Reincarnation Of A Swordsman: The Omni Mage

[Points: 101,200]

[Congratulations! You have achieved 101,200 points!]

[You have gained 506 stat points and 506 skill points!]

'506 stat points?! 506 skill points?!" Kyle found it hard to comprehend the system's notification. He was already wondering his power leap when he used them. 'I could even learn 5 more martial techniques!'

"Good job, all of you," Harris said, cutting through Kyle's thoughts.

Kyle dismissed the system's notifications and shifted to their instructor. Around him, the other students were sprawled on the floor, panting heavily.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads, soaking into the floor below. The one hour that they had all experienced was very stressful and tiring and their states could only make sense.

"You've all done well," Harris continued, sweeping through the room with his sharp eyes. "Every single one of you pushed yourselves, and that's what matters."

The students exchanged weary glances, their breathing still ragged. Most sat slumped against the walls, too drained to offer more than a nod in response.

"Remember," Harris said, his voice growing softer but no less commanding, "Don't compare your performance to anyone else's. Be proud of how far you've come."

As he spoke, Harris couldn't help but sneak glances at Kyle. His gaze lingered on the boy longer than he intended, and it was clear to everyone in the room who he was referring to.

Whispers broke out among the students, their curiosity about Kyle's performance growing by the second.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their stares, choosing to stare at the remnants of his dummy instead. It lay scattered in pieces across the floor, a stark contrast to the other dummies, which had shut down but remained intact.

The timer had gone off just moments earlier, signaling the end of the test. The dummies had all ceased functioning simultaneously, their movements frozen mid-strike.

Their points had been recorded automatically and sent to Harris, who now stood surveying the room with a thoughtful expression.

Harris's gaze settled on the remnants of Kyle's dummy once more, the corners of his lips twitching in faint amusement.

"Only two people managed to destroy their dummies," he muttered to himself, his voice too low for the students to hear.

The first was Kyle, whose dummy was undeniably obliterated. The shards of its metallic frame were strewn across the room, evidence of his overwhelming strength and precision.

The second was a girl with blonde hair tied to a pony tail. She sat quietly on the floor with her bow resting beside her. At first glance, her dummy appeared untouched, standing upright with no visible damage. But Harris knew better.

'She dismantled it slowly,' he thought, his eyes narrowing. The girl had fired a relentless barrage of arrows, each one chipping away at the dummy's internal durability until it could no longer function. Her precision was commendable, even if it paled in comparison to Kyle's destructive power.

"Decent," Harris murmured under his breath, nodding slightly. "At least she's got skill, unlike the rest."

Satisfied, Harris reached into his pocket and pulled a communication device. After speaking with some people through it, a glowing portal materialized in the center of the room some seconds later.

The students watched in awe as the portal formed, after which the dummies began walking in, through it. The intact ones picked up the scattered parts of Kyle's shattered dummy and carried it into the portal as well.

Once the last piece vanished, Harris turned back to the group. "The bus will take you all back to the dormitory. Rest up tonight. You'll need your energy for tomorrow's exams."

A collective groan rose from the students, though it was quickly replaced by murmurs of excitement, they were all hungry and tired and they looked forward to returning to their dorms.

Kyle stood, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension in his muscles. He felt the weight of the other students' gazes but kept his expression neutral. His mind, however, was already calculating how best to use his newfound points.

Outside, the flying buses awaited them and the students filed out of the training hall, their steps sluggish but their spirits high. Harris watched them go, mounting a massive bird that had been waiting for him. The sight of their instructor soaring into the sky left the students gaping in amazement.

As the buses ascended smoothly into the air, the students sank into their seats, grateful for the momentary reprieve.

For a while, there was only the gentle hum of the engine, punctuated by the occasional groan or sigh from someone nursing their sore arms or legs. But gradually, the silence gave way to murmured conversations.

"How many points did you get?" a boy asked, leaning across the panel.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Eighty-two," the girl beside him replied, pushing her hair out of her face. "I thought I was doing well until I saw that dummy at the end. It was like it got faster."

"I got seventy-nine," another boy added, grimacing. "I think I wasted too much time trying to land headshots. Turns out the durability there was ridiculous."

"Tell me about it," the girl muttered. "I stuck to the chest after my first few strikes just bounced off."

"That's where I focused too," the boy admitted. "But man, those things were sturdy."

The group nodded in agreement. For many of them, this was the first time they had faced such a challenge, and it had been a humbling experience.

"Did anyone break a hundred?" another girl asked, looking around.

A few affirmed to what she said, those who had broken a hundred were quite happy that they had made up for some points in their exam.

"200, anyone?"

This time no one in the bus raised their hands. Anyone who got above that score must have just made up for their history.

"Maybe the blonde girl with the bow," someone suggested. "She was really precise. I didn't see her dummy get damaged much, but she kept hitting the same spot over and over and she managed to score 200 from damaging her dummy."

"Yes, another should be Kyle obviously. His dummy wasn't just damaged. It was shattered. I mean, I saw pieces all over the floor."