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

In an old abandoned cottage tucked within the trees of the woods behind the dormitory for novice mystic, Richard Avery was visibly angry.

The muscles of his jaws hardened and relaxed as teeth grinded over each other. The air around him was hot and humid, often rising up from his head like smoke.

"Eh...Richard, maybe we shouldn't be inside a building made completely of wood right now." Chad suggested.

Kazarian gave him a look of reproach. "What do you mean by that?" He leaned in to whisper. "Do you have a death wish? Why would you say such a thing when he is obviously in a killing mood?"

"Aren't you even concerned that this cottage could go up in flames any second? Fire and wood are close friends, you know."

Kazarian frowned before glancing at Richard. "I don't know...let's just let him fume. Let him get it all out now or it'll be us on the receiving end."

"It's not as I'm scared of him." Chad protested.

Chapter 82) Angry Boys.