Full-Time Magister: Can My Magic Cultivate Itself?

The hustle and bustle is always fleeting. The rich festive atmosphere of the New Year is like sand slipping through your fingers, quickly dissipating in this steel jungle of a metropolis with the first chill of early spring.

The Spring Festival passed by uneventfully.

What awaited Lin Chen was a brand new year, and the exhilarating results of his cultivation.

Inside the underground elemental training room, crimson array patterns emitted a faint glow.

Lin Chen sat cross-legged, using his mental energy to introspect on his own spiritual world.

In that void, a dazzling crimson stardust was slowly rotating, and seven stars, like well-fed elves, emitted a violent fluctuation far exceeding anything seen before.

Lin Chen's thoughts stirred slightly, and a line of data that only he could understand clearly appeared in his mind:

[Current Realm: Fire Element, Initial Stage 3]

[Cultivation Progress: 28.8%]

Seeing this progress, Lin Chen couldn't help but smile wildly, and a captivating light burst forth from his originally calm eyes.

"Twenty-eight point eight percent... At this rate of elemental absorption, if nothing unexpected happens, I will definitely be able to break through the initial stage and enter the realm of a mid-level mage before the wilderness training begins!"

Lin Chen clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, and an overwhelming surge of pride welled up in his chest.

All told, it's only been two years since I awakened my magic!

Two years!

From a complete novice who couldn't even control a star, to someone who could unleash intermediate-level magic!

"My cultivation speed is top-notch, isn't it?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow smugly.

However, as soon as this thought arose, a tall, graceful, and aloofly beautiful figure suddenly flashed through his mind.

"wrong!"

Lin Chen's smug expression froze instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

He remembered Mu Nujiao, whom he had met outside the jewelry store in the mall that day.

"That woman..." Lin Chen took a deep breath, his eyes becoming serious.

As far as he knew, Mu Nujiao didn't have any extraordinary innate talent, but her magical cultivation talent was absolutely monstrous!

If he remembered correctly, in the original story, Mu Nujiao had already achieved an extremely terrifying "intermediate dual-elemental" level when she first entered Mingzhu Academy.

Furthermore, they can skillfully draw star charts and unleash intermediate-level magic in actual combat!

"And then there's Mo Fan, that cheater..." Lin Chen rubbed his temples and gave a wry smile.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen's initial pride vanished instantly.

The world is too big, and geniuses are as numerous as hairs on a cow. My achievements are far from enough to warrant complacency.

"etc……"

Just as Lin Chen was pondering the original plot, a sudden, unpredictable sharp pain shot through his brain.

He suddenly covered his head, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Hiss—I think I've forgotten something extremely important!"

Lin Chen closed his eyes and desperately searched his mind for memories of the original novel "Full-Time Magister".

"Bo City... what will happen to Bo City this year?"

He vaguely remembered that this year, that remote little town would undergo a tremendous change that would alter the fate of countless people.

Rain... Alert... Blood...

"Damn it! Why did this happen?!"

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead already covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

As a time traveler, his premonition of the original plot should have been his greatest trump card, but now, this memory seems to be being erased and faded little by little by some irresistible force!

A profound sense of powerlessness and unknown fear instantly gripped his heart.

"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die."

Lin Chen took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his inner panic. He grabbed the phone next to him and skillfully dialed a number.

He didn't have many real relatives in this world, but his uncle Yang Zuohe, who lived far away in Bocheng, was definitely the most important one.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone rang a few times before being answered. Yang Zuohe's deep, somewhat weary yet concerned voice came through the receiver:

"Xiao Chen? Why are you calling at this hour? Are you short of money, or have you run into some trouble in Shanghai?"

Hearing that familiar and warm voice, Lin Chen's tense nerves relaxed a little.

"Uncle, I'm fine, I'm perfectly alright." Lin Chen paused, took a deep breath, and his voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I'm calling to tell you... I have a strong feeling that I'll break through to the intermediate level by around June at the latest!"

