Radiant History 2462, Cold Star Month, Day 4.
Awakening in his second-floor bedroom at the academy residence, Anvis opened his eyes, and through the gossamer canopy between the bedposts, he saw the faint golden hues of dawn twinkling on the square platinum ceiling.
Slowly sitting up from the bed, Anvis glanced at the Magic Clock on the bedside, where the exquisitely crafted Mithril hands pointed precisely to six o'clock in the morning.
Yawning lightly, with a slight stir of his thoughts, a brand-new academy uniform flew over and dressed him automatically.
Some say meditation can replace sleep. Perhaps it can, but to Anvis, normal sleep seems more relaxing.
At the same time, this was also an instinctual effort to maintain habits from his time as a human.
After breaking through the Seventh Rank, the body structure of Professionals is already entirely different from that of ordinary people.
"Tap tap—"
The sudden knocking sound drew Anvis' attention.
