It was late, the moon was full, and the academy was quiet. The massive towers that surrounded the academy felt comforting in the dark of night. They kept him hidden from the moon, in the shadows he was out of prying eyes.

The moon naturally filled him was light energy. A new skill store allowed him to absorb natural light energy and mix it with his own light mana. He had spent the day before absorbing as much power as his body could hold. At times he glowed with golden light.

He had to be careful otherwise his fellow students might mistake him from an angel that escaped the massacre at war dungeon. Jokes aside he was here for a reason.

Light was a tool he hadn’t used often. When psychic, dark, or ice could work, he used them and avoided light. He did this on purpose. Light was his one defense against dark. Without it, he would gain weight until he leveled out with his vitality. Weighing hundreds of tons would stand out. If his every step shook the world then, he might as well be a monster.

Light was his first and last defense against the mutations dungeon treasures constantly force upon his body. Store was a great boon to his preventative measures. It allowed him to hold a large stock of light energy and constantly restore light mana. He let it trickle through his body manipulated by his life support skill.

More light skills could improve his defense against the dark further. If he was going to maintain some level of control over his mutations, then more tools couldn’t hurt.

That’s why he was moving around the academy in the dead of night. There was a machine in the practice area in the academy that detected how much power a skill or spell had. It was only available to older students in the spell creation class.

He made his way to the room and found a lock on the door. It was enchanted to bar the way for those under a certain level of power. When he walked close to its detection it didn’t react. He was around an elite knight’s level of strength. That was far stronger than a graduate.

He stepped through the threshold of the practice area. A small black sphere controlled the room. It was a dungeon core, one that was obedient to the academy. “Hello, what simulation would you like today.” The dungeon core asked.

Markus smiled at the friendly greeting. “I need to develop my light skills Alice. Would you create a simulation to assist me?” Markus asked.

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The room flashed, and he stood in a graveyard. All around him the ground burst open and zombies crawled out of the ground. Skeletons crawled out of nearby crypts and he felt the chilly power of a ghost nearby.

All magic was a combination of willpower and intelligence. Intelligence supplied the mana while willpower sculpted the energy. Most don’t train telekinesis very far normally the skill is slow to level. Fighting dark type monsters with telekinesis is considered suicidal. Even fewer develop multiple skills that are grounded in telekinesis. His willpower was well into the tens of millions. Most never reach a million willpower.

Ice needles appeared around his body. By using freeze and manipulating the moisture in the air with his psychic power, he was able to gather hundreds of thousands of tiny needles. He infused them with light energy and they went through a change. Glowing with incredible light the frozen water magnified the light mana in the needles. Creating the new spell crystal needle armor. The zombies were beginning to shy away from the armor. He fired them with his telekinesis gaining the skill repulse. A psychic skill that scattered everything around him an explosion.

It wasn’t difficult. He killed over 50 zombies with that single spell. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more light skills. Markus continued using different spells. Sometimes using needles, balls of light, and crystal balls. Skills made up spells. Maybe what he needed was something simple.

Markus held his hands together and made a star out of the light. It was just a four-pointed mass of light energy, but he gained a skill. Star, it was simple and utterly weak now. Holding out a hand he focused his will and blasted a line of light mana. It was focused just enough to hold some cohesion. Blast, like star it was simple but this time utterly devastating. If he wasn’t careful, he might destroy the pseudo dungeon.

He saw a cross on the tomb stone. A symbol of insanity. It is written in ancient history that those who came from across the worlds used this symbol with light mana to create their ultimate skills, it was also the symbol of the flesh and blood drinking religion. Cannibalism is frowned upon even in this world. But it was known to be a powerful skill.

He created a cross and it shot away from him and landed on the ground shining before vanishing. It seemed light skills were more complicated than he thought.

Opening his hand up at the sky light shot out and crosses made of light landed all around him each homing in on the dark within the zombies. It was like the skill had a mind of its own. He blasted the ghost with a beam of light causing its free floating dark core to disperse. The simulation ended, and he returned to his apartment. He kept around 20% of his reserves stored away.

It took him too long to use his skills. They weren’t combat ready. If he fought an enemy anywhere near his own power, he’d be dead.

He walked in and fell into bed. Markus felt the girls messing with him, but he didn’t have the mental energy left to pay much attention. That is until he looked to see Trixie giving him a deep throating blow job. The fact she had no gag reflex may have had something to do with his sudden excitement. Half of him wanted to stop her, so he could have continued thinking about his skill, but his teenage hormones wouldn’t allow him to entertain such thoughts.