The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

Chapter 8

Word Count: 743 | Released on: 10/09/2026

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tair returned to the center dais. The entire Great Hall buzzed

ted nearby grumbled under her breath. "It's completely unfair!

lance to Alistair's deceased wife was merely the bait; her true v

crowd. Far from being embarrassed by her unearned status, she held her chin high, a delicate, gloatin

s grand entrance wasn't ostentatious

aware that my decision to admit Miss Wynn has raised questions. However, raw magical aptitude

ed robes and produced a radia

he emotional distress she endured today, I besto

xquisite moonstone pendant, carved with intricate silv

oed acros

sped. "A high-tier defensive relic capable of

around Beverly's neck. Beverly's eyes welled with performative tears, her hands clutc

or and disciple-and a calculated

is eyes conveyed an unmistakable message: Look at what you threw away. The glory, the wea

action. I calmly sliced a piece of roasted

rritated him; his jaw tighten

. Ro

voice sounded dire

materialized beside the Abyssal table,

arm, he carri

cushion, noticeably stained with what l

bled to their feet in shee

careless flick of his wrist, he tossed

massive yawn. "Look like a damn gargoyle. Use that. Makes

eat Hall went

iant, high-tier defensive amulet to the path

clamation of favor, Julian's gift

. Alistair smirked openly, his chest swelling with vindicated pride. In their eyes, the great prod

yes overflowing with pure pity. "I... I c

n at the sta

aunter back to his corner, looking for all the world

it.

denly shattered the sil

r, his brass monocle nearly popping out of his eye so

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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.”