Magic Control

"There he is."

When my hopes of rest were about to end, I found time to observe the main characters.

The first character I noticed was sitting right in the middle of the class. This was Lucas Væresberg, the protagonist.

Lucas doesn't have a system, he didn't go back in time, he's not from another land and he hasn't even been reincarnated. Despite this, he had a common past as a protagonist and a power that would give him the right to be a protagonist.

Lucas' parents died leaving him only a necklace with a red emerald that he carries with him everywhere. He worked a lot during his life alone and the most he got was to buy a level 2 skill called 'Lucky Point'.

Having no grandiose expectations for his life, he tried to kill himself.

And that's when his life changed.

He discovered that in the necklace his family had left there was something for him and, after understanding everything, he trained until he was strong enough.

Lucas never used his level 2 ability again because he didn't need to, and he didn't need to because he doesn't use magic energy, he uses mana.

One of the only humans capable of using mana.

This is the protagonist, Lucas Væresberg.

He had short black hair and bangs that almost covered one of his black eyes. One of the most striking features of her face, in addition to her typical protagonist beauty, is her red right eye.

He tells everyone who asks that he had eye heterochromia, but it was a lie.

He wore the same uniform as the others, but what received the most attention was undoubtedly the small screen on his uniform.

On it, it was written: 'Lucas Væresberg 228,943 points.

He was arguably the strongest student in that class. Now and then the girls would look at him and blush shyly before looking away in embarrassment.

A few rows ahead of him is one of the novel's main heroines, Raisel Silvius.

She had short white hair in the front and with her hair tied back, it showed a big ponytail that went down to her butt. Her big purple eyes gave her an air of cuteness, which was different from her personality.

Being from the main branch of the Silvius family, she is tipped as the future leader of the family. She used the family's main skill, a level 10 skill called 'Wind Manipulation'.

Wearing the girls' tailored gym uniform, what stood out apart from her physical stature was her tiny canvas.

'Raisel Silvius 202,223 points.'

Beyond them, sitting in the back row of the class, was a young man with brown eyes. Her short gray hair almost blocked his view before he pushed it aside, wearing the gym uniform for the first time, her beauty stood out more than her points.

This was Jayden Black, the villain.

Besides them, there were other main heroines, but they weren't from that class and there was another one that would be introduced later, because yes, Lucas has a harem.

"Aaaaa...this is going to be tough."

I muttered when I saw the teacher return to his class and started to pay attention to what he was saying.

"The requirements to move up in class change as soon as you enter the academy."

The teacher wrote down the requirements that are released at the time of the entrance exam and looked back at the class.

"I'm entering this topic because I know you are in doubt, as there are 2 students here who have already exceeded these requirements."

With a look full of satisfaction, he glared at the protagonists before asking aloud.

"So, does anyone know why? Whoever knows gets 100 Merit Points."

But in the room, no one raised their hand. In the novel, this is explained, but just like now, no one knew the answer before the teacher's explanation.

That of course, before I appeared in this world.

I raised my hand and saw him nod at me like he was telling me to continue.

"Reaching 200,000 points before entering the Triangle is something to be proud of, but with the structure and resources it provides, it's not."

I felt everyone's eyes land on me as Raisel's murderous intent leaked my way.

Still apprehensive, I continued.

"That's why the requirements go from 200,000 points to 350,000, and it's also why students who already surpass the old requirements are now not promoted."

The professor adjusted his glasses and smiled.

"Congratulations, Dreyden. You've just earned 100 Merit Points." He gave the tablet a few clicks and dropped it on the table. "For students without the necessary knowledge and equipment to reach this mark of power is a testament to their talent. But inside the Triangle, that's no use. Let's take as an example the strongest student in the Triangle, Zhad Blackleaf, he passed the exam with only 212,000 points and in one week it reached the power level of 671,000 points."

Yes, it was impressive. More contrary to what they thought, Zhad wasn't that talented.

Being part of the Blackleaf family, he has always been trained since he was a child by them, in the exam he just held his strength.

The most talented human there is Lucas, within a week he didn't even have a skill, and now he was the strongest in Class A.

*****

After leaving class, the ideal would be to go to my dorm and see what my room was like.

Although the A class had several benefits, the room was as basic as the lower classes. Only S-Class students could have exclusive rooms.

As I walked along the corridor of the Triangle I could see the so-called separation of the strongest.

Stronger students were abusing weaker students, and students with no skills were excluded.

They had no right to converse with others.

I wasn't someone who didn't care about discrimination or someone who had a compulsion to help strangers.

But right now, I was busy. I had to get control of magic.

If nothing had changed, then the magic control would be located at the back of the academy.

It took me 4 hours to find the place.

Despite being close, I had no idea of ​​where to go, so I had to go around asking where it was.

Although I was exhausted from walking around, the sight I was seeing tired me even more.

When I said that Lucas left the power control where he found it, I mean the truth.

He left it on the floor.

And now, it looked like a boy had found him before me.

He was wearing a golden uniform, and in his hands was a book with the same description of magic control.

The problem? I knew this kid, just like me, he's a character created by a reader.

"So it's not just me who woke up in this world."

I was disappointed. The feeling of feeling special was comforting. But now that feeling has just disappeared.

