How I destroyed the whole world

I got caught

The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the Magical Foundations classroom as Professor Aldwin Thorne paced before his students. Unlike the worn Master Thorne from Westbrook Academy, this Professor Thorne commanded respect through sheer intellectual presence. His sharp features and penetrating gray eyes seemed to dissect every student who dared meet his gaze.

"Magic," he announced, his voice carrying easily across the tiered lecture hall, "is not merely about power. It is about understanding the fundamental forces that bind our reality together. Miss Rodriguez, perhaps you could explain the theoretical basis of elemental manipulation?"

Isabella rose gracefully from her seat in the third row. "Elemental manipulation requires the caster to harmonize their personal magical frequency with the natural resonance of the chosen element, Professor. Fire responds to passion and will, water to emotion and flow, earth to stability and endurance, air to thought and freedom."

"Excellent. Five points to your record." Professor Thorne made a note on his crystal tablet, then his eyes swept across the room before settling on Marcus, who sat near the back with the other Defenders. "Mr. Hale, since you survived a demon attack, surely you understand the magical principles behind protective barriers. Explain how layered ward systems function."

Marcus felt every eye in the classroom turn toward him. His mouth went dry as he searched his mind for an answer. He knew what protective barriers felt like from his mother's final spell, but the theoretical knowledge Professor Thorne wanted was beyond his limited magical education.

"I… protective barriers work by…" he started, then faltered. The silence stretched painfully. "They create a shield that keeps dangerous things out?"

Snickers rippled through the classroom. Garrett Winslow, sitting with the other Attackers, didn't even bother to hide his smirk.

"How illuminating," Professor Thorne said dryly. "Perhaps you could be more specific about the magical mechanics involved?"

Marcus felt heat rise in his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Professor. I don't know the technical details."

"Clearly." Professor Thorne's disappointment was palpable. "Perhaps someone else can enlighten us. Miss Rodriguez?"

Isabella's voice was gentle but clear. "Layered ward systems work by creating multiple barriers at different magical frequencies. Each layer is attuned to specific types of threats – physical, magical, or spiritual. The outer layers detect and slow incoming attacks, while inner layers provide absolute protection. The key is ensuring proper harmonic resonance between layers to prevent interference."

"Much better. Another five points." Professor Thorne returned his attention to Marcus. "Mr. Hale, I suggest you spend more time with your textbooks and less time relying on practical experience alone. Academic understanding is what separates trained mages from mere survivors."

The words stung worse than any physical blow. Marcus sank lower in his seat as Professor Thorne moved on to the next topic, aware of the pitying looks from some classmates and the satisfied expressions from others.

The pattern repeated Itself throughout the day. In History of the Realm, Professor Merideth asked about the political implications of the Demon Wars, and Marcus could only speak from his personal tragedy rather than providing the broader historical context she wanted. In Basic Combat Theory, Instructor Captain Vex questioned him about tactical formations, and Marcus's answers were too focused on individual survival rather than group strategy.

By the end of the day, Marcus felt thoroughly defeated. As students filed out of their final class, he noticed crystalline displays had appeared throughout the academy corridors, showing names and numbers in glowing script.

"The Performance Tracking System," Elena explained, appearing beside him as he stared at one of the displays. "It shows our academic standing across all subjects."

Marcus found his name near the bottom of the list. Out of two hundred first-year students, he ranked 184th. Even some of the other Defenders were performing better than him.

"Don't let it discourage you," Tom said, joining them with Sarah close behind. "It's only the first day."

"Look at Isabella," Sarah murmured, pointing toward the top of the list. Isabella Rodriguez held the third position overall, behind only Arthur Blackthorne in first place and another Ruler named Victoria Ashford in second.

Marcus felt a familiar knot of inadequacy tighten in his stomach. How could someone like Isabella, brilliant and destined for greatness, ever see anything worthwhile in someone like him?

"I need to study," he said quietly. "I need to catch up somehow."

"The library stays open until midnight," Elena suggested. "We could go together."

