2026-04-24 15:16:05“Earth Fist.”
Rocks gathered Flint's hands as he turned around.
His reflexes came through just in time, and a heavy force slammed into him.
He was pushed back, even though he had blocked the move.
Raising his head, Flint realised she had not used any magic spell. It was Jolene.
“How is this guy able to use two elements? He used Fire at first, now earth?”
Someone whispered.
“Any mage can use more than one element as long as they have the affinity for it.”
“But that guy has no mana fluctuations.” Someone frowned.
“Maybe he's hiding it.”
Flint ignored the whispers, his breath coming out harshly.
“You didn't use any spell?” He gave a half smile at Jolene.
Had she wrapped her fist in pure mana just to hit him?
“I don't need a spell to win you.” Jolene narrowed a gaze.
She didn't have a good expression of Flint. He was acting arrogant and she didn't like it.
“I'm still standing, Peasant. Don't think hiding your mana powers would make you win. That's just a low move. But I expected it from someone of your filthy blood.” Bale said from the other corner with a smile, cleaning the blood on his lips.
Flint narrowed his gaze. He had thought his move was clean enough to bring Bale down.
“You won't be standing for long.” Flint smiled back.
He had to now face a level S-Mage, and an A-level mage.
Hearing the taunt, Bale sneered.
And he moved again, but Flint was faster.
With infinite mana, casting time was basically non-existent for Flint.
The match was already decided.
“Fire ball.” Flint said, and he ran forward, heading for Jolene with the Earth Fist around his arms.
Casting two magic spells at the same time was already magnificent.
But Flint was controlling each of his spells spectacularly.
The Fireballs were heading straight to Bale, who was doing his best to dodge them.
Meanwhile Flint fought Jolene hand to hand.
The immense amount of fireballs drove Bale to a corner.
Unknown to Bale, the corner was where Flint and Jolene were throwing blows.
Flint quickly twisted his body, and escaped from Jolene's onslaught.
Bale was about to destroy another fire ball when he felt his legs lock in one place.
Kaelen shot up at the second he recognised the use of his Golden lock spell.
There was denying it.
Bale was unaware of what went wrong, and before he could think.
A rock hard fist headed straight for his head.
“Say your prayers, rich boy.” Flint's voice appeared in Bale's head like a deadly curse.
The impact was bone crunching, and Bale crashed backwards, his body creating a hole through one of the pillars.
He was unconscious.
Flint turned around, and gave a slight smirk.
“I surrender.”
He said, and the rocks dropped down from his fists.
But it was too late, Jolene had gone in for the punch, and her fist connected with his stomach.
Flint was pushed back, and he kneeled over, blood seeping from his mouth.
He raised his gaze upwards, ignoring Jolene.
“Head Instructor Kaelen. I surrender.”
Kaelen had been distracted, but then he suddenly focused on the match.
Reappearing at the center of the stage, he raised his hands.
“Jolene wins and she's now the class head. She would be assisted by Flint.”
The class was silent.
Their reaction was inevitable as they had just witnessed the impossible.
Although Flint had put up a very good fight, the class hated him even more.
They all felt deceived, after knowing he was stronger than most of them.
It was only in their prideful nature as nobles of the highest order. They didn't want to give such a peasant the benefit of a doubt.
Flint couldn't care less about the aftermath.
He clutched his stomach and limped forward.
“This body is a weakness.” He spat out blood, and was about to leave the stage when someone stopped him.
The person had light blue coloured hair, and had beautifully crafted silver wear.
“You'd need this.” He said, placing a small glass bottle in Flint's hand.
Flint slightly nodded. He had over exerted his body, and every part ached him.
“System, what's in this bottle?”
Flint said as soon as he reached his room.
[Identification: Healing Potion Level 3]
Seeing the notification, Flint drank the full bottle.
A refreshing feeling filled his entire body, and the heat he was feeling seemed to evaporate.
“I don't think I have seen that guy before.” Flint thought back to the person who had given him the potion.
Then a chuckle escaped his lips.
“There's no way I can save this world with such a weak body.”
He got down on the floor, and began to do some work outs.
Fifty pushups.
His muscles felt like they wanted to tear, but Flint was far more mentally developed because of his experience in his previous life.
Fifty Situps. Fifty Squats.
After double repetition of these exercises, Flint laid on his bed breathless.
Then a screen flashed in front of him.
[Information Unlocked: 1900 DAYS TILL WORLD DESTRUCTION.]
Flint sat up instantly.
“1900 days?” He said, falling into a deep thought.
He dug his finger into his hair, “Can I be strong enough to stop the world's destruction in 1900 days?”
It sounded impossible.
The destruction was going a lot faster than his previous worlds.
