SKILL DEVOURER: BECOMING OP WITH INFINITE MANA

GOLDEN LOCK

Flint made his way to the dormitory.

He had been given a room at the gate so he wanted to settle in.

[Skill Acquired: Golden Lock]

The small notification made him smile.

Just as he was about to turn into a part of his room, a whistle rang out in the hallway, causing him to stop.

“Just because Instructor Kaelen is blind, doesn't mean we are going to accept you.” Bale appeared with a group of students behind him.

However, Flint couldn't even be concerned. He turned and walked straight down.

Seeing that he was ignored, Bale ran after him.

“You think you can ignore us? Wait till we get into class, I'd make sure you pay when I stand in the first position in Class 1A.”

Flint paused in his steps, “No one cares about you, rich boy, not even your lackeys.” He pocketed his hands, and walked to the door of the room.

Entering inside, Flint collapsed on the bed and brought out a snack from his bag.

“Once I'm done eating, I'd have to do some exercises to get this body working.”

Flint spoke to himself.

In the Heavens Mage Court, each student had a room to themselves.

The next morning came and Flint made his way to Class 1A.

“I'm sure a lot of you have mastered your primary spell, so to decide our class head, we'd have a little match. The strongest person would be the title holder.” The instructor said,

Everyone began to talk.

“Nice, Jolene would definitely win, she's an S class mage after all.”

“Have you seen Bale’s magic spells? Just having a good mana level doesn't work, you know.”

Just then, the door to the class opened.

“It's Master Kaelen. Isn't he the head of the final students? Why is he here?”

The students were surprised.

The instructor quickly bowed, “Good morning Head Instructor Kaelen, please is there a reason for your visit?”

“Instructions Dane. Nothing is wrong. I would be assuming the role of home room instructor of this class for now, you can report to the Headmaster's office.”

Dane was confused but he couldn't refute instructions.

“Thank you Head Instructor.” With that he stepped out of the class.

Kaelen looked through the class, his eyes taking in every one of the students.

“So I'm sure Instructor Dane has told the format for picking the class head. To get this going on quickly, I only want volunteers for the position. If everyone competes, we would waste time.”

Kaelen said.

The class started to murmur.

The first person raised her hands.

“Okay Jolene, please come up.”

With a S-level mage on the stands, some of the people who had wanted to compete, instantly got discouraged.

“Yeah, Bale, you should go. You are basically the next strongest.”

Bale nodded, “Okay, because you guys said so.”

Another lady raised her hands.

“Okay that's six of them,” Kaelen nodded with a smile, “Would anyone else like to volunteer?”

“I would.” 

Everyone turned to the source of the voice.

It was Flint. His attire and clothes made him instantly stand out from the class.

One of the girls laughed, “And why do you think we'd let some as poor-looking as you, head our class.”

The other students also laughed.

“Silence. If he wants to, I see no reason why not.” Kaelen frowned at the behaviour.

Flint smiled, “Yeah I'm going to be the class head. If anyone has a problem with that, they can come meet me for a duel after I win.” 

Kaelen wanted to burst out laughing.

This guy actually got spunk.

However, Flint's words were not taken lightly by the competitors.

Even Jolene stepped forward.

“I'm not letting you take that title so easily.”

Bale sneered, “What can a lowly life like you even do?” 

Flint smiled back, “We'd see about that.”

“Okay, let's stop the bickering. Everyone, move to the second section of the Great Hall.” 

Kaelen said that and vanished right after.

“As expected of the Head Instructor. He has such a powerful spell.” The students were awed.

Flint was walking to the door of the classroom when he was suddenly pulled by the collar.

“Know your place, peasant. You better leave this place if you know what's good for you.” Bale whispered behind his back, before walking past him.

Flint chuckled to himself. “Compared to the villains I faced in my past life, even your head instructor is a weakling.”

But they didn't hear him.

The students gathered at the second section of the great hall, and Flint followed the crowd.

Kaelen stood at the center.

“The format of this fight is going to be a battle royale, the last man or woman standing would take the title of the class head.” Kaelen explained, “Are you all ready?” 

“Yes Sir.” The fighters chorused.

“You may begin.” Saying that, Kaelen vanished from the center.

Flint got into a fighting stance and just as he expected, he was ganged up on.

“Once we take out this peasant, we can have our fight in peace.” Bale said, leading the attack.

But Flint wasn't lenient, neither was he interested in any magic moves created by the weaklings in front of him.

In his past life, he had learnt never to give his enemies the slight opportunity or a chance.

“Fireball.” Flint raised his hand, and a dark glint appeared in his eyes.

Countless balls of fire appeared behind him.

The temperature of the room instantly went up, causing the air to turn dry.

“I can't use magic for long or this body would collapse.” Flint muttered, “I'd end it with one big move.”

Bale’s face paled, but he took another look at Flint.

“It's an illusion. There's no way he could use such high tier magic. He has no mana fluctuations, so don't be afraid.” Bale yelled to his team.

In truth, fear had gripped some of them but when they heard Bale's voice, their motivation was increased 

“Ice Spear.”

“Shadow Bind.”

“Water Whip.”

“Earthly Destruction.”

The ground beneath Flint cracked, but he didn't care.

A pair of long shadow hands crept up to him, wrapping around his body, and they tightened around him.

“Burn.” 

It took one word.

The fireballs behind Flint shot at a high speed, crashing into every single one of his opponents.

Screams filled the ground.

The students rose to their feet.

Kaelen stood up, and snapped his finger, causing the fire on each ball to be extinguished.

If he didn't do that, someone would have died.

“Oh my goodness. I can't believe he took down Bale.”

“What are you saying? He took down all five of them.”

“With just one spell?”

“Head Instructor, I think he cheated.”

Kaelen shook his head, if there was truly cheating he would have known.

It was purely magical strength.

“He didn't cheat.” Kaelen grimly said, causing the rest of the students to keep their mouths closed.

Flint breathed a sigh of relief. His muscles were starting to heat up and his body felt heavy.

Suddenly someone appeared from behind him, “Hope you didn't forget about me?”