Chapter 164 ss Schedule.
"Wow, that was something unexpected," zemented as he settled on the desk''s surface.
"System, show curse panel," I muttered, and the transparent te appeared in front of me. I didn''t think others could see it like I could.
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System Notification [Muted]
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The host has been ensnared by a Curse.
Curse: Fate
Caster: Nature
Current Impact: 1%
Cure: None
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"Maybe that''s the reason," I sighed, noticing that the impact of the curse had increased by 0.9% in just a single day.
"Do you think they''re ignoring you because of the curse?" ze asked.
"Well, it''s the only reason I can think of," I replied, adjusting my posture as I watched Professor Devereux enter the ssroom with a pile of slimy books in her hands.
The chatter ceased as everyone''s attention shifted to her. She began distributing the books to each desk, exining as she went along.
"Listen up, the introduction period is over. Now you need to focus on your magical studies. Here are the timetables for the entire year, including all the scheduled events and ss details." Her voice echoed in the room.
Tuk*
cing the book on my desk, she paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on me briefly before she shook her head and moved on to the next student.
"What was that about?" ze inquired, to which I had no answer.
Regardless, I turned my attention back to Professor Devereux as she continued, "As first-years, you''ll have quite a bit of freedom in what you choose to learn. There are 20 different categories of studies you can choose from, and you can switch between them whenever you want. However, you must pass in at least seven of these categories by the end of the year to graduate to the next year. Is that clear?"
The students all nodded in understanding.
"The book is imbued with magic. Use the quill to tick the names of the categories you want to attend, and it will show you the yearly schedule for those sses," Professor Devereux exined with a smile, settling back behind her desk and crossing her legs.
"She''s got them thangs," zemented, clearly distracted by something else.
"Let''s see..." I opened the book and examined its contents.
Inside the book, there was aprehensive list of avable categories of studies. Beside each category, a small empty box awaited my tick mark to indicate my interest. Without hesitation, I quickly marked the ones I had in mind. The categories were as follows:
1. Elemental Magic
2. Potion Making
3. Enchantment
4. Divination
5. Runecrafting
6. Alchemy
7. Battle Magic
8. Illusion
9. Beast Mastery
10. Healing Arts
11. Transmutation
12. Elemental Maniption
13. Ritual Magic
14. Necromancy
15. Spatial Maniption
16. Elemental Fusion
17. Nature Magic
20. Defensive Wards
"Choose necromancy," ze suggested within my mind. I couldn''t 18. Elemental Summoning
19. Arcane History
20. Defensive Wards
"Choose necromancy," ze suggested within my mind. I couldn''t help but ask, "Why?" Given the stigma associated with necromancy, I had my reservations.
"Cause it''s cool! Imagine building an army of skulls and the undead, and they obey your everymand. Hahaha, it''s awesome! So go for it!" ze seemed to be lost in some kind of fantastical daydream.
While his enthusiasm was infectious, I had to be practical. Necromancy might be fascinating, but investing time in it for mediocre results didn''t seem wise. An army of undead could easily be dismantled by someone proficient in holy magic.
Tick*tick*tick*
With decisive movements, I marked my choices. My selected categories were Potion Making, Beast Mastery, Arcane History, Enchantment, Runecrafting and Illusion.
Shing*
A soft, luminous glow enveloped the book as its letters seemed to swirl and rearrange themselves. In mere moments, they reformed into a new configuration, presenting me with aplete schedule on the same pages.
"That was quick," the professor remarked with a hint of surprise in her tone. The book''s radiant disy drew the attention of those around me.
"What does he think he''s doing?"
"Is he trying to show off that we''re too slow to choose?"
"Why is he even in our ss?"
I caught fragments of conversations and suspicious gazes directed my way, but they quickly averted when they met my eyes.
"Well, that''s a ridiculously petty reason to be disliked," zemented, his form appearing on the desk as he rolled over.
"Wow, that escted quickly," I replied with a wry smile.
"Well, battle magic would''ve been practical, but no need for that category, right?" ze''s suggestions seemed to fluctuate quite frequently.
"You''ve got a point," I admitted. The truth was, I was already familiar with most of the theories and concepts taught in the regr sses. Sitting through hours of exnation for something I already knew didn''t appeal to me.
"Hey, but I have a question," I was reading the schedule when ze called out to me.
