An Extra’s POV

After classes were over for the day, everyone in the Alpha group dispersed from their extravagant classrooms.

For the duration of the training, they were taught the fundamentals of Magic and its necessary components.

A lot of theories were explained too, and more importantly, the students were able to practice what they had been taught.

Everyone was given at least a chance to try casting a Spell while chanting and while not chanting.

As expected, since it was only their first class doing something like that, no one was able to succeed in the chantless casting.

A few, however, could do the chanting casting to an extent.

Adonis, Alicia, and Belle were the highlights of the entire class since they were able to succeed with a basic Fire Spell.

"Females are said to be more adept to using Magic, while males are more specialized in Martial Arts and overall combat." Lucielle explained with a smile.

"Of course, there's no real evidence backing this up and it's considered a stereotype."

However, when considering how Lucielle was the Grand Mage and Brutus was the Head Warrior, it was easy to see why the stereotype remained.

"These basic spells, like [Ignite] are not useful in combat, and are just for letting you properly control your Mana in coordination with your Spells. Once you get the hang of it, you'll be able to use your Skills a lot better."

That was the whole point of the training.

Every individual didn't need to pursue deep Magic in order to get new Skills—not while they were yet to master the ones they already had.

"Your Skills are all amazing and powerful. It's better to focus on getting accustomed to them, and even evolving them, than trying to get new Skills from scratch." Lucielle had explained.

Depending on the Skill, it could take years—if not decades—to acquire them.

Since they had a bunch of powerful Exclusive Skills at their disposal, the most efficient route was learning how to use them.

These words of hers echoed in the mind of a certain student as he walked away from the crowd.

He had his hands in his pockets and his auburn hair danced with the wind as he took his steps.

"Hey, Justin… wanna hang out?"

"Where are you going? We're supposed to go have some fun now!"

"Heyyy!!"

Justin, the boy who was walking away from everyone else, simply waved his hand and smiled.

"I'll catch you guys later. There's something I have to do myself."

to ditch fun, and since he was a blabbermouth, he would eventually tell them everything

"Fine!"

too long,

words, they left him to himself as he

murmured to himself, looking to his left

taking a few more steps into the obscure corner behind the hall, he

like it's

~GLUPIGLUP!~

tone. His hair became black, and his eyes took on a

a plain, average face. Even his tall build was reduced

person… was no longer

actually

It was Rey.

******

Rey's plan was simple.

using the [Mimic] Skill he

was known to be a very playful individual, so

thought it would be the best way to blend in with

used the [Sleep] Skill to make sure he slept in, while also using [Sensory Connection] Skill to ensure the both of us share the same experience while he

a dream, but this way he wouldn't be

be surprised to learn that it all happened for real, but we've all had experiences with things we thought were dreams but

would eventually take it

if he doesn't, who will believe him? He's

that in

[Sensory Connection] Skill, and the [Sleep] Skill

think C-Tier Skills could

familiarized himself with the Skills in his possession, the more he learned

now… there's

Status Window

he did this, he was able to see all the Skills he had amassed once again, though they were all in the various categories he had set for

[Skill Categories]

~ Attack Category: 27

~ Defense Category: 9

~ Buff Category: 10

~ Miscellaneous: 3

Please Select Their

A-Tier: Grand Magic

~C-Tier: Magic Application

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the Grand Magic Mastery Skill from Lucielle, since she is famed for it, but I never expected to

was grinning from ear to ear at

mastery over

he wouldn't run the risk of falling behind