Mage Manual Chapter 295 - 295 253 The Void Realm Should Yield to Reality

Chapter 295: Chapter 253: The Void Realm Should Yield to Reality Chapter 295: Chapter 253: The Void Realm Should Yield to Reality Dazzling Star, Sword Flower University, Sword Skill Departnt, professor’s office.

“Forget what it ant?”

“It just ans I forgot to notify you, actually, it was just sothing from a couple of days ago. Two of the social team mbers died in the Void Realm.”

“Were they seriously injured?”

“Actually, their injuries were not severe, but one was hurt in the eye and the other in the ear, which greatly affected their ability to fight. So, they were replaced. Then Reonie recomnded you, thus, it naturally followed that you beca a team mber—oh right, this ti the social with Trajectory University is led by . I originally didn’t want you to compete so soon, but this cohort of Sword Skill students is the worst I have seen. I had no choice but to let you, a newcor who hasn’t even trained for a month, to join and hold up the event.”

“Why didn’t you ask ?”

“Because I thought you would definitely agree, so I didn’t bother to ask and then I forgot to tell you.”

“But why lead Vanguard?”

Sonia held her forehead and complained, “I enter the Void Realm promptly at 11 p.m. every night, you know that, Professor… The lead Vanguard battle doesn’t even start until midnight at the earliest, completely ssing up my plan— not to ntion I train in swordsmanship for two hours every evening.”

“And if soone hadn’t ntioned it to , I wouldn’t even have known that I was supposed to attend the social tonight! The whole school knows that I’m going to be in the lead Vanguard battle, everyone except !”

“Professor, this is making very—”

Click!

A pair of boots landed on the desk. Professor Trozan, slouched in the cushioned chair, arms crossed over his chest, looked particularly impatient. “Done complaining? Am I not just guilty of forgetting to tell you? Do you really need to nag about it? Next ti, I’ll flood you with ten ssages about related notifications on the Veil, alright?”

Although he was abrasive, Sonia knew that the professor was listening.

After half a month of interaction, Sonia had understood Professor Trozan’s character all too well. Although the Sword Skill professor was as bristly and domineering in conversation with everyone as a hedgehog, with a teaching style that amounted to “are you strong or am I strong? I’m stronger so listen to ,” it was because she had been imnsely talented since childhood and had risen to beco a Holy Sanctuary Mage with ease, her genius fully eclipsing her lack of emotional intelligence. She never needed to learn the nuances of social interaction.

To others, dealing with Professor Trozan might seem torturous, but Sonia didn’t feel that way at all. Back in her village, there were plenty of villagers whose EQ was even lower than Professor Trozan’s, with their entire understanding of the world relying on dramas and prenatal education. Sonia had rich experience in dealing with scoundrels.

Or rather, Sonia was very satisfied that Professor Trozan was a genius with low EQ; this was why she could so quickly identify the professor’s character traits, even knowing how to make the professor ‘obey.’

Sonia was so forceful this ti because she knew Trozan wouldn’t bla her, and it was the only way to ensure the professor would take it seriously—honestly speaking, Trozan was the type of person who wouldn’t rember unless you gave her a good taphorical slap.

“I get the impression you’re not too keen on participating in the social, even less on leading the Vanguard,” Trozan tilted his head. “If you’re really in a hurry to enter the Void Realm, I can change the order and let you fight the Vanguard battle first, get it over with, and hurry back to the school. Even taking you out of the lineup is fine… what do you think?”

“But, even at the height of my craze for the Void Realm, I wasn’t as addicted as you. Missing it for a day or two, are you really going to miss out on sothing?”

Miss out? Miss the crucial mont when the feelings between Observer and Witch heat up.

Although that was her internal monologue, Sonia also knew that nothing much would happen in one night. If it were possible to make significant progress in just one evening, then it only ant that she as the Village Girl was simply inadequate—she hadn’t managed to counter-manipulate the Observer in half a month, could the Witch succeed in just one night?

