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The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

Author: Grump

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1021 | Released on: 10/09/2026

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a hundred thousand spectators, I stood atop

he highest honor for the person I respected most and held deares

ow Chalice, I didn't even pause to wipe away the

magnificent crimson-and-gold robes, Alistair stepped gracefu

smile I had known for five full years. His

gh the fading cheers. "I have waited for this day for so long...Long enough that every step you took forward, every time you stumbled and

a loving father ready to em

pened steel shredding through flesh a

tched with twisted soul-devouring runes, tore through my ba

chunks of ruined organs, erupted from my l

e flooded my veins and bones with

brutally binding and tearing away the bril

hard into the stone. Trem

over my lips as my trembling fingers clawed u

efore me, his pale, slender finger

his grey-blue eyes were completely hollow-as chillingly de

out from the shadows with delicate grace. In her hands, she

ice. "Senior, don't blame the Dean. How could a mortal

nd fed you the finest spirit herbs solely to cul

you were nothing more t

ncub

grueling, ceaseless cultivation... had all been a calcu

a pristine white silk handkerchief, he wiped away the soiled blood and leaned d

flashed across my darkening consciousness-the drunken ramblings of Julian, that useless Dean

llusions. I thought of my de

to elevate a wo

to h

bloody phlegm straight into Beverly's delicate

t... no

nsciousness to violently invert every ruptured mana channel in my bo

Alistair's poised, triumphant composure

va-white glare erup

he barrier, the arena platform, Beverly's shrill screams, and A

old void of death, but into a roarin

urned with an impossible temporal radiance, t

ore through my throat a

doubled over, my fingers clawing desperately at the cold stone beneath me, expecting

blood. There

ing arena platform. I was sitting on a wooden bench inside a small, da

lifted my han

ed spell-burns carved into my flesh by years of Alistair's brutal regime

n my chest, whole, untainted, and br

o struck my temple, memories al

arriving at the magical fortress for

dn't extinguished my existence; it had hurled my consciousness ba

curved my lips

Beverly...

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The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

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“For five years, I bled to crown Azure Gale House as the champion, enduring brutal combat drills and toxic draughts for my mentor, Dean Alistair Sterling. But at the exact moment of my victory, a poisoned dagger was driven through my spine. When I forced my head around, I was stunned by what I saw. Alistair stood over me with cold, lifeless eyes, casually wiping my blood from his knuckles like spilled tea. Beside him stood Beverly Wynn, a talentless junior who could barely conjure a shield, looking down at me with gloating pity. Alistair slowly raised the ritual blade, revealing the horrifying truth. "Your core will live forever inside Beverly. Be grateful, child. It is the highest honor you could ever achieve." He had never been mentoring me. All those private lectures and isolating training regimens-he had been fattening me like livestock for the slaughter, just to harvest my flawless celestial core for his favorite puppet. I couldn't fight back. The venom turned my magic into a freezing sludge, locking my muscles as they prepared to flay my soul. Until my dying breath, I felt nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred. Out of sheer spite, I reversed the spin of my core, detonating my soul in a blinding flash to ensure they got nothing but ashes. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Welcoming Ceremony, exactly five years ago. When Alistair confidently offered me his personal seal in front of the entire school, I smiled and walked straight toward the disgraced, sleeping Dean of the worst house in the Keep.”