Gravity Mage with Level-Up System

From MC’s Perspective:

Our conversation stretched long into the evening. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Sub-Taboo Hall in a dim, golden light, I exchanged parting words with Sister Carolina and Senior Brother Gilbert.

Their eyes, though calm, held a quiet understanding—none of us needed to speak the truth lingering between us. With a slight nod, I turned and made my way out of the hall, the ancient stone walls seeming to whisper secrets as I left.

Walking back toward my dorm room, my thoughts whirled. The weight of the impending departure pressed on my mind. If my hunch was correct, the dean would summon me by morning. There was no avoiding it—my path was set. Yet, no one in the academy had any idea of what was to come.

Not a single student or professor could guess that by this time tomorrow, one of their own—the so-called ‘famous wizard student’—would be gone, setting off on a new, uncertain journey. If that secret were to slip, the entire academy would be thrown into a frenzy. But for now, the night passed in quiet oblivion.

The following morning dawned softly, the light spilling through my window as I rose to complete my usual routine. An hour passed before I felt fully ready, mentally and physically, for what was to come. And then, as expected, the call came—a summons from the Dean. I stood in the stillness of my room for a moment, letting the reality settle. It was time.

I checked my room one last time before departing, though there was little need—everything of value was already secured inside the Gregor Mansion. There was nothing left here that tied me down. With a final glance, I left the dorm building and made my way to the Dean’s Tower.

Upon arriving, I noticed Elder Galvin standing near the entrance, his posture straight and his expression unreadable. Inside, the Dean sat behind his grand desk, his presence as commanding as ever. He looked up as I entered, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Vincent, you’ve come,” he said warmly, the words hanging in the air like an invitation.

“Have you bid farewell to your seniors?” he asked, his gaze steady.

I nodded, managing a small smile in return. “Yeah, I spoke to them. They’ll be alright.” The words were simple, but I knew we both understood the gravity behind them.

The Dean glanced toward Galvin before turning back to me. “Galvin is here to help you leave through the secret passage. I’m also providing you with a map and a special aircraft—it’s equipped with an autopilot system, so you won’t need to worry about navigating it manually.”

I nodded again. “Understood,” I replied, keeping my voice steady even as anticipation thrummed beneath my skin.

For a moment, silence filled the room, the air thick with the weight of unspoken things. Then, as if hearing something I couldn’t, the Dean’s expression shifted. He rose from his seat, the look in his eyes softening slightly.

“The Elder wishes to see you before you depart,” he said quietly.

Before I could respond, the Dean was beside me in an instant, his hand resting firmly on my shoulder. And then, just like that, the world around me blurred, disappearing in a rush of magic. Galvin remained behind, his knowing gaze following us as we vanished.

…

In the blink of an eye, I found myself standing in front of the Inheritance Palace. The ancient structure loomed before me, its weathered stones exuding an aura of history and power. My eyes immediately fell on the crippled old man, reclining as always in his chair.

His frail body seemed barely tethered to life, yet there was an unmistakable strength about him—an indomitable presence that filled the space around him.

As we arrived, his eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, they gleamed with an unreadable depth. His gaze settled on me, piercing through any pretense.

“Are you leaving?” he asked, his voice raspy yet calm, as if he already knew the answer.

“Yes,” I replied quietly, my tone respectful. The Dean stood beside him, but I sensed the moment was between the two of us. The air felt heavy, like something was about to shift.

The old man seemed to contemplate something before reaching into the folds of his robe. My eyes followed the motion, and in the next instant, he produced a scroll. At that precise moment, a pulse of raw power radiated from it—a wave of energy so intense it made the air thrum with tension. A sudden sense of danger gripped me, my heart skipping a beat as my gaze locked onto the object in his hand.

The Dean’s expression mirrored my own shock. His face paled, and I could see the realization dawning in his eyes. Whatever was contained within that scroll, it was far beyond anything I could have anticipated. The Dean, usually calm and composed, looked shaken.

“This?” he stammered, his voice filled with disbelief. Even he, a Supreme Wizard, seemed overwhelmed by the sheer force emanating from the scroll. The idea that it held enough power to kill someone of his caliber had clearly rattled him.

The scroll itself was pristine—pure white, glowing faintly, yet its surface concealed an overwhelming force. It was as though the spell sealed within it was waiting, coiled like a serpent, ready to strike. The crippled old man regarded it with a calm indifference, as though it were no more significant than a trinket.

“Take this magic scroll,” he said, his voice steady, “I’ve stored one of my spell attacks inside it. It can easily kill an average Magic Lord.”

A sharp intake of breath echoed from the Dean’s lips as he sucked in a cold breath of air, astonished by the gift. His reaction only mirrored what I felt deep inside—an overwhelming sense of disbelief. My heart raced, confusion and shock written plainly across my face.

The idea of wielding something with the power to kill a Magic Lord—a level of strength so far beyond my own—felt incomprehensible. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react, but seeing the old man’s expectant gaze, I stepped forward. Slowly, reverently, I accepted the scroll, carefully tucking it into my storage bracelet.

The weight of responsibility seemed to grow heavier with it in my possession.

The old man’s lips curled into a faint smile, a rare expression that hinted at both his knowledge of the world and his understanding of the road ahead. “In the Super Large Nations,” he continued, “the existence of Magic Lords is no secret. You will cross paths with them, eventually.”

His words were calm, but they carried an undeniable truth. It wasn’t a question of if, but when. “If someone takes action against you, you can use it,” he added, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for doubt.

I was deeply moved by his gesture. Despite the fact that I had no strong attachments to this academy, or to the Sub-Taboo Hall, I had made a commitment to support them. Yet, with this gift—a trump card so powerful—it felt as though the ties between us had grown stronger, the weight of my future responsibilities suddenly becoming more real.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, bowing slightly. The words seemed inadequate in the face of such a monumental gift, but they were all I had. “I’ll honor my commitment to the academy and the Sub-Taboo Hall. I’ll support them, in the future.”

The old man’s smile lingered for a moment longer before his eyes closed once more, retreating back into whatever world he occupied in his reclined state. As I stood there, the reality of my journey seemed to crystallize around me. The path ahead was uncertain, but I wasn’t walking it alone anymore. I had power, responsibility, and a promise to uphold.

The dean, however, perceived a different narrative. His keen mind grasped the implications of this gift instantly. He believed that Vincent wouldn’t soon forget the debt he owed for such a valuable item. After all, the magic scroll was a tantalizing prize, even for a Supreme Wizard of his caliber.

The dean concluded that Vincent must have realized the scroll’s significance. By acquiring such a potent artifact before reaching the Peak level, Vincent had essentially secured a powerful trump card for future endeavors. This early advantage could potentially propel him to unprecedented heights. Stay tuned with empire

As we prepared to depart the Sub-Taboo Hall Sub-Space, we discussed the specifics of our safe passage. A few final instructions were exchanged, ensuring our journey would be uneventful.

Moments later, I found myself back within the familiar confines of the dean’s tower. Elder Galvin, patient and ever-watchful, was still waiting there. His expectant gaze suggested that he had been anticipating our return.

“Galvin, what’s the situation at the exit?” the Dean inquired, his voice filled with urgency.

“Dean, the passage is currently unobstructed. There are no signs of anyone monitoring the area. It’s an ideal time for Vincent to make his departure,” Galvin reported, his tone suggesting a sense of relief.