All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 141
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Chapter 141: The Problem Child
The Stellar Arcanum. The Forbidden Section (West Wing)."He's in there, brother."Kaelus pointed a shaking finger into the dark, cobweb-filled corridor. His nose was bandaged, and his pride was shattered.Standing beside him was Valerius, a senior student wearing the silver-trimmed robes of an A-Rank Battle Mage. Valerius held a staff tipped with a pulsating lightning crystal."A librarian?" Valerius scoffed, his voice echoing in the silent hall. "You let a mana-less janitor slap you? You are a disgrace to the Phoenix Clan.""He used a sneak attack!" Kaelus whined. "He... he manipulated the air pressure! He's weird, Valerius. Just break his legs so I can get my book."Valerius stepped into the darkness."Librarian!" Valerius shouted. "Come out and kneel. Or I will burn this section to the ground."The Trap.Lin Jin was standing on a rolling ladder deep in the aisle labeled [Zoological Anomalies: Class 4]. He was dusting a shelf with a feather duster.He looked down at the two intruder
Chapter 142: The Black Market of Arcana
The Stellar Arcanum. The Undercroft. Beneath the polished marble of the academy lay the "Undercroft." Officially, it was a maintenance tunnel. Unofficially, it was where rich students traded things the Headmaster banned: cursed potions, cheat sheets, and unlicensed artifacts. Lin Jin walked through the dim, steam-filled tunnels. He wore a hooded cloak over his librarian uniform. "This place smells like greed," Bumble chirped from his pocket. "It smells like opportunity," Lin Jin corrected. He wasn't looking for wands or scrolls. Mages valued things that conducted mana (Wood, Crystal, Mithril). Lin Jin needed the opposite. He needed Density. He stopped at a stall run by a nervous third-year student covered in dust. The sign read: [Ruins Excavation: Unidentified Junk - 90% Off]. "Trash," Lin Jin muttered, scanning the table. Broken clay pots. Rusted iron. Fossilized dragon dung. Then, his eyes stopped. Sitting in a box of scrap metal was a black, rusted sword handle. It looke
Chapter 143: The Entrance Exam (Staff Edition)
The Grand Arena of Stellar Arcanum.The stadium was packed. Five thousand students sat in the hovering stands, cheering for the quarterly "Ranking Battles."But right now, they weren't cheering. They were laughing.[Matchup: Exhibition Match][Challenger: Lin Jin (F-Rank Librarian) vs. Defender: Magitech Golem "Titan-IV" (B-Rank).]"Is the school trying to save money on severance pay?" Kaelus (the student Lin Jin slapped earlier) laughed from the VIP box. "They sent the janitor to fight a Titan!"In the center of the arena stood the Titan-IV. It was a three-meter-tall construct of brass and mana-crystals. Its arm was a spinning Gatling gun that fired fireballs.Opposite it stood Lin Jin.He wasn't wearing armor. He was wearing his dusty grey librarian uniform. He didn't have a staff. He had his hands in his pockets."Begin!" the referee shouted, flying to a safe distance.The Fight.WHIRRR-CLANK.The Titan-IV locked onto Lin Jin. Its eyes glowed red.[Target Acquired. Threat Level: Lo
Chapter 144: The Sword Princess Investigates
The Stellar Arcanum. Library, Floor 3 (History Section). The day after the arena match, the library was quiet. The students were busy whispering rumors about the "Monster Librarian," but none dared to approach him. Except one. Lin Jin was pushing a cart full of heavy grimoires. He stopped. Blocking his path was Lyra. She wasn't wearing her usual gold-trimmed uniform. She wore a simple white training gi, her silver hair tied back tight. Her hand rested on the hilt of a rapier at her waist. "Can I help you?" Lin Jin asked, picking up a copy of Ancient Civilizations. "The Self-Help section is on the second floor." The Deduction. Lyra didn't move. Her blue eyes scanned him like a laser, dissecting his posture, his breathing, and specifically, his right arm. "The Black Market," Lyra said softly. "The hooded man who bought the Star-Iron." "It was you." "And yesterday in the arena... you didn't use magic. You threw that pebble with pure muscle contraction." She stepped closer, he
Chapter 145: The Midnight Tutoring
The Stellar Arcanum. Sub-Level B4: The Furnace Room. Midnight struck the clock tower. The academy slept under the silver light of the moons. But deep beneath the library, in the labyrinth of steam pipes and magical boilers, the air was hot and heavy. Lyra arrived precisely on time. She had traded her Sword Division uniform for a tight-fitting, breathable training suit. Her silver hair was tied up in a severe bun. She looked ready to slay a dragon. She stood before the heavy iron door of the Furnace Room, took a deep breath, and knocked three times. CREAAAK. The door opened. Steam billowed out. Inside, Lin Jin was sitting on a crate, eating a sandwich. Zero was floating next to him, using a small fireball to toast a marshmallow. "You're late," Lin Jin lied (she was early). "Time is money. Did you bring the tuition?" Lyra stepped in, wrinkling her nose at the smell of coal and oil. She placed a heavy velvet bag on the crate. "500 High-Grade Mana Stones. As requested." Lin Jin