The Valorheart Academy library was a marvel of magical architecture, with floating shelves that rearranged themselves based on need and books that glowed softly when they contained relevant information. But as Marcus attempted to access more advanced texts, he discovered a frustrating barrier.

"Access Denied," appeared in glowing letters whenever he tried to touch certain books. "Tier Restriction: Defender Level Insufficient."

"That's not fair," Tom muttered, receiving the same message when he tried to access a treatise on advanced protective magic.

Marcus spent hours reading what materials he could access, but the information was basic, covering concepts he'd already learned at Westbrook. The advanced texts that could truly help him understand the theoretical foundations his professors expected remained tantalizingly out of reach.

The next few days brought more of the same. Marcus struggled in every class while watching Isabella excel effortlessly. She answered Professor Thorne's most complex questions with elegant precision, engaged in sophisticated debates with Professor Merideth about historical causation, and demonstrated combat techniques that left even Captain Vex impressed.

Meanwhile, Marcus's ranking continued to slip. By the end of the week, he had fallen to 191st place.

"I have to do something," he told Tom one evening as they sat in their dormitory room. "I can't keep failing like this."

"The tier restrictions are part of the system," Tom replied sympathetically. "They want us to focus on our designated roles."

"But how can I perform my designated role if I don't understand the fundamentals?" Marcus's frustration boiled over. "They expect us to protect others, but they won't give us the knowledge we need to do it effectively."

The next day, Marcus waited outside the Mage dormitory until Isabella emerged for breakfast. She looked radiant as always, her white hair catching the morning light like spun silver, but there was something different in her demeanor – a subtle distance that hadn't been there before.

"Isabella," he called out, hurrying to catch up with her.

She turned, offering a polite smile that didn't quite reach her luminous green eyes. "Good morning, Marcus. How are your studies progressing?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." He lowered his voice as other students passed by. "The library restrictions – I can't access the books I need to understand what the professors are teaching. I was hoping… maybe you could help me?"

Isabella's expression grew troubled. "Marcus, I… the tier restrictions exist for a reason. Each path of study builds on specific foundations."

"But you've seen me struggle in class," Marcus pressed. "You know I'm not stupid. I just need access to the right materials."

"It's not about intelligence," Isabella said gently. "It's about following the proper academic progression. If I helped you circumvent the restrictions…"

"You'd get in trouble," Marcus finished, his heart sinking.

"It's not just that." Isabella glanced around to ensure they weren't overheard. "Arthur mentioned that some professors are watching for signs of… inappropriate collaboration between tiers. They want to ensure each student develops according to their designated path."

Marcus felt a chill that had nothing to do with the morning air. "Arthur said that?"

"He was trying to be helpful," Isabella said quickly. "He's noticed how the professors have been… critical of your performance. He thought you should know that drawing attention to yourself might make things worse."

The message was clear: Arthur was warning Marcus away from Isabella, using the academy's rules as justification.

"I see," Marcus said quietly.

Isabella's expression softened. "Marcus, I do want to help you. But perhaps there's another way? Study groups within your tier, additional practice sessions with your Defender classmates?"

It was a kind suggestion, but Marcus knew it wouldn't solve his fundamental problem. The Defender-level materials simply didn't contain the advanced theoretical knowledge he needed.

"You're right," he said, forcing a smile. "I should focus on working with my own tier."

Relief flickered across Isabella's face. "I'm glad you understand. We can still talk, of course, but maybe it's better if we're more… discrete about it. I don't want either of us to get in trouble unnecessarily."

As she walked away toward the dining hall, Marcus felt something cold settle in his chest. Arthur's influence was already working, creating distance between them under the guise of protecting them both.

That evening, Marcus sat with Elena, Tom, and Sarah in a quiet corner of the Defender common room, explaining his conversation with Isabella.

"So she won't help," Sarah said bluntly.

"She's scared," Marcus replied. "And maybe she's right to be. But I can't keep failing like this."

Elena, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly looked up from the book she'd been pretending to read. "What if we didn't need her permission?"

"What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"The library restrictions are based on keycards," Elena explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "Each student's card determines their access level. But what if we could get a higher-tier card?"