"Thud!"

A crisp sound came from the other end of the phone, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Then came a deathly silence that lasted for several seconds.

"What...what did you say?!" Yang Zuohe's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, even trembling with disbelief.

"Mid-level?! In June?!"

Every time Lin Chen broke through a minor realm, he would immediately share his joy with Yang Zuohe.

Yang Zuohe naturally knew when Lin Chen broke through to the third level of the initial stage.

In his original expectation, if Lin Chen could reach the threshold of the intermediate level by the end of this year, it would be an incredible stroke of luck!

But now, in June?!

"Really? Xiao Chen, you're not joking with your uncle, are you?!" Yang Zuohe's voice became completely excited.

"It's absolutely true, Uncle, my stardust is almost overflowing," Lin Chen replied confidently.

On the other end of the phone, Yang Zuohe's breathing became extremely heavy. After a long while, his voice suddenly became hoarse, even carrying a barely perceptible sob:

"Great...great! Xiao Chen, your uncle is so proud of you! Really proud of you! If your parents could see how successful you are today...they would be overjoyed..."

Hearing his uncle's hoarse voice, Lin Chen's eyes reddened slightly, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

But he didn't forget the real purpose of his call.

"Uncle," Lin Chen composed himself, his tone suddenly becoming more serious than ever before.

"Don't get agitated. Tell me, has anything strange happened in Bo City lately?"

"Something strange?" Yang Zuohe on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, seemingly recalling something, before casually saying.

"Nothing special, except that the post station outside the city has recently reported that the frequency of demon appearances has increased compared to previous years. Especially the one-eyed demon wolf, its activity range seems to be moving closer to the edge of the safe zone."

"The rate of demon appearances has increased?!"

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, as if a crack had been cleaved open by lightning through the frosted glass in his mind!

Rain... Demon wolves... Be on alert...

"Uncle! Listen to me!" Lin Chen suddenly stood up, his voice urgent and stern.

"The unusually high frequency of demonic appearances is definitely not a coincidence! There must be a reason behind this!"

"You must be extremely careful while you're alone at the Magic Association! If possible, you must immediately organize a team to search the edge of the security zone, and even... the underground waterways! Don't let your guard down!"

Yang Zuohe on the other end of the phone was completely bewildered by Lin Chen's sudden stern tone.

"Alright, alright, you little rascal, why are you suddenly lecturing your uncle?" Although Yang Zuohe felt that Lin Chen was making a fuss over nothing, he was still quite pleased and comforted him with a smile.

"I know, I know. Your uncle has been in the Magic Association for so many years, what storms haven't I weathered? I'll be careful."

"But Uncle—"

"Alright, Xiao Chen, there's an urgent meeting at the association, I have to go now. Take good care of yourself in Shanghai, focus on your cultivation, and strive to break through to the intermediate level as soon as possible! Bye!"

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Before Lin Chen could say anything more, the call was disconnected, leaving only a cold busy tone.

Lin Chen slowly put down his phone, staring at the now-black screen, remaining motionless for a long time.

The meditation room was eerily quiet, with only his own slightly heavy breathing as the only sound.

"What storms haven't we weathered..." Lin Chen forced a bitter smile. "Uncle, you have no idea what Bocheng is about to face—a raging sea of ​​blood that could engulf everything..."

Although the memory is hazy, the deep-seated sense of crisis is frantically alarming me.

He couldn't change other people's minds, nor could he provide accurate information.

"Since I can't remember, since there's no way to warn of this..."

Lin Chen suddenly raised his head, and a wild and fiery fire gradually ignited in his eyes, which were originally full of worry!

"Then we can only use our own strength to make up for some of the regrets!"

Without further hesitation, he resolutely turned around and strode towards the core energy-gathering array of the training room.

"Bang!"

The heavy stone door closed tightly once again.