"…Divided into thirteen forms for each type of mana. Among them, we recognize two primary categories — Elemental Mana, which follows the natural flow of the world, and Specialized Mana, born from distortions in that flow, anchored to a chosen conduit."
"For example, Light Mana is unique — it manifests when a source of light becomes the medium of its own formation…"
Professor Wellay's runes shimmered faintly on the blackboard, disguised as ordinary letters.
"Additionally, there exists another type of mana — not a single element, but still indispensable. It's called Mana Writing."
At that exact moment, Ron, who had been slumped over his desk since the start of class, instantly pulled out his notebook.
The reason was simple — knowledge of Mana Language was rare.Books that contained it required a constant infusion of mana to remain readable, making their preservation absurdly expensive.Only the grand libraries of noble houses or royal archives could afford such luxuries — and Ron wasn't insane enough to mobilize an entire crew just to steal one.
"Mana within Mana Language," Wellay continued, "originates from the Laws of this World. When we use it, we can impose those laws upon our targets — even enhance them."
Scratch, scratch.
Ron's pen moved quickly across the page, writing without once looking up.
"It encompasses rules we still don't fully understand… mysteries concealed within mysteries — some even dangerous ones…"
Scratch, scratch.
In just a few minutes, Ron had already filled half a page — mostly with his own hypotheses, range definitions, and side notes.
Scratch, scratch.
"Ron, could you stop tapping the table for a—wait, you're actually writing?!"
Emma, seated behind him, widened her gray eyes in disbelief. A small bandage still covered her nose — punishment from teasing Ron a few days earlier.
"Huh? What did you just say?"
"Oh my god. Look at you — weird sleeping posture, strange eating habits, that tapping thing, and now… you're actually taking notes after sleeping through an entire week of lectures!"
"Haha, maybe he thinks this school is just his personal bedroom."
"Careful, he might be a vampire in disguise, hehe."
"HEY, I—"
"Silence!"
Wellay's sharp voice sliced through the laughter, and the entire class froze.
"All right, Ron. I've lost count of how many times you've disrupted my class. Are you even trying to learn?"
"But ma'am, it's just a habit—"
"I don't care. That 'habit' has distracted my class for an entire week!"
She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
Ron's instincts flared. He immediately covered his ears.
After a week of enduring her lectures, he had learned one crucial thing — Wellay's scolding was a weapon of mass destruction.
"You sleep through class, you brought pizza last time, you spilled water all over the floor and didn't clean it up — someone slipped because of you! And then you—"
Her voice started fading into background noise. Ron's eyelids grew heavy, his mouth slightly open—
"Wahh—"
He woke up the instant the sound escaped his lips.
Wellay's eyes sharpened like blades. She stopped mid-sentence and glared at him — the way a dragon looks before devouring its prey.
'…Crap.'
Click.
"Did you just click your tongue at me?"
Ron clutched his head, glancing longingly at the nearby window.
'Should I just jump?'
RING RING!
The bell — salvation incarnate. His eyes lit up with newfound hope.
But before he could even move, Wellay spoke again.
"Mr. Ron, you'll be joining the final exam next week, along with everyone else."
"But ma'am, I've only been here a week! Normally, I'd need more time to—"
"All I've seen you do is sleep. My decision stands — and that's final."
Before Ron could utter another word, she vanished.
As expected of a Blue-Light Instructor — her speed easily exceeded normal perception.
And the moment she was gone, the entire class erupted in laughter.
"HAHA! Did you see his face?""Classic! The drooling prince just got annihilated again!"
'…'
In the academy courtyard, two figures sat beneath a large tree.
Ron sipped his coffee while Emma chatted with Lunas through her smart bracelet.
"You should've seen his face, haha! Worth more than all the sleeping photos combined."
(Let me guess — frowning brows, sagging cheeks, curved eyebrows, mouth open, tongue out?)
