"Morning, Liam!"

As Liam approached the school gate, a lively voice called out to him from behind.

He turned around, only to see a beautiful young girl in the same school uniform, sprinting toward him. Her presence was striking, with a delicate yet resolute face and long, fiery red hair tied up neatly, giving her an air of confidence and capability.

Her seemingly casual movements were graceful yet sturdy, and the faint outline of her toned abdomen was visible through her uniform. But what stood out the most was the Ninjato sword hanging at her waist.

Liam instantly recognized her—Zoya Hussain, the class monitor.

Zoya came from a family of warriors and had already reached the second level of warrior. Her father was a renowned sixth-level warrior.

Despite her impressive background, though, she did not have that kind of superiority. She was a humble girl, treated all her classmates with kindness, and often went out of her way to help others.

Her chivalrous nature was well known, and even the original owner had benefited from her assistance on several occasions.

"Good morning, monitor," Liam replied, keeping his tone even.

The original Liam had few social interactions outside of Daphne, whom he was infatuated with, so his reserved response seemed appropriate in this situation.

"Huh? Classmate Liam, did something happen? You feel a little different today."

Upon hearing this, Liam's heart skipped a beat, and a fleeting murderous intent began to emerge within him before he quickly suppressed it.

Maintaining his composure, he responded, "Is that so? Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night."

Zoya nodded and tilted her head slightly. "I feel that your temperament is a little different today. Perhaps it's just my intuition as a warrior."

"Maybe," Liam replied with a self-deprecating smile. "But unlike you, I doubt I'll ever reach even the first level of a warrior."

When Liam complimented Zoya, his eyes held a hint of sadness, as if he had already resigned himself to a bleak future.

This made Zoya feel a bit embarrassed, and she quickly tried to comfort him.

"I'm... I'm not that strong. If you're willing to work hard, you'll definitely have a chance to become a warrior. Besides, today is the awakening ceremony. You might just awaken successfully."

Liam inwardly mused about how naive this young girl was, how easy to deceive, and how effortlessly the conversation had shifted. However, on the outside, he still maintained a facade of depression.

"It's… not likely. Miracles don't happen to people like me. But you, Class Monitor, have a real shot at becoming the Mystic Warrior everyone is so eager to see."

Upon hearing this, Zoya gently patted Liam's shoulder, her bright smile full of encouragement.

"Don't underestimate yourself, Liam. Everyone is a star, and one day, you'll shine too."

Liam managed a weak smile. "Maybe."

By this time, the two had reached the classroom door. Inside, students were already seated and chatting excitedly. Liam and Zoya also headed to their respective seats.

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Most of the students were buzzing with anticipation, and their minds were filled with fantasies of successfully awakening and rising to greatness.

In such an ambiance, Liam quietly returned to his seat in the corner, uninterested in the commotion around him. He rested his head on the desk, and fatigue overtook him instantly.

The stress of suddenly transmigrating into this strange world, as well as the recent battle against the assassin, had worn him out, and all he wanted now was to escape into sleep.

It must be said, there's something about school desks—they seem almost magical when it comes to helping you fall asleep. Liam, who experienced it firsthand in such a situation, drifted off almost instantly.

"Liam... Liam..."

In a daze, Liam heard someone calling his name, and his heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open.

Standing before him was a strikingly beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in a crisp teacher's uniform, her dignified expression had a hint of anger. Liam quickly recognized her as his homeroom teacher, Sarah Chase.

Most of the students in the class had also turned their attention to the scene and were suppressing their laughter as they watched.

"Student Liam, you're so bold." Sarah began in a voice carrying a tone of reprimand, "Sleeping in class on such an important day!"

Liam quickly stood up, bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle, pretended to be extremely ashamed, and said sincerely:

"I'm sorry, Teacher Sarah. I was so anxious about today's ceremony that I couldn't sleep all night. I promise it won't happen again."

The anger on Sarah's face softened at his earnest apology, though she maintained her stern demeanor.

"See that it doesn't. Today may be life-changing for some, but your future is still a long road ahead. You must keep a clear mind and not neglect your rest."

The students who had been eagerly waiting to watch Liam's embarrassment were disappointed at this development, and they began to lose interest as the scene fizzled out.

After allowing Liam to sit down, Sarah turned and walked back to the podium.

Experiencing this scene, Liam couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him. He really hadn't expected to feel this way in this world.

But before Liam could delve more into this nostalgic feeling...

"Ahem..."

Sarah cleared her throat, capturing everyone's attention once more.

"As you all know, today is our school's annual Mystic Awakening Ceremony. Let me remind you of the important guidelines before we begin."

"First, there's no need to fight for your turn. Once someone calls out your name, proceed to the platform. Everyone will have a chance with an awakening stone."

"Secondly, if your awakening is successful, the awakening stone will transform into mystic energy and merge with your body. If it fails, the stone will crumble into dust."

"Third, once you've successfully awakened your supernatural ability, you can choose any two superior-grade mystic skills from the school's collection."

"Finally, keep in mind that only a few will successfully awaken today. If this doesn't happen to you, don't lose hope. With hard work, you can still achieve great things. For those who do awaken, be cautious and don't misuse your talents."

The students erupted with anticipation after Sarah finished speaking. Liam's mind was also racing with thoughts of the superior-grade mystic skills he might choose.

Martial arts could be learned by anyone, but mystic skills—commonly referred to simply as 'skills'—were exclusive to mystics. However, both martial arts and skills were categorized into six same grades: low, medium, superior, king, myth, and god.

Liam's body-forging technique and Sunlight Fist were both low-grade martial arts, as was the Gluttony skill he developed with the system. The martial arts and skills available on the market were mostly low- or medium-grade.

However, anyone who successfully awakened would receive two superior-grade skills, highlighting just how rare and valuable mystics were in this world.

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The sun blazed overhead, casting a bright light across Roxila Academy's playground.

With their eyes fixed on the ancient stone platform at the center, all the senior students stood brimming with hope. This was where they would attempt to awaken their supernatural abilities and change their destinies.

The headmaster, with gray hair on his temples, was standing beside the stone platform. A blue gemstone appeared in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere, and he carefully placed it on the platform.

This gem was the Awakening Stone, capable of unlocking a person's supernatural abilities.

"Walter Jackson!"

A male teacher, holding a list of students, shouted loudly.

"Here!" shouted back a dark-skinned boy, Walter Jackson, as he stumbled toward the stone platform, his face filled with excitement and nervousness.

The moment Walter touched the Awakening Stone, it flashed with a dazzling blue light.

Snap!

But the next moment, instantly, the light faded, and the Awakening Stone shattered into blue powder, which quickly dispersed in the wind.

The boy walked down the stone platform with a look of disappointment.

However, the headmaster, who was used to it, simply stepped forward and placed another Awakening Stone without changing his expression, waiting for the next person.