As the day drew to a close, Ethan found himself both astounded and captivated by the caliber of teaching and knowledge that the academy offered. Despite the sense of being an outcast among his peers, an inexplicable sense of belonging washed over him within the academy's walls. Rather than feeling disheartened, he felt an exhilarating anticipation for the array of knowledge and skills that lay ahead during his time here.

As the week unfolded, each passing day seemed to slip through his grasp like a fleeting moment. Yet, it was within these swift seconds that he absorbed a wealth of learning. History class, led by Professor Harrington, unveiled the intricate tale of Calydora's birth and the rise of its illustrious founders, the Five Magi and the Sorcerer King. From humble beginnings, they meticulously forged their reputation and steadily garnered followers, ultimately establishing a haven that grew to become the very kingdom he stood in today, centuries later.

Of particular fascination was the Sorcerer King, whose prowess in wielding an uncommon form of magic intrigued Ethan. Among the diverse branches of magic, this elusive art known as "Divinity" held a distinct specialty in the art of healing. Divinity was a rare gift that only a select few could hope to manifest and have an affinity to. Yet, even among these practitioners of divine magic, none could rival the awe-inspiring feats accomplished by the Sorcerer King.

While the gift of Divinity usually manifested in the ability to heal, the Sorcerer King had harnessed its potential in a radically different manner. His divine powers did not merely mend wounds or cure ailments; instead, they possessed a unique property that dealt devastating damage to malevolent creatures of darkness. The Sorcerer King had transformed the art of healing into a formidable weapon, wielding his divine powers as a sword against the very forces that threatened the kingdom he had helped build. Until now, nobody has been able to replicate his extraordinary utilization of divinity, leaving it shrouded in unsolved mystery.

As for his magical theoretical classes, Ethan had been diligently honing the arts of focus and movement under the watchful eye of Ms. Eveline. With a week's worth of unwavering effort, he began to witness notable progress in his control, deftly juggling two manifested water balls with a certain level of proficiency. However, the true challenge lay in incorporating the third ball into the rhythmic dance, where he found himself stumbling and fumbling in the process. Yet, he took solace in knowing that he was not alone in this struggle.

Within the classroom, even those who had shown remarkable potential during the trial faced the same hurdles, arriving at the same understanding and level of focus as Ethan. It became evident that mastering this intricate dance of magic required a level of dedication and persistence.

As the days unfolded, Ms. Eveline proved to be a beacon of encouragement and guidance, helping her students with patience. Her gentle and charming character illuminated the path to growth, and each fumble and stumble only served to fuel the fire of determination within the aspiring mages.

In his crafting class, beyond the assignment of creating a blueprint for his own creation, Ethan delved into the fascinating realm of materials, discovering their paramount significance in the art of crafting. An array of resources awaited, ranging from ores and plants to creature skins and even magical gems imbued inside the dark creatures. Each of these miscellaneous items offered distinct effects and advantages, waiting to be harnessed by the skilled hands of artisans.

However, in this world, the concept of science was a distant and elusive notion. The idea of rigorous studies, experiments, and systematic analysis was not part of their culture. Instead, the so-called scholars relied on magic to comprehend the properties of materials, albeit with limited success.

The pursuit of understanding these materials was more akin to a mystical exploration, a journey through the realms of enchantment and mysticism. There were no laboratories filled with beakers and test tubes, no mathematical equations to decipher the secrets of the materials. Instead, there were arcane rituals, incantations, and attempts to commune with the essence of each substance.

The scholars and craftsmen of this world sought answers from ancient tomes and the whispers of elders who passed down their wisdom through generations. It was a world steeped in tradition, where the mysteries of magical materials were interwoven with myth and folklore.

Because of the lack of scientific methods and comprehension, many discovered materials have remained unidentified and unused for decades. Scholars and craftsmen persistently endeavor to reveal the properties, benefits, and drawbacks of these materials to this day, but so far, they have not been able to yield any significant results.

Today, commencing the first day of the second week, Ethan found himself seated at his desk, eagerly anticipating Professor Harrington's lecture. He was particularly intrigued by the topic of today's discourse. Unexpectedly, three familiar faces made their entrance into the classroom: Professor Harrington, Ms. Evelin, and Professor Stones.

"Good morning, class," Professor Harrington greeted with his usual warm demeanor. "Before we delve into today's lecture, we have an exciting announcement to share."

The room buzzed with curiosity as both Professor Evelin and Professor Stone unexpectedly entered, sparking whispers and intrigue among the students.

