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

Elisa slipped into the water, and once the liquid molecules perceived the familiar aura of her presence, transformed into her true form.

Sparks ignited along her limbs as they merged to become a long tail patterned with beautiful sapphire and turquoise shells that shimmered like the very jewels. The tail ended in a wide fin as blue as as a clear sea, elegant and flourishing like a million silk scarves.

She could feel the water as if it was a component of her soul. The raw power of the element sizzled over her skin, the water creatures, but natural and mystical, stood at her heck and call. Even the water plants whispered her name in both awe and fright.

"No, this is not fast enough." She mumbled to herself after swimming for a few minutes. "Nezera! Nezera!" Her voice echoed through the water, reaching wider audience than was naturally possible.

Chapter 87) The Tempest Palace