Time Twister

Xander only had two cla.s.ses in the first semester, which was Basic Magic Training and Elemental Control, each cla.s.s lasting 2 hours each day.

Once he reached the building, he flashed his watch at the entrance of the builing, allowing him entry. What was good with a personal communication device was that it functions as your ident.i.ty card, your payment card, your phone, and your portable computer. The model Xander had was the latest and most expensive one, the S100 series, costing him 500,000 Etas. With some modification done by the system, it now had an unhackable software and hardware structure, as well as the capacity to go into the deep web and gain access to certain restricted sites available in the world, undetected and untraceable, obtaining some of the characteristics of the System.

Once he was in the building, he noticed that the whole building was the cla.s.sroom, and the first 2 floors were merged into one, large room, with a projector board. There were seat desks placed in one side of the room, while the other side was covered with a mat, and had two arenlike stages. Upon going to the 3rd floor, he realized it was a personal canteen. Upon seeing the choices, even Xander can't help but salivate, as he had seen these exquisite dishes but didn't have the chance to eat them.

These exquisite dishes were different from regular dishes: These dishes were actually beneficial for anyone who uses magic! Not only is the dish imbued by magic by the cook, it also uses materials that can be considered extravagant, such as magical beasts meat, elemental herbs and spices, and the like. Although it doesn't let anyone rise in level, it increases the magic content in the human body as one continues to eat these dishes, permanently increasing their magical affinity and apt.i.tude for the elements.

Looking closer, the menu in the canteen was divided into two: those that cost Etas, and those that cost school contribution points. School conribution points, or SCPs, are gained whenever receives a perfect examination score (ranging from 1-10 points), as well as doing certain tasks available at the School Bounty Board. The School Bounty Board basically holds missions entrusted by the government and the military to the school, and the difficulty ranges from F to SSS, with the rewards increasing as the difficulty of the mission rises as well.

SCPs can be used to be exchanged for Etas at a ratio of 1 SCP:1000 Etas, but to exchange Etas to SCPs, the ratio changes to 1 SCP:1,000,000 Etas. Currently, he had 500 school contribution points; the specialized food costs around 5 to 50 school contribution points. He could only afford one specialized meal a day for one semester; that only includes lunch. If he wanted more SCPs, he would have to either get it from other students, get it from the school for perfecting exams, or get it from the School Bounty Board.

He headed to

30 minutes later, the alarm rang, waking him up. Xander looked around, and saw several students talking, with a few just sitting on their desk-chairs, playing around with their phones.

When he looked around, others were also looking at him, and some of them were even talking about him.

"Hey, is that him? That genius who was crowned as the top-scorer in the whole country?"

"Well, can you see anyone else who looks like a 7 year old kid here?"

"True. Wonder how strong he is... I want to challenge him!"

"You, challenge him? At least get to his level in terms of grades first before issuing a challenge, fam."

While they were chattering, Xander disappeared from his desk, causing others to be shout in surprise. But before they could even ask what the h.e.l.l just happened, Xander appeared in front of the other students. He eyed them curiously.

Xander was genuinely curious about his cla.s.smates, since he decided to skip grade school and high school. He already got the necessary information about his cla.s.smates with the help of the watch, and knew about their backgrounds, temperaments, and even their current career paths.

Majority of the students in front of him were no older than 18, some even at the age of 15. They were considered prodigies, but not as prodigal as Xander.

According to their reported magical level, the strongest among them was only an Elite-4, with the weakest at Elite-2. But these prodigies weren't as simple as that; they were able to challenge those above their levels like Xander.

However, they weren't as strong as Xander who could put up a fight 1 cla.s.s above him and even win, however. After observing them for a few seconds, Xander gave them his most authentic smile.

"h.e.l.lo, fellow cla.s.smates! I hope we all have a fruitful college experience together!" Xander said, as he bowed to them, causing the students be fl.u.s.tered and bow back as well as a sign of respect.

Before Xander could actually introduce himself to the students that were present, a loud, condescending voice sounded from the back of the room.

"Hmph, I don't think you should be here."

Upon hearing this, the other students who didn't care much about Xander looked at him and began observing the spectacle. Xander, however, didn't lose his smile and looked at where the voice came from. Upon seeing the origin of the voice, he recognized him from the information that he has about the students; it was the self-proclaimed genius from the Gamma region, Faris Cunningham.

"Oh, why is that so, Mr. Faris Cunningham?" Xander asked, his voice chilly despite his smiling face. The onlookers couldn't help but doubt their original impression of Xander.

"Why? You yourself should know why." Faris sniffed, as if disdained to talk about the matter. Xander was a bit bewildered; he didn't know anyone related to Faris that could have crossed paths with him, so why is he going against him, he wondered.

"Well, Mr. Faris Cunningham, rank 501 of the country-wide college examinations, I think I know why I should be here. What I wonder is how someone like you, someone who didn't even reach rank 500 or above, is allowed admission to the Grand Hyatt University's advanced track program? Could it be...?" Xander said questioningly, his voice pensive.

Of course, Faris, who was 16, may be a teenager but he wasn't daft. He knew what Xander was trying to say, and that made him not only embarra.s.sed in front of the other students, but feel angry at Xander as well.

"Hmph! Obviously, someone didn't realize that one can enter the Advanced program track as long as your grades are above the rank of 1000, and as long as one has at least 2 recommendation letters from a Master cla.s.s or higher personage." Faris retorted, his face haughty. Xander rolled his eyes at this idiot.

"Oh, so you entered through recommendation letters... then doesn't that mean you entered this cla.s.s by the back door? So tell me, Mr. Faris, whose more qualified to actually be enrolled in this cla.s.s? Me, who topped the examination and was recommended by several members of the Office of Admission to join this cla.s.s, or by you, who barely got by and bought some recommendation letters from G.o.d knows who?" Xander sneered at Faris. Even the other students couldn't help but visualize the scenario and come to a conclusion: Xander deserved to be in the cla.s.s.

"You...!" Faris glared at Xander, madly pointing at him. Xander was annoyed and with a wave of his hand the finger Faris used to point at him broke. Faris broke out a loud scream, and even the other students were shocked and eyed Xander, wondering what magic that was.

Xander eyed them coolly before looking back at Faris, in which he took in an innocent look.

"Oh my, Mr. Faris, are you ok? Your finger looks quite broken. I reckon, the bones there are all shattered now! What happened?" Xander exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise and worry, that if anyone who didn't see the previous actions done by him, they might have been fooled! Faris held back his mouth and glared silently at Xander, who just looked 'genuinely' confused at what had just happened.

"Mr. Faris, I believe you should go to the infirmary, or better yet, go to the hospital and have it healed. Who knows, it might leave a permanent damage in your ability to cast magic!" Xander said succinctly, and those who were listening knew that was a threat towards Faris.

Faris, on the other hand, paled and hurriedly called for his driver and headed towards the best hospital he could afford.

The cla.s.sroom was quiet after Faris had left; no one thought that things would develop in such a scary way. Xander shook his head and looked at the remaining students, who had faces of dumbstruck. He smiled and asked, "Now, what was I going to say?"