Michael took a slow breath.
At this point he felt he could no longer keep the matter to himself. Advancing to Rank Three was an extrely important step. If
sothing truly went wrong during the process, the consequences could be severe.
Michael was not willing to gamble with sothing like that.
"...I should probably ask soone."
He did not intend to explain the entire situation. There was no way he could reveal everything about the Origin Will or the ridiculous requirents he had just completed. But perhaps an instructor might know sothing about unusual advancent situations. At the very least they could confirm whether this was normal.
With that decision made, Michael did not hesitate any longer. His figure blurred slightly.
A mont later Michael pushed open the door of his manor and stepped outside.
He had only taken a single step into the courtyard when suddenly he stopped.
A strange sensation ran through his body.
It was subtle.
But impossible to ignore.
Michael frowned slightly.
"...What is this?"
The feeling was difficult to describe. It was not pain. Nor was it pressure. Instead it felt almost like a faint pull, as if sothing sowhere was calling to him.
Michael slowly raised his head. His eyes instinctively moved upward toward the sky.
The academy's secret realm possessed its own artificial sky. Above him countless stars shimred faintly across the darkness.
Yet at that mont Michael could not shake the strange feeling coming from deep within his body.
It felt as though sothing inside him was responding to sothing above. Calling to it. Or perhaps summoning it.
Michael's gaze remained fixed on the starry sky.
"...Why does it feel like..."
Michael's voice trailed off.
Before he could finish the sentence, a thunderous voice suddenly exploded across the entire secret realm.
"Which bastard decided that advancing to this level should be done inside the academy!"
The roar echoed through the realm like rolling thunder. The voice sounded furious. Yet strangely, the anger could not completely hide the excitent within it. It almost sounded delighted.
Michael blinked.
"What?"
Before he could react further, his surroundings suddenly distorted. His vision shifted.
Space itself seed to fold.
In the next instant five figures appeared directly in front of him.
Michael froze.
Because the mont those individuals appeared, an overwhelming pressure filled the courtyard. Their presence alone made the
surrounding air feel heavy.
Among them stood a familiar figure.
Director Arven.
However, unlike his usual erratic deanor, the academy director was staring at Michael with a strange expression.
Confusion.
And he was not the only one. The other four individuals standing beside him were also staring at Michael with identical expressions.
Five pairs of eyes locked onto him.
All of them were observing him carefully.
Silently.
After several seconds one of the elders finally spoke.
"... Are my eyes playing tricks on ?"
Another figure slowly rubbed his chin while continuing to stare at
Michael.
"No."
His voice was calm.
"Unfortunately our eyes seem to be working perfectly."
He paused for a mont before continuing.
"And it appears the Rank Three supernatural we sensed... is this youth. However, why is he still at Rank Two? And how could he even
summon that phenonon?"
Silence fell again.
Michael's heart skipped a beat.
Because at that mont he clearly recognized sothing terrifying.
All five of the people standing before him were Rank Four superpowers. Director Arven alone was already a terrifying existence within the academy, yet now there were four others standing beside
him.
Facing five Rank Four powerhouses at once, even soone as calm as Michael could not remain completely composed.
He swallowed slightly and looked toward the only familiar face among
them.
"...Director Arven."
His voice was slightly stiff.
Michael hesitated for a mont before asking the question that had
been bothering him since earlier.
"Is sothing... wrong with ?"
Director Arven did not answer imdiately. Instead the man stared at
Michael for several seconds as if examining sothing invisible.
Then he suddenly asked a strange question.
"Michael... have you done anything strange recently?"
Michael blinked.
"...Strange?"
Director Arven nodded slowly.
"Yes. Anything unusual. Anything abnormal. Anything that might
have... provoked the universe maybe?"
Michael was completely confused by the wording.
He shook his head.
"No."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"Well... I was trying to advance just now."
Five pairs of eyes imdiately sharpened.
Michael noticed the change and quickly added, "But I can't for so
reason."
The courtyard beca silent again.
Director Arven wly rubbed his forehead.
For once the academy director did not look absent minded or half
insane like he usually did. In fact his eyes were unusually clear.
Strangely sane.
After a mont he lowered his hand and looked at Michael again.
"...Michael."
His tone was calm, but there was sothing strange hidden beneath
it.
"You truly are special."
Before Michael could ask what that ant, one of the other Rank Four
powerhouses suddenly spoke.
"We should not wait any longer."
His expression had beco serious.
"If we delay further, a disaster might strike the academy."
Another nodded.
"The phenonon has already begun forming."
Director Arven sighed softly.
"Yes. You are right." Before Michael could react, Director Arven suddenly moved.
His figure vanished.
The next instant he appeared directly in front of Michael. Then the world blurred.
Space twisted violently around him.
Michael felt the ground disappear beneath his feet.
In the blink of an eye the environnt around him changed completely.
The manor courtyard vanished.
In its place appeared a vast forest.
Tall ancient trees surrounded them on all sides.
Michael imdiately noticed sothing else.
They were no longer inside the academy's secret realm.
This was the real outside world.
Yet the five Rank Four powerhouses were still standing beside him.
Michael looked around in confusion.
"...Director Arven."
His voice carried clear bewildernt. "What is happening?"
Director Arven did not answer. Instead he slowly raised his hand and
pointed upward.
"Look."
Michael frowned slightly but followed the direction.
He lifted his head toward the sky.
The mont he did his eyes widened. Above the forest a massive dark storm was forming.
Black clouds were gathering rapidly. Lightning flickered within them like furious serpents.
The entire sky looked as if it was collapsing. And strangely Michael felt an undeniable connection to it.
"What manner of advancent is this?"
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