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A Sorcerer’s Journey - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22: Two Years in the School

Translator: John Cui Editor: Zayn

Time passed. Glenn had been in the Black Isotta School of Sorcerers for two years. The First-

Years Sorcery Test was only one year away. Being jested as the Gory Test, it was actually a

killing machine for the novices. Even for the students or those who had learned at least three

sorceries, only one out of ten of them could make it out alive.

That was the reason why Glenn had been moping around these days. For the two years he had

been in school, the only sorcery he had gained mastery in was the ’’Canine Olfactory

Enhancement’’, which, ironically, he had studied before he came to the school. However, he had

been obsessed with the ’’with enough knowledge and a fulcrum on which to place it, and you

shall move the world’’ principle. Instead of following the more common course of action of

pursuing practical skills, as most of the other pupils had done, he had been devoted to seeking

the ultimate truth behind the Canine Olfactory Enhancement. But it had proved to be a mere

waste of time.

Actually, Glenn had every reason to make advancements on his way of becoming more

powerful. For one thing, he was talented and had no scarcity of magic stones, which would

surely get him many of the materials needed to gain new sorceries. As for the sufficiency of

stones, he was doing a part-time job as a cleaner in the library, which, surprisingly, was much

sought-out, thanks to the connections of the Death Sail League. This job guaranteed him two

magic stones each month plus the two stones from the monthly allowance.

And he had comprehended one particular issue about the Canine Olfactory Enhancement: The

Olfactory Enhancement did not fall into the domains of Hematology Sorcery.

’’Am I wrong for digging deeply into it? The Canine Olfactory Enhancement and Odor Mapping

used to be my advantage, but now there is nothing to be proud of!’’ Glenn couldn't stop blaming

himself.

However, his thought was suddenly interrupted by a miserable screaming: ’’No...’’

Glenn tracked the screaming and rushed to the spot, only to find that a girl was rolling on the

ground in severe pain, and there were several bystanders who were watching.

Taking a further look, Glenn recognized that the girl rolling on the ground was Linzi, who had

gained her fame because she was one of the first ones that had been accepted as a ’’student’’,

after ranking up from being a novice.

It could be estimated by the way of her writhing that she might have been cursed - a manner of

killing that had obtained its popularity because of the ease of eluding the investigation from the

LET.

Cursing someone had two essential prerequisites. First, the person being targeted had not

raised a Symbiotic Insect prior to being cursed. Despite the disturbance that might be caused by

infesting insects on your body, Symbiotic Insects could serve to protect their host from being

cursed or from being controlled through other mental manipulations.

The Symbiotic Insect was said to be the preliminary application of soul energy. Part of the

host's soul energy would be transferred to the insects the person raised, and therefore, the

’’energized’’ insects were able to perform a defensive function, including reinforcing the host's

resistance to being controlled mentally by the attacker.

The second thing for a curse to take effect was the access to the target's personal information,

which included a drop of his/her blood, a nail or a hair and in certain cases, the things that the

victims had touched would do if the curse-caster had been extremely good.

And the victim would die in various ways. Once, a novice was suddenly overrun by a swarm of

unknown insects which fed on human flesh and was nibbled away. In another, it was rumored

that a novice was suffocated to death over dinner because her blood had suddenly stopped

flowing. And once, there was this novice who kept shrinking as he was losing all of his body

fluids, and he was shriveled into a mummy.

It seemed to Glenn that curses could not be lifted and he, along with other watchers, was

wondering how Linzi would die. They had witnessed too many cases of people being cursed and

the tragic and usually odd deaths had rarely been rendered as a conversation topic.

That was when Linzi's crying became more dreadful and a smell of charred meat was sniffed.

’’Wow, it is the Spontaneous Combustion Curse. That's a capital one!’’ a boy from the watchers

exclaimed.

Linzi was then burnt to cinders in a few minutes.

At that night, the Death Sail League called an assembly. It should be noted that the Five Spell

Casters no longer ruled the league due to the accidental deaths of the Fireball Caster Aaron and

the Puppet Caster. Instead, there were now the meritocracy-based Twelve Superiors who held

the highest positions, including the three remaining Five Spell Casters.

