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

<p>Sparks ignited around Paladin's right fist, flourishing out to solidify into a crystal chain set that spanned the entire length of his lower body and spiraled on the ground like a coiling snake to end in a point as sharp as a double edged dagger. The other end of the chain whip streaked along his arm to create a sturdy clasp around his elbow. Even in the light from the floating orbs above, it was obvious that a single slap of this weapon could severe a tree in half.</p>

<p>Paladin shrugged. "I must warn you lot. Things tend to get ugly when I wield any weapon of any sort. Good news is that none of you will die tonight. You're simply carrying out your duties as instructed, a quality I admire in young men. As for the bad news, you would be too sore to man your posts for a week or two." The smile on his face brightened, his gaze unflinching even as the guards spread out around him. "Now, who wants to go out first?"</p>

Chapter 89) Invasion of the Fountain Castle II