Chapter 1: Shit out of luck.

Roland was, is and will be a magi - wizard or whatever other connotation that one wants to staple to his title.

Born the son of a farmer with the ability to even approximate a magical talent he was whisked away from his parents at a tender age for a hefty sum.

Learning from the age of around 7 years old, he was taught to read, write, speak and dress appropriately for a pupil of the esteemed master.

Unfortunately for Roland, his talent was vestigial at best, he was polite, cordial even to his fellow disciples which quickly exceeded his ability to practice the magical arts.

The arts were many and spanned numerous fields and topics.

even from the top of his head Roland himself studied dozens of different schools and lines of thoughts.

Rituals, elemental magic, utility magic, forging magic, divination, artificery, primal magics, the list goes on.

anything he actually caused to happen was usually written off as a trick of light, the wind doing something interesting or a failure of the senses.

so how did he manage to live in the tower for 6 years?

He lied his ass off to say the least.

Magical sparing? Use one of the ubiquitous excuses within a magic school.

Demonstrations of ability during class? clever use of artefacts and chemistry.

Class assignments? he supplied the theoretical structuring for spells and formations, they didn't question a second when he would pull out the multi-book long incantations and take the theory as his credit.

But today was different.

Practice in front of several masters.

Needless to say they found his deception less than interesting.

"Roland! Are you telling us that was all you could do to create a golem?"

This teacher in particular was a large muscular master, built like the foundations of this castle.

"This is simply unprecedented, Never in the long history of the Bala Wizard's tower has this ever happened, to a 5th year student with perfect theory-work no less."

Said a particularly stunning mistress, her dreary look and pallid complexion taking none of her attraction away.

"Especially impressive since we never caught this scamp!"

A wiry and green decked younger man said.

"So headmaster, how shall we deal with this one, it is good that these tests were done one by one, but it will still go around that he can't actually cast anything meaningful."

The headmaster in question was a millennia old demon disguised as a human for public relations, his full form was bare to the 4 magi within his quarters though.

His discordant voice was both repulsive but also incited one's attention onto the speaker.

"WeLl? I MuSt BE GeeTing OOOLd, He ShOulD HavE Had sTagGeRiNg Talent."

The voice like a lifelong smoker speaking through glass and nails.

The last man in the line began cackling madly as he spoke "The master Bala'Nogiance Dressanx Polymorgx of Time unwritten mistaking the talent of a student, HO this is going to be making the rounds on its own, let alone he managed to keep all of his teachers in the dark about his abilities."

The student in question was currently on the floor prostrating under a compulsion spell that was silently cast by said headmaster.

Though there was no firm understanding on how much a spell needed to work, the general consensus was that the more powerful the spell the more gesticulation and preparation was necessary for it to function.

So doing almost nothing to completely dominate Roland's body said two things.

That the headmaster was a true mons-master through and through, and Roland was incredibly weak as a mage.

His body was quite wide for a mage, having worked on his own physique all these years.

Of course he was no northman, tall as some fences those ones, but he was for his roots very bulky.

"So what do we actually do with him, even if he doesn't have the ability we thought he did isn't he quite good at creating spell formations? even for the more difficult concepts he has managed to create quite the formations such so that my older ones needed replacing."

 Crux of the issue that they faced was that the headmaster had never scouted a prospective student wrong before.

The headmaster spoke up this time his voice was that of a young girl that had reached adulthood.

"But~ shouldn't we just let the adorable boy currently under my charms~ tell us his secrets?~"

The surrounding masters grimaced and took a step back hearing the voice and began to look at the boy kneeling facedown to them with suspicious eyes.

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That voice was of a particularly unsavoury person who also managed to fool the 4 masters looking down on him

"come to think of it she was from a noble house wasn't she? how about him?"

"You are allowed to speak for yourself, however you must speak truthfully." The headmaster commanded energy filling his voice.

Roland's voice wavered as he spoke, clearly he was distressed about his potential future but that would take a backburner to avoid death at the hands of these five masters.

"I-I was b-b-born in Crasley, S-S-son of farmers, S-s-Six years ago."

"Damn, I think we have half scared the kid to death, Morsca could you resurrect him if he dies of stress or whatever." the green clothed man said.

Morsca looked mildly concerned as the other three masters gently massaged their temples.

"Well, shit." The headmaster said.

"Yeah, that is putting it lightly."

"This will negatively effect the school's reputation if we let him go with nothing done to him."

"Yeah but what do we do, take away whatever speck of magic in his body? he can barely move the earth around after spending 10 minutes doing whatever cardio nightmare that spell prep was."

The largest of the masters sighed and finally said "We should put him in the feral world."

this stunned the room to silence, whether ignorance or shock.

the first who spoke was the flighty green-robed man.

"Are you insane? Have you finally assimilated a boulder for a brain? the deranged world? the one that tore up two squads of the secret flame's men?"

"While I don't mind the quality of material, I fear it's degradation if retrieval is difficult." Morsca said her light and harmonious tone almost cushioning the words she spoke.

the forth man dressed in a Black robe with complementary silver accessories took his turn to add some words to the argument. "not the worst place to put him, If he was in the usual prison he would be a sock for the rowdier mages by day 2 maybe 3 if he managed to trick such people for more than 4 hours."

and then the headmaster spoke "this should be fine then, given the world's... Youth, it may be a unique experience for him to actually grow."

The looks in the faces of half of the masters was fear the other half was as though they had heard a joke that would kill the elderly.

And with nary a word the headmaster proclaimed Roland's fate.

======== Roland's pov

"Roland of Bala, you are sentenced to a trial by the 5 above, Your trial is to survive within the parallel world of Demoi-traz'vadan. It is a savage and untamed land overflowing with abundant life and few civilizations greater than a village."

the speaker took a drink of water before continuing.

"If you can survive 2 Years within this plane, the masters shall retrieve you, along with any possessions you create or find in said world and take you in as faculty, a scribe for theoretical incantations and spellcraft."

After the proclamation I was given a day to clear my room of personal effects, I was even given the opportunity to take a single item with me to the world.

Given the chance I chose my one actually kinda functional artefact.

It was a modified textbook, alongside all of my notes and theories on magic it had a feature that could cast spells if enough energy could be channelled into it... and it didn't catch fire first.

After retrieving it I completely tore out that function and took only the knowledge from it with me to my execution.

As for why, that should be obvious, 'a world overflowing with life' would cause chaos until all my notes go up in a conflagration that would make Adept fire mages proud.

Hopefully what the Headmaster said is true, because if it isn't this really is just a fancy form of suicide.

Approaching the final hall where the portal into the other world would be opened.

"Disciple Roland, you have arrived at the due time, is your book your only item to take with you?"

"I am only allowed a single item am I not?"

"Indeed, Simply testing your recall for the last time."

I rolled my eyes, whether I did die or not he wouldn't have power over me anymore.

As with how it worked, my clothing and standards were brought bare before the world as I clutched at my overstuffed book, bloated by six years of alterations to spell formations, adding extra pages and many devilish details of magic, all of them utterly useless to me.

And now I stood at a yawning abyss the oversized jungle in front of me selling short the amount of danger I was in.

And so I crossed the threshold of safety and the wild allure of the jungle.

I would decide my fate and fortune in this new land, and the land welcomed my arrival.