A Thaumiton's Quantum Chromodynamic Charge Doublet always reflects the Wave Binder's Modules.
Always.
For T⁰-Bosons in a coherent BEC emit quantized radiation that produce visible-spectrum wavelengths depending on the field amplitude. The transitions between χ₊ and χ₋ inside the T⁰ Bose-Einstain Condensate give off characteristic Phothaumitonic mixed photons called λ-hybrids.
Therefore, red Thaumitonic Zones symbolize Fire, green Thaumitonic Zones symbolize Wind, blue Thaumitonic Zones symbolize Water, and black to brown Thaumitonic Zones symbolize Earth.
By all scientific fallacies, Isaac's Module was Wind; his Zone was meant to be a green one.
What surges around him is something alien and impossible that violates the physical laws of this universe.
It blazes with unnaturally electric blue, like lightning as a liquid. Streaks of neon magenta and violet swirl through its viscosity as if eldritch, unfathomable creatures lived within the boundaries. Currents that spasm while twitching with erratic, perhaps erotic purpose.
At its core, there were lines of searing white slices converging into a radiant nexus.
The air was thrumming, with an alien atmosphere that wasn't of this world, in fact, a foreign one.
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Whispers turn to shouts of confusion and astonishment, all asking Isaac highly personal details. Understandably so, a Thaumitonic Zone that defied the Laws of Particle Physics had appeared. In that logic, then what must the Defiers' Modules be?
Archivist Orlan, supremely surprised and concerned, reluctantly set aside his thoughts to read the measurement.
"Uhm… 3 meters radius. Extreme instances of fluctuations, but managed to be sustained for 20 seconds. Switch to Mold 1..."
Isaac altered his Out-Thread into the rectangular zone. The flickering of the zone was so intense that it was barely in any shape whatsoever. Due to the circumstances and the confusion, the Archivist proceeded.
"Length of Mold 1 is 28.27 meters… Isaac… If possible… Could you try to control 'that' Out-Thread better?"
"I'm doing my best, Sir. Sorry."
"I see… Switch to Mold 2, please."
Center angle of 1.57 radians.
"Radius of Mold 2 is 6 meters with an arc length of 9.42 meters… Still heavily fluctuating. Switch to Mold 3."
Last, semi-circle.
"Radius of Mold 3 is 4.24 meters with an arc length of 13.32 meters. The most unstable Mold… Proceed to the In-Threading test..."
Hehe… Since I'm so DIFFERENT, imagine I get some bullshit like Quantum Magic hehe…
Isaac released the Out-Threadng as the roaring Thaumitons disintegrated.
So much for staying hidden, #2
I'm assuming that due to my otherworldly nature, the Mana most likely would be inverted somewhat. That doesn't explain why my Projection is blue, violet, magenta and white. The inversion of green should be red…
Huh… Interesting…
Isaac was too preoccupied in his own mental space to pay any attention to the violent shouts that seemed to never stop. At this point, every eye in the training ground locks onto Isaac. Some began pulling out their notebooks and jotting information down.
The rumors of a boy who violated Quantum Mechanics spread across the campus as every student and faculty in a 500M range of Isaac came to the testing ground to witness the anomaly himself. It could be said that the stares of everyone on the boy were hotter than any Fire Clause-Construct that would be In-Threaded from this point onwards.
And yet. The most important gaze was that of a common boy.
Whose eyes finally shone gold.
Focus, again.
Isaac takes his position at the 10-meter mark, rolling his shoulders loose. Right arm up before tauting his fingers. He coiled his wrist in preparation for In-Threading.
Let's be quick about this. No fancy aura farming shit like the heroines. I just need a slash so vicious it'll give me my desired Apprentice Class.
Three pascals or higher then.
Simple.
Since the System insist on me being a fraudulent version of the Heroines. I'll copy Anzhelika's Regal Tempest Wind Slash. Keep it as thin as possible to increase the pressure in a square centimeter area.
Isaac, evidently being a copying fraud, began to draw the crescent in the air.
"Wind Slash." He muttered under his breath.
Ah fuck… Should I have said A.M.A to seem inconspicuous?
Oh well…
A flick and release.
The air parts as Isaac's 'A.M.A' tears the 10 meters separating him and the CCAU Dummy. It isn't the radiant ribbon of light Anzhelika conjures, but it's sharper than any other Wind Wave Binder had produced so far, garnering the outraged crowd's attention back to him.
Give it a few seconds…
"3.8 Pascals"
YES!
GG EZ.
I regained my Aura, I'm not in Aura Debt any mor一
ARGH.
The pain from yesterday's nerve damage returned to Isaac the moment he dispelled all Noësis.
He clenched his teeth with all his strength.
"For an assumed 'commoner'. Well done, Mr. Isaac. If… You find anytime possible. I'd like to have a chat… Your circumstances are … extremely fascinating per se… Apprentice-Class is… Well… Highly deserved."
Ow… Top of Apprentice-Class.
Not bad. I don't expect to be immediately OP at the start of the story.
But…
He takes a wide glance across the entire testing grounds. From the corner of his eye, Isaac caught three distinct pairs of eyes locked onto him. Sephalyn, a wide smirk. Turaiya, looking in horror. Anzhelika, her lips parted in surprise.
Judging from their reactions… It seems this body has a potential that would even cause the Genius Turaiya to look at me in utter horror.
…
Cool!
The test continues as Isaac gets back into line. Being shoved person-to-person as they frantically interview him. He'd already left a mark that shouldn't have existed. As per usual, he was still occupied in his mental space to respond to the questions.
In fact, he was rather annoyed.
Ey! The fuck, man?
C'mon! Where's my Affinity improvement? Hello? System? That deserved something at least, right?
No | Element Affinity: Wind (2-Star → 3-Star) |?
…
Are we deadass? I showed an Apprentice-Class feat, where the fuck is my Star Up?
…
Seriously?
Bruh…