Chapter 23: Magic (2)
After barely surviving the mental trauma that was Mysteries and Magic, the next class on the schedule was [Ecological Analysis of the Otherworld].
Naturally, this one wasn’t all that fun either.
Like those topics that sound interesting but turn out to be exhausting, sleep-inducing slogs once you actually sit down and listen—this was one of those. Just a wall of theory and explanations.
Maybe it was just because I had zero prior knowledge, but still, the class moved way too fast.
“Er, well... the spiritual bodies—namely spirits—are composed of 57% hydrogen, 11% oxygen, 22% chlorite, 88% stellar matter, and 96% gravity.”
I ignored the fact that I had no clue what half of those components even were—and more importantly, why the hell does that add up to more than 100%?
But my courage wasn’t nearly high enough to raise my hand and ask.
I mean, come on—everyone else looked like they already knew this stuff. I'd just look like an idiot if I asked.
“Who would win in a fight between a spirit and a star-being? That’s a good question. But realistically, because of the dimensional differences and the fact that there’s no benefit to them fighting each other, such a thing would never happen.”
“Ah, are you referring to the Cosmopological Theory? Well, that—”
Before I realized it, I had zoned out hard. The whole lecture had slipped by me.
It’s weird—I could’ve sworn I used to be decent at studying back in high school. Am I just dumber now because I’m older? Or is it this new body that has shitty intelligence stats?