The Golem Mage

Alec Gordon opened his eyes to find himself suspended in mid-air, completely upside down, He couldn’t believe it the laws of gravity seemed to be defying him in this peculiar place.

Amidst the darkness, Alec anxiously waited, hoping for some sign of escape, Suddenly, a door of light materialized before him, rapidly approaching.

Although his natural instinct was to flee from the light, he soon noticed something peculiar, Not only was the door drawing closer, but his own body felt an inexplicable pull towards it as well.

Realizing the futility of resisting, Alec decided to relinquish control and submit to the mysterious force, Slowly, he allowed his body to be enveloped by the luminous gateway, embracing the unknown that awaited beyond.

The resounding cheers of the crowd served as a wake-up call for Alec, instantly reminding him of his location, He found himself standing outside the temple, precisely at the entrance of the renowned Fighting Pavilion Tower.

As he surveyed his surroundings, Alec realized that the radiant light he had spotted earlier was likely connected to the tower’s main entrance.

His eyes quickly focused on Beatrice, who appeared to be surrounded by a group of elderly individuals, However, he couldn’t comprehend why she seemed both annoyed and disturbed by their presence.

It dawned on Alec that the reason behind Beatrice’s current predicament was her remarkable achievement of reaching the ninth level in the tower, His curiosity piqued, as he had long wondered how she had managed to emerge before him, given his own efforts and challenges within the tower’s depths.

Considering he had no knowledge of Beatrice’s current situation, Alec had believed that he would be the first to escape the perilous realm of orc hell.

However, her presence here indicated that she must have met her demise before him, Oddly enough, he felt relieved at the thought, as he couldn’t fathom enduring what she was going through.

Surrounded by a chorus of old men who sounded like a broken record, each making the same promises with no distinguishing features, all of them desired one thing: for Beatrice to become their disciple, Yet, she remained silent, offering no response to any of them.

Quietly, she approached the lazy old man who was supposed to be on watch duty with Instructor Duran, and gracefully bowed before him.

”I greet you, Master,” she said respectfully.

The old man’s expression bemused, responded with a playful smile.

”Oh, why would you choose someone like me?, No! I refuse to accept another disciple. The stress is far too much,”

The old man protested, causing the other esteemed instructors to fix their gaze upon him.

It seemed preposterous to them that any instructor in their right mind would reject the opportunity to guide and nurture such a prodigious talent, However, they secretly rejoiced knowing that his refusal would grant them the chance to bring Beatrice under their wing.

Yet, despite their expectations, Beatrice remained determined, maintaining her bow in front of the lazy old man, who was now even feigning tears.

”Why don’t you take her in, Elder Alfred?” someone finally spoke up. Experience more tales on NovelFire.Côm

”Who the hell said that?!” Elder Alfred choked in surprise, almost cursing until he recognized the person who had spoken, It was none other than the new Dean of the academy.

In that moment, Elder Alfred cursed his recklessness, realizing that the Dean’s request for him to accept Beatrice meant that it was now finalized.

The authority of the Dean held immense weight, second only to the old Dean himself, The rest of the great instructors cursed their own luck, as there was nothing they could do, The decision had been made.

Some of the great instructors standing nearby were already cursing at Elder Alfred, feeling that they were far superior to him in terms of cultivation, It didn’t sit well with them to lose to someone they believed they had surpassed.

However, Alec took advantage of the distraction caused by Beatrice and calmly slipped away from the crowd, avoiding the gaze of the furious great instructor.

With a sigh of frustration, Elder Alfred spoke up, ”I accept your bow, Rise, disciple. From today onward, you shall be my tenth and final disciple.”

This statement caused the dean’s lips to twitch in anger, even though others couldn’t comprehend the underlying meaning. How could the new Dean be oblivious to what Elder Alfred was implying

In truth, Elder Alfred was one of the most low-key and lazy instructors at the academy, He rarely attended to his disciples, and was still clearly demonstrating his reluctance to be present on this occasion.

He had even been given the responsibility of guarding the Fighting Pavilion Tower, which was the final test site for new students along with Instructor Duran, However he had found a reason to escape , when the Dean arrived and failed to notice his unique Qi.

He had sent him a mental message, urging him to appear in the hall or face punishment in the form of teaching duties.

This threat had compelled Elder Alfred to hurry to the hall faster than most of the other instructors.

Yet, upon his arrival, someone unexpectedly asked him to become their master, This request caught him off guard, as becoming a teacher was not something he had planned for However, as always, the dean was there to push him into accepting.

Elder Alfred took advantage of the opportunity to declare that this new disciple would be his last, It was his way of saying, ”No one else should attempt to be my disciple, as I am retiring from training students.”

Being a wise old man, he understood that if a talented newcomer like the mysterious and formidable genius who had reached the ninth level wanted him as a mentor, it would only make him the center of attention.

He wouldn’t be able to handle the influx of students who would want to study under him, all hoping to get closer to the demonic genius or learn from the enigmatic master who had managed to provoke half of the Great Instructors.

So he made the best decision he felt was appropriate for him, The dean shook his head, observing the smug smile on Elder Alfred’s face.

”Where do you think you’re going, boy?” one of the great instructors who had always kept his eyes on Alec sneaked up behind him, realizing that Alec was attempting to hide behind the other genius.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it swiftly grabbed the attention of the other instructors, causing them to rush towards Alec, remembering that one genius remained unassigned.

”Um, esteemed masters, I already have a mentor,” Alec quickly replied in his defense, shivering under the intense aura that locked onto him.

Each and every one of them felt as strong as his gramps when he entered rage mode after what happened to the Third Elder.

”Hmm, boy, do you think you can fool us? There’s no way you would be assigned a master unless you’re from a mid-tier or low-tier clan,” one of the instructors sneered.

”Yeah, that’s only reserved for the lower-ranking students who don’t have the right to choose their own mentor, They should be grateful for the academy’s ’thoughtful’ idea of picking for them,” another instructor chimed in, adding to Alec’s growing frustration.

As the two instructors continued to run their mouths in front of Alec, he couldn’t help but grow sick of their superiority complex.

Suddenly, he understood where Beatrice’s disdain had originated, these so-called great instructors looked down on individuals from low or mid-tier clans.

”Well, for your information, I come from a mid-tier clan,” Alec declared, stunning them all. Some even walked away with a sour expression on their faces.

”Big deal. With your ability, it won’t be long before you elevate your clan’s status, You can reject your master’s teachings and come learn under me, and everything will be resolved,”

one instructor said, his face dripping with disdain, as if he were doing Alec a great favor, However, Alec looked at him as though he were a fool.

No matter what happened, he was determined not to register under this man or any of the other Great Instructors who acted so high and mighty.

While the War God Mage Academy claimed to accept all mages who wanted to walk their own path regardless of their affinity, discrimination still prevailed.

There were factions created by the great instructors, driven by their personal interests.