Percy_Seacrest

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe.

What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years.

Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him.

Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right?

But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence.

Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? 

How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life!

Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.

Celestial Academy of Mystics

Xavier felt the usual cold sensation all over his body the moment he went through the portal. Almost immediately, the noise of excited people chanting and cheering hit his ears.


For a brief moment, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Could it be that this was a dream? The stadium rose up and stretched all around him, almost every section, seat, pool and stand filled with the mystical beings of the strange world he was in. With this much powerful sparks in one place, the energy pulsing in the air was more than he could describe. It was like walking into a whole new universe filled with strange charm and chorus.


Who would've thought that the portal would deliver him right on the vast podium at the centre of the stadium? It wasn't a normal podium as it rose hundred of feet from the actual ground, and was fitted with crafted pillars and balustrades along the perimeter. 


Chapter 42) Possible Friend or Foe?