I didn't know his record, his attributes, or his ability. I knew his appearance because in the comments of the chapter where I sent the file I saw many pictures of the characters.

I didn't know his name or his past.

But I knew one thing.

"This has to be mine no matter what."

*****

I couldn't and didn't want to give it up. It's no use having a powerful skill and weak magic control.

Closing my left hand, I activated my ability as flames engulfed my hands. Using magical energy, the expanding flames shrunk and compressed around my fist.

The compressed flames turned into a replica of my fist and, advancing my left arm, I threw my fist towards the student.

PUNCH!

"Which!"

Hitting the student with the fiery fist, I hurriedly ran to the book that had fallen to the floor.

Flipping through the pages of the book, I was sure it was what I was looking for. Hastily removing one of my hands from the book, I activated my ability again.

"Damn it!"

Clenching my fist tightly, I stared at the boy who had just spoken.

"Hey! Why did you attack me!?"

His black eyes narrowed as he watched me hide the book behind my back.

Slamming his hands into the hole of his uniform, he sighed as he stared at my name and my dots spinning on the small screen of my uniform.

"You're Class A too!"

He stopped his advance with half-closed eyes and stared at me for a few seconds.

"I don't know why you're attacking me, but if you want to fight then let's fight."

Taking a step, he began to walk calmly toward me.

Not knowing his ability, I didn't want to give him a chance to activate it.

I raised my arm when again it was covered in fire. Just as the fire materialized, I opened my hands and a fist of fire was made in it.

Swoosh!

I threw my arm forward and the fiery fist went towards the student.

"What the fuck is this!?"

I screamed just as the fiery fist surged towards him, he copied my stance.

Trouble was, fire materialized in his hand and he also threw a fist in mine.

BANG!

The fists collided causing a mini explosion.

Smiling, the fire in his hands went out as he closed his eyes and shouted:

"What is it? Are you surprised!? That's right, you shouldn't have picked a fight with me kid."

I activated the eyes of truth instinctively and threw the book to the floor.

SHOCH!

A noise of wind can be heard, and soon after our fists go up at the same time.

Running toward him, I turned and on an impulse, punched him with flaming fists.

The boy who didn't seem to have much agility took a step back and backed away also punched aiming for my fist.

PUNCH!

They both collided when I could feel my hot fists heat up.

Before he could retract his hand, I opened my fist that was still on fire and grabbed his arm. Pulling him towards me, I lifted my leg and kicked him in the stomach.

"Ugh!"

He cried out when he felt his stomach turn. He bent down and instinctively placed his right arm in front of his belly.

Quickly, I raised my right arm and grabbed his hair pulling his head back and making him stand up.

Feeling an excruciating pain in his scalp, he gasped.

"Argh! Fuck!"

Feeling my hand in his hair, I could see the boy gasp in fear as he watched the flames in my hands fade and my grip on his arm tightened.

"Since you know my skill you'd better stay put if you don't want to become the new baldhead at the academy."

The boy felt the hand on his head get hot and quickly turned off the skill in his left hand before lifting the other one in surrender.

"Wait! Wait! Alright!"

Following his movements, I pressed my hand a little on his head when I saw him trembling in fear.

"How did you know about this book!?"

My eyes narrowed as I stared at him determinedly.

"Aaargh! T-this is all because of this stupid book!? I just found it on the floor, what's the problem!?"

He bit his lower lip in anger as he felt extremely wronged.

Although he didn't fully believe it, it seemed like he didn't know what kind of book this was.

But even if he didn't know, it didn't prove he wasn't from the land, I had to take a test.

So expecting some reaction, I said seriously:

"The Dance Of Power."

And unlike what I expected, he didn't have any reaction.

"If you're going to burn me, do it soon!"

He tugged on his arm in disagreement with my grip when I let go.

Looking at the figure of the boy getting up, I smiled bitterly.

He was not from the land.

"What the fuck!"

As someone from another world, I couldn't allow anyone else but myself.

Even though I wasn't used to it, I was prepared to kill him if he was from the land.

Prioritizing my goal, I walked towards the book and picked it up, as soon as I felt it in my hands I moved my eyes to the boy.

As I watched him silently straighten up, a strange atmosphere enveloped us.

For a short time, none of us spoke. We just watched each other.

"What's your skill?"

Even trying, I couldn't contain my curiosity, I had a theory and I wanted to know if I was right.

Breaking the silence, he looked at his hand which was slightly burnt. the boy then opened his mouth.

"You already know, I have copy skills."

Shaking my head while keeping my eyes on his energy flow, I replied,

"No, it's not."

As he struggled, I could feel his energy flow each time he used his ability. He did everything I was doing, from moving my energy into my hands to how to compress it.

But he didn't seem to have control of what he was doing, it felt automatic.

"Fuck you!"

He grunted in pain as he turned and walked in the opposite direction from me.

"..."

Closing my eyes, I let him go.

Characters that shouldn't exist now exist, I knew about a few characters but not all of them.

I wanted to say my theory of his ability, but I was holding back.

At the end, when I opened my eyes, glowing on my retina an interface appeared.

"I knew. You don't copy skills, you copy moves."

I muttered as the words on the interface flashed across my retina.

[Congratulations! You acquired the skill book 'Action and Reaction(0)']