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Chapter 2 - Wong’s Turn on the Circle

Nill stepped off the glowing circle, the cheers of his classmates still ringing in the courtyard.

He flashed Wong a grin and whispered, "Your turn, brother. Show them."

Wong only nodded, his calm face betraying nothing. His black eyes scanned the massive crowd — rows of teachers, students, and parents — before landing on the magic circle itself.

The principal's voice rang out again.

"Next — Wong Lee."

For a moment, the courtyard seemed to quiet. Not because Wong was famous… but because no one expected much from him.

After all, he was the quiet one. The one who avoided trouble. The one most people didn't notice.

Wong walked forward slowly, each step echoing on the polished stone.

As he reached the center of the circle, he felt a faint hum beneath his feet — the pulse of old magic, like a heartbeat that had been waiting centuries for this exact moment.

The Diviner's eyes flicked briefly to Wong, unreadable, before raising his staff.

"Begin."

The runes flared to life, brighter than before. Lines of light swirled upward, weaving around Wong like a cocoon. The hum grew into a low, thrumming roar that made the hair on his arms stand on end.

The crowd leaned forward, expecting to see some familiar class icon — a sword, a bow, a grimoire.

Instead…

The light turned black.

Not the absence of light — but a deep, devouring black flame that twisted reality itself. It licked the air without heat, and yet everyone in the courtyard instinctively stepped back.

Murmurs rose.

"Black flame…?"

"That's not a normal class awakening!"

The Diviner's expression tightened.

This… was dangerous.

Above Wong's head, a shadowy figure took shape — a robed silhouette holding a staff of bone, eyes burning like coals in a skull. The vision lingered far longer than it should have, as if reluctant to leave.

Then, glowing text burned itself into the air:

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[Class: Necromancer]

Talent: None detected

Condition: Can summon undead creatures up to 2 levels higher than user

Level: 0 (Novice)

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For a heartbeat, the courtyard was silent.

Then someone whispered —

"A necromancer…?"

The word spread like poison through the crowd.

Necromancer. Forbidden in some kingdoms, feared in all. A class whispered about in war stories, blamed for plagues, battlefield horrors, and kingdoms' downfalls.

The principal's face was unreadable. The Diviner lowered his staff, lips pressed into a thin line.

But Wong… simply stepped down from the circle, his face calm.

Only Nill, watching from the side, noticed the faint tightening of his jaw.

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