After class, students scattered across campus, each heading toward their designated Advanced Magic Classrooms. The lively chatter of the first-years thinned as they mixed with older students, the atmosphere growing more focused, more intense.
Adonis walked into the Space Magic Department, where the air itself felt slightly heavier — like the space around them was watching.The classroom was wide, with layered magical barriers inscribed on the walls. Dozens of seats were already filled. Unlike the bloom class, this room had second and third-year students as well. They were calm. Focused. Silent.
No whispers. No duck comments. No relationship rumors.It was… kind of refreshing.
Adonis quietly took his assigned seat.
After a few minutes, a man stepped into the room. He wore a plain dark coat and walked like someone who had no need for theatrics.He had short black hair, slightly tousled, and deep sapphire eyes that gave off a subtle pressure — like staring into the calm of a deep sea moments before a tidal wave.
The man looked around.
"I see today's the first day for the new ones."
His voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard him perfectly.
"I'll introduce myself once and only once. I am Liam Chan, and I will be your instructor in the art of Space Magic. Prepare yourselves — this path is not one for the faint-hearted."
A few students straightened up nervously.
Liam raised a finger. "First thing you need to understand. Only Royal-class mages and above can use Advanced Magic. That means what you learn here — for now — is theory."
"Everything I'll teach you, you must comprehend deeply, memorize thoroughly, and most importantly: feel. When the time comes, when your mana core breaks through and reaches the Royal level… only then can you form your first Orbital Ring."
He raised three fingers now.
"These rings are divided into three grades: Man, Earth, and Heaven."
"The stronger your understanding, the higher your grade. Imagine Space Magic is a vast and complex formula. A Man-grade mage might grasp one-fourth. Earth-grade one-third. But a Heaven-grade mage…" He paused. "Half. At most."
Someone from the first year timidly raised a hand.
"Sir… can't someone just master the whole formula someday?"
The silence that followed was instantly broken — by laughter. From the upper years.
"Hah… classic first-years…"
"He thinks he's going to become a God."
"Cute."
Liam didn't smile. He stared directly at the student and said calmly,
"Mastering the entire formula would mean having absolute control over space.
To bend reality to your will.To tear dimensions.To walk through the fabric of time.To create universes."
Almost like a god
His voice dropped.
"so tell me do you think you can become a god?Or perhaps the reincarnation of a demon king?Even so… in the Aristocrat realm, your body simply can't endure that kind of power.Even with a genius soul, the Heaven grade is the highest you'll ever reach — and even that puts you among the top 1%."
The room turned quiet again.
Liam looked at everyone with serious eyes.
"If you're here hoping for shortcuts — drop out.If you're here thinking Space Magic will make you flashy and cool — transfer to Illusion.This class is for those who are willing to walk through walls of reality — barefoot."
Then, with a wave of his hand, a rune-etched chalkboard lit up behind him.
"That's all for today. Tomorrow, we begin dissecting Spatial Anchors and Pocket Theory. Be on time."
With that, he left — as simply as he arrived.
Adonis sat in silence.Not because the class had overwhelmed him — but because it had ignited something in him.
"Mastery of space… means changing the rules themselves…"
He remembered how helpless he felt when watching others suffer from elemental discrimination — when his sister awakened the Dark Element, and the unjustified prejudice dark element users face.
"If I want to change something… truly change it… I can't be just strong.I need to be stronger so I must form heaven grade orbital ring no matter what"
He didn't flinch.He simply made a vow.