A dome of mana spread out, covering the whole classroom. Jered noticed that it shared similar properties to his ‘Low Conceal’—though Evelyn’s worked on a larger scale. “Jered…” her tone was cutthroat, her eyes peering over steepled fingers. “You… can use magic?” The question was right to the point. No sugar-coating it. A lie was about to roll off Jered’s …

Someone was watching him; two eyes tucked in the darkness. Jered never had nightmares before—his brain was not wired to feel fear. Then his father’s death changed that concept entirely, crumpled it up, and tossed it into his face. Sometimes a face would appear, a knowing smile on its distorted features, and eyes sharpened with hunger. Was it all in …

A pebble flicked annoyingly at Jered’s windowpane. He ignored the first tap, turned around, and snored away into his pillow—his deep, rhythmic breathing vouching for his unconsciousness. Then a second whack sounded out, stronger, tailed right away by a third and a fourth. Jered’s eyes cracked open. A few seconds passed where he patiently waited for the noises to stop. …

Kenny dropped the rock, lurched down, and disgorged his dinner all over the ground. “I-I… k-killed… someone.” he dry-heaved, his face pale, clammy, and smeared with specks of Carter’s blood. He braved a glance towards the corpse laying in a crown of gore, but had to snap his gaze away. A thick copper-ish tang lingered beneath his nose. He couldn’t …

Now that Kenny was high on adrenaline, Jered slowed down. The blustery winds tapered off into a sweet breeze. They were almost at their destination anyway—not that they needed to get there. “Can you see them?” he said with an anticipatory edge, pointing forward. Kenny flung his eyes from Jered’s finger towards the road ahead. A black SUV was racing …

That was not how it really worked; Liam’s mind was too clouded with alcohol to draw up a more logical conclusion. Jered came to a halt in front of Kenny’s bedroom door. Honestly, what could you even say to a teenager who’s confused about his gender identity? Not to mention his daddy issues—or the suicidal thoughts he used to have …

It was over for the magus. Ajivak had thousands upon thousands of years of magical expertise. A mere swipe of its scaly tail could have opened up the sky itself, and brought down winds sharp enough to level a mountain. That entity was a catastrophe given life—and there was no spell a mortal like him could have conjured to outmatch …

Jered rested his back against an unassuming corner, nursing his cold drink. “Ahh look who we have here…” It was Carter’s blustering voice, no doubt. Jered didn’t need to turn around to know Lloyd and Victor were there to complete the c*********. They had chosen a deserted area of the schoolyard to ambush poor Kirby. “Have you done our homework, …

[Your magical abilities have been enhanced by 15%][Mana Orb has become Lv.31][Mana Beam has become Lv.17][Due to your constant magical exercise, your second vein has been slightly stimulated.] “That’s it?” Jered had given up on a hefty chunk of his beauty sleep to finish ‘A Pharaoh’s Biography’, and get some magical workout in. But the outcome was less than satisfying. …

[Name: Jered von Jacobs][Age: 16][Affiliation: Akashka Society][Race: Human/? ][Class: – | Type: – ][Title: – ][Rank: Neophyte | Unlocked Veins: 1][Magic Density: 1][Mana Pool: 50][Soul: Mortal | Average][Sin: – ][Mandatory Quests: 2/4] Jered fiddled with the cover of his newest tome as he stared ahead of him. His status screen was like a magical version of his identity card—and that …