Chapter 433

Phillips Academy Andover offers more than 400 courses.

Among them, there were a few bomb-like subjects that one should absolutely avoid.

These were ‘Advanced Theory of Aura Class’ and ‘Mage Combat Practice’.

[Advanced Theory of Aura Class – 6/15]

[Recommended Prerequisites: Basics of Theoretical Aura Studies, Epistemology, Phenomenology, Existential Philosophy]

[Mage Combat Practice – 15/15]

[Recommended Prerequisites: None]

First of all, even if students wanted to take Advanced Theory of Aura Class, it was quite common for them not to be able to enroll.

They must first complete a boring philosophy course at the level of a third-year college student that serves as a Great Wall-like barrier.

It was said that unless students memorized at least five philosophy papers for each class, they would struggle to keep up, according to seniors.

Next was Mage Combat Practice.

Despite the ‘S.T.A.Y.’ sound every time, it was a class that was very popular among new students at the academy.

Thinking of it as a good opportunity to meet mages who enjoyed celebrity-like popularity privately would be a mistake.

Within a week, students would come to realize that they were merely serving as punching bags.

Thus, rumors circulated that students attending Mage Combat Practice walked to school in tears every day.

While there were such bombshell lectures, there were also courses that seniors actively recommended.

[Open World Engineering – 30/30]

[Recommended Prerequisites: Principles of Open World, Open World Language, AI System Design]

As long as the prerequisites were backed by effort, it was a course that could be taken without difficulty.

It could also serve as a good foundation when entering college or getting a job later.

[Winter Semester: 1/06 ~ 3/28]

After a long or short four-week vacation, a new wind was blowing at Phillips Academy.

The experience admission of No Name had become a fait accompli.

At this point, while there might be someone who does not know the president of Korea, there was not a single student who did not know No Name.

A genius unparalleled in human history, a living history maker.

Before the start of the semester, deep discussions arose about what classes No Name would choose.

Each student entered their chosen classroom with inflated expectations.

“Look over there, guys! She’s coming to our building!”

“Could she be coming for the Latin class?”

“She must have already mastered Latin. Why would she attend that? She’s definitely coming to our Greek literature class. No doubt about it.”

Pearson Hall, the oldest building at Phillips Academy, was bustling with students and teachers.

Everyone was busy pulling out their phones to take pictures.

Wherever the attention of the crowd was focused, a small girl appeared.

Her black twin tails fluttered in the cold winter wind.

The subject of rumors, No Name.

“Look at No Name, she’s totally exploding with cuteness!”

“How can someone be this small and adorable? So, how old is she?”

“Nine years old. We can count her age on our two hands.”

“That being is surely a wonder of the world.”

Amid the chatter, people detailed No Name’s characteristics.

She stood shorter than an adult’s chest, had a small head that looked as if it could vanish at any moment, and her hair, grown long enough to touch the ground, was practically her trademark.

Perhaps feeling the pressure of the crowd’s high-pitched whispers, No Name quickened her pace towards the building.

“Why is she covering her mouth with her hand?”

That question was quickly answered.

“Hic! Huah! Excuse me, I’ll just pass through. Hic!”

The hiccup of the cute girl echoed non-stop from her throat.

Occasionally, her backpack bobbed along with her heaving shoulders.

The animal plush keychains attached to her bag jingled.

Students who witnessed this overwhelming cuteness couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

Once No Name fully entered the building, the brief commotion finally settled down.

Then, a post appeared on the academy community.

[(New) Guys, guess who sat next to me!!!!!]

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Oh my god. I’ve been living for this day. Is it real that No Name is sitting right next to me?

Check out the plush keychains she has. One is a ratel and the other is a snake! So, so, so cute!

I have to go get her autograph now, so I’m off!

[Comments]

– To be among 300 people and be the lucky one, you’re really lucky.

– What class is it?

└ It looks like it’s written on the blackboard.

– Advanced Theory of Aura Class? Ugh…

– You really can’t meet No Name without going crazy first.

– You chose a super minor subject even among minors.

– What’s she like in real life?

└ Totally a baby. The cutest baby in the world.

└ Did you see No Name too?

└ Yeah. I saw her when she entered Pearson Hall.

└ The teachers were all over the place, it was chaotic, lol.

– Can you please come to our calculus class?

└ No Name probably finished calculus when she was 3 years old, right?

– Teach me your secret to becoming smart like No Name.

└ Just be locked up in a capsule since birth and focus on games and studying.

└ Yikes, capsule confinement study sounds scary…

* * *

Right before entering the second-floor Advanced Theory of Aura Class, I circulated aura through my diaphragm and lungs.

Finally stopping my hiccup, I gathered my thoughts and opened the classroom door.

One minute before Professor Anzhelina Hoff’s Advanced Theory of Aura Class.

I wasn’t late, but I didn’t arrive too early either.

However, there was only one teacher and five students in the classroom.