Marcus stared at her. "You're talking about stealing."

"I'm talking about borrowing," Elena corrected. "Just long enough to access the books you need. Copy some notes, understand the concepts, then return everything as it was."

"It's too risky," Tom protested. "If we get caught…"

"We're already being left behind," Sarah said grimly. "Look at the performance rankings. Every day we fall further behind while the other tiers advance. Maybe it's time to take some risks."

Marcus thought about his mother's sacrifice, his father's final words, the Enforcers who had abandoned Millbrook to protect more valuable targets. The system wasn't designed to help people like him succeed – it was designed to keep them in their place.

"How would we even get a keycard?" he asked.

Elena's dark eyes glinted. "Isabella carries hers in her robe pocket. During shared meals, when she gets up to get seconds or talk to professors… it would only take a moment."

"Absolutely not," Marcus said immediately. "I won't steal from Isabella."

"Then we ask her to lend it to us," Sarah suggested. "Explain what we're planning and why."

"She already said she won't help circumvent the restrictions."

"That was before," Elena said softly. "Before she sees how desperate things are getting. Maybe if we explain it properly…"

Marcus wrestled with himself. Every day brought fresh humiliation, deeper failure, and a growing certainty that he didn't belong at Valorheart Academy. But involving Isabella in theft, even if she agreed, could ruin her future.

"Let me talk to her again," he finally said. "If she absolutely refuses, then we drop this plan. I won't drag her down with me."

The others nodded reluctantly.

The next day, Marcus found Isabella in the academy gardens during the evening break. She was sitting beneath a flowering tree, reading an advanced treatise on elemental harmonics that made his head spin just looking at the cover.

"Isabella," he said, approaching carefully. "Could I speak with you privately?"

She looked up, and for a moment her expression was unguarded, showing the warmth he remembered from their first meeting. Then the careful politeness returned.

"Of course, Marcus. What is it?"

He sat beside her on the stone bench, choosing his words carefully. "My ranking has dropped to 194th. At this rate, I'll fail out of the academy entirely."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Isabella said sincerely. "But surely your professors will provide additional support if you ask for it."

"They've told me to focus on Defender-level materials," Marcus explained. "But those materials don't contain the theoretical foundations I need to understand what they're teaching in our shared classes. It's like they're speaking a different language, and I don't have access to the dictionary."

Isabella frowned. "That does seem… problematic."

"Elena thinks we could borrow a higher-tier keycard," Marcus said quietly. "Just long enough to access the books I need. Copy some notes, learn the basics, then return everything as it was."

Isabella's eyes widened. "Marcus, that's… that would be a serious violation of academy rules."

"I know. But I'm drowning here, Isabella. Every day I fall further behind while watching you excel. I just need a chance to learn what you already know."

For a long moment, Isabella was silent, her green eyes conflicted. "If we were caught…"

"We?"

"I… I can't let you do this alone," Isabella said reluctantly. "If you're determined to take this risk, then at least I can help ensure you don't get caught."

Marcus felt a surge of hope mixed with guilt. "Isabella, I can't ask you to jeopardize your future for me."

"You're not asking," she said firmly. "I'm choosing. But we do this carefully, intelligently, and we only take what you absolutely need. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Marcus said, his heart racing.

That night, the four conspirators met in the Defender common room after most students had gone to bed. Isabella had reluctantly agreed to join them, though her nervousness was obvious.

"The library closes at midnight," Elena whispered, "but the magical locks don't activate until one in the morning. That gives us an hour window."

"What about the patrols?" Tom asked.

"The Guard Corps focuses on the perimeter," Sarah replied. "Internal patrols are lighter, and they follow predictable routes. I've been watching."

Isabella produced her keycard, her hands trembling slightly. "This will access the Mage-level collections. But please, let's be as quick as possible."

They waited until 12:30 AM, then slipped out of their dormitories through back exits that Sarah had scouted. The academy grounds were eerily beautiful in the moonlight, with crystalline fountains casting rainbow patterns across the pathways and night-blooming flowers releasing their ethereal fragrances.

