Aftermath

Chapter 32: Aftermath

Inside the Awakening Hall, a large group of mage apprentices sitting below watched the scene unfold before them, stunned and completely unaware of what was happening.

Some possessed specialized aptitudes, making them sensitive to one of the eight major schools of magic. Such individuals would stand out when they sat on the throne.

For example, those specializing in the School of Transmutation might see one of their accessories transform directly.

Those in the School of Abjuration might have a protective spell like "Mage Armor" manifest on them.

Even those without any special effects could find a suitable path for their future by recalling imagery when they sat down.

This was also why Mistral's specialization learning was scheduled after awakening.

However, these mage apprentices had never heard of someone being able to vanish into thin air.

Even more bizarre was that the young man reappeared after disappearing for a while.

Many students hadn't even registered what happened when the cloaked female mage took him away via teleportation.

"That privilege is displayed way too nakedly. I bet those NPC mage apprentices next to them are absolutely furious. Someone just cuts the line like that, shows off, and then casually leaves," said a tall, thin man in the player corner.

"Come on, wasn't the person who just sat there also an NPC? This is just internal strife among their own ranks. Sigh, we mages who keep picking this class are always getting beaten up by this game," the fatty sitting next to him grumbled.

"But didn't you notice he also had an Eastern face? He might be a player too."

"If he's a player, then I'll jump off the Floating City and challenge the continuous Feather Fall spell."

"You actually dare to bet on that."

"My brother is actually part of this game's development team. Do you believe he didn't even know what kind of game this was until the promotional video came out? The entire promotion was pushed through by company executives at every level, regardless of cost. The only barrier to entry was the 299 account fee. No one knows which planner decided on the game's content; some even speculate that most of it was generated by AI itself."

The fatty continued enthusiastically, speaking in one breath.

"If we're talking about generation, it's not like there aren't precedents, but have you ever seen a game as highly refined as what we've encountered these past few days? I was almost brainwashed by the nineteen Zero-level Spell models. I was even sketching them out while showering, feeling like I could actually cast spells. When I have time, I'll copy them down one by one in the real world and find someone to appraise them. This game is so amazing, and you're saying there's a backdoor? If there is, I'll be the first to leave."

"So, I'm sure that person's identity and treatment just now means he's a descendant of one of the Mage Association's giants. Otherwise, that old man Mokar wouldn't have been so reverent. Didn't you see how arrogant he was towards the princess of the Eastern Empire?"

"In real life, I'm the one who flaunts privilege to others, but I never expected to be taught a lesson by these NPCs in a game," the tall, thin man said helplessly.

Wang Ningwei paid no attention to the meaningless chatter of the two men in front of her. Her gaze was fixed on the nine mysterious figures at the front.

Seven of them, with noble identities, stood in the center, while the other two, acting as bodyguards, each stood at a corner, surveying their surroundings.

"Why have you troubled yourself to come here?" the elderly mage leading the ceremony asked, bowing his head respectfully. He had no choice but to be so deferential.

A hundred years ago, when he enrolled in Mistral, the person before him had already taken over as the President of the Mage Association headquarters.

"It's nothing. Did that girl Antinoa take the person away?" President Os of the Mage Association headquarters mused, pacing beside the throne.

"Yes, right after that apprentice reappeared," the old mage replied.

President Os paid no mind. With a wave of his hand, he cast a spell to separate the new mage apprentices sitting below from the throne's situation before crouching down to observe it.

The remaining three members of the group of six also stepped forward to examine it one after another.

The two guards remained motionless at their corners.

After quietly exploring for five minutes, Os finally stood up.

"Knew they'd leave a mess for us to clean up. Let's go. The show's over, nothing more to see," President Os waved his hand.

Following the seven, a middle-aged man who had been guarding the surroundings from the beginning directly cast a spell.

"As for Mokar, you can interrupt the ceremony later. Tell those apprentices to come back in five days."

"Uh, alright, President." Even though Mokar knew, he had underestimated the impact that young man had caused.

The many apprentices below were unaware that their awakening as mages had been imperceptibly postponed by five days due to someone.

Only a few mage apprentices, who had met with Mistral's high-ranking officials in advance through recommendation letters and knew the true identities of the seven or eight mysterious individuals before them, covered their mouths in disbelief that a simple awakening ceremony would attract the attention of such giants.

Little did he know, all seven giants of Mistral were present on stage.

With these seven gathered, even if a divine avatar appeared in Arthur's main world, they might not be able to escape these seven's combined assault.

It wasn't until the illusionary curtain they had set up dissipated that the mage apprentices realized the mysterious figures had left. Most of them were still excited, watching the elderly mage Mokar ascend the stage, waiting for him to announce the start of the awakening ceremony.

In the Joint Council Hall, the seven giants who had just been to the Awakening Hall emerged through the Gate of Another World.

This small conference room appeared to have no decorations, only an ordinary nanmu wood circular table and twelve chairs.

However, all directives from the Mage Association headquarters were discussed and issued from this conference room.

Countless individuals striving to climb the ladder within the association dreamed of having a dedicated seat in this conference room.

"It's quite a coincidence to run into something like this while having a meeting," said Nu Feng, the last of the seven to become a Legendary Mage, as he sat down.

"When was the last time the throne caused such a big commotion?" Vilanser, the only woman and the only elf among the seven, fell into remembrance.

Reno, one of the seven giants, who was standing by the window with a pipe in his mouth, said, "More than a hundred years ago, it was that kid Kroll. He became a Legendary Mage in thirty-five years, which is considered top-tier in the association's records. Back then, he only summoned a juvenile Time Dragon out of thin air."

"If I hadn't been quick-witted and sent it back immediately, you would have seen two Time Dragons and a Scroll Dragon descend upon the Floating City," Nu Feng retorted grumpily.

"That adventurer from Earth, Zhongxia, is also not simple. The shockwave that the Arcane Throne endured will take at least three to four days to repair. The disturbance Kroll caused back then, we handled it in two hours, which didn't delay that batch of apprentices at all," Reno added.

"Heh, it's not that he's not simple, it's the person he met who isn't simple," Nu Feng corrected him grumpily.

Everyone present already knew the gist of what had happened from Antinoa.

Zhao Xu had just reversed time and met the third-generation Goddess of Magic Sislvina, who was at the end of her path as a mage before achieving godhood.