Full-Time Magister: Can My Magic Cultivate Itself?

The cicadas outside the window were chirping incessantly, as if they were releasing the last bit of heat from the sweltering summer heat of Bocheng.

Inside, sunlight filters through the gaps in the old curtains, dappling the floor.

At this moment, Yang Zuohe had lost all of the composure of a high-ranking member of the Bo City Magic Association.

He pressed his hands firmly against Lin Chen's shoulders, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and his breathing became unusually heavy.

"Little Chen, have you thought this through? That's Shanghai! It's a sacred place that countless mages dream of!"

Yang Zuohe's voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with both hope and a sense of relief and eagerness.

"Do you know how many people your uncle begged from and what price he paid for that transfer spot?"

"You're about to attend a magic high school. Awakening is the lifeblood of a mage. The resources, environment, and perspective of the Magic City are far superior to those of this small Bo City."

"As long as you go, your future achievements will definitely not be lower than your uncle's! That way... that way, your uncle can hold his head high and report back to your mother in the afterlife!"

Lin Chen looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, whose temples were already showing faint gray, and his heart was filled with ripples.

He could feel the warmth emanating from those rough, large hands; they were the only blood ties this body had left in the world.

His thoughts drifted away.

He is indeed not from this world.

In his past life, he was just an ordinary, model student on Earth.

Delicious food, good sleep, good girl.

However, the turning point of fate often comes suddenly—it was a sunny day when an out-of-control "Dayun" heavy truck came hurtling towards him, knocking him into nothingness.

Before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he vaguely heard a relieved voice: "This deal is finally done. I can apply for leave from headquarters again..."

At that moment, Lin Chen's last thought was: "Damn it, I haven't deleted the browser history on my computer..."

When he opened his eyes again, he had become a baby in swaddling clothes.

As he grew older, he realized he had entered the world of "Full-Time Magister".

There are demons and magic here.

He happened to be born in Bocheng, and had an uncle named Yang Zuohe who doted on him.

During his years in Bocheng, with his maturity far exceeding that of his peers, he became the veritable "king of the kids" in this land.

Even Mo Fan, the future protagonist, would have to respectfully call him "Brother Chen" in front of him.

However, unexpected changes always happen.

During a joint military operation to exterminate demons, his parents both perished, leaving him and Yang Zuohe to depend on each other for survival.

"Uncle..." Lin Chen came back to his senses and looked at Yang Zuohe's bloodshot eyes, which were full of longing.

He knew that Yang Zuohe was afraid that Bocheng, a small place, wouldn't have enough resources to help him grow.

Lin Chen nodded heavily, his eyes resolute: "Uncle, I'll go."

Yang Zuohe was taken aback at first, then his tense face instantly blossomed like a blooming wild chrysanthemum.

He slapped Lin Chen on the back of the head and laughed loudly, "Good! Good! Good! You wait, I'll call them right now to confirm!"

After saying that, he rushed out the door in a flurry of activity, his pace more than three times faster than usual.

The news that Lin Chen was leaving Bocheng spread like wildfire throughout social media.

The day before their departure, Lin Chen's small house was packed with people.

"Brother Chen, now that you're leaving, who will take us to the back mountain to catch insects?" Zhang Xiaohou asked with a reluctant expression and red eyes.

Sitting in her wheelchair, Ye Xinxia smiled serenely and handed a bag of homemade pastries to Lin Chen: "Brother Lin Chen, you must take good care of yourself when you get to Shanghai."

In another corner of the room, however, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

Mo Fan and Mu Bai are sworn enemies; their encounters are like a clash of titans.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Mu? What's wrong? You can't bear to part with Brother Chen, so you've come here to cry?" Mo Fan put his hands behind his head, looking roguish.

"Mo Fan, shut up!" Mu Bai's face turned ashen. He snorted coldly and turned to look at Lin Chen, his expression becoming serious and solemn.

"Lin Chen, don't think you're safe just because you've gone to Shanghai. It's teeming with geniuses. If you become complacent, I'll surpass you sooner or later! Even in Bo City, I can be stronger than you!"

Although Lin Chen always hangs out with that annoying Mo Fan, in Mu Bai's heart, Lin Chen is the only mountain he acknowledges and must overcome.

Lin Chen looked at Mu Bai's arrogant yet awkward expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

He strode forward and gave Mu Bai a firm hug.

In the instant Mu Bai froze, Lin Chen whispered in his ear:

"Mu Bai, Mo Fan isn't as bad as you think. He's a brother you can trust. Bo City... things might not be peaceful in the future, so everyone needs to work hard."

Before Mu Bai could recover from his shock, Lin Chen had already waved casually and gotten into the car that Yang Zuohe had arranged.

The wheels rolled on, and the outline of Bocheng gradually blurred in the rearview mirror.

After a long journey, Lin Chen finally set foot on the soil of Shanghai.

The air here seems to be filled with a rich elemental aura, and huge magical neon lights on the towering buildings on both sides of the street flash brilliantly, showing the prosperity of an international metropolis.

Yang Zuohe not only helped him transfer to Shanghai No. 3 High School, but also rented a nice duplex apartment near the school.

"On the day of awakening, you must use the guiding stone," Yang Zuohe repeatedly reminded him.

"Although you have great talent, fire is the strongest attack type in the early game. In a highly competitive place like Shanghai, your primary element must be dominant! I've already applied for a fire-type guiding stone for you; you can't answer 'no'!"

Lin Chen smiled wryly, originally intending to let things take their course, but in the end he still submitted the "Fire Guidance" application form.

September 1st, the first day of school.

Yang Zuohe personally escorted Lin Chen to the gate of Shanghai No. 3 Middle School.

Looking at the magnificent school gate, Lin Chen took a deep breath and walked into the classroom of Class 6, Grade 1 alone.

There were only a few people in the office at the moment, some chatting and laughing in hushed tones, others curiously looking around at the new environment.

Lin Chen looked around and his gaze settled on the last row of the classroom, near the window.

The room was empty, and sunlight streamed through the clear glass onto the desks.

"These mortals, they don't even know this is the legendary throne? How short-sighted!"

Lin Chen silently grumbled to himself, a playful smile curving his lips, and walked straight over to sit down.

As time went by, the classroom gradually became noisy.

The whispers around him occasionally reached his ears. Lin Chen rested his chin on his hand, turning his head to look at the bustling campus scenery outside the window.

Shanghai No. 3 High School will be the starting point of his magical journey.

He observed these well-dressed Shanghai youths, whose conversations carried a hint of innate superiority, but his heart remained unmoved.