"In two weeks' time, we have a special outing planned," Professor Harrington continued, "and it will be a unique collaboration between the Magical Theory class and the Crafting class. However, this outing isn't just for leisure; it will form a crucial part of your respective class evaluations."

He paused, letting the anticipation build before revealing the details. "The location of this outing will be the 'Forest of Abundance', a remarkably preserved and protected woodland close to the academy. In this forest, a diverse array of dark creatures resides, creatures that are well-documented and studied."

Professor Harrington explained the forest's significance, "We have deliberately chosen to let these creatures live undisturbed for the sole purpose of studying them and acquiring them as materials. Your task, during this outing, will be twofold."

He gestured towards Professor Stone, who spoke next. "For those in the Crafting class, you'll be venturing into the forest to gather various types of materials found there. These materials will play a crucial role in crafting the blueprint you've created. Your selection of materials and the final product you create will be a significant factor in determining your grade in my class."

Then, Professor Evelin took the floor, addressing the students in her signature composed manner. "As for those in the Magical Theory class, your evaluation will be based on how adeptly you manage to gather the materials required. Many of these items will be related to the dark creatures themselves or the items they protect. You will be graded not only on your ability to gather these materials but also on how you handle encounters with these creatures and your use of magic during critical situations."

Ethan found himself taken aback by the unexpected timing of this outing. Back on Earth, such excursions usually unfolded halfway through the academic year.

Professor Evelin's voice held a composed authority as she added to the announcement, "To ensure your safety and enhance your collaborative skills, you will be grouped in threes for this endeavor. This not only increases your chances of survival but also fosters a dynamic environment that encourages cooperation and teamwork."

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"While the academy will deploy guards strategically throughout the forest as a precaution, I must stress that past outings have seen cases of fatalities. As unsettling as it may sound, it's imperative that you prepare yourselves mentally and physically for the potential risks involved."

A hushed silence fell over the classroom, punctuating the gravity of her words.

"Once you've assembled your teams, make sure to inform me. For those who are unable to find a team, we will facilitate your grouping. With that said, Professor Stone and I will now take our leave, allowing Professor Harrington to continue with today's class." Professor Evelin announced, as both of them proceeded to leave.

The students exchanged glances and subtle nods, ready to embrace the challenge of forming teams that would navigate the upcoming forest excursion. As Professor Evelin and Professor Stone made their exit, the atmosphere shifted, marking the transition back to the day's scheduled lessons led by Professor Harrington.

"Now, class, given the imminent encounter with dark creatures—something many of you will likely be facing for the first time. I believe it would be prudent to shift our focus to them in today's session. Don't you agree?" Professor Harrington's tone held a blend of caution and anticipation.

"Dark creatures, enigmatic and malevolent entities of origins shrouded in mystery, have existed long before the annals of our recorded history. Their existence defies understanding, emerging from the shadows of the unknown. We lack conclusive knowledge regarding their origins or the exact realms from which they emerged. Speculations have been made about them, ranging from theories that link their origin to the manipulation of dark magic, to the unsettling notion of human sacrifices as rituals."

A short silence followed, allowing his words to settle and filling the room with a heavy feeling. Ethan, who knew very little about these creatures, felt a strong curiosity to learn more. The only time he had ever come across one was when he was younger, and the soldiers from his village had managed to defeat a green, lizard-like creature, though many of the soldiers had lost their lives in the process.

"Yet, a truth that cannot be denied is that these creatures have steadfastly opposed humanity for countless ages. Their existence has always loomed ominously over our lives, and the ongoing battle against them has become an inseparable part of our shared history."

In a world where magic intertwined with reality, the existence of such dark and enigmatic entities raised more questions than answers for Ethan.

"As the chronicle's of history unfolded, humanity found itself compelled to categorize these dark creatures into tiers or ranks, each representing a distinct level of threat and danger. From the lowest echelons, where the F tier resides—an assortment of creatures relatively manageable, with some even susceptible to confrontation by an unarmed individual—to the pinnacle of danger found in the S tier, housing the most formidable and perilous of these entities."

"The F tier, often seen as the initial step in the hierarchy, consists of creatures that, while menacing, can be subdued with the right measures. As we ascend through the tiers, the challenges increase exponentially. By the time we reach the S tier, we are dealing with beings of such immense power and malevolence that their mere presence can cast entire nations into the abyss of ruin."

Professor Harrington's insights offered a glimpse into the complex and treacherous realm that Ethan lived in. 'I wonder what classification that frightening green lizard belonged to.' Ethan mused.

Professor Harrington's gaze swept across the room, noting the mixture of concern and unease that had settled among the students, their thoughts momentarily consumed by the looming prospect of encountering higher-tier beasts. Sensing the need to alleviate their worries, he continued, his voice carrying an assuring tone.