Is it common to be late here?

“No Name student, welcome! You can sit anywhere you like!”

The classroom was cramped, about the size of my living room.

In the center of the room was an enormous round desk.

Avoiding the strong sunlight pouring in from the skylight, I set my bag down in a suitable spot.

“Ugh…!”

“Hmm?”

The girl next to me with a blaze hairstyle flinched and shivered.

Wondering if I did something wrong, I squinted, and she waved her hands dismissively.

“It’s nothing. I was just surprised.”

“Ah, okay. Nice to meet you.”

“Me too, heehee!”

“Alright then, since everyone including No Name has arrived, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Anzhelina Hoff, and I hold a PhD in philosophy and theoretical aura studies. I’ve been teaching theoretical aura studies here at Phillips Academy for five years, and I feel like this semester will be a very special time. We also have a special guest here.”

Professor Hoff pointed at me.

Since it was a round table, everyone could easily look at me with just a slight turn of their heads.

Feeling the concentrated gazes, I awkwardly bowed my head.

So, there are only six of us in this class.

“In Korea, they call you Na-me, is that right?”

“Yes, you can call me however you like.”

“Alright. Once again, welcome, Na-me. Could you share your reason for attending the theoretical aura class? You can answer however you feel, it’s not a serious question.”

Honestly, I didn’t put much thought into my course registration.

However, three days ago, the appetite Erisiton suddenly mentioned Seol-a and then disappeared completely from the dream realm.

Upon checking, other devourers were doing the same.

All the devourers were aware of Seol-a’s existence.

I continued to have lucid dreams to meet other devourers.

Being met with a cold shoulder by those not favorable to me was all the same.

Thus, it became necessary to verify in what form the devourers currently existed within my body.

I absorbed the devourers through the past persona, Faishiro.

So, just like how the engram cells store a person’s ‘memory’, the devourers should also be stored somewhere in an invisible form.

However, if it’s not in my body and stored with a specific magic that I’ve used, that could be a real headache.

Searching through the Akashic records would take a long time; how many types of magic do I know, anyway?

I nodded once up and down and replied to the professor.

“There is no unknown or mystery in aura. I was drawn here by the grand premise of theoretical aura studies.”

* * *

The term “rising star” held true even in faraway America.

No Name’s reputation at Phillips Academy spread quickly.

In less than a day, anecdotes about her began pouring into the school community.

[Free Board]

[I’ve never seen such exquisite exterior manifestation in my life]

Do you guys know how far external manifestation maximizes?

Today, during the epistemology chapter, we had a class to make the most delicate shapes with our auras.

I asked No Name why she wasn’t creating anything, and she suddenly reached out her right hand and asked for a handshake?

At the same time, she reached out her left hand asking to shake that hand too.

Then suddenly, another right hand came popping out from under the table?

I was so shocked I screamed.

It turned out that the first hand I shook was the hand and arm created by external manifestation, lol.

No Name is just on a different league than us.

[Comments]

– External manifestation comes out transparent.

– Creating shapes isn’t easy either.

– Can’t you distinguish that?

└ (Original Poster): I have no idea where her arm is connected from. I just thought that both were hanging from her right shoulder.

– This is straight out of a horror movie, lol.

└ If it happened to me, I’d have fainted.

– That’s why they are talented folks…

– It’s not a very difficult concept. We acquire various perceptions about the world through sensory organs, but we cannot know whether these perceptions accurately reflect what actually exists in the world or not. Instead, upon discerning certain mathematical relationships that arise amongst empirical perceptions, we can infer that these relationships reflect the connections between the causes that exist in the world and provoke our perceptions, much like a mirror.

└ Caught an invasive species disturbance from Korea.

└ What are you doing here, No Name? lol

└ Looks like there’s a character limit.

└ One, two, three, go No Name!

└ Um… Does my identity get revealed? I thought the academy community was completely anonymous.

└ LOL!!!

└ Ahahaha, so cute!

“How did they figure it out?”

No Name, preparing for the Mage Combat Practice class, checked the community for a moment.

She looked puzzled, unable to understand why people were laughing.

“Next, No Name!”

“Yes.”

No Name quickly turned off her phone and dashed to where the professor was calling her.

Even in winter, small footprints were imprinted on the well-maintained grass.

“Finally making an appearance. Look at this. They say this girl came all the way to America to conquer Korea and defeat us.”

The Mage Combat Practice professor placed a hand on No Name’s shoulder and declared.

“What? I never said anything like that…”

“Do you think you’re stronger than this girl?”

Crack—

Then, 14 students all raised their hands high without exception.

In an instant, No Name’s expression grew serious.

The professor smiled widely and asked No Name again.

“No Name, what do you see them as?”

The Mage Combat Practice consists of one professor, one student, and 14 punching bags.

No Name, crushing the grass underfoot, spat her words out like they were chewed.

“They all just look like cute punching bags to me.”