Gravity Mage with Level-Up System

From MC’s Perspective:

“Elder, what happened?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern as I observed the frail figure of the crippled old man. His eyes, though weary, still held a depth of wisdom that demanded respect. Slowly, he turned towards the Dean, giving him a subtle nod as if silently commanding him to speak on his behalf.

The Dean, a man known for his stoic demeanor, took a deep breath before addressing me. “We received notification from the Mage Union,” he began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of importance. “You have been recommended to study in the True Elements Society.”

For a moment, his words hung in the air, heavy with implication. The True Elements Society—just the name alone commanded reverence. It was no ordinary academy; it was a powerful organization within the Ancient Redwood Country, known for its unparalleled mastery over the elemental magics.

Graduates from this society often went on to join the Mage Union, becoming forces to be reckoned with in their own right.

“The True Elements Society is a powerful organization in the Ancient Redwood Country,” the Dean continued, his gaze locked onto mine as if gauging my reaction. “After completing your studies there, you might have to join the Mage Union.”

The weight of his words hit me like a thunderclap, and for a brief moment, I was utterly stunned. The Ancient Redwood Country was no unfamiliar name to me. Its vast, mystical landscapes held secrets that I had longed to uncover, particularly those related to Gravity Magic—my true passion, my calling.

As the realization sank in, a surge of excitement welled up within me, igniting a fire in my heart. The Ancient Redwood Country… Could it be the place where I would finally find the next opportunity to deepen my mastery over Gravity Magic? The mere thought of it sent a thrill through my veins.

Yet, even as thoughts of the True Elements Society swirled in my mind, my focus drifted towards something else—the ruins hidden within that ancient land. More than the Society itself, it was these ruins that piqued my curiosity. Perhaps, after proving my worth at the academy, they would grant me a coveted quota to explore those forgotten remnants of the past.

But I knew better than to let excitement cloud my judgment. The True Elements Society was a place of power and influence, where the strong ruled, and the weak were easily swept aside. The inner politics of such an institution could be treacherous, and I would need to navigate it with care.

Like the crippled old man, I would have to find a powerful backer—someone who could shield me from the inevitable storms.

As I mulled over these thoughts, I noticed the old man watching me closely, his eyes sharp despite his frail appearance. He seemed to understand the longing in my heart, the desire to explore the wider world beyond the confines of this academy. But there was something more in his gaze—an unspoken request, a plea perhaps.

The Dean’s voice cut through my reverie, his tone growing impatient. “Vincent, what are you going to do next?” he asked, bringing me back to the present.

My thoughts snapped back to reality, and I turned to face the Dean. “When should I leave?” I inquired, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within me.

The Dean exchanged a glance with the crippled old man before answering, “You can leave whenever you wish. I suspect the members of the True Elements Society are already expecting your arrival. However,” he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, “the elder wishes to discuss something else with you.”

A flicker of curiosity sparked within me. The old man had been uncharacteristically silent throughout the conversation, his demeanor calm and contemplative. What could he possibly want to discuss with me now, just as I was about to embark on a new journey?

Calming my racing heart, I turned to the elder and asked, “Elder, what is it that you wish to talk about?”

The old man’s expression softened, a shadow of regret passing over his features. He seemed to struggle with his words for a moment before finally speaking. “Vincent,” he began, his voice low but filled with a weight of responsibility, “I know you will leave this academy to explore the wider world. But remember, you are the sole successor of the late Gravity Ancestor.

I hope that you will continue to be a part of the Sub-Taboo Hall in the future.”

His words struck a chord within me. The Sub-Taboo Hall—a place that had nurtured my growth, provided me with the foundation to pursue the Gravity Wizard Path. I had always known that my journey would one day take me beyond its walls, but the elder’s plea reminded me of the ties that still bound me here.

“If possible,” the elder continued, his voice tinged with a rare vulnerability, “I would like to ask that you leave behind the inheritance for the next generation when you become strong in the future.”

His eyes bore into mine, filled with expectation and a silent plea that I found difficult to ignore.

The Dean spoke up again, echoing the elder’s sentiments. “The elder is right, Vincent. The Sub-Taboo Hall and this academy have supported you, and we hope you will continue to help us in return. Without your Gravity Inheritance, the Hall will weaken, and eventually, others will dominate. We need you to ensure that the knowledge is passed down to future generations.”

Their words were logical, yet I couldn’t help but feel the weight of their request. The inheritance I had received wasn’t mine to begin with, but it had become an integral part of my identity, guiding me on the path of the Gravity Wizard. I owed my growth, my strength, to this inheritance, and in turn, to the Sub-Taboo Hall that had housed it.

The inheritance itself was vast, with many chapters still waiting to be unlocked. Each breakthrough, each step forward in my journey, would reveal more of the knowledge stored within. It was a power that could elevate the Sub-Taboo Hall to new heights, but only if I remained committed to its legacy.

I knew that if I chose to leave without ensuring the continuation of the Gravity Inheritance, the Sub-Taboo Hall would eventually falter. The balance of power within the academy would shift, and the Hall that had once been a beacon of strength would be overshadowed by others.

With a deep breath, I looked at the elder and the Dean, understanding their fears and their hopes. They had given me much, and now they were asking for something in return. The burden of their expectations settled on my shoulders, but it was one I was willing to bear. For the sake of the Sub-Taboo Hall, for the future of the Gravity Wizard Path, I would not let their legacy fade away.

After a moment of careful consideration, I raised my head, meeting their expectant gazes. My voice was calm but firm as I replied, “Elders, you need not worry so much. I’m simply going to study at another academy. My gravity magic requires specific resources—particularly those tied to the essence of gravity itself.

To truly grasp the power of law, I need to immerse myself in environments that resonate with that force.”

I paused, letting my words sink in before continuing. “The only way for me to advance on the Wizard path is to step outside and explore other lands. But that doesn’t mean I’ll forget the place that has been my home. This academy has given me much, and I intend to honor that.”

My gaze shifted from the Dean to the crippled old man, both of whom were listening intently. “I have accepted the inheritance, and I understand the responsibility that comes with it. In the future, when the time is right, I will ensure that the Gravity Inheritance remains in the Sub-Taboo Hall. But for now, I must venture to a Super Large Nation to continue my development.”

The room fell silent as my words hung in the air. The Dean and the elder exchanged glances, a look of mutual understanding passing between them. The tension that had been lingering seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of relief. They could see that my commitment was genuine, that I wasn’t abandoning my roots but rather seeking the means to strengthen them.

For the first time since the conversation began, the elder allowed himself a faint smile. The Dean nodded, his stern expression softening slightly. They knew that the future of the Sub-Taboo Hall was secure, and with that reassurance, their concerns about the inheritance began to fade away.

On the other hand, I sighed inwardly. I hope the elders won’t worry about the inheritance matter in future. I’m not going to run away. Besides, if anything happens in future. I need a safe place to return. So, the Yellow River Academy is more important to me.