It was crazy. I dusted off my training uniform, grabbed my phone instantly, and when I saw the ti—7:30—I realized I was running late. I hurriedly saved my book in the system and rushed out. Classes were about to start.
When I entered the classroom, the first person to greet was Erwing. He offered a seat next to him with a smile, but I politely declined, not feeling comfortable in the midst of so much noise. I preferred a corner seat near the window, where I could think more calmly. As I settled in, I looked around the room, which, although full of students, seed surprisingly empty to , as if everyone was in their own worlds.
Class began, but I was still caught up in my thoughts. What was this place? The novel never ntioned a place like this, and yet sothing inside told I had been there before. It was a strange feeling, as if everything was new and, at the sa ti, I recognized it. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on , but I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
Ti passed quickly between my ramblings, until the teacher’s voice pulled out of my thoughts.
"Mana is an indispensable force in the universe, so consider it the origin of all life, a stream of primordial energy that flows through everything that exists."
With her rigid gaze and authoritative tone, Alexandra Moretti continued with her choice, but my thoughts were too scattered to follow her.
Without realizing it, the Mana Theory class had advanced considerably, only I couldn’t rember a word of what she had said. My mind was caught in an endless number of strange sensations, rembering the entire large library and the strange book that rested in the system, I found it at the sa ti familiar and completely alien.
"However, it is not the only force that exists in the world. There is also the sacred power, used by the priests of the temple, who claim that it cos directly from Faith. The closer you are to the gods, the stronger this divine energy will be. Although, of course, it is only an interpretation.
Perhaps so of you are familiar with the ’theory of everything’. For those who are not, this suggests that everything cos from a single source, and that, in the end, everything returns to that source. We are born, to give life we grow to develop it and when we die, our energy disperses into tiny particles that take on new properties. Although the idea is fascinating, in these modern tis it is almost impossible to offer a clear explanation for it, but..."
His words were not very sharp, most likely due to the discontent between scientists and the church, both pursuing different objectives.
"...So," he said, stopping and staring intently at the entire class, "can anyone tell us so differences between holy power and mana? Hmm... We see... that student over there."
His gaze fell on , and my heart skipped a beat. Without realizing it, I had been staring into space, lost in other thoughts. The rest of the class that had been sprawled out on their desks had at so point gotten up and were taking notes... "traitors," I muttered softly.
The classroom fell silent, and I felt a rush of heat rise to my cheeks. But the pressure of his eyes on forced to open my mouth.
"Uh... mana is more... thodical," I said, searching for a way to articulate my ideas. "It’s sothing that living beings can channel, absorb... adapt. Sacred power, on the other hand... seems more imdiate, more determined, more like it’s limited to only a few."
Alexandra Moretti watched silently for a mont, assessing my words with a mix of curiosity and interest. Then, she rose slightly, as if satisfied with the answer, but not enough to stop her from continuing her lecture with rigor.
"Interesting," she comnted, "but there’s still a lot to dig into. In these tis, the understanding of mana and sacred power has beco as much a philosophical issue as it is a political one."
His words, which seed to carry a subtle hint of contempt, along with the sound of the clock marking the passage of ti, signaling the end of class.
"Hey, Cyan, why don’t you co with us to the cafeteria?" Erwing asked, with a kind smile.
The idea of going with them tempted , but the cold gaze of Alia, who hadn’t said a word, made hesitate. Besides, the book I had gotten intrigued too much, and curiosity pushed to go straight to my room. Still, I didn’t want to reject them completely.
"I’ll catch up with them later," I quickly replied, with a slight smile, and hurried out into the hallway.
I ran through the halls of the building without looking back, dodging the students who crossed my path. I didn’t want to waste too much ti, but I didn’t want to be there too long either. After a few minutes, I arrived at the boys’ dorm complex. I walked straight to Block A and found Room A-101 without difficulty. Without thinking twice, I pushed the door hard, ignoring whether it made any noise, and closed it behind abruptly.
Inside, the silence was welcoming, a contrast to the bustle of the hallways. I dropped onto the bed but didn’t let tiredness take over . I took out the system book and took it in my hands. Ti seed to stop for a mont as curiosity drove to open it. With that thought, a translucent window welcod ...
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I couldn’t wait any longer and quickly began to review the content urgently.
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[Book of ****** (??)]
Type: Talent
*An ancient object that encapsulates the essence of great kings and fallen heroes. Upon opening it, the user inherits the talent contained within its pages, acquiring exceptional skills and ancient wisdom.
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The description was brief but clear. I knew that upon opening the book, sothing inside would change. I had no idea what talent I would inherit, but one thing was clear: it would not be sothing easy to handle.
I took a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs as my thoughts cald down. For a few seconds, I stood there, facing the doubt that threatened to consu . I made a firm decision, closed my eyes for a mont, and without further hesitation, opened its pages...
Ssssshhh-BOOM!
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