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The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 797    |    Released on: 10/09/2026

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k, cream-colored envelope sealed with the unmist

ignified patience. I untied the

was written in shim

ss Holl

been selected for admission to Wanling Magic School, the

as been confirmed by our scouts, and you

e threshold of the Veiled Crossing. The bearer of this missive is authorized to

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in m

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t seemed to see straight through me-hopped from the sill onto my shou

I didn't recognize from my previous life-a secret passage used only for mortal-born arrivals.

d once, and t

ped th

alm, with its grey cities and mundane skies, falling away like a discard

ol materializ

g open, and an older student wearing the bronze shield crest of Aegis House poked his head inside.

ver my racing heart. The owl gave my ear one final, encouraging nip before launc

an unsorted novice, stepped past the threshold, and

seats, their gazes a suffocating mixture of awe, envy, and curiosity. Floating above the cent

end of the hall, immediately locking onto the ma

ir Ste

redatory appraisal-the look of an artisan inspecting a f

d sharp that I almost took a step back. I dug my fingernails

nothing. He thinks you ar

casting my eyes down with the rehearsed timidity of a bew

ightly, clearly satisfied wit

rifted to the secondary magical projection ho

ng remedial placement. Among them was a frail, plain-face

sion was locked entirely onto Beverly's image. The feverish, obsessive devotion burning in

urrogate white lotus, and I was already earmark

ery stood before me, holding aloft the ancient, ta

admaster said gently. "Let th

ath, stepping up onto the

you will burn in the

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The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback
The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback
“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.”