School hierarchy.

Newton's third law is action and reaction. It was a good concept for a skill.

The reader who created it made the skill able to copy not only the blow that is used against it but also the flow of magical energy when the blow is made.

His description was simple.

[Action and Reaction {0}]

Can observe the secrets through the blows received and copy them.

Despite the description being simple, it was quite didactic.

That was why the boy didn't attack first, he had to be attacked first to copy the blow.

It was a well-thought-out skill, both the name and the function. The impression that was left was that the reader who created it worked as hard as I did.

But it didn't look like the boy knew how to use it properly.

He could attack using my ability without copying my moves, but he didn't seem to know that.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's comforting to know he's not from the land."

I was petty and I knew it. At first, I was afraid to change the plot of the novel.

But besides not knowing the end, my existence alone would change something.

But I tried not to get involved in the main events so as not to change too much, but it has already changed.

Characters that weren't chosen now existed.

I no longer had the luxury of following my memories of events, but I had my knowledge.

And I wanted to be the only one to have it.

Taking another breath, I walked back to the hallways of the Triangle.

"It's hard to be a transmigrator."

*****

After classes were over, the students were free to do whatever they wanted for the rest of the day. It was still late, so I decided to go to my room.

"It's bigger than I thought it would be."

It was a small room, equipped with a single bed against the wall. There was a desk and a closet to put clothes next to the bed.

Students spent most of their time outside their room, training skills or studying.

The room was used only for sleeping.

As soon as I entered, I sat on the bed and finally opened the book in my hands. It told you how to control your flow of magical energy and how to do it in a way that benefits you.

Without spell control, people will only move their energy to use skills.

"The first step is to create an energy core, depending on how much magic energy you have the bigger your core and the stronger your energy becomes."

Closing my eyes, I once again found myself lost in the darkness of my eyes.

As I slowly moved my magical energy through my body, it seemed to create an image in the darkness.

The energy core would be on the right side of the chest parallel to the heart.

The blue dots that I could see moving every second I asked them to come closer clustered on the right side of my chest and compressed one by one.

Since the maximum magic energy you could have on the character sheet was 30, all characters created by readers would have the same starting point.

What would set each of them apart was their talent and their control of magic.

The blue spots on my chest compressed and glowed brightly as my body started to burn.

I wanted to scream, to roar in pain, but I couldn't stop the core creative process.

It felt like my skin was being ripped off.

"Ugh!"

Even as I tried to hold on, I grunted grudgingly at the pain.

Quickly, the blue dots turned into a glowing blue sphere. As soon as it formed, the pain disappeared as suddenly as it had come.

Trying to increase my magic energy as described in magic control. Several green dots appeared in the darkness and as they moved freely they seemed to be sucked into my energy core.

This is how a good counter of magic differed from a bad one, depending on how much magic energy he was able to assimilate at once.

Putting together the standard 5 Points of strength control and my highest level skill, I got 12 points for each circulation.

The problem was that because it was a high-level control, the time and paths of energy circulation increased.

So, for the next two hours, I spent the entire time training my magical energy circulation.

"Status."

As soon as I stopped training, I opened my eyes.

=====Status=======

[Name: Dreyden Stella]

[Race: Human]

[Strength: 12]

[Toughness: 15]

[Agility: 13]

[Intelligence: 20]

[Perception: 17] (↑7)

[Magic Energy: 102] (↑72)

=====Skills=======

[Celestial Library {0}]

The large library stores books.

Stored books:

Eyes Of Truth {1}.

Fire Fists {7}.

Action And Reaction {0}.

None.

=====Status=======

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a high level control is different."

It must be said, that a low-level spell control costs 50,000 Merits in the Triangle, while medium and high-level ones are just dreams.

They are on the fan of the Triângulo store as a sign that everything was possible there, when in fact never in history has anyone been able to buy one.

After training my magical energy for two hours, I finally got out of bed.

I was fed up with being in the same position and the curiosity about what the Triangle was like was eating me up inside.

Before I left the room, on the desk was a student ID card.

It also served as a wallet. In the Triangle, everything could be bought with Merits, from skill books to magic control.

On the card it was written:

_________

Name: Dreyden Stella.

Class: A-1.

Score: 165,983 points.

Balance: 1600 Merits.

Historic:

+ 500 Merits for successfully entering the Triangle.

+ 1000 Merits for entering Class A.

+ 100 Merits sent by Professor David.

_________

Every student who manages to enter the Triangle starts with 500 Merits in their account, level 1 skills cost exactly 500 points.

It was a strategy to tie down those who had no skills.

Although it didn't look like it, it was extremely difficult to earn merit, which is why no one could answer the teacher's questions.

I only got it because I saw him respond in the novel.

After taking my room, I left the room and walked through the corridors of the Triangle.

