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

"Is he going to be alright?" Xavier asked. "Does he need to go to the Healing halls?"

Declan placed a palm over Min Ho's face. "He isn't running a fever. The bones repaired themselves ok. The bruises over his stomach will heal up in a day or two."

Xavier stared at the injured boy. His breath was even, his chest barely moving as he slept. He looked so peaceful that it appeared as if the event of a few minutes ago never happened.

"Thank you...for...thank you, Declan." His head was bowed from both embarrassment and relief.

There was no sort of reply or acknowledgement to his gratitude, though.

He risked a glance at Declan to find him glaring, those bright green eyes clouded by golden rings of barely suppressed fury.

"I was simply being grateful for what you—"

Xavier was taken aback. Though Declan looked capable of punching a tree to splinters from the rage in his veins, his voice was surprisingly calm.

Chapter 76) Invisible Chains.