Lucky Riot And The Mystic Dragon

Magi Class 57, Classroom

"I wonder what's taking the assessment so long?" said Violet Mercy worriedly.

"Worried about your little hubby?" sneered Bruce Presley, causing Violet to blush and glare at him while looking wronged. Bruce instantly felt like a villain, "Hey, hey, I'm sure he's fine right?"

"I am not worried about Lucky!" pouted Violet. Bruce felt a slightly chilly breeze as she reached down toward the wand on her waist.

"Woah, Woah, wait a minute now! I get it, okay! NO need for violence, Violet. Who is Lucky?" reminded Bruce Presley as if he was doing Violet a favor. Violet stiffened and looked at her boyfriend, nervously. Bruce moved away slowly but noticed something was off, "Sniff… Sniff… hey, what's cook...AH!"

Bruce jumped up and ran around like an idiot with fire on his b.u.t.t. He rolled around on the ground repeatedly, until someone cast a [Water Ball] spell at him. The water ball didn't extinguish the fire, so that student started chanting again.

"[Killer Wave]"

A magic circle formed above Bruce's body, and then a waterfall completely drenched him.

"Do not forget who else you disrespect when you harass my people," Jim Mercury wore his blacklight armor as he slowly stepped past the fatty Bruce, approaching Violet Mercy.

Violet frowned after he referred to her as merely 'his people.' It used to be 'my love' or 'the sweetest angel.' Ever since Lucky showed up, she had noticed a shift in her once sweet boyfriend. He was meaner and more aggressive. He didn't dote on her at all today. He was almost a completely different man. Once Jim stopped, he stood in front of Violet, towering over her. Violet refused to meet those eyes that weren't looking at her like she was his sky anymore. Jim was discontent as he sneered, "You truly worry about this, brat?"

"I worry only for my sister, Jimmy! It's been so long already!" shouted Violet Mercy in indignation, finally looking at Jim. Tears were beginning to swim in her eyes. "I worry that the love of my life is looking at me as if it wasn't him who stole my heart from another. Why are you treating me like this?"

"Hmph." Jim Mercury didn't buy it for a second. In his mind, this bitch hadn't looked him in his eyes, or called him daddy, or let him take any advantage since the moment she laid eyes on that twerp. Jim thought he had a firm hold on the heart of this girl, but he saw her waver as soon as her fiancé showed up. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to rely so heavily on the intel that Kasino's talent would never make it here to the Advanced Academy. Now that Kasino had made it, all Jim's careful planning had gone to shit! Jim wore a disdainful face as he swore in his mind, "Looks like I'll have to kill that brat next time he leaves the campus."

Jim Mercury pulled out his magic mirror, and he contacted someone in private.

"Look, the enchantment is disabling!" said Craig Crack to his friends. He and the rest of the class quickly gathered around as Magus Hemingway and the eight new students were revealed from behind the previous opaque barrier enchantment. Jim Mercury hurried to hide his magic mirror and join the crowd.

"Welcome to magic!" all of the students happily cheered together, startling the eight new students who looked as if they had just been through an ordeal into smiling and relaxing their tense nerves. All of which, except the last seat in the class Kenneth Royale who looked especially gloomy.

After all, Kenneth Royale was one of the students that didn't have a chance to display his talent before Lucky's ability had broken the Mysticism Revealed Pot!

Somebody was not only making a move on the girl he liked but even twice had stolen his spotlight. This was something Kenneth found downright unacceptable. Even worse, he had sworn an oath to not share any of what he had just seen. There was nothing he could do about this unless he acted alone.

Brazen!

Detestable!

This school was destined to be his grand stage! Now some upstart wanted to come to steal the lead role?

Kenneth wouldn't stand for it.

"Okay, class. Now it's time for a break! Once we're all back together, let us begin with the review of rank 1 magic!"

"Yes, honored magus!"

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"My god! So long!" Capp was stretching his body, as he walked next to Lucky towards the dorms, complaining about school. However, Lucky could tell that his best friend was in an excellent mood, "It's got to be a crime to keep us in school from six in the morning until six at night. First, we work out all morning and then its high-intensity study of magic. You got the memorizing, experimenting, and blah blah blah. I mean, sheesh! But does it end there? Or no. To top it off, immediately after all that, we have to work out again! What dogbutt advanced placement? This is just like a boot camp!"

"It wasn't so bad, right? It's better than those regular degular classes we've been in until now," replied Lucky Riot indifferently, "Yeah, big fun. So much to do. I learned so much today. I even qualified to register a wand."

"Yeah, that's pretty cool," Capital's eyes sparkled. Being a prefect was difficult, but didn't it mean they would be amazing soon? "I learned about wands today too. I never knew that Magi condensed mana into the wand while cultivating. This not only nurtures the wand, but it also works as a storage space for mana!"

"What happened during your test, Capp?" asked Lucky casually, but he noticed that Capital stiffened.

"Uh… it sure is a nice day in the neighborhood, a wonderful day in the neighborhood," Capital shamelessly changed the subject in a more than distinct manner. Lucky frowned, and then looked amused.

"It seems like you guys had to take an oath too? Who triggered it, you?" asked Lucky sagely.

Capital's eyes flashed as he considered his words, "Well no. There's a freak in my class. However, who would've imagined that I would turn out to also be a big freak, ahh."

"Oh yeah?" Lucky seemed enlightened. Apparently, Capp's oath varied a bit from the one Lucky himself had taken. Lucky's pledge wouldn't prevent him from discussing his own results, only the results of the others. Lucky pondered on his wordplay and then asked a question, "If you had to say who was the new student in the class who caught your eyes the most, who would it be?"

"Samantha Heru!" Capp didn't hesitate at all once he saw an opening, "The chick's a freak, she's even scarier than you."

"Heru?" Lucky was caught by surprise, "She's from the Divine Sun Family? Who would dare to name their daughter after the family legend?"

"Who indeed," said Capp sagely, "Is there even a need to wonder? Once you've laid eyes on her, you'll quickly understand."

Capital and Lucky continued to chat about girls, magic, class, and mischief. Before long, they were standing in their courtyard, where a tall and brawny young man was meditating with a deep grimace on his face. There were traces of baleful qi in the atmosphere, making Capital cautious and Lucky marvel.

"Hey Bravo, is that the Great Perfection Stage of the Baleful Fang?" asked Lucky Riot while crouching directly next to the mediating Bravo Frenzy. He knew that Bravo practiced the combat art called Berserker King Heaven Art, which he had received from Amenophis. This art had seven styles, and the first was called the Baleful Fang! This was why Lucky was able to identify it at a glance. He instinctively activated his Eye of Horus and studied the flow of Bravo's qi carefully.

"Indeed," harrumphed Bravo, oblivious to Lucky's spying as he exhaled a baleful air. He opened his eyes and was not at all shocked to see these two here. After all, they shared a courtyard, "Come to brag about your test results to this young lord?"

"Something like that," Capital walked over and sat down in front of Bravo, handing him a bottle of origin pop that he had brought over. This alternative to soda was carbonated by origin forces and flavored by spirit fruits. Bravo took it graciously and immediately downed half of the 20-ounce bottle.

Energy!

Flavor!

Bravo suddenly burped, and it felt great, "Ahh, nothing like a refreshing bottle of origin pop after a cultivation session. Hey, Capp, I'm… well. I'm sorry, man."