Is having a girlfriend with multiple personalities really that great? Isn’t it just like dating a confidante, a darkly witty girl, a bubbly young girl, and a cold-blooded killer at the sa ti? What’s the big deal?

Okay, perhaps the Witch actually does have quite a few advantages.

After breaking it down, Sonia realized that aside from arriving a bit earlier, she didn’t seem to have much more of a competitive edge.

Even in the Observer’s favored theory of Combat Power, the Witch, capable of cultivating in the Ti Faction, had a future that surpassed her own—since the Ti Faction automatically grew within the Ti Continent, it ant the Witch would always have one more faction she excelled in than herself.

Though her position on the team seed shaky, Sonia wasn’t too concerned about being left out. Even if Observer made it sound serious, always talking about ‘status,’ ‘struggle,’ ‘survival of the fittest,’ ‘wolf spirit,’ ‘the capable leads,’ she knew those were all just slogans to urge her to cultivate harder.

Just like how before every quiz, professors at the academy would say, “This quiz will affect your regular grades”, to make students feel anxious and thus learn to review proactively.

The half-month advantage wasn’t fake; Sonia had already vaguely grasped the Observer’s character. This legendary figure who seed to have awakened was actually a very delicate person, hiding undercurrents in absurd jests and wrapping goodwill in silent actions.

Had the Observer not taken the initiative, Sonia would never have discussed her personality disorder in battle with the Witch, and even if they talked, she would wait for it to happen a few more tis, waiting until their relationship had further developed. However, the Observer seed too impatient, seeking imdiate resolution upon noticing issues as if holding it in would affect his ability to pee.

She didn’t know whether it stemd from a sense of responsibility, concern for the team, or simply goodwill.

Such a delicate person would take much longer to accept soone than an average person. Moreover, Sonia felt that even now, she hadn’t been truly accepted by the Observer. Even though he had said she was the pillar of his life, occasionally, when he looked at her, there was an indescribable sense of distance in his eyes.

It was like… he was looking at sothing unreachable.

This sense of distance was deeply hidden, perhaps because they were not in the sa domain; the physical space created emotional distance.

Sonia, unable to break through this barrier herself, didn’t think the Witch could manage it either.

And, if the Observer was really just lustful and hasty, choosing operators just to pick consorts, why was Sonia still unscathed? Could it be because the Observer couldn’t beat her?

Sonia could co up with ten thousand reasons to prove that there was nothing wrong with the Observer and the Witch exploring the Void Realm alone.

But she just couldn’t convince herself.

Sotis rationality wasn’t useful, as emotional thoughts occupied every inch of her mind, and the army of reason was defeated and fled.

Just the thought of the Observer and the Witch exploring the Void Realm without her caused Sonia to feel a pain so intense it was as if she was being torn apart.

She couldn’t know what they would do or say in the Void Realm. Would they speak ill of her? Would the Observer share his past? Maybe they would encounter adventures in the Void Realm, like the Miracle Park, the Magic Hall, or even the Fate Q&A…

Those treatnts that once belonged solely to her, the attention that only she once received, the exclusivity she once possessed—were being handed over to soone else bit by bit.

If she hadn’t refused the top position in combat or turned down the mixer, then the Observer and the Witch would have their own unique mories, exclusive experiences, and secrets shared with a smile.

She detested this feeling of loss of control and was afraid of being left out.

She knew her suspicions were illogical and indulging in these emotions was aningless, but she just couldn’t control herself.

Sonia Sevi was just that incapable village girl, unable to pick up, let go, hold onto, or keep anything.

All the reasons in the world could not outweigh an instant of heartbeat.

“So what do you an?”

Professor Trozan asked, “So are you switching the battle order, or are you flat out cancelling the mixer? Well, I can understand prioritizing Void Realm adventures over real-life activities…”

“No.”

Sonia’s answer surprised both the professor and herself.

The village girl stared intently at the professor, fists clenched tightly, rigidly shaking her head: “Let’s stick to the professor’s arrangent. I’ll take responsibility for the final top position battle, and I’ll also attend the university mixer to the end.”

“The Void Realm should yield to reality.”