"Exactly! Wait—how do you even know that? I was just about to say the same thing!"
"Hey, I can hear you two, you know."
"Lunas, got any more pictures of him? I'll pay good money!"
"LUNAS, SHUT UP!"
(All right, all right… Anyway, boss, why the sudden interest in Mana Language?)
"Don't ignore me…" Ron muttered, scratching his head.
"Lunas, remember those historical reports and ruin archives I requested last year?"
Emma's expression shifted the instant she heard that tone — her professional instincts kicking in.
(Uh… maybe? Or not? Sorry.)
"Figures," Emma said dryly.
(Hey! My memory's not that bad! I just… handle too many things at once, so forgetting a few isn't… unusual.)
"Oh right, like forgetting to deliver a gift until someone else brings it to you?"
"…"
'Wait, what now?'
(…My bad…)
Ron nearly dropped his cup.
He'd known Lunas for years — or rather, Ron's previous self had — but even now, he couldn't comprehend how a man's memory could be this catastrophically bad.
"They say goldfish have a three-second memory… Guess someone just broke the record."
He sighed, glancing at Emma scolding Lunas while the poor guy mumbled apologies through the projection.
Emma had once been Ron's ex — for two days, during an infiltration mission. As for her and Lunas? Childhood friends.
'Haah… I'm too old for this teenage drama. Wait, I'm only twenty-seven.'
"Anyway, listen carefully," Ron said.
Emma settled down, though her eyes lingered on Lunas's floating image.
Ron exhaled slowly before continuing.
"In those historical reports, we found countless fragmented records — pieces from ages long gone."
"Most of them point to an era roughly 1,800 years ago — likely the Godslayer Era, when seven heroes united to destroy the four Evil Gods that once ruled this world."
"Or… at least, that's what the legends claim."
Emma nodded slightly. It was a well-known doctrine in major churches, part of every noble's education.
Ron's tone deepened.
"I've analyzed every dynasty of the past two millennia. There are too many anomalies — tales of the Sun Mountain, the Elven Tree of Life, the Silver Volcano, the Lava River of Orcs and Dwarves… even the Crimson Peak, said to have birthed another legend five centuries ago — the Scarlet Banner."
He paused.
"I'm convinced these events are connected — like dominoes in a chain reaction. But I still lack proof. What I do know is that countless powerful forces are seeking Mana Language — or rather, the Laws of the World themselves. To seize it… is to become the next god."
"There are many theories, but one truth remains — mana itself is only a fragment of the true Mana Language. As for the rest… we'd need someone who's lived long enough to know."
Emma frowned.
"Okay, first — yes, history's weird and messy. But this whole domino conspiracy? You've been reading too many novels, haven't you? Second, did you just say Mana Language contains mana? That's backwards! And nobody lives past two hundred, boss."
(Yeah, boss, maybe stop napping all day. Your brain's turning to tofu.)
"Haah… whatever. I'm heading back. We'll talk tonight."
Ron stood and walked toward the dorms.
As he moved, his thoughts drifted.
Everything he'd just said… was true — drawn straight from his own unfinished novel.But he'd written it so vaguely — condensing thousands of years of lore into just a few pages.
Like trying to summarize Earth's entire history from year 0 to 2025 in three paragraphs.
The more he thought about it, the more it excited him — like a Pandora's box.Dangerous… yet irresistible.
Still, he'd have to wait until the exam was over before digging deeper.
Back in his room, Ron checked every corner carefully — an old habit from his previous life.
Once sure it was safe, he pulled out a hidden drawer, took a small card, and tapped it against his bracelet.
Click. Click.
A holographic interface appeared, filled with dense clusters of data — regions, monsters, the names of legendary figures, and stories from his own novel.
At the center ran a bright red line, branching into dozens of others like the roots of a tree.
[Empire of Seplat / Phelion / XXXXY-0212Y][Giants — one of the three immortal beings that once descended upon this world.]