The Magic Tower was one of the landmark buildings of the Papal State. Its sharp spire pierced the sky, and the entire blue-gray tower body was built with precious Mana-Suppressing Stones. Hanging from the eaves was the phoenix emblem that symbolized the Akshia family.
It was said that this ancient tower, towering into the clouds, had stood for thousands of years, enduring dozens of popes without falling, symbolizing the unremitting pursuit of magic by all mages on the Sera Continent.
However, today this legendary tower was faced with a young man who didn’t look very smart.
“Whoa! That’s so awesome! This is incredible!”
“Young Master Lorin, if you really can’t think of anything to praise, you don’t have to say anything.”
Along the way, listening to Luo Lin’s utterly insubstantial compliments and questions, the leading Martha couldn’t help but cover her forehead with a face full of dark lines.
But faced with the holy land of all mages on the entire continent, Luo Lin couldn’t help getting excited. Except when he was in his Silver Dragon Girl transformation, he still hadn’t used any magic that belonged to him yet!
The wind surging in his palm, the blazing flames, the flowing water—just thinking about it made his heart race.
“Sister Martha, are there really, really powerful spells in here?”
“And hey, can we go in without some cool token?”
Luo Lin chattered away like a peacock displaying its feathers.
Finally, Martha breathed a sigh of relief as she led him through the ancient tower door, then said, “Yes, yes, there are spells from the lowest one-star up to the highest five-star.
Ninety percent of all magic on the Sera Continent is collected here. And after the fall of the Kairier Empire, the number of spells stored in our Papal State’s Magic Tower is the largest on the entire continent—even the Tower of Heaven at Sera Academy can’t compare.”
“Oh, that impressive!” Luo Lin exclaimed. After all, the quantity of magic was the very foundation of a nation’s strength. Possessing such a terrifying number of spells indirectly showed the Papal State’s formidable power.
“Alright, Young Master Lorin, let me explain how to choose a magic spell that suits you!” As soon as they stepped into the Elliptical Hall illuminated by fluorescent stones, Martha began giving him a lesson.
“Okay, Teacher Martha.” Luo Lin put on the appearance of a good student and listened attentively. In the light novels he’d read, the counterattack of the so-called useless villain always started from the most ordinary, inconspicuous one-star spell. So from the very beginning, he never expected any high-level magic to take a liking to him.
Rather than indulging in pointless fantasies, it was better to listen carefully to the teachings of an experienced senior.
“First of all, you must choose your magic based on your own Magic Affinity Grade. Otherwise, even if you pick a high-level spell, you won’t be able to use it, and you might even suffer serious backlash.”
“Mm-hmm, I’ve read that in books. And you also have to pay attention to the compatibility between the magic and yourself, right?” the model student Luo Lin answered eagerly.
“Yes, that’s right. A one-star spell that suits you may not be inferior to other high-level spells.”
Martha nodded in approval. To be honest, she was worried that Luo Lin would be like those arrogant noble young masters who visited the Magic Tower for the first time and assumed they would definitely win the favor of a five-star spell.
Not to mention that most stored five-star spells themselves possessed extremely high intelligence.
If you didn’t earn their recognition, even a genius would be useless, let alone the harsh Magic Affinity Grade requirements for using a five-star spell—that was a magic only one in ten thousand geniuses could possibly use.
“Then Sister Martha, what is Innate Magic?” Luo Lin raised his hand again to ask.
“Oh, Innate Magic is a spell that only one in a million geniuses among geniuses has. It’s carved into their bloodline from the moment they awaken their mana, and it can grow continuously as their strength increases.
To know even this, it seems you really haven’t slacked off, Young Master Lorin.” Martha was a little surprised by his question.
“Ahaha.” Luo Lin laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. Inwardly, he cursed that trashy bat countless times. ‘Hah, every vampire race member has one, huh. If I weren’t firm in my resolve, I might have broken down that night. Damn trashy bat.’
“Alright, Young Master Lorin. I wish you luck in obtaining the magic of your heart!” Martha smiled and handed Luo Lin the token with the phoenix emblem.
“Here, with this token you can enter the top floor of the Magic Tower! I haven’t gotten permission from His Holiness the Pope, so I won’t go up!”
Luo Lin looked back at the endless rows of bookshelves and the vast sea of spellbooks, then asked in confusion, “Sister Martha, aren’t we looking for magic here? And there aren’t even any stairs—how am I supposed to go up?” He was completely baffled.
Martha just smiled and made an upward gesture at him. “Silly, did you think there was no guard here for nothing? Since Her Majesty Ailin ascended the throne, the first floor of the Magic Tower has been free and open to every citizen of the Papal State!”
“Where you’re about to go is the Magic Vault, a holy land that only members of the Aksia Royal Family can enter, filled with countless powerful spells!” Martha explained to the utterly bewildered Luo Lin, a hint of envy in her tone. The top floor of the Magic Tower was said to be incredibly miraculous—it could strike directly at a person’s heart, see their truest inner self, and bring the most suitable magic to them.
Such a holy land had always been accessible only to core members of the Akshia family. Opening it to this kid meant that Her Majesty Ailin truly considered Luo Lin one of her own.
“But don’t worry, Young Master Lorin. Even if all the high-level spells reject you up there, it’s fine. I’ll pick a few household magic spells for you on the first floor so you can serve Her Highness the Princess well in the future!” Martha teased as she channeled mana into the token. After all, she knew that Luo Lin’s magical talent had been artificially stimulated. Even if he entered the top floor, he might come away empty-handed, so she gave him a precautionary warning in advance.
As the cyan mana slowly poured into the phoenix emblem on the token, it seemed to come to life. The feathers around its body were gradually ignited, and its crimson wings began to vibrate.
“Hehe, Young Master Lorin, don’t be scared later! I’ll record it with a memory stone and show it to Her Highness Alice!”
“What do you mean—whoa, aaaah!” Before Luo Lin could react, the phoenix emblem, fully awakened from the token, yanked him upward like a free-fall ride. The rapid upward inertia made him feel as if his soul was about to leave his body.
Even though Luo Lin had been in this magical world for nearly a month, when he woke up, the sight before his eyes instantly filled him with deep shock. All around him was an endless, vast starry sky.
Luo Lin was sitting on a soft magic flying carpet, drifting through brilliant Rivers of Light. He looked at the countless stars in the sky—each shining star represented a powerful five-star spell, blooming with dazzling radiance in the pitch-black starry expanse.