly joined student was left behind and rushed alone into the magic knowledge area.

The Past and Present of Magic

Elementary Elemental Reactions - Supplement

A Thousand Applications of Mental Strength in Combat

The Advantages and Future of Ritual Magic

What is Arcane?

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Ronan's gaze swept over the rows of books, and he randomly picked up a copy of "A Thousand Applications of Mental Power in Combat".

It has to be said that the title immediately caught his eye.

His mental strength is far superior to that of mages of the same level. If he can master so many practical applications, his combat power will definitely be greatly enhanced.

Turning the pages, the author's name is "Academic Godhood".

"This book is dedicated to exploring the application of mental power in actual combat. It is the author's painstaking work. Now, please follow the author's steps to analyze and learn about the application of 'Thousands' and its performance in actual combat..."

Ronan: "?"

No, is that right?

He flipped through it incredulously; the entire book really only talked about a single method of applying mental power called "Thousand Types".

Holy crap, where did this clickbait title come from?

You call yourself an academic god? Dude, do you even know you've committed academic fraud?

Ronan suddenly had a bad feeling.

He quickly pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf, titled "On the Profound Influence of the World Prison on the Evolution of Magic".

Upon seeing the book title, Ronan slapped his forehead, didn't even bother to check the author, and immediately shoved it back onto the bookshelf.

Next was "On the Relationship Between Dwarf Brewing and Crustal Movement," which was immediately put back.

"The Edibility of Goblins and the Appreciation of Sashimi," what a nutcase!

Ronan quickly moved back to the spot where he had first seen the more reliable books.

"The Advantages and Future of Ritual Magic" is written by "The Third Prince".

"The ritual magic described in this book has been verified in practice and contains no fictional elements. Please analyze it rationally..."

Ronan could immediately sense the book's rigor from the very first page, a stark contrast to the previous two. He then flipped through it.

"A ritual array composed of one billion ritual spells can effectively meet the daily needs of lower-level superhumans in using magic..."

To seize the young?

A billion ritualistic arts?

This is what they call "no fiction exists"?

Ronan slammed the heavy pages shut.

He looked up at the seemingly endless sea of ​​books, feeling slightly lost.

Although it's considered basic knowledge, it's far too basic.

So that's what Higgs meant when he said "if you can understand it" and "you might not find what you're looking for"...

I thought it was my problem, but it turns out it was the book's problem!

Since most of the books were of little value, Ronan simply stood up and began quickly searching through the various bookshelves.

First, filter out the knowledge related to necromancers and souls to solve the quantity problem.

Then, the relevant knowledge content should be examined, with a focus on quality issues.

In short, it's like finding gold in the shit.

And so, a hurried figure appeared among the densely packed bookshelves.

Ronan scanned the books and paper documents on the various shelves like a scanner.

Any content that seems to be related will be extracted and kept in reserve; everything else will be ignored.

This method is fast.

It's easy to encounter awkward moments when others are completely unprepared due to their sudden appearance.

A young man, holding a pink paperback book, was reading with great enthusiasm.

He was startled when Ronan suddenly appeared beside him.

"What are you doing!"

He hurriedly stuffed the book he was reading into the bookshelf.

Seeing that the person who came was an unfamiliar face and not wearing a uniform, it was clear that he was not someone from the association.

The young man was instantly filled with rage.

"Who let you come here?!"

"what?"

Ronan looked up and around, thinking to himself, "I haven't gone the wrong way..."

His gaze swept back and forth across the bookshelf, and he was about to spot the pink book he had just seen.

The young man suddenly stepped forward and said sternly,

"You, come out here!"

He gestured for Ronan to follow, then turned and walked outside.

"I now suspect you of illegally trespassing into the second-floor area..."

"Suspected of stealing valuable knowledge..."

To everyone's surprise, Ronan didn't move an inch.

His gaze swept quickly across the bookshelf in front of him, he shook his head, and continued on to the next bookshelf.

"You look so furtive; I can tell you're not a good person..."

The young man walked on, muttering a scolding to himself about the guy behind him who was interrupting his appreciation of the classic literature.

"Fine, considering you've acknowledged your guilt and listened attentively to the teachings, then..."

He turned around and found that there was no one behind him.

After a moment of stunned silence, her face flushed red instantly.

"You fucking!"

The young man's mental energy quickly took hold, and he locked onto Ronan's figure in no time.

He rushed to the bookshelf where Ronan was, pulled out a short, thin stick, pointed it at him, and shouted.

"You treacherous scoundrels, why don't you surrender now?!"

Ronan suddenly realized that he was being locked onto by an inexplicable mental force.

I had intended to deploy my mental network as well, but then I suddenly had a whim and remembered the hidden function of the Mask of Truth.

To avoid attracting attention, he manually set the shielding level to 0 when he entered the Secret Arts Academy, which was equivalent to an inactive state.

At this moment, he really wanted to know what effect the shield would have under the lock of mental power.

So he manually turned the shielding level up to the maximum.

Seeing that the opponent had adopted an attack stance, the energy of the fingertip ray quickly gathered.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten to ask Darcy a question.

Is it permissible for members of the Secret Arts Academy to suffer death or injury due to fighting?