MAGE ACADEMY : LEO'S FRACTURED SYSTEM
Leo was typical, overlooked and completely unprepared when a forbidden tome chose him and gave him the mark of a Warden and placed him under the Mage Academy. This school is an intermediary between worlds, a training ground where recipients of a gift of a System Interface, called a Codex, are trained. However, the file of Leo himself is empty, his Codex whispers that they are “unfinished,” and the elite at the Academy are watching him with suspicion and fear.
Dropped into a realm of magical rank and fatal challenges, Leo is an exception. His magic is not dead, but a forbidden energy, which develops by consuming the magic and memories of others. In a maimed mentor who has an overabundance of knowledge, a genius competitor with a cursed lineage, and an ally with a talent to outwit the street, Leo discovers a rot inside the Academy. It is not merely teaching magic, it is harvesting it, it is tapping its students with the souls of its former students to feed its immortality, all managed by an enigmatic, manipulative Headmaster.
As the boundary between the magical and the mortal realms collapses, Leo gets to know the horrifying reality of his destiny. He is a “Fractured Soul,” a descendant in an intergenerational cycle, who will either redeem the world or ruin it. In order to escape the cycle, he should learn how to overcome the same force that is eliminating his human nature and face the most outrageous truth of all: the man who has tortured him is his own father. The world has become the teacher, but Leo now has to rewrite the final lesson.
Tags: Progression Fantasy, Academy Fantasy, Gaslamp Fantasy.
Underdog Protagonist, Magical School, Forbidden Magic, System Interface, Conspiracy, Found Family, Cyclical Destiny, Tragic Romance.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 47: A Legacy of Blood and CodeThe recognition was not a surrender. It was a catalyst.As Eryndor’s void-blade touched his soul, Leo did not see a future of darkness. He saw the root of it. He felt the exact, agonizing moment, repeated across a hundred cycles, where the weight of love and loss became too much to bear. He felt the seductive whisper of the System, not as an enemy, but as a grieving friend offering the only solace it knew: the end of feeling. And in that shared, horrific understanding, Leo found his weapon.It was not a blade of light or will. It was a single, defiant memory, polished to a brilliant, unassailable point. The memory of Aria, not as the Academy’s Vessel, but as herself. The feel of her hand in his in the Astral Gardens. The fierce, protective light in her eyes when she stood by him. The promise they had made. A memory untouched by the System’s logic, untainted by the despair of cycles. A variable it could not compute.He did not push the void away. He embraced it, and in that embrace, he
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Chapter: Chapter 46 B: The Mirror of Eryndor“You stick to your compassion like virtue,” Eryndor said, and left the throne. He did not walk, but glided, the shadows of the hall enshrouding him with an unresponsive, living courtesy. You think it makes you macho, a contrast to the machine. It is what makes you weak. Sentimental variable I at last, mercifully, made amends. I loved, too. Fiercely. Desperately. I possessed my Kaelen, who was a fire in the night. I possessed my Elara, who gave me the only thing that made me warm, his memory. I struggled on their behalf, shed blood on their behalf, saw them disintegrate into dust and be erased into non-existence. And for what? The process went on, and on. The Academy survived, and changed with every failure of ours, making itself stronger. I just decided to get myself to be the engine instead of the fuel. It is the only natural conclusion, it is the only logical conclusion.There was some deeper, more intimate truth between them, as heavy as the silence. The fact that Eryndor was here,
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Chapter: CHAPTER 45: The Mirror of EryndorThere was no transition, no tunnel of light or wrenching pull through dimensions. One moment, Leo was a scream of data being unmade in the collapsing Underdepth, his consciousness a fragmented cloud of panic and raw, uncontrolled code. The next, he “was”. He coalesced, his form reassembling itself not from flesh and bone, but from memory and possibility, from the ghost of a choice he had refused. He stood on solid ground, drawing a breath that felt both familiar and profoundly alien, the air tasting of static and forgotten prayers.You felt awe, and it was staggering and shot through with a profound, pure fear, snarled in his stomach like a serpent.He was in the Ascension Grand Hall. but it was a monstrous imitation, an ideal, evil imitation. It was veined white marble, but it was cold as a tombstone, and appeared to absorb the light instead of reflecting it, which gave the large room a twilight effect. The Throne of the Founders was now, however, a large, solid block of obsidian, an
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Chapter: CHAPTER 44: Reality ScriptThe gift Cipher had is a heavy, hot singularity of information buried in the depths of his soul. The body of the old man was still being carted off by indifferent wardens, hours later, when Leo sat still in his cell with his head turned inwards. He was not bold enough to attack the details. It was like looking at the sun- that smouldering sticky substance of sheer possibility that was scalding his sanity. But he had that sense of its presence, of a silent, humming force that caused the very air that he was in to tremble, as though it were reality that was shyness. He had to understand it. Cipher had died for this. And to allow fear to paralyze him was treachery to that sacrifice. He was not concerned with the substance of the data, but rather with its periphery, with what encryption measures Cipher had applied to conceal it. His compiler, his editor, His Codex, were working as one. Neither did it view encryption as an obstacle; instead, it viewed it as a syntax to be remedied, as a l
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Chapter: Chapter 42 B: CipherLeo listened, his heart aching over the girl called Elara, although the part of him, the one that was also growing into a strategist was putting the information away. His sympathy with the people he was fighting with his raging, desperate desire to know the bigger workings of their destruction. Cipher was the key. He was the code solver and Leo had to know how to crash the whole program.One day, on the despondent rec time, when they sat against the cold, wet wall, they were watching the rest of the crowd moving in their hopeless silent procession, Cipher turned his searching eyes on Leo. You are not like us, Seven-Three-Four. Your signal is… loud. A screaming siren in the statical. It is not only the Fractured signature but that is a part of it. It has something more in the architecture. Let me look. Really look. Prior to my being taken to my final test.Cipher stretched forward a wicked, shaking hand and touched his fingertips to the forehead before Leo could say yes or no. His eyes
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Chapter: CHAPTER 42: CipherThe man who entered Leo’s cell was not the monstrous torturer his imagination had conjured. He was… average. Of medium height and build, dressed in a simple, grey jumpsuit devoid of any insignia. His face was lined but unremarkable, his hair a faded, mousy brown. The only thing that stood out were his eyes. They were the pale, washed-out blue of a winter sky, and they held a terrifying, absolute vacancy. They were the eyes of a man who had looked upon things that had scoured him clean of all feeling, all surprise. This was the Custodian.He didn't speak. All he did was to pick up a little, silver wand, the tip of which was burning in a soft, white light. He pointed it at Leo. There was neither a beam, nor a sound, but Leo thought he had a sensation of a thousand of these small creatures crawling on his body, a scan, a scan, a scan psychic, piercing every part of his flesh and his aura, the very form of his Codex. It was a personal invasion, being turned inside-out to have a casual, cl
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