Chapter 12: The Entrance Trials of Dorothrel

A week later, thousands gathered at the gates of Dorothrel Magic Academy, the most prestigious institution across the Six Kingdoms. Sprawling towers shimmered with magical barriers, massive stone guardians watched the front lawn, and banners of ancient houses fluttered in the wind.

Jin Ho stood among them, eyes scanning the crowd. So many different faces, voices, and hopes. Some noble, some common, some indifferent.

"So it begins," he whispered to himself.

Three giant coliseum-like fields awaited the examinees. The tests were to be held over three days: Physical Combat, Magical Capability, and Mental Acuity.

Day One: Physical Trial

Jin Ho held back, deliberately scoring only 70 out of 100. His moves were precise but restrained. He dodged more than attacked, allowing himself to look just above average. A few evaluators exchanged puzzled looks—his agility was flawless, but power seemed... average.

Day Two: Magic Trial

Candidates hurled spells—fireballs, storms, vines, crystals. Jin Ho stepped forward. He conjured a swirling blast of fire, immediately dousing it with a whip of water. The result: a confusing mess of steam and hissing sounds.

The evaluators frowned.

"Contradictory affinities? He'll never reach high levels that way."

"Yeah… unstable core."

Jin Ho simply bowed and returned to the line. A quiet smirk played on his lips.

Day Three: Mental Trial

Riddles, traps, illusions. Jin Ho again scored exactly 70. Just enough to pass, never enough to shine.

The final list of passers was read aloud.

Out of 9,000 applicants, only 312 were admitted.

Jin Ho's name came in the mid-range: "Jin Ho of Noryan Kingdom — Rank: 158."

The perfect cover.

That evening, inside the Academy's grand plaza, students gathered in rows as teachers introduced themselves. Behind them, banners representing different student factions and kingdoms waved: Thros, Syllan, Solaria, Garuun, and more.

And from the VIP terrace, a figure floated down. The crowd gasped.

Lord Jehnic, former alumni of Dorothrel. A Level 9 wielder of Wind and Fire.

Handsome, elegant, and every inch a legend.

"Welcome, young aspirants," he said with a magnetic smile. "May your blades sharpen, your magic awaken, and your minds never slumber. This academy is not just a school. It is where legacies are built."

Cheers erupted.

Only Jin Ho looked up, eyes narrowing.

I remember you, Jehnic.

You bathe in praise, but beneath that cloak of honor is rot. I'll peel it off… one layer at a time.