It displayed the word "Unknown", and suddenly, black aura began to seep from the magic stone. The aura was filled with undead energy, making everyone feel the chilling presence of death itself. Then, as Ken removed his hand from the stone, the aura vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.
Everyone was stunned—except for a few professors and the Witch of Curse. The stadium fell into complete silence before the Witch of Curse finally spoke.
"Well done, Ken. You will be placed in Class A. Now, return to your seat."
Ken nodded and walked back to his chair.
"Since many of you seem surprised, let me explain," the Witch of Curse continued. "When the word 'Unknown' appears on the magic stone, it means the individual's dark energy potential is so high that the stone cannot measure it. As for the black aura… it signifies that his soul is special. Or rather, he was born with a unique destiny. Though what that destiny is, only time will tell."
Then, turning to her assistant, she instructed, "Call the next student."
The minion, still slightly shaken, stammered, "Y-Yes, ma'am… Special Admission Case One, please come to the stage!"
It was Hel’s turn. He walked up to the stage, placed his hand on the magic stone, and let his dark energy flow into it. The numbers on the stone skyrocketed at an incredible speed before stopping—just like Ken’s—on "Unknown."
Gasps echoed through the stadium.
"Him too?"
"Well, he is the son of the Witch of Curse…"
Then, a deep red aura radiated from the stone. Unlike Ken’s, this aura didn’t just carry power—it felt like space itself was distorting around it, as if another dimension had briefly merged with reality.
Silence fell once again before the minion announced, "Special Admission Case One will be placed in Class A."
Hel returned to his seat, completely unfazed.
This was not normal. There hadn't been a single person with an "Unknown" dark energy rating in over ten years—and auras? Those were nothing more than myths… until now.
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"Special Admission Case Three, please come to the stage!"
Now it was Lillith’s turn. She confidently stepped forward and placed her hand on the magic stone. Just like the others, her rating was "Unknown."
"Even the heir of the Dark Tower?!"
"Those three are something else…"
But then, something even stranger happened. A cold, blue aura rose from the stone. The temperature in the stadium plummeted, and an unnatural frost spread across the floor. It wasn’t just cold—it felt like it could freeze a person's very soul.
Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished when she removed her hand.
"Special Admission Case Three will be placed in Class A."
As Lillith returned to her seat, she smirked at Ken and Hel.
"Looks like you two aren’t the only special ones here."
Hel didn’t react, but Ken smiled and said, "I’m happy about that. I hope the three of us can be great friends."
Lillith raised an eyebrow. "What? You’re happy that I’m strong? Are you an idiot or just naïve?"
Ken chuckled. "I just want to be friends, that’s all."
Lillith paused before giving him a sideways glance. "You’re funny… fine, we can be friends. For now."
The minion continued calling names. "Special Admission Case Five, please come to the stage!"
A tall, muscular student with brown hair and eyes stepped up. Unlike the previous three, his dark energy stopped at 99. No aura appeared.
His jaw clenched, and his hands tightened into fists. He was clearly frustrated.
"Hector, Special Admission Case Five, will be placed in Class A."
Hector walked back to his seat, his expression dark with anger.
One by one, the other students were tested. Eventually, all evaluations were completed. Now, the minions moved through the crowd, distributing uniforms.
For boys, the uniform consisted of a skin-colored pair of pants, an off-white shirt, and a red tie. For girls, it was a skin color skirt, off white shirt, and a red tie.
The Witch of Curse spoke again.
"Now that you have received your uniforms, you will be taken to your dormitories. Rest for today—your classes will begin tomorrow. You do not need to choose a major in your first year. That decision will be made in your second year. However, you must study at least six subjects in your first year. You may choose them as you see fit. Your class schedules will be posted on the bulletin board on the ground floor of your dormitory. That is all. Good luck on your journey."
With that, she and the professors left, and the minions began guiding students to their dormitories.
Dormitory Room 301 – Ken, Hel, and Neebi
To Ken’s surprise, he and Hel were assigned the same dormitory. They also had a third roommate.
A cheerful voice greeted them. "Hi! My name is Neebi. I’m from the merchant family Nok. I made it into Class A—barely!"
Neebi had scored exactly 90 in dark energy.
Ken smiled. "Nice to meet you. My name is Ken, and this is Hel."
Hel remained silent. Ken, already used to his personality, didn’t seem to mind.
Their dorm room was small but functional. It had three beds, a mirror, three closets, and a window overlooking the academy.
Neebi grinned. "Let’s be best friends, Ken!"
Ken chuckled. "Sure, I love making friends."
Neebi turned to Hel. "Can I be friends with you too, Hel?"
Hel ignored him and climbed into his bed without a word.
Ken said
" Do not mind, he just does not talk much.."
Neebi smiled. "It’s okay. At least you and I can be friends."
Ken nodded . "Have you thought about which classes you’re going to take?"
Neebi thought for a moment and said,
"I have a few in mind—curses, combat, magic… I’ll probably pick the ones I have a talent for or find easy. What about you?"
"I’m interested in curses, summoning, magic, bio, combat… and I guess I’ll have to take history and knowledge."
Neebi nodded. "Sounds like a good mix."
After unpacking their things, they went to sleep.
But deep in the night, while everyone was sound asleep…
A shadowy figure crept into their room without making a sound.
The figure stood over Ken’s bed, staring at him with a chilling smile.
"So, you have the black aura too, huh?