As I walked down the hall of the gym, I could see a boy being pushed against the wall by another student. The kid on the wall looked like he'd already been hit a few times and had marks on his face.

It looks like it's already started.

Having caught a glimpse of his score, I was quite surprised. Both were in a uniform that would describe they were D-class in the rookie division and the points of both were very similar, not going beyond 2000.

Which meant the attacker's skill was much stronger than the boy being beaten.

Intending to ignore them, I walked towards them when I heard:

"Do you think you can bump into me like that and just apologize!?"

He yelled as he threw his fist into the student's face.

Immediately, I stopped my steps.

I wasn't someone who would protect everyone no matter what, I knew from the beginning what the Triangle was like, but just by bumping into someone!?

If it was someone strong, I could even bear it and pretend not to see it. But that wasn't the case, weak people had to band together, not act like that.

So, holding back my anger, I walked past the attacker as my shoulder bumped into his arm that was behind him ready to punch the boy.

"But what the hell!?"

The confident student said as he turned around to see who had just bumped into him.

He immediately took in my uniform, which was of superior quality, and swallowed hard as he took in the golden details.

"Class A-"

Before he could finish, the student felt excruciating pain in his stomach as my knee met his belly.

PUNCH!

"Aaargh!"

He dropped the injured student on the wall and fell to the floor writhing in pain.

"Look at this garbage, the typical guy who fears the strong and intimidates the weak."

I didn't need to use skill, as he didn't even dare to activate his.

Of course, the system that separates the classes is flawed, in the novel this is shown very well, but even so, people didn't dare to challenge it.

Taking my hands out of my pockets, I helped the boy who had been beaten up to his feet.

"W-wait! P-please doesn't hit me, please!"

As soon as he felt my grip, his body cringed in fear as he clasped his hands together.

That was the power of a uniform at the gym.

That was the reality inside the Triangle.

The upper class lives comfortably, and the lower class lives in fear.

I sighed before releasing him and watching him prepare to kneel.

"You can go."

I felt my voice crack.

I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, so just like I wanted to, get out.

As I walked down the hall, I could feel several looks from students who were ignoring the fight, looking at me in fear as they cleared the way for me to pass.

"Tsk, It spoiled my mood."

And so, I continued exploring the Triangle.

*****

Beep!!! Beep!

"Holy shit, fucking alarm clock!"

My arm instinctively dropped onto the desk in hopes that the noise would stop, but to my disappointment, it didn't.

It was a bedroom alarm.

"I hate this place."

Against my will, I got up from the bed and started to get dressed.

Despite not having a cell phone, I could buy one with merit, but I didn't want to spend it now. In the novel, it said that the alarm clock would wake up at 6 am for the students to get dressed and as soon as they are ready, they should go to the cafeteria to eat breakfast.

Since arriving at the Triangle, I hadn't eaten anything. Because of my preoccupation with magic control, I skipped yesterday's meal and haven't eaten anything in a long time.

Then, a rumbling sound came from my belly.

"I should go soon, because I'm A-class I can get ahead of the others in line, hehe."

I smiled as I finished getting ready and headed for the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was quite a big place, but quite technological indeed.

While walking through the gym yesterday, I could see that the entire Triangle, despite having a simple decoration, had a lot of technology involved.

It was the simple, minimalist look the modern world has taken on. Compared to the earth, this world was far ahead in terms of technology.

As soon as I entered, I noticed on a shelf the division that was mentioned in the novel. The low level was with the low level, and so were the high-level ones.

Standing in the doorway, I watched the long food line. While a student who entered at the same time as me, cut the line passing in front of everyone.

No one had said a word, and the reason was that his points were much higher than theirs.

Doing the same, I got my food. Heading to the Class A area, I sat at an empty table while I started to eat.

People didn't recognize me from any influential family, so Grade A students didn't want to get involved with me.

I was sitting in the cafeteria alone, chewing my food.

Many students came to the cafeteria, they could eat outside food, but in addition to the Triangle food being free, it was also of good quality.

Despite being a military academy, it wasn't a school that had the same rules as a prison the academy was quite lax on the rules.

No one sat at the table with me, although there were many empty seats at my table.

Dhara and Riven were different, even though Riven was not from an influential family, he was in the army, and they quickly fit in.

When I said that even in the upper classes there could be an abuse of status, I meant that.

Of course, they didn't want to get close to me. I was a scum that was in the same place as them.

Even stronger than some of them.

But of course, everyone didn't think so.

"Hey! Can we sit here?"

A rather soft voice greeted me. I looked to the side and saw Lucas with a bowl of food in hand, and next to him was his first subordinate, Tristan, waiting for my confirmation to be seated.

'Looks like my time has come to be recruited, huh.'

"Make yourself comfortable."

I pointed at the chairs in front of me with my thumb.