Gravity Mage with Level-Up System

From MC's Perspective:

Since my talk with Senior Sister Carolina and Senior Brother Gilbert, they've slowly started to accept the truth, though the weight of it still hangs in the air. For now, the news remains sealed within the walls of the Sub-Taboo Hall, a secret guarded with the utmost care. The outside world has no inkling of what's brewing.

I've been immersing myself in the library, surrounding myself with library books and tomes, but it feels like a waiting game now. I'm stuck at a bottleneck with the Gravity Rule; no matter how hard I push, progress is elusive.

My thoughts keep drifting toward the final day, the moment when I can finally step into the new organization. There's a whisper in the air, a promise of a region where the mana flows more richly, more abundantly than here.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

It's said the mana concentration there is almost overwhelming, thick with potential. I can't help but hope that the gravity mana in that region will ignite something within me, some kind of breakthrough that's just out of reach here.

Maybe, just maybe, I won't have to resort to exploring the special ruin. But these are all just assumptions—speculations I cling to while I bide my time.

And then there's Mike Curtis. Persistent, relentless, still pushing for that duel. He won't take no for an answer. Each time I refuse him, I feel the tension grow between us. But I can't afford to risk it.

If I face him in a duel, he might sense the truth about my strength. If he figures out that I've already reached Level-6 Wizard, there's no telling what he'll do with that information. He could reveal it to others, shattering the delicate balance I've been carefully maintaining.

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Mike wasn't always this determined, but I remember his earlier intentions—to eliminate me, back when he saw me as a threat. He's unpredictable, and I can't rule out the possibility that he might return to his old ways if he learns too much. I don't want that kind of trouble.

So, for now, I've resolved to keep declining his duel request, at least until the last possible moment. Keeping secrets is a heavy burden, but it's one I must carry.

....

Days passed in a blur of anticipation and uncertainty. Finally, a message came through—a summon from the Dean. The moment I had been waiting for. He had already granted me special permission to enter the restricted area, so I wasted no time and headed straight to his tower.

The atmosphere inside the tower was heavy with the scent of ancient magic, the air crackling with untapped power. I made my way to the top, arriving at his office, a space lined with dusty scrolls and relics that seemed to hum with forgotten knowledge. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, I stepped inside.

There, behind a massive, intricately carved desk, sat the Dean. His age was betrayed by the deep lines on his face, but his eyes were sharp, filled with the weight of countless secrets. I greeted him with the utmost respect, and he motioned for me to sit in the chair opposite him.

Once I settled in, he didn't waste time on pleasantries. "Vincent," he began, his voice steady and commanding, "we've secured a safe passage for you to leave this country. After you exit the passage, you'll board an aircraft. It will take you over the magic forest and into the next region. From there, you'll be able to make your way to the Ancient Redwood Country."

His words hung in the air, simple and direct, but I knew better than to believe it would be that easy. A cold shiver ran down my spine as I considered the obstacles ahead.

Crossing into another country without proper identification was a serious risk. My mind raced, remembering the lessons I had learned in the Tribe Nation, where a single misstep—exposing a magic artifact—had given me away. I couldn't afford to repeat that mistake.

"Do you have any doubts?" the Dean asked, his gaze piercing as if he could sense the turmoil in my thoughts.

I hesitated before speaking, choosing my words carefully. "Dean, what about the ID? I don't have anything to prove my identity in foreign territory."

His expression didn't change, and he replied in the same measured tone. "The Mage Union has already sent over a student ID number from the True Elements Society. Show this number, and no one will question you."

He paused for a moment before adding, "The True Elements Society is one of the most powerful forces in the Ancient Redwood Country. Once they know who you're affiliated with, no one will dare to challenge you."

I let out a quiet sigh, one of both relief and lingering unease. With an official ID in hand, I wouldn't have to sneak around like a fugitive, constantly looking over my shoulder. But still, the memory of that artifact in the Tribe Nation haunted me—a harsh reminder of how easily things could go wrong if I wasn't careful.

At least this time, with the backing of the True Elements Society, I could move forward without the same level of fear. Still, the journey ahead was fraught with dangers, and I knew I'd have to stay vigilant. The stakes were too high, and I couldn't afford any more missteps.

...

Meanwhile, Stacie Sharpe had already arrived at her destination. She now moved through the bustling streets of the capital of Sand Rock Country, her every step measured, her senses heightened.

Despite the energy and commotion of the city, she kept herself on high alert, avoiding any unnecessary risks. Venturing too close to the territory of the Yellow River Academy was out of the question. Exposing herself in such a way could be a fatal mistake.

Even just roaming the capital felt like a dangerous gamble. She understood the enormous risk she was taking, but it was a calculated one. Her mission required her to gather as much intel as possible, and the best way to do that was by blending into the flow of the city.