Chapter 35: Brain Rot
Just as Amy had said, both Noctis’ main curriculum and Elective classes were scheduled to commence tomorrow.
But I had a major issue on my hands: I knew nothing about magic.
Yes, as the author and creator of this world, I possessed a surface-level understanding of magic. That was the reason I passed the entrance exam with ease.
Beyond that, however, my mind was a blank slate.
"Here I was calling Amy dumb." I sighed.
That was the reason I now stood in front of the second library designated for first-year students.
A large structure reminiscent of Earth’s White House stood before me.
At the center of the first floor of the three-story building was the emblem of Noctis, the same insignia etched onto our uniforms.
Twin blades piercing a demon—it symbolized a unique technique devised by the founder of Noctis and the world’s first mage.
The library’s interior, however, was sleek and futuristic. There were no books at the entrance, only a white-lit space.
It featured a special technology exclusive to Noctis. By placing your hand on any wall and thinking of the book you wished to read, the library would teleport you to its location.