Chapter 26 - 26: Trials and Abilities

The classroom buzzed with quiet murmurs as students settled into their seats. Kyle sat near the back, his Mana Tab open as he prepared to take notes. At the front of the room, Instructor Carter—a tall man with sharp features and a neatly trimmed beard—leaned against his desk, waiting for the chatter to die down. "Alright, settle down," Carter said, clapping his hands once. The room fell silent. "Today, we're discussing rank classifications and why they matter." "So who can tell me why we divide awakeners into Low, Mid, and High Rankers?" A hand shot up near the front. It was Lyra Silverwind, Rank 8, an half-elf with green hair and ruby eyes . Sёarᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Because our bodies get reconstructed when we rank up" she said. "Going from Silver to Gold changes us physically." Carter nodded. "Correct. But that's only part of it." He walked to the whiteboard and sketched out the rank classifications: Low Rankers: Iron, Bronze, Silver Mid Rankers: Gold, Platinum, Diamond High Rankers: Radiant, Divine "But it's not just about getting stronger. The real difference lies in how our bodies interact with mana." He tapped his Mana Tab, and a holographic diagram of a human body appeared, glowing blue in the air. Tiny lines—like veins—spread through the image. "Low Rankers—Iron, Bronze, Silver—don't have defined mana pathways," Carter explained. "Their mana flows through their bodies in a raw, uncontrolled way. That's why even if a Silver Ranker has a lot of mana, they can't refine it as efficiently as a Gold Ranker." "Now," he continued "when you break through from Silver to Gold, or Diamond to Radiant, your body does undergo reconstruction." "When we talk about body reconstruction, we are not just talking about muscles getting bigger or bones getting stronger. At Gold rank, You grow more mana pathways, your very cells begin to restructure themselves to better channel mana. Your nervous system rewires to process magic faster. Even your blood changes composition to carry mana more efficiently." "Think of your body like a city," Carter explained, drawing on the whiteboard. "At low ranks, it's like a medieval town with dirt roads - mana moves slowly and inefficiently. Gold rank turns you into a modern metropolis with highways and power grids. That's why the power gap is so massive between Silver and Gold." "Low Rankers don't have defined mana pathways, which is why mana control is sloppy at those stages. But once you hit Gold? Your body starts channeling mana smoothly. Spells become sharper. Movements become more precise. That's why a Gold Ranker can wipe the floor with a dozen Silvers—it's not just about raw power. It's about efficiency." A girl with braided hair raised her hand. "Sir, what about stats? I heard they're locked until we rank up from Low Ranks" "Good question" Mr. Carter said. "Let's say you are at peak Silver Rank. Your Strength, Agility, Endurance, Intelligence and Mana Capacity are cap at D+. No matter how hard you train, you won't hit C- rank in those stats until you become a Gold Ranker." A hand shot up it was Reo who was sitting next to Kyle. "What about Luck and Charm? Do those matter?" A few students chuckled, but Mr. Carter smirked. "No, Mr. Dustbane. Luck and Charm don't affect your rank progression. Though I'm sure you'd love if they did." Some students burst into laughter. Cedric raised his hand. "What happens after we max out our stats?" Carter's expression turned serious. "That's when the real challenge begins. The System gives you a Trial." He paused, letting the weight of the word sink in. "These trials are unique for every individual" Carter continued. "Your consciousness gets pulled into a separate space—your body stays here, unharmed—and you're tested. Some Trials are straightforward. Some are brutal. No outside help. No do-overs. Just you, your skills, and whatever challenge the System throws at you." Kyle's grip on his pen tightened. 'Trials?' He'd read about them in the novel. A nervous-looking boy near the front raised his hand. "Professor… what if you fail the Trial?" Mr. Carter's expression turned serious. "Then you die." A girl near the back paled. "That's why there are so few High Rankers?" "Correct." Carter nodded. "Most people either fail their Trial or avoid attempting it altogether." "But" Carter added, his tone lighter "if you perform exceptionally well in your Trial, the System might grant you an Ability." "An Ability?" several students echoed. Carter nodded. "Abilities are rare, powerful skills tied to your element, weapon, your personality, or even something different altogether." Murmurs erupted. Kyle's pen hovered over his notes. 'Abilities?' "Abilities are rare," Carter said, raising his voice over the chatter. "They're like… personalized boosts. Some enhance your element. Some refine your weapon skills. Principal Lucian, for example, has one—though good luck getting him to tell you what it does." He smirked. "Point is, an Ability can be a 'game-changer'. There are stories of Gold Rank defeating Diamond rank purely because their Ability gave them an edge." Cassian Emberfall, Rank 2, raised his hand. "How do we know what kind of Trial we'll get?" Carter shrugged. "No one knows. Some Trials test your combat skills. Others challenge your mind, your willpower, or even your morals. The System decides." "So it's random?" Cassian pressed. "Not entirely" Carter said. "Your actions, your affinities, even your personality might influence it. But we don't have enough data to predict anything." Carter glanced at the clock. "We're almost out of time, but if you want to be prepared for the trial, increase your mastery with your elements and weapons as much as you can." He closed his Mana Tab, signaling the end of the lecture. "Next class, we'll discuss mana circulation techniques for Low Rankers. Dismissed." As the students filed out, Kyle lingered, his mind buzzing. Reo gave Kyle's shoulder a playful shake. "Hey, you are zoning out hard there. What's got your brain working overtime?" Kyle blinked, rubbing his temple. "Just... processing everything." "Save the deep thoughts for later" Reo said, pointing his thumb toward the door. "We have got combat training in five minutes and I'm not getting chewed out by Instructor Hale again for being late." "Yeah, yeah," Kyle chuckled, pushing himself up from the desk. "Lead the way, then."