The moment Shivam’s blood entered the testing crystal, every machine in the room started to beep loudly as if they were about to explode. Everyone watching the crystal was momentarily blinded. The crystal shone like a sun about to explode, and after a loud boom, it finally shattered into pieces. The shock left everyone in the testing room using each other as human shields. Even the professor, in complete disbelief, muttered, "SUCH POWER."

Shivam stepped down from the testing platform and looked around. Everyone was staring at him in disbelief. They weren’t sad because too much prana-shakti was common; it was incredibly rare. People with excessive prana-shakti struggled to use their power normally. Up until now, there was only one exception who could harness such immense power and made a name in the symbol of excellence. But that was a legend, and few believed it.

“Kid, you’ve got really bad luck,” the professor said, his voice and face filled with disappointment.

“What happened, professor? Is something wrong?” Shivam asked, inspecting his body anxiously.

“Nah, nothing to worry about. You better focus on your studies from now on, okay? You need to be the next exception, so do your best,” the professor said in a motivating tone.

Despite his encouraging words, the professor felt bad for Shivam. But as a teacher, he couldn’t demotivate his student by saying anything harsh.

Shivam’s testing process ended, and Veer’s began. Veer’s results were impressive, though not as dramatic as Shivam’s. He had an ideal amount of prana-shakti, and everyone was impressed. Some girls even asked for his contact info.

When Veer returned from the testing platform, he was excited and proud.

“What’s wrong with you, man? What took you so long to come down from the platform?” Shivam asked, noticing Veer’s strange expression.

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“Well, you know, just some celebrity things. My test result was so good that everyone was praising me. Many girls even asked for my phone number, and as a male, I couldn’t afford to disappoint them,” Veer said joyfully.

“Wow, man, you’re really lucky. The professor didn’t even tell me my result and just said to focus on my studies,” Shivam said.

After registration, Shivam and Veer decided to explore the college. Besides the Summoning Magic Department, there were nine other departments. Students had to choose a department as their career path but could join clubs from other departments to learn various fields. Club activities weren’t just extracurricular; they contributed MAR points to their certificates and marksheets. Students needed to participate in club activities to maintain their academic scores. If a student didn’t join any club, their MAR points depended on their performance in cultural fests and college tournaments.

Shivam and Veer decided to join the Sky Sorcerer Club together, so they approached the active club vice leader.

“Greetings, senior! We are from SMD and want to join the Sky Sorcerer Club for our club activities. Can you tell us about the requirements and process?” Veer asked formally.

“You don’t have to be so formal; we’re all students here. Just show me your PS testing results, and you can join,” the senior said while inspecting a list of students.

Shivam and Veer exchanged glances and handed over their results.

The senior inspected the results. “Hmm, Veer Agrawal, you’re impressive. Having an ideal PS is rare. With these results, you can join any club. Why choose this one?”

“I’m flattered, senior. I want to learn how to fly using my powers. When I first entered the college, I decided I would join the Sky Sorcerer Club no matter what,” Veer said excitedly.

“Oh, really? That’s great to hear. Don’t worry; by the end of this semester, you’ll have forgotten how to walk and will always be in the air,” the senior said, finishing with Veer’s results. “Now then, what do we have here... You are Shivam, right?” he asked, looking at Shivam with disappointment.

“Um... Yeah, it’s me,” Shivam said nervously.

“Well, Shivam, it’s nothing personal, but you can’t join our club. In fact, I don’t think any club will accept you. So you can leave now; there are more students in line.” The senior handed the documents back to Shivam and resumed inspecting the list.

“Senior, but why can’t Shivam join the club?” Veer asked on Shivam’s behalf.

“Veer, take my advice. You have a bright future, but sticking with him will only hinder your progress. He has too much PS, which will suppress his potential. In the end, he won’t achieve anything, but you have a bright future. Don’t waste your time,” the senior said disdainfully.

Shivam didn’t say a word. He left the Sky Sorcerer Club and rechecked his results. “Why me? Now I understand why the professor said I had bad luck. Man, I’m doomed.” Shivam felt completely depressed and disappointed.

“Hey, Shivam, why did you run away? Why didn’t you say anything to that rude guy?” Veer asked, frustrated.

“Don’t tell me you argued with the senior on my behalf,” Shivam said, noticing Veer’s swollen, red cheek.

“Ha ha, don’t worry. I can assure you that guy got something worse than this,” Veer said casually. “Now let’s find another club. This one is full of scumbags. And one more thing, come with me to the principal’s office this evening. I won’t let this slide. How dare they hit a first year?” Veer said as he led the way to another club.