POV: Cynrik
“You, you, you, did you fail? You weren’t even in the Aether Capsule for a full six hours. Are you ok? Did you experience a Mana Deviation?” Jumping to her feet and rushing over, Professor Morningdale took out a small device that looked like a cross between a flashlight and a cell phone and used it to scan Cynrik’s body.
Chuckling at her antics, Cynrik allowed the plump woman to do as she pleased, and when she was finished with her scans, he smiled politely at the Professor.
“I passed the Turning Point Quest and succeeded in my Evolution Professor; there is no need to worry.” Shrugging his shoulders and trying to seem unphased by her words, Cynrik fixed his messy hair before tying it back up and shooting her a smile.
“How,” looking from the readings transmitted by the scanner to the older appearance of the young man that Cynrik had become, Professor Morningdale was overcome with emotion instantly.
“You did it; YOU DID IT; CONGRATULATIONS, STUDENT IVAR.” Reaching up and pulling Cynrik into a tight hug, tears streamed down the Professor’s cheeks.
“Haha, Professor, you shouldn’t have doubted me. I have been through way worse situations than a bit of Evolution and come out basically in one piece; how could I fail?” Appearing calm on the outside yet screaming internally with disgust as the frog-like woman shoved his face into her bosom, Cynrik struggled a bit and eventually freed himself.
“With such a high failure rate, I could only think of the negative consequences that go along with the Passing Down, and although I did hope deep in my heart that a budding genius such as yourself would make it through, the facts and statistics weighed heavily against you.” Stepping back after releasing Cynrik, Professor Morningdale had to use her Mana to control the rosy blush creeping onto her face as she gazed at the devilishly handsome young man before her.
As with every previous Evolution, Cynrik had aged. Unlike a few short hours ago, when he appeared around 16-17 years old, he now looked to be in his early twenties. His blemish-free and pale skin practically glowed in the dim light, and any scars he previously had were now completely gone.
His hair now trailed down his back, nearly reaching his hips, and after undergoing his Tier-3 Advancement, his bangs were no longer solid colors; it had finally changed. While it was still predominantly Black, thanks to his Umbra Affinity, the hair on the fringes of his hairline had changed, where every other strand was either purple, red, or light green, with the first two being more abundant.
One thing that Cynrik was finally pleased about was he had at long last reached the same height he had in his previous life. After eyeballing the downward angle, his line of sight traveled to meet Morningdale, and after some quick calculations, he judged he had broken through the 182 cm (six-foot) barrier and was finally 185.4 cm (Six foot one inch) tall again.
Flexing the muscles on his arms, Cynrik rolled up the sleeves of his black t-shirt, examined his biceps down to his hands, then lifted his shirt to check out his abs with a smile.
‘Good still kept the slim body type. The last thing I wanted was to end up a good-for-nothing meathead like Brancie and Benny.’
“Alright, Professor, I think we have spent enough time underground. Don’t you think we should head out, meet up with everyone and go back upstairs for our debriefing with the Headmaster? There is much to do, and I am sure everyone needs to consolidate their Advancement and get used to the changes in their bodies.” Dropping his shirt and ignoring the heated gaze coming from Umbridge, Cynrik smiled and motioned toward the door.
“Ah! Yes, you are right, let me pick up the mess I made, and we can move to the elevator.”
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POV: Selene
BANG
“AH, what the fuck crawled up her snatch. Tsss, this capsule is so small; ugh, why the hell did she wallop me.” Jolting forward and smacking her head on the roof of the Aether Capsule, Selene complained.
p anda nOvel.cO,m Like she had done with Cynrik and Brance, Tobs, in her frustration, had smacked Selene with her Clipboard hard enough to knock her out of the SOC. However, she had been a little more heavy-handed with the girl than the brothers, primarily because Selene had spent the better part of the last hour poking and pulling on Tobs’ cheeks, infuriating the AI to no end.
Rubbing her forehead where she had hit the roof of the Aether Capsule, Selene brought her knees up to her chest and felt something off about her body.
Extending her legs out and bringing them back up to her chest a second time, her eyes went wide and using both hands, she lifted the two slightly larger lumps of flesh on her chest a few times before bouncing them back and forth.
“OH SHIT! I HIT D CUP, YES HAHA!!!” Selene joyfully cheered as she looked down at her breast happily.
“My darling is going to be so happy now; I mean, he already seemed pleased when I was a C, but now fufu.” Many thoughts raced through her mind, each one dirtier than the last. Eventually, the stale air began getting to her, so Selene looked around and noticed her dark vision had increased so much that she could see clear as day inside the pitch-black darkness of the Aether Capsule.