The library loomed before them, its Gothic architecture both magnificent and intimidating in the darkness. Isabella's keycard worked perfectly, and they slipped inside as quietly as ghosts.

"Magical Theory is on the third level," Isabella whispered, leading them toward a spiral staircase that glowed with soft bioluminescence.

The advanced sections of the library were even more impressive than the general collections, with books that literally floated in organized patterns and reading alcoves that adjusted their lighting based on the material being studied. Marcus felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of knowledge surrounding him.

"Here," Isabella said, guiding him to a shelf labeled "Fundamental Magical Principles – Advanced Theory." She pulled down several thick volumes. "These cover everything Professor Thorne expects you to know."

Marcus opened the first book and immediately understood why it was restricted. The concepts were complex, requiring significant background knowledge to grasp, but they finally explained the theoretical frameworks his professors took for granted.

"This is exactly what I needed," he breathed, beginning to take notes as quickly as possible.

Elena, Tom, and Sarah spread out to gather books on their own weak subjects while Isabella kept watch. For nearly forty minutes, they worked in focused silence, copying crucial information and formulas.

Then Isabella froze.

"Did you hear that?" she whispered.

They all stopped writing, straining to listen. At first, there was only the usual library sounds – the soft whisper of pages turning themselves, the gentle hum of preservation spells. Then they heard it: a low, rumbling growl that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"What was that?" Tom asked, his voice barely audible.

The growl came again, closer this time, accompanied by the sound of something large moving between the stacks. Books tumbled from shelves somewhere in the darkness, and a smell like sulfur and decay began to permeate the air.

"We need to leave," Sarah said urgently. "Now."

They began gathering their materials, but the sounds were getting closer. Whatever was in the library with them was moving with purpose, hunting.

"There!" Elena pointed toward a section of the library where the shadows seemed to be moving against the light, coalescing into something solid and malevolent.

The creature that emerged from the darkness was unlike anything Marcus had seen, even in his nightmares of Millbrook. It was roughly humanoid but wrong in every detail – too tall, with limbs that bent at impossible angles and fingers that ended in claws like black razors. Its face was a horror of too many eyes and a mouth that opened far wider than any living thing should be able to manage.

"Library Stalker," Isabella breathed, her face pale with terror.

"Library stalker, that's a weird name." Marcus asked

"I didn't chose it" Isabella responded.

The creature's multiple eyes fixed on them, and it released a shriek that made the air itself seem to crack. Then it lunged forward with inhuman speed.

"Run!" Marcus shouted.

They sprinted toward the stairs, but the creature was faster. It bounded across the library stacks like a grotesque spider, knocking aside floating books and magical displays in its pursuit. Elena stumbled, and one of the creature's claws raked across her shoulder, drawing blood and a cry of pain.

Marcus turned back to help her, drawing the small knife he always carried, but he knew it would be useless against something like this. The creature reared up above them, its claws poised to strike.

Then a brilliant lance of silver fire struck it in the chest, sending it staggering backward.

"Get behind me!" Arthur Blackthorne's voice rang out as he strode into the library, his hands already weaving complex spell patterns. His usually perfect appearance was disheveled, his golden hair wild and his blue eyes blazing with focused intensity.

The Library Stalker recovered quickly, hissing and circling them like a predatory cat. Arthur's next spell was a barrier of crackling energy that formed a protective dome around the group.

"Isabella, I need you to channel power into my barrier," Arthur commanded. "Tom, Sarah, help Elena. Marcus…"

"What can I do?" Marcus asked desperately.

Arthur's eyes found his, and for a moment the noble mask slipped, revealing something like respect. "Keep them safe while we handle this."

The creature"struck the barrier with tremendous force, sending cracks of light across its surface. Arthur gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead as he maintained the spell. Isabella placed her hands on his shoulders, her own magic flowing into his, and the barrier solidified.

"Now!" Arthur shouted, dropping the barrier and launching a devastating attack spell that caught the creature full in the face.

Then the Library Stalker began to laugh.

The sound was like breaking glass mixed with screaming wind. The light chains shattered, and the creature's wounds began healing before their eyes. It had been toying wi