"MAYBE I TRANSMIGRATED into another world?" Ryle was playing jokes with himself.The young Ryle was bored, so he was theorizing anything he could think of to satiate his boredom; this was Ryle's hobby in his past life. The young man was still sane and he was sure that he was in the same world; he wasn't even sure if there were other worlds that existed, he just wanted to kill time.Time passed by quickly; Ryle could feel that he had the mana now to execute a healing magic. Wasting to time, he began to circulate his mana and uttered the incantation in his mind. His expression turned ugly when nothing happened, so with difficulty, he opened his mouth and said, "18th Healing: Stiches of Recuperation!"To no avail, Ryle could still not feel his mana responding to him. If someone was able to witness Ryle do such thing, they would laugh their lungs out 'till they die — that was the most shameful thing a wizard could ever commit. Ryle was somehow embarrassed, at

THE GAINS THAT Ryle had acquired today made him feel delighted; he didn't expect that a simple query for artifacts would lead him to obtain a myriad space artifact. Ryle promised to make sure that he would make the most out of the treasures that were right before his hands.An order of not barging in into Jadren's room was issued inside the Hlezel Mansion. Ryle issued the order himself, he reasoned out that the moment he would get enough rest, he would be cultivating his fire magic. Disturbances were what Ryle needed the least for the rest of the day.Presently laying on the bed was Ryle as he immersed himself into the memories of Jadren once more — there was something that he needed to confirm. He searched for the records of myriad magics in Jadren's memory, but to no avail. It was not in the books, his classmates don't possess one, nor the strongest wizards in the Land of Lahell — in short, there were no traces of myriad magic. It was as if m

WHILE EVERYONE WAS having their own classes, a ringing bell was heard all over the academy. In an instant, students of Sky Crane Academy excitedly rushed out from their respective classrooms. Ryle was not an exemption from this, the moment he heard the signal, he was the first one to exit thay class — he had grown tired of Kin's voice and everything about the instructor.However, as the young man was taking his steps to the cafeteria, he suddenly felt a hand behind his neck. Feeling alarmed, Ryle shoved the hand away with his brute force. When he happened to look back to met the person who was daring enough to harass him like that, he met the stares of Oswald.Oswald Belser was an D- wizard, ranked third in their class, and his background wasn't something to be trifled with. Oswald's father was a merchant who owned the Thousand Lily Shop and Shop held an influence in the Merchant's Alliance. The mentioned alliance, if united, was one of the influences who had the

Chapter 8: It Was Ryle Who Interfered! It was an unspoken rule that during spars, no one should interfere, unless necessary. The term necessary would only be valid to circumstances wherein the life of any participant was threatened, otherwise any interference would not be tolerated.“What the hell was that?” Ryuen shouted and threw a deadly gaze to the perpetrator who dared to sneak an attack her. "I demand a very reasonable explanation."The person who was responsible for the launching of fireball was no other than Ryle. After the failed attack on Ryuen, he went to take his seat and act as if nothing had happened. The way that Ryle acted incited an uproar — his behavior was too overbearing.  Interfering a spar and making it appear as if it never took place? Who would do that? Now, it was not only Ryuen who was giving Ryle an angered look, but his classmates as well. Before any unnecessary thing would hap

Chapter 2: Birthing?"MAYBE I TRANSMIGRATED into another world?" Ryle was playing jokes with himself.The young Ryle was bored, so he was theorizing anything he could think of to satiate his boredom; this was Ryle's hobby in his past life. The young man was still sane and he was sure that he was in the same world; he wasn't even sure if there were other worlds that existed, he just wanted to kill time.Time passed by quickly; Ryle could feel that he had the mana now to execute a healing magic. Wasting to time, he began to circulate his mana and uttered the incantation in his mind. His expression turned ugly when nothing happened, so with difficulty, he opened his mouth and said, "18th Healing: Stiches of Recuperation!"To no avail, Ryle could still not feel his mana responding to him. If someone was able to witness Ryle do such thing, they would laugh their lungs out 'till they die — that was the most shameful thing a wizard could ever commit. Ryle was somehow embarrassed, at the same