Magicians never make wishes

The Arcane Arts Academy, three-tiered area.

The space here is much smaller than the second floor area; both the number of people coming and going and the number of books are far less than on the second floor.

Only students with an academic level of 2 or above are eligible to enter.

The borrowing process in the third-floor area differs from that in the second-floor area.

Books on the second floor can be borrowed freely, as long as they are not taken out of the association and are returned within the specified period.

On the third floor, you need to spend points to borrow the books you want to read.

Regardless of the book's grade, type, or content, each book costs 2 points.

This resulted in very few people borrowing books from the third-floor area.

The advantage of the three-tiered area is that it divides the knowledge into sections in advance, making it easier for readers to find information quickly.

If we use primary and secondary school knowledge as an analogy.

The books on the second floor contain the majority of elementary and junior high school knowledge, and a small amount of high school knowledge.

The books on the third floor contain a small portion of elementary and junior high school knowledge, mostly high school knowledge, and a very small amount of university knowledge.

This is a simplified version of the introduction translated by Ronan based on what the new king said.

The reason for the translation is that the new leader's introductions were disjointed and mostly consisted of requests for him to submit his drafts.

"Why didn't you write more chapters?"

The new emperor followed closely behind him, looking eager yet afraid of annoying him.

"I plan to serialize it, and for now this should be enough," Ronan explained.

Unexpectedly, his copy of "Battle Through the Heavens" instantly won over his neighbor's heart.

As expected of the supreme god of online novels in his previous life, I admire him greatly.

After his soul underwent several enhancements, he could clearly recall many details of his past life memories, and naturally, he could also recall the novels he had read.

"Write more as a reserve; it'll help mitigate risks, and in case something unexpected happens, it won't lead to a complete hiatus in updates..."

The new king looked worried, as if Ronan was about to pass away at any moment.

"I'm planning to stay home all the time, what could possibly happen?"

Ronan laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'll guarantee a stable update schedule if it gets published smoothly."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The new emperor's expression changed. "Such an excellent work, who would dare to prevent you from publishing it? I'd be the first to have someone take care of them."

"Oh ho, who's got such a big mouth?"

A mocking, half-smiling voice came from beside the registration desk on the third floor.

"So you're the newly enthroned king. You wouldn't actually think you could become the new king just because you have some royal blood from the previous dynasty, would you?"

The speaker had dark skin and wore a uniform with a blue collar; he was also a Level 3 student.

"Black guy, if you can't talk, shut your mouth."

The new ruler drew his phoenix feather magic wand, unleashing his full power, and declared domineeringly.

"Get out of here."

The level 3 student who had made the sarcastic remark was clearly no match for the new ruler, and his eyes darted around as he looked at Ronan.

"Kid, stay away from these remnants of the previous dynasty, or the council will come knocking on your door."

Ronan didn't even glance at him, trying his best to keep a straight face.

When he first heard the term "black devil," he almost thought the new emperor was racially prejudiced.

"You've never died, right?"

A pale blue ball of light lit up at the tip of the new king's wand; the ball of light was fluffy and looked very cute.

But anyone with common sense knows that if someone were to be hit by a bullet, very few normal people could withstand it.

"Alright, stop causing trouble here." A familiar voice came from the registration desk.

Ronan looked over at the sound and found that it was Meyer from the second-floor area registration office.

"Grandpa? What are you doing here?" he blurted out.

"Who are you calling 'Grandpa'? Looking for a beating?"

The old man stood up angrily, as if to slap Ronan.

But then it suddenly stopped.

"Oh? Holding a manuscript, are you going to publish your work?"

With a flick of his finger, the old man sent the manuscript paper from Ronan's hand flying into his own.

What a bizarre method!

Ronan gasped, unable to detect even a trace of mental energy fluctuation.

This doesn't look like magic.

The black man who had previously provoked him was nowhere to be found. The new king put away his wand and whispered in his ear.

"He's not Meyer from the second floor, this is his younger brother Mike."

Ronan immediately understood—twins.

He immediately seized the opportunity to ask the new emperor, "Why are both of them so averse to being called 'Grandpa'?"

"They are..."

"You two brats, you dare to talk bad about me to my face? You've got some nerve."

Old Mike waved Ronan's manuscript and said, "You're going to submit it, right? I'll read it and then put it in the submission box for you, okay?"

Ronan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Since I'm going to look for books anyway, surely the administrator of the registration office wouldn't tamper with my manuscript?

The new emperor stood guard at the registration desk, seemingly ready to watch the show.

He said to Ronan,

"Go find the book yourself. Just call me if you need my help."

"Then where are you going?" Ronan looked at him with some confusion.

"I'll stand here and see if he puts your manuscript in the submission box."

Shin-jun looked expectantly at Mike, who was about to read the manuscript.

"It can't be that bad..." Ronan clearly didn't believe that the officials would do anything outrageous.

After muttering something, he walked alone towards the rows of bookshelves.

The knowledge in the three-layer area has been optimized and partitioned, so he doesn't need to browse through rows of pages like he did in the second layer to find treasures in a sea of ​​garbage.

He quickly walked to the necromancy section and began to slowly search for magic related to souls.

It must be said that the knowledge at the third level is indeed more advanced than that at the second level.

He opened two books in succession, neither of which contained anything outrageous. Instead, they were logically consistent and offered unique insights.

Ronan took one look and immediately fell in love with it.

Before obtaining a class, a mage's different schools were mainly determined by the types of magic they mastered.

If a magician has mastered more than three types of magic of a certain type, he/she can be called a magician of that type.

For example, his "Burning Ray," "Elemental Arrow," and "Wind Spell" are all elemental spells.

Therefore, he is now actually an elemental mage.

Different departments are not just for simple distinctions, but can affect the acquisition of future job ranks and determine different career development paths.

This made Ronan realize that he had already mastered a necromancy spell called "Mental Fear."

If I master two more necromancy spells, I'll have a total of three.

At that time, will he be classified as an elementalist or a necromancy-based being?

Or, a dual system?

Just as he was deep in thought, a considerable commotion broke out at the registration office.

"Kid...kid! Where are you?!"

Mike, who was reading the manuscript, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide, and started calling out to find someone.

His right leg is disabled, making it difficult for him to move around and he can only walk a few steps.

The new emperor laughed so hard he almost fell over, secretly pleased with himself.

I knew it would turn out like this!

"What are you doing!" Mike suddenly reached out and grabbed at the new king.

Immediately, a tremendous force grabbed the new king by the collar and lifted him in front of Mike.

"I have a stomach ache."

The new emperor forcibly twisted the smile on his face, turning it into a stiff expression of pain.

Mike didn't care at all, staring fiercely at him, and said, word by word,

"Call that brat here!"

"Put me down first." Xin Jun kicked his legs and struggled desperately.

Mike's temper is more volatile than I imagined.

"What's wrong, sir? You were looking for me?"

Ronan walked out from the side with two books in his hands, and was momentarily confused by the scene before him.

What's wrong?

But then he felt a tremendous force pulling him down.

In the blink of an eye, she grabbed him and flew to Mike.

Mike casually tossed the new king aside.

Then, carefully picking up the manuscript paper, she looked at Ronan and asked, "Why didn't you write a few more chapters?"

"Who's going to see this much?"