MrKonic

Trapped in a hospital bed his entire life, Li Mingzhe's only escape was through the novels he read. But fate had other plans when a mysterious book appeared on his bedside table. Before he could even read its title, the book dragged him into its pages—straight into the body of Ambrose Rothschild, the sole heir to the illustrious Rothschild family.

At first glance, his new life seems perfect: loving parents, devoted servants, and no siblings fighting for inheritance. But is this truly the peaceful second chance he yearned for? Far from it! Not only is Ambrose's body plagued with the same weakness that haunted Li Mingzhe's original life, but he's also flying blind—having never read the book he's trapped in, he lacks the story knowledge other transmigrators typically rely on!

His only ray of hope? A mysterious system that promises to enhance his abilities. But what cruel twist of fate is this? The system declares his frail body can only handle improvements to his intelligence stat! And as if that weren't enough, Ambrose has been enrolled in Crono, the most prestigious magic academy where heroes and prodigies gather like moths to a flame.

Now, surrounded by talented peers and trapped in the web of noble politics, can Li Mingzhe leverage his one advantage—his brilliant mind—to survive? With countless eyes watching his every move as the Rothschild heir, will he crumble under the crushing weight of expectations? Or will he prove that in a world of overwhelming magical might, intelligence can be the most formidable weapon of all?

Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats

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The Academy Arena

The grand Crono Academy arena sprawled like a colosseum of old, its white marble columns and enchanted reinforced walls rising majestically against the afternoon sky. Students flooded through the numerous arched entrances, their excited chatter creating a symphony of anticipation that echoed across the massive stone structure. The tiered seating areas filled rapidly as spectators jostled for the best views, colorful academy uniforms dotting the stands like wildflowers in a meadow.

Even seniors from the upper years had abandoned their usual aloofness to witness today's proceedings, their presence lending an air of unusual significance to the event. The arena floor, typically pristine white sand enchanted to absorb impacts and blood alike, gleamed under the afternoon sun as if freshly raked for the occasion.

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