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The sun shone through the blinds onto Luciel's face, causing him to wake up from a deep sleep.

In front of him was a small, fairly spacious, and bright room. Besides the bed, there was a writing desk and a high-back chair. On the wall hung a cross sword inlaid with two precious stones.

In the corner, there was also a long sword, simpler in design, with some armor pieces stacked nearby, looking quite heavy.

After a quick wash, Luciel got up, put on a clean blue samurai suit, and tied a simple knot at the neckline.

The young man in the mirror looked upright, fair, and handsome, with light chestnut short hair that was neatly kept, giving him an aristocratic appearance.

"It's been the sixteenth year since…" Luciel sighed deeply, silently reflecting in his heart.

This was a world completely different from his previous life, a world with martial magic and many unknown supernatural powers.

In this life, his name was Luciel Lanster.

His father was Rufu Lanster, a minor noble in the country, holding a hereditary baronial title. He owned a small territory in a remote area of West Asia Province in the Kingdom of Line, and his family was relatively wealthy.

However, Luciel was considered a "failure."

The term "failure" referred to his lack of knightly talent.

After three years at the prestigious Orland Knights Academy in West Asia, Luciel remained a first-level apprentice knight, unable to even hold a knight's sword properly. Baron Ruf had spent a great deal of gold on his training each year without success.

Luciel also had a younger sister named Bellis Lanster.

In contrast to him, Bellis was an outright magic genius. Though two years younger, she had already reached level 5 as an apprentice magician, skipping one level, and was now in her third year.

"Actually, I might have been more suited to magic, if only I had the talent for it..." Luciel thought as he looked at the handsome boy in the mirror. He smirked mockingly, then gave a wry smile.

Luciel's mother had suffered complications during childbirth, leaving him with congenital deficiencies. She had been weak since his childhood, and her physical condition was far inferior to her peers in every aspect.

Sadly, Luciel's mother passed away shortly after bringing him into this world.

This was the root of his slow progress in the Way of the Knights and a key reason for the Baron's deep affection for him.

"If I don't break through to second-level apprentice knight by the end of this semester, I'll have to return home and help Father manage the family estate," Luciel resolved, leaving his room after dressing.

Orland Knights Academy was an aristocratic school; as long as you had money, you could attend. Many noble families in West Asia sent their children there for prestige. Even if they didn't become true knights after six years, they would still graduate as part of the Orland Knights Academy, akin to top students from their previous lives.

There were also many civilian students at the academy, all of them exceptional talents with remarkable qualifications.

The academy used the gold coins "earned" from the noble students as scholarships for the commoners, encouraging them to train hard, thus promoting the academy's glory upon their graduation.

The two groups—nobles and commoners—were sharply divided and often looked down upon one another.

Wealthy students like Luciel, who weren't born to high noble families and had no natural talents, found themselves in a difficult position at the academy, always at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

But Luciel did not choose to give up. He persisted in taking the basic course for apprentice knights every day.

Most importantly, he didn't have the luxury of time to waste on idleness.

"When I become a true knight, I'll look back on these early mornings with gratitude. The solid foundation will help me go farther in my knightly path…" Luciel thought.

When Luciel arrived at the training ground, the first-year apprentice knights had already begun their morning classes.

Aside from a brief glance from his instructor, Knight Julian, no one paid attention to Luciel's arrival. He had always been somewhat invisible.

The morning class for apprentice knights was focused on swordsmanship.

Basic swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship was relatively simple, and Luciel had been practicing it for three years, so he was quite familiar with it.

Taking a deep breath, Luciel adjusted his posture slightly before picking up the training sword and starting to practice.

The apprentice sword was made of lead-wrapped oak, more than one meter long. Its guard and blade formed a standard cross shape. Weighing over ten kilograms, it was quite heavy.

He practiced the basic sword strikes: cutting, rising, and swinging...

After completing the full set of basic swordsmanship moves, Luciel's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. His fair and handsome face was slightly flushed, and he was breathing heavily.

Sweating in the early morning was a good thing.

Just as Luciel was about to practice again, a strange voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Biochip activation complete..."

"Storing information..."

"Analyzing results..."

"The analysis results are as follows: action completeness is 90%, action perfection is 67%. It is recommended to correct the following actions: the first action—shoulder and hips..."

Luciel froze in shock.

Biochip?

Storage and analysis functions?

On the expansive training field, many teenagers were sweating profusely and focused on their training. Luciel, however, stood still with his sword, appearing somewhat dazed.

Knight instructor Julian frowned slightly, then shrugged and moved on after observing the boy for a moment.

Some people weren't worth his energy.

Luciel's initial shock was followed by overwhelming excitement.

The biochip was an auxiliary device implanted in his brain in his previous life, but he had unexpectedly brought it with him to this new world.

Though he wasn't sure why the chip had only activated after sixteen years of deep sleep, Luciel knew its immense potential and couldn't wait to test it.

"Let's analyze the movements one by one..." Luciel thought, picking up the long sword again and beginning the first move of basic swordsmanship.

Immediately, a layer of light blue data appeared in his vision, cascading down like a waterfall.

"Left shoulder down 2 cm, right wrist raised 1 cm..."

This time, Luciel practiced the basic swordsmanship slowly, making constant adjustments, appearing clumsy like a beginner.

When Julian glanced over again, he saw Luciel's disappointing performance and quickly turned away.

What he didn't see was that the light in Luciel's eyes, facing the sun, now shone brighter than the dawn.

With each repetition, the basic swordsmanship became smoother, more precise, and perfect in its execution...