I am the Phoenix Lord

Chapter 2: world of magic

In the great hall of Magus academy were the many students who came to apply and the officials to watch.

This was the moment life's were being decided, either you die a poor broke weakling or get the opportunity to become rich and powerful.

This world was all about magic and at a certain age, you would go to Magus academy to test your level of magic alongside your future occupation.

If you were lucky enough, you would get a great occupation and become noticed by the entire world and this were the prayers of all students.

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The history of magic originated thousands of years ago, when the gods had a glorious battle with demons and hell beast alongside humans.

They had decided to cleanse the earth and that led to an all out war between all. In the latter humans invented magic and gained an upper hand, that was when the first of him was born....

The Phoenix Warlock.

The Phoenix warlock was a man that mastered all forms of magic, he was unstoppable and became the breach to all worlds.

After that era passed and the first Phoenix Warlock perished another was chosen, and so was the line passed down. The moment one dies, the same moment another was chosen to hold such greatness.

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It was through this test they also determined who the next Phoenix Warlock would be especially now that the last Warlock has died.

Everyone was eager to be the next.

"Now students come up to the crystal and lay your hands on it," the headmaster rose up from his sit waving at the students who immediately lined up according to the numbers given to them one after the other placing their hands on the enormous crystal meant to gauge their power.

"Havery! Magus of air!"

After the announcement, everyone in the audience broke into laughter dulling the young lads look as this was truly a weak awakening.

"Sophia! Magus of telepathy! Wonderful ability."

The crowd broke into a glorious chant all at once (The audience were second year students so this was understandable).

"John! Magus of teleportation! Poor."

"Jack! Magus of speed. Wonderful."

"Velma! Magus of lightning."

One after the other, the students began to thin, the number of useless powers far outweighing the useful.

In this line now remaining three candidate was Hart at far behind bitting at his lips and hoping for the best, so far no one had become the Phoenix Warlock that meant it had to be one of them.

If it was him, this would change his life from a regular loser and orphan to a genius loved by every and anyone.

{At age eight I lost my father and mother, had a sister that eventually died from sickness after that I lived on the street as a slave washing public toilets and so much more horrid things no one would like to know. Until I became sixteen and came here to become the Phoenix Warlock or at least a decent Magus}

Finally it was Hart's turn at the crystal and he took it placing his hand on it and wishing for the best.

"P.... He is.... Hart is.... The.... P...."

Hart's mouth fell wide open at the words that appeared on the crystal. "Empty Magus?"

Everyone burst into laughter, at this point. An Empty Magus was commonly diagnosed as those without powers or a bit of magic and that was what he was.

Hart dropped his look, "guess I am dying broke."

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Now not even getting a good selection of Magus Occupation, the odds of him surviving this next step were pretty slim.

After getting occupations, they would give instructors to the recriits to select three students to serve under them, if they didn't get picked that was the end of their careers.

Hart had already decided his life couldn't end here, but his probability was really low, no one would want to help a sorry soul like him.

Looking all around made him gloomy once again, he had secluded himself from the crowd to sulk on all his life.

"Hey trash! Why don't you clean my shoes!" As if staying alone wasn't enough a gang of boys had come to him with their annoying attitudes.

This was bound to happen since he was trash. In the world of Magic, those with greater abilities ruled over the weak, so at this moment the strong would try to recruit him as a slave to them.

Normally others would accept to avoid being pushed around by the other masses, who wouldn't give up at this point.

Certainly not Hart.

"Hey didn't this trash hear me?" The boy that talked turned to another of his mates who had accompanied him for his slave run; they were actually three.

"Maybe a showcase of your ability would make his ears work once more," one suggested making a wicked grin appear on his face.

"You're right!" The leader tightened his fist a red energy forming in it, "my ability is to triple the effects of pain and damage so get ready to feel it bastard!"

The boy brought down his fist at Hart with Incredible speed. Luckily he was ready for this swerving out of the way and grabbing the boy's hand strongly.

"Don't you dare look at me as trash!" Hart's tone dazed the bully even more as he never saw this coming. A common slave pulling this kind of stunt on him who came from a prestigious family.

Not allowing another minute of thought Hart pulled him by the wrist into range throwing his knee and planting it across the boys nose.

Crack!

The boy staggered falling into his underlings embrace. They too had gotten dazed by this.

Reason being that the boy he just punch was Gullard Zeno the son of the house of Zeno which were one of the world greatest Magus. By attacking Gullard he listed himself as an enemy and that wouldn't be good for anyone.

The rule of Magus; those that were stronger were on top and those that weren't.... died.

"You brat!" One of the underlings retaliated connecting a flame charged fist with Hart's face throwing him down to the ground.

"GAHAACCK!" Hart had predicted his win as a long shot from the beginning, against this high grade Magus and his trash ability, this was basically the meaning of enlisting to become a punching sack.

Right now that is the o my thing I can do, get beat up.

The other boy spat on Hart one after the other gathering round him and marching on him continuously while he shrugged in pain, curving himself to minimize the casualties.

After a few minutes they were done with Hart who was bleeding out and all beaten up. They walked away leaving him in his internal scar of being weak.

"Damn it!" He cursed grinding his teeth and cursing his life with all meaning in him. 'Why am I the one to suffer all this pain? I don't even have someone who cares for me.'

"You look like someone who has potential to help me Empty Magus, how would you like to be my third recruit?"

Hart slowly searched with his eyes, who on earth wanted to accept such a trash like him? Who in his right senses wouldn't hesitate before picking Hart to be a member? Could it be his prayers had been answered? A chance to become a Magus.

Hart opened his eyes wide open in shock, the person that wanted him in his team was, not there. Probably his mind playing tricks on him.

No one was anywhere near him, and no one would get close to his irritated loser bloodline. Now he knew he had been hallucinating all this time, no one would accept trash like him, he whereas start packing to drown himself in the sea or something.

"This is the final lane of my life, I lived through it uselessly..... I guess I am dying hungry."