The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 756 | Released on: 10/09/2026

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rts of Wanling Magic School looked majestic against the twilight sky. Yet, as I watched the flo

ster Vance hurried in, placing a freshly printed

xcitement. "Dean Sterling returned from his secluded cultivation early thi

ndishing his golden wand with radiant charisma, claiming to have unraveled the ancient Wither Curse. It was a brilliant

se. "All the House Deans have already assembled in the Great Hall.

f incoming freshman files. The name inked across the

ng, most anticipated prodigy of this incoming class. Th

extraordinary evaluation runes. "An innate magical font unseen in a hundred years. By all rights and

rd to monitor the courtyard below. The faculty members were gathered benea

House, rumbled. "Sterling refused to take a single private ap

istair has made no secret of it. He even petitioned the Board of Gove

f Origin was a direct violation of a thousand years of sacred coll

passed the gilded frame of Lord Sinclair, the painted figure scoffed lazily from within his canvas. "Don't expe

his youth, but he had long since devolved into an idle eccentric who treated the most ancient House

onial robes, I pushed open the tow

ing students. On the raised dais, three of the House Deans sat in their ornate chairs-save for the

he podium, the brass d

Great Hall erupted into thunderous applause. He carried himself like a conquering k

ith self-assured vanity. "Headmaster. I trust our li

destiny, Alistair," I replied evenl

ly: "Students, faculty, honored guests. Tonight, we welcome a most e

ent as all eyes turned toward the entrance, eager to

preside over the greatest sca

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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.”