Glenn and his little fellas were at the assembly. But Glenn was rather frustrated because his

friends, gifted or not, had all been making great progress in acquiring sorceries. Even Nina, who

was still miserable due to her injured eye, had managed three sorceries, which were essentially

auxiliary, giving rise to the fact that she and Chris now made a strong team that even matched a

senior student in a fight.

’’Hey, Glenn, would you like to come with us to the Bramble Forest tomorrow? You'll surely get

some magic stones as a reward like we did last time!’’ Chris whispered.

’’No, I'd better not. I will hold the group back!’’ Glenn pretended that he had made peace with

the fact that he was a liability. With a glance at Chris, he continued, ’’Now even your little sister

is better than me.’’

Looking rather concerned, Lafite cut in:

’’Glenn, stop that nonsense! You are good. It's just that you need to get back on track. What you

need for now are two more sorceries, not more rumination on that olfactory book.’’

’’She's right, Glenn. Sorceries are more urgently needed!’’ Nina added in a low voice.

’’Emm...’’ Glenn was about to respond when he was suddenly cut in by a boy with a bushy beard

named Armida. Armida was one of the Twelve Superiors and was a big pursuer of Lafite.

’’Can't you guys give him a break! ’’ Armida threw a look at Chris and Nina and fixed his eyes on

Lafite. Afterwards, he turned to Glenn.

’’There, there. Everything is under control. You are a friend of Lafite, and that means you are a

friend of mine. I can assure you that.’’

Glenn felt a twinge of pain on hearing these kind yet overbearing words. The magnanimity and

generosity of their friends were in some way a charity to him. In his eyes, Glenn felt as if he was

being treated as a loser, and they were doing it just for the qualms of their conscience.

One of the Twelve Superiors was presiding over the assembly. He was giving a speech with a

passionate strenuousness.

’’The Death Sail League has grown into a big one. We now boasts 217 members in the league,

and the volume has helped us rank 5th among all of the leagues in the Black Isotta School. I am

proud to say that a whopping 205 of the total members have been accepted as ’’students’’ and,

amazingly, 17 have been recognized by sorcerers because of their potential or ability and thus

have even been admitted as mentees of the sorcerers.’’

Glenn's heart broke into pieces, and although the Superior was rambling on, he couldn't hear a

word at all.

’’Once, I was gifted. Now what? A loser? One of the worst 12 novices who can't get three

sorceries?’’

After the assembly ended, Glenn was on his way back to dorm, his eyes downcast. Robinson was

with him at the time, who, surprisingly, kept silent along the way.

As they drew near to the dorm, Robinson erupted:

’’Who does that stupid Armida think he is? He's such a shameless guy! How dare he talk to you

like that? I just wanted to give him a good beating. Oh, there's definitely no way that he would

think you and Lafite are just friends, right? He knows nothing about what you two have been

through together! That dumbass! ’’

Glenn looked at Robinson, whom Glenn had thought of as an incurable headache because of his

garrulousness. Glenn felt that his ’’wind bag’’[1] property and his ’’betrayal’’[2] were rendered

inconsequential because of his understanding of Glenn's heart at the time. As a result, Glenn

was so deeply moved that he almost couldn't hold back his tears.

’’Robinson, thanks. But I want to be alone for a while. Please!’’ Glenn turned around to hide his

tears, which had made their way out.

Without uttering a word, Robinson patted Glenn on the shoulder and left.

Glenn then wandered off in the school, reflecting the two-year life here, until he found himself

already at the entrance of the tunnel which led out of the school. The stone tablet was still

standing there and the words ’’With my knowledge, give me a fulcrum on which to place it, and

I shall move the world!’’ caught Glenn's eyes again.

’’It used to be so inspiring. But now, it is just so discouraging! Who on earth would give me such

abundant knowledge?’’

Soaked in sorrow, Glenn stood motionlessly for quite a while. Then suddenly, like a man who

had been jerked awake from his nightmare, Glenn regained his faith and thought to himself.

'I was determined to be a sorcerer before, then why should I quit just because of a small

setback? What a boring life it would have been if I had followed the paths trodden by others. I

need to be unique and I will be, even if it would go against all odds!'

FOOTNOTES:

[1]: ’’Wind bag’’ refers to someone who is too talkative.

[2]: ’’Betrayal’’ refers to the fact that Robinson deserted Glenn's group back on the ship.



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