"Get ready, Hairnest. We gotta move fast wait, do you even know where my uniform is?" Max suddenly jumped up from the bed, finally exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Now that Professor Lysira had left, he felt like the air was finally breathable again. A part of him had genuinely believed she was going to drag him into some dark chamber for interrogation or worse, a creepy magical ritual. Thankfully, that hadn't happened. At least not yet.
"It's inside your cupboard, you donut bastard," the black-haired boy muttered from across the room without even looking up.
"Don't call me that! I have a name, you know!" Max barked back, visibly annoyed.
"Oh? You do?" The boy finally raised an eyebrow. "Damn. I didn't know that." His smirk was practically venomous.
Max rolled his eyes. This smug bastard still hadn't told him his name.
"Alright, screw it." The black-haired boy stood up from his bed and walked straight over to Max, stopping just a foot away. Their eyes locked.
"What?" Max asked, slightly confused.
"I'm Jack," the boy said finally, offering his hand with a cocky smile. "Jack Ravel."
Max blinked, surprised at the sudden shift. Still, he took the hand and shook it. "Maximus Stormhart."
They shook hands. One second… two… five.
The shake lingered longer than necessary.
Max raised an eyebrow. "Uh… you gonna let go, or… do you want to confess something?"
Jack's face twitched slightly, and he looked away with a grumble. "...Thank you."
Max blinked again. "Huh?"
Jack quickly let go and turned away, face flushed with irritation. "Don't get the wrong idea! I just felt pity for you. That's all. You became a donut for me nothing else this much i can atleast do."
Max sighed of relief he was really thinking this dude thinking something wrong.
Max burst out laughing. "Hahaha! Yeah, yeah. Thanks to you too, donut-maker. Want a hug or something?"
"Eww, stay away from me, you freak," Jack recoiled as if Max had tried to hand him a dead rat. He took several dramatic steps back, eyes full of exaggerated disgust.
Max just shook his head, grinning. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh?
Without further argument, they both started changing. The room only had two beds and no separate dressing space. Max didn't care. Modesty wasn't exactly high on his list of concerns especially since the other guy was just another dude.
Within a few minutes, they were both dressed and sitting on their beds. They wore identical uniforms: sleek black robes that fell from the collar to their ankles, adorned with a circular emblem stitched over the chest. The emblem featured three vertical pillars green, purple, and white arranged side by side. It was a simple design, but the embroidery was intricate, almost regal in its detailing.
Beneath the robe, each wore a white dress shirt tucked into dark royal blue pants, the fabric so fine it clearly wasn't cheap. Though the uniforms matched, the boys carried them differently.
Jack, with his unruly black hair and ever-present headband, looked like a rebel forced into a school uniform. His robe clashed with his attitude, and he was now carrying a completely different wand not the metallic monstrosity long ass one he had in the market. This one was sleeker, more elegant. Still, the way he carried himself, it was clear he didn't care much for rules.
Max, on the other hand, looked sharp almost too sharp. His long, silver hair framed his face in messy waves, and the dark sunglasses covering his mysterious eye made him look like someone pretending to be a student, not an actual one. With his serious face and composed posture, he looked like a walking enigma more than a first-year mage.
"You kinda look like an edgelord with those weird ass on your face," Jack said, throwing him a sideways glance, a grin tugging at his lips.
"At least I don't have a dick shaped face," Max replied dryly, arms crossed.
"Yeah, well, your face would've had a fucking hole if not because of me. just thank me for not letting your face look a hole in shi...."
Max just sighed. "Mfr…"
He turned his gaze away and sat down on the bed, trying to focus. He had more important things on his mind.
How do I bring that screen back again? he thought.
System?
As if answering his thoughts, a translucent blue screen shimmered into view before his eyes.
He let out a small sigh of relief. It was still there.
But the moment his eyes landed on the stats, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
[MP: 127,000 / 127,000]
W-What the hell?!
He remembered how his MP had surged back when they were in the market but he was absolutely certain it hadn't reached anything near this level back then.
It definitely can't just be because of the reaction points… The MP he received from others' emotional responses yeah he now call those Reaction Points.
Is this because I passed out? Something happened when I blacked out… it has to be Maybe.
But still… this is insane, Max thought, eyes wide. Just imagine what I can do with this much MP…
He currently had only two spells both costing a mere 100 MP each, with zero cooldown. That meant he could literally spam them endlessly.
"Ora ora ora ora BOOM! Instant regeneration, battlefield healing, break every bone and fix it twice over!"
Max almost started drooling just thinking about the possibilities. With this much MP, he was practically a one-man army. An unkillable force of nature.
Then his gaze drifted lower, past the status numbers, to a new section that made his heart skip a beat.
[Reward Chests Available]
Crystal Chest ×1
Silver Chest ×2
A glowing prompt flickered beneath them:
[Do you want to open them, Host?]
[Yes] / [No]
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