“Huh, I could always see in the dark, but it’s way better now; oh well, better not dwell on it; it’s too humid in here,” with that said, Selene reached over and pulled the release handle…
TSSSSSSS CRRRREEEEEEK
, and opened the top hatch before hopping out and gracefully landing on the ground without waiting for the lid to open fully.
“Heyah, Headmaster Rivia, how long was I in that deathtrap?” Selene asked as she met the astonished gaze of the Headmaster.
“Student Selene, are you alright? You were only in there for just shy of eight hours; did you fail? No, the Mana Signature you are radiating shows you succeeded in reaching Tier-3, congratulations.” Hopping out of the recliner and appearing beside Selene, Geralt whipped out the same scanner that Professor Morndingdale used on Cynrik and scanned Selene’s body from head to foot.
“Amazing, not only did you reach Tier-3, but you also underwent 90 cycles of Breathing Mana life to construct an Advanced Mana Body.” Mumbling as he read through the data presented on the device, Headmaster Rivia went to scan Selene again but noticed she had taken several steps back and had crossed her arms over her chest, holding onto both shoulders to form an X.
“Hey, don’t you know it is improper to ogle a lady like that, Headmaster? What would the other teachers say if they knew you were making advances on a student, TSK?” Giving him a suspicious look, Selene backed to the far side of the room without breaking eye contact with the man.
“W…what? Student Selene, I suggest you refrain from making such comments; all I am doing is taking a scan of the Mana Signature your body is radiating. This device allows me to see what level of Mana body you built during your Evolution. I promise there are no insidious intentions behind my actions.”
Feeling his cheeks heat up and stuttering the first part of his statement, Headmaster Rivia stored the scanner in his inventory. He then looked at Selene carefully from top to bottom, making her even more uncomfortable.
“You seem to have grown much stronger, and although you aged slightly, it wasn’t as big a growth spurt as I expected. That must be due to how old you already are.” Falling into thought, Geralt began mumbling more of his findings while Selene put on a pouty face since she knew there was no point in teasing the Headmaster further.
“How do you feel right now? Is there any discomfort with your body? When stats increase so drastically, there tend to be some growing pains, so if you need any medicine or potions, you must tell me now.”
“Hm, no, I feel fine, great even.” Dropping her hands and performing a few exercises to loosen up her body, Selene stated.
“Good; what about your Affinities? By breaking through to the Supernatural Stage, all of your Affinities should have transformed into Manipulations, it should feel a bit strange, but you will notice that you will feel a bit of strain when moving Mana through your body.”
“Nah, it’s all good. I trained a bit in my SOC to get used to it all ahead of time, so….”
However, before Selene could finish answering his questions, Headmaster Rivia raised his hand to cut her off.
“Stop, training in your Sea of Consciousness is vastly different from the real world. Think of it like fighting in a dream, you can do about anything in a dream, and the same principle applies to your SOC. For now, we will table this discussion; let’s step out into the hallway and wait for the results from the rest of your Faction. I hope everyone is ok.”
With that said, Headmaster Rivia Guided Selene, who hadn’t physically changed much aside from her bust size, out of the room.
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POV: Brance
“Tsk, had I known all my thought/questions would have annoyed Tobs so much, I would have just shut up, but NOOO, I had to act like my overly curious brother.” Grumbling as he extended his hand and manifested an orb of light so he could see, Brance soon pulled the release hatch and got out of the Aether Capsule.
“Head Dean, I have completed my Passing Down and Tier-3 Advancement without any issue.” He said after calmly closing the hatch and standing at attention beside it.
“Good, good, I never had any doubts you would. As someone with the legendary HolyFire, something as small as a Stage Advancement would never hinder you. WOAH, YOU GOT SO BIG!!!” Standing up and greeting Brance, Head Dean Rimsfel couldn’t help but shout after seeing how physically imposing Brance had become.
“Huh? What do you…holy shit! I AM YOLKED. HAHA!” Confused at first, Brance looked down at his body and was amazed. His shoulders filled out, giving him a broad wingspan, and his biceps nearly doubled in size. It was such a big difference that Brance had trouble keeping his arms down.
Whipping out his scanner, the Head Dean gasped upon reading the feedback about Brance’s Mana Body.
“S…s…SUPERIOR MANA BODY! Student Björn, this is amazing. I can count on one hand the number of people in our country that have made this level of achievement upon reaching the Supernatural Stage.” With eyes filled with worship, Head Dean Rimsfel’s military bearing shattered instantly.
“Hm, I guess I shouldn’t be worried about the 27 or so kilos (60 pounds) and instead be asking about my Mana Body, Sir.” Smiling sheepishly, Brance noticed he now had to look down at the Head Dean, indicating he had grown at least a head or two taller than he was previously.
‘Shit, Cyn’s going to be soooo pisssed.’ Brance thought as the Head Dean continued rambling.
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