Chapter 146: The Trial of the Pervert Librarian
The Stellar Arcanum. The Great Hall of Judgment. The morning sun streamed through the stained-glass windows, illuminating the solemn faces of the Disciplinary Committee. Lin Jin stood in the center of the hall. He was handcuffed with anti-magic cuffs (which were useless since he had no magic). Surrounding him were five hundred students, whispering excitedly. It was the biggest scandal in years. On the high podium sat Madam Ironwood, the Head of Discipline. She was a terrifying old woman who reportedly smiled only once a decade. "Lin Jin," Madam Ironwood’s voice was like grinding gravel. "You are charged with 'Public Indecency', 'Corruption of a Noble House', and 'Unlicensed Educational Activities'. Do you deny these charges?" Lin Jin yawned. "I deny the first two," Lin Jin said. "The third one? Guilty. I am a great educator." "Silence!" Ironwood slammed her gavel. " accuser, step forward." The Evidence. Kaelus walked onto the stage, looking smug. He held up the recording cry
Chapter 147: The Ashbone Boot Camp
The Academy Training Grounds. 08:00 AM. The news had spread like wildfire: "The F-Rank Librarian is actually a hidden master who taught the Sword Princess how to one-shot a Captain." When Lin Jin arrived at the training grounds, he found a sea of people. Over two thousand students were waiting. Most were nobles wearing expensive, enchanted sportswear. They held glowing staves and jewel-encrusted swords. They chattered excitedly, expecting to learn some ancient, S-Rank Secret Art. "I heard he teaches a technique called 'The God Slap'," one student whispered. "I heard he can cut magic with a glance," another said. Lin Jin walked onto the podium. He wasn't wearing a master's robe. He was wearing a tank top and cargo pants, revealing his lean, wired muscles. Standing next to him was Lyra, looking terrifyingly serious, holding a clipboard. "Quiet!" Lyra shouted. The crowd instantly hushed. "Welcome to Special Physical Education," Lin Jin spoke into a magical microphone.
Chapter 148: The Freshman Hunt
The Academy Forest. The Starting Line. The annual "Freshman Hunt" was the most prestigious event of the semester. The forest was stocked with low-level magical beasts: Wind Wolves, Iron Boars, and Slime Blobs. Five hundred noble students stood at the entrance. They looked like a parade of peacocks. They wore enchanted leather armor, held polished wands, and carried spatial bags filled with potions. "I bet I'll get 100 points today," Kaelus bragged to his team. "My father bought me a Fire-Staff that auto-aims." On the far side of the clearing stood the Ashbone Class. The 30 "Trash" students wore ragged gym clothes. They had no weapons. They had no armor. They had no potions. But they had something else. Their eyes were bloodshot. Their skin was slightly grey from the bone-soup. They were vibrating with a mix of caffeine and repressed rage. Headmaster Magnus floated above the crowd. "The rules are simple," Magnus announced. "Hunt beasts. Collect their Cores. 1 Core =
Chapter 149: The Noble's Retaliation
The Headmaster's Office. Top of the Ivory Tower. Headmaster Magnus sat behind his desk, sipping herbal tea. Floating in the air before him were a dozen holographic projections of angry noble parents. "This is an outrage!" Lord Kaelus Sr. shouted, his face red. "My son came home in his underwear! He was robbed by peasants! I demand that Librarian be fired!" "Expel them!" another Duchess shrieked. "They are savages! They bit my nephew!" Magnus placed his teacup down. The sound was soft, but it silenced the room. "Lords and Ladies," Magnus said calmly. "The rules of the Hunt state: 'Survival of the Fittest'. Your children had A-Rank gear, advanced spells, and superior numbers." "And they lost to a group of F-Rank students wearing gym shorts." Magnus leaned forward, his eyes cold. "If your heirs cannot defeat a librarian's student in a fair fight, perhaps the problem is not the Librarian. Perhaps the problem is your bloodline." He waved his hand. The holograms flickered
Chapter 150: The Tournament of Realms
The Royal Palace. The Throne Room. King Varic sat on the Sun Throne, drumming his fingers on the golden armrest. He was a bored monarch. The kingdom had been at peace for fifty years, and peace was terrible for ratings. "Your Majesty," the Royal Spymaster knelt. "The reports from the Stellar Arcanum are... inconsistent." "How inconsistent?" "First, they said the Librarian was a pervert. Then, they said he was a genius. Now, they say his students—a group of F-Rank rejects—defeated the Senior Enforcers and ate an A-Rank spell." King Varic’s eyes lit up. Finally, something interesting. "The Inter-Academy Tournament is next week," the King mused. "Usually, we send the Noble Elites to represent us. But they are boring. They fight like dancers." "Send the Librarian's class." "But Sire!" The Spymaster gasped. "The Wildcard Slot is reserved for special guests! If we send F-Ranks, and they lose, the Kingdom becomes a laughingstock!" "And if they win?" King Varic smiled, a sharp, preda