“The written exam will be divided into theoretical questions and specialized sections, and the practical test will follow the same structure,” Deculein said.0

That day at Roteo Hall, the university’s admissions briefing unfolded exactly as before. Every step followed the same pattern—the Shamanic Barrier of Complete Detachment swallowed the space midway through, yet even within it, Deculein resumed his briefing as if nothing had changed. 0

The only difference this time was the minor commotion of Epherene rushing to the university hospital to treat her wounded forehead.0

"Upon entering the Mage Tower, will we be able to attend Head Professor Deculein’s lectures right away~?"0

“No.”0

"Oh my! Why, why? But I want to attend Head Professor Deculein’s lectures~!"0

Seeing the day repeat itself before her eyes, Epherene still couldn’t comprehend it as her mind wandered in a daze, lost in the weight of the unreal.0

As Epherene let time slip by, lost in its current...0

"A pleasure to meet you."0

As the moment repeated itself, Epherene heard the voice flowing to her ears through the air, its chilling mana pressing down on her. Yet this time, fear did not take hold—only a deepening sense of curiosity.0

Epherene quickly turned, her eyes locking onto Murkan—a mage draped in a tattered robe, his eyes dark as ink.0

“Excuse me!” Epherene yelled.0

For a moment, Murkan's pupils widened in surprise, but the reaction faded just as quickly—as if he had understood the situation in an instant and saw through it with precise perc...0