"Rest assured," he said, his words a soothing voice to their fears. "The Forest of Abundance, the very terrain you will soon tread upon, is known to harbor creatures of the F tier alone. While challenges undoubtedly lie ahead, the creatures you'll encounter are within a realm of manageability. The forest's design ensures that only these creatures will be present."

A collective sigh of relief seemed to ripple through the room, as the assurance of facing F rank creatures eased the tension.

"However," he continued, his tone shifting to one of intrigue, "while the Forest of Abundance remains a realm of F tier creatures, there is a land veiled in mystery beyond ours—a land known as the Dark Continent."

"Our world stands divided into distinct lands, each offering a sanctuary to unique beings that possess their own rules and ways of life." Professor Harrington began, his words painting a vivid picture of the diverse realms that comprised the world.

"Our very realm, Calydora, serves as a haven for humankind—a bastion where our kind flourishes. Yet, beyond our borders lies the realm of 'Ygra', a domain inhabited by the elegant and enigmatic elves. These creatures are renowned for their ethereal beauty, unmatched dexterity, and profound mastery of magic."

His gaze seemed to wander, as if tracing the paths that led to the next realm. "Venture further, and you shall encounter 'Ogtar', a realm where the indomitable dwarves call home. These master craftsmen possess an unparalleled prowess in creating magical artifacts, their skill and ingenuity unmatched by any. Their creations are revered and coveted by all."

Ethan found himself completely absorbed in Professor Harrington's lecture. Throughout his life in this realm, the concept of races beyond humans had never even crossed his mind. In a sense, he felt a sense of ignorance at that moment. 'It's only logical," he realized, "if magic and monsters exist, then other creatures aside from humans should exist too – like elves and dwarves!'

And then, with a hint of mystery, he delved into the final realm that had captured their collective imagination.

"And now we arrive at the Dark Continent, a colossal realm of such immense proportions that even the combination of all other realms pales in comparison. This land is shrouded in darkness, a dwelling place for these malevolent beings. Across history, numerous ventures have been initiated, fueled by the irresistible call of exploration and the enduring aspiration to eliminate them. However, not a single expedition has returned to recount the stories of what lies concealed within."

'Incredible...' Ethan couldn't resist being captivated by the progressively fantastical nature of this world. The terms adventure, feats of valor, and fantasy fit seamlessly within this realm. Yet, accompanying these notions were the most ominous ones that could deter anyone from taking action – 'death'.

"It appears that our time for today is drawing to a close." Professor Harrington remarked, his voice gentle yet firm. "Before you depart, I want to remind you of the task at hand. As you prepare for the upcoming excursion, ensure that your groups are formed and ready before the week's end. Seek out either myself, Professor Evelin, or Professor Stone to finalize your teams and address any queries you may have. Class is dismissed!"

As the classroom buzzed with energy after Professor Harrington's class, a palpable anticipation hung in the air as the students starting to form their teams. Among them stood a student with a certain level of charismatic aura. A popular figure whose reputation seemed to precede him. With his red hair and a self-assured grin, he exuded an air of confidence that drew the attention of many.

Ethan observed the scene from his seat, a quiet observer in the midst of the bustling activity. As groups began to form, he couldn't help but notice the subtle dance of students vying for the boy's attention, each hoping to align themselves with his perceived prestige.

"Hey, Leon!" one eager student called out, approaching him with a hopeful smile. "I heard you're putting together a team for the forest outing. Mind if I join?"

"Hmph, as if Leon would team up with a twat like you. Of course I'll be part of his team," chimed in another student, his arrogance evident.

"You two are being eyesores, move out the way to let those with true potential be part of his team," interjected a third student, his tone dripping with disdain.

Leon's expression remained aloof, his eyes scanning the room before settling on the person he had been considering. With a casual stride, he approached Seraphine, a figure of enigmatic allure. "Hey, Seraphine." he began, his tone suggesting a hint of admiration. "How about we form a team? The high-lineage individuals should stick together. As it always has been."

"... Sorry, not interested." she retorted smoothly, her gaze shifting away as if the proposition held no appeal.

Undeterred, Seraphine turned and approached another student, one whose presence seemed to evade the spotlight.

Leon's raised eyebrow revealed his surprise as he observed the unexpected turn of events.

"Hey." Seraphine casually spoke to the person before her, her voice laced with an effortless demeanor.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Let's team up." Seraphine proposed, her words catching him off guard and leaving a ripple of astonishment in the room.

"...Pardon?" Ethan replied, taken aback by her sudden action.