“There's also no way for me to know what's coming.” Flint groaned.
The sense of weakness surrounded him and then he realised something.
“I have to do something different. Through my hundred lives, I have battles alone. This time, I can't do it alone.” He thought o
ut loud.
“There’s so much in this world. I should be able to find powerful allies.”
Flint thought to himself but the overwhelming sense of dread didn't leave him.
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FULLY SELF SUSTAINING.
Jolene returned for good on the hundred and seventy-first day.Not for five days this time, not for a report and a departure. She arrived at the upper platform with her full pack, the specific quality of someone who had made a decision rather than a visit, and Flint met her there before she had fully crossed the stone."The maritime network is stable." She said, without preamble, the way she delivered everything. "Fully reconstructed. Twelve governance councils running their own audits with my framework, and now training their own people to extend it rather than needing me to run it for them." She set her pack down. "I am not needed there anymore. Not in the daily sense.""So you came back." Flint said."I came back because the thing that needs documenting now is here." She said. "The network with no boundary. The Collective's observation post. What the module is becoming as it spreads.
FIRST TIME IN WEEKS
The fifth external settlement's practitioners arrived that afternoon, and Flint spent most of it in the practitioner hall alongside Dylan, watching the framework do what it had now done four times before — meet people where their training had left a gap and let the gap fill itself in with a question rather than an answer.It was routine now, in the way that significant things became routine when they were repeated enough times to lose their edge of novelty without losing their weight.He was tired in a way that had nothing to do with the day's work.He recognized it that evening, sitting alone at the eastern window after the fifth settlement's group had settled into the guest quarters and Dylan had gone to review the day's session notes and Terra had gone to read the substrate one more time before dark.It was not fatigue in the channel. The channel ran clean, the same as it had f
MISSING SOMEONE AND FUNCTIONING
Dylan found him there an hour later, still at the window, and read the quality of his stillness the way he read most things now — precisely, without needing it explained in full."Caravan." He said."Yes." Flint said.He told him. All of it. The other final regressions. The entity's long attendance. The specific quality of this one — the one that would hold.Dylan was quiet for a long time after."Every other final regression the practitioner has ever faced." He said slowly. "They went home, and it went back to needing to start over.""That is what Caravan understood, yes." Flint said.Dylan looked at the field through the window."That means all of this—" He gestured, not just at the field but at everything beyond it, the vein, the module, the network with no boundary but time. "This has never happened before. In any of the ninety-nine, or however many other worlds the entity has watched across however long it has existed.""I don't think so." Flint said. "Not the way it's happened h
THE GEOLOGICAL NETWORK
Caravan's next communication came on the hundred and sixty-third day, and it was longer than any he had sent since leaving.Flint listened to it standing at the eastern window with the morning connection already run and the field quiet below him, the thing at the far edge unmoving in the specific stillness it held most mornings now, less a presence requiring attention than a fixture of the landscape the way a mountain was a fixture."I have been at the Ascent for two months." Caravan said. His voice carried something different than it had in the six-sentence and two-sentence transmissions before. Fuller. The specific quality of someone who had been changed by what he encountered and had needed the time to find words for it. "I told you the Ascent is the entity. I did not tell you the rest because I did not understand the rest until three weeks ago."Flint waited."The entity has been attending final regressions for longer than I can express to you in a duration you would recognize as
ONLY BAD WORK FEARS BEING WATCHED.
The Collective's review took nine days.Reyes and her two colleagues spent the first three with Terra, going through five months of substrate documentation with the specific thoroughness of people whose professional reputation depended on getting the assessment right. Terra answered every question without defensiveness, showing her raw data alongside her interpretations, making clear which was which.The next three days were spent with the twelve, individually and in small groups, and then with representatives from the southwest settlements who happened to still be at the academy finishing their framework adoption.The final three days Reyes spent, unannounced, simply present. Sitting at the field's edge for hours at a time. Attending a session six run for the fourth external settlement's arriving practitioners. Standing in the practitioner hall listening to Dylan teach.On the ninth ev
THE COLLECTIVE'S ACQUISITION
The Collective's formal inquiry arrived on the hundred and fifty-first day.Not a communication. A delegation. Three senior representatives from the Collective's independent oversight channel — the same body that had been documenting the governance review, the maritime network reconstruction, the army recovery — arrived at the academy's ground gate with the specific formality of an institution that had decided a conversation needed to happen in person rather than through relay.Dylan met them first, because Dylan had become, without anyone officially assigning it, the person the academy's various threads ran through.He brought them to the practitioner hall, where Flint was reviewing the fourth settlement's framework request with two of the twelve.The lead representative was a woman perhaps sixty years old, grey at the temples, the specific composure of someone who had spent decades adju
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