"What?" I asked.
"How many days until you die?" He questioned.
"Huh?" I was confused about what he was trying to say.
"I mean Ren Hilton, the previous one, when did he die? Like, it''s this year, right? So there has to be a date," ze exined his question.
Hmm, if I think about it, the previous Ren Hilton died on the 18th of Valeria. He challenged Adam Stales on the 3rd and died about fifteen dayster, so around the 18th of Valeria would be correct.
"What!! That means you have to go through this curse for another seven months!??" ze''s voice made it hard for me to think. Why was he shouting so much?
"What...are you worried?" I asked with an amused expression. It''s rare for him to...
"Hell yeah, I''m worried! Didn''t you see how those girls reacted while the effect of the curse is just 1%!! If it''s another seven months and it keeps increasing!!" ze sounded genuinely worried.
"Haha," I chuckled as I said, "Don''t worry, I don''t think that curse can do anything to me." I''m sure that at most, it can make everyone hate me, which I''m used to.
"You''re used to it?" ze asked.
"Somewhat, there was a time when even Jas used to hate me, not that I me her. So, I''m used to being hated." I think I''ll be fine.
"Well, if you say so. It''s not like I''m not used to losing close ones too," ze shrugged off.
I looked at the ss schedule again, and then, if I were to subtract holidays and all, it''s around twenty lectures for each subject.
Attendance isn''tpulsory for any year. You aren''t forced to attend even a single ss as long as you bring in the results. But if you were to fail, they''ll kick you out without a second thought. It''s merciless here.
Anyway, starting tomorrow, I can begin with the beast mastery ss since I''m interested in it.
"So, is this all for today?" ze asked, stretching his feline form before lying downfortably on the desk.
"Yeah, sses are over for the day. I guess I''ll head back to the dorm," I said, closing the schedule book.
"Sounds like a n," ze agreed. "Maybe you''ll have more exciting encounters tomorrow."
"Who knows?" I shrugged, gathering my things and leaving the ssroom. The journey back to the dormitory felt a bit shorter than usual, and as I walked through the hallway.
Amidst the bustling hallway, my attention was drawn to a figure sprinting towards me. The sound of rapid footsteps echoed off the walls, apanied by heavy panting and the rhythmic p of shoes against the polished floor. Sweat glistened on his forehead and trickled down his temple, leaving moist trails in its wake.
The stranger''s disheveled appearance revealed the urgency of his mission. His hair clung damply to his forehead, and his shirt was sticking to his skin from exertion. Despite the obvious signs of distress, he didn''t stop for a moment. He stumbled twice, his shoes screeching as they scraped against the floor, but he regained his bnce each time without a second thought.
As he neared me, his wild eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a sign or a guide. His chest heaved as he halted abruptly in front of me, and his voice trembled as he gasped, "W-where''s the principal''s office?"
I looked at him for a brief moment, taking in the chaotic scene before me. The rapid thud of in his eyes seemed to mirror the sense of urgency in the air as it hit me like...who he was.
"Um... go that way," I pointed in the direction he needed to go, my voice steady despite the chaos. "Ask someone. It''s quite a distance."
He shot me a look that held a mix of frustration and gratitude, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within. Without wasting another moment, he sprinted off again, his footsteps fading as he vanished down the corridor.
"That was random," zemented.
As I headed towards the dormitory, I began to speak. "Have I ever told you that Ren was nothing more than a third-rate viin?"
"You''ve said it a thousand times," he retorted.
"Yes, I have. And yet, he wasn''t that unimportant. After all, he''s the one who taught Adam Stales—the kind-hearted protagonist—that sometimes you have to be cold-hearted to serve justice," I added, my gaze wandering to the expanse of green grass that was meticulously maintained.
"-and what does that have to do with that man?" He questioned.
"Smokeball, today is the 3rd of Valeria, and on this very day, the second phase of this arc is set to begin. The g has been raised," I chuckled slightly.
"..." He listened intently.
"The Hestia Empire versus Elishia Forest hasmenced," I concluded, leaving the ce.
The second year of the MC''s life in the academy wasn''t solely about romance and harem, was it? There must have been some kind of twist or excitement to add vor to it.
"Are you suggesting arge-scale massacre of lives is a twist in the story?" He inquired.
"Maybe it is, but who cares? Certainly not me," I replied.