Gravity Mage with Level-Up System

From MC'S Perspective:

A week later,

Morning sunlight filtered into the dean's office, illuminating the stacks of reports he was engrossed in. A large blue screen displayed various pieces of information, serving as a digital assistant.

Suddenly, a sharp beep cut through the quiet. A call from an anonymous number appeared on the screen. Intrigued, the old man answered.

"Is this the Dean of Yellow River Academy?" a woman's voice inquired.

"Yes, this is the dean," he replied.

"Hello, I'm Diana Walter, a messenger from the Mage Union," the woman introduced herself. "I've been contacting academies in the region to inform them about the next opportunity for Wizard Heart Competition winners. Your academy is next on my list. I'll be there in a few hours to discuss this opportunity in detail with you and your winners."

The dean's eyes widened in disbelief. "I look forward to your visit, esteemed guest," he replied, still processing the unexpected news.

The call ended, leaving the old man stunned. He had just spoken to a representative from the prestigious Mage Union.

Meanwhile, I stepped into the library. My routine was unchanged from yesterday—delving deeper into ancient sites. Before I could begin my research, my communication watch buzzed to life. The dean's number flashed on the screen.

I quickly exited the library to find a quiet spot and answered the call. Assuming the dean wanted an update on my whereabouts, I prepared my response. However, his words took me by surprise.

"Vincent, where are you?" he inquired.

"I'm in the library, Dean," I replied.

"Good. Leave the building. I'll send Gilbert for you," he said abruptly, ending the call without further explanation.

Confusion washed over me. His voice held an unusual excitement. Something significant must have happened. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I headed for the library exit.

I exited the library and made my way towards the building's exit. Fellow wizard students were scattered about, their quiet activities undisturbed by my presence. Even those who recognized me kept their distance. As I stepped outside, I noticed someone watching me – Senior Gilbert.

"The dean wants to talk to you," he said with a grin. "Any idea why?"

Shock registered on my face. "No," I replied honestly. My mind raced, trying to recall any recent mishaps. Since returning, I'd spent countless hours in the library. Confusion clouded my thoughts.

Gilbert noticed my perplexed expression. "Well, let's get this over with," he said, grabbing my shoulder and lifting us into the air. We soared towards the dean's tower.

Shortly after, we arrived at the top floor of the white tower. As we landed, I turned to Gilbert. "You know I can fly, right?"

"Special permission is required to access this area," he replied. "Trespassers are dealt with harshly."

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll wait outside until you're finished," Gilbert said. It was clear he suspected the meeting was about me.

I nodded again and stepped inside. The door slid open automatically, revealing a spacious, minimalist room. The dean sat behind his desk, his gaze meeting mine as I entered.

"Vincent, sit," the dean said, his face beaming with excitement. Intrigued, I took a seat across from him. I scanned his expression, searching for clues. The dean was a busy man; this couldn't be a casual meeting.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Your wait is over, Vincent," he announced. "Someone from the Mage Union will be here in a few hours."

Surprise and anticipation surged through me. "Is this about the Wizard Heart Competition?" I asked.

"Yes, it's about the next opportunity for the winners. Unfortunately, the level-6 Wizard winner is on a mission, but I'll inform that person later," the dean explained.

A weight lifted from my shoulders. This week had been a mental grind, and I was starting to feel trapped within the academy's walls. Now, there was hope.

Curiosity gnawed at me. What could this opportunity be? If it was a treasure, I hoped for something useful. But why would someone travel to deliver it personally? Perhaps this opportunity was something entirely different.

I asked, "Dean, do you have any idea what this opportunity is about?"

The dean wasn't surprised by my question. He was curious too, but decided to share what he knew.

"The Mage Union is a holy place for wizards. Think of it as the most powerful organization in the world. Its members are said to have traveled far and wide, amassing knowledge of various magics and meditation techniques."

"Some of their renowned members have even created modern meditation methods for specialized magics."

"There are rumors that some powerful members have visited nearby stars, but this information is classified. What we do know is that the Mage Union is the ultimate goal for all wizards."

"Someone from this prestigious organization is coming to see you. Make sure you make the most of this opportunity," the dean said with reverence.

I was both surprised and deeply shocked. I had heard whispers about the Mage Union, but this was the first time I'd learned about its true power. A look of longing appeared in my eyes.

...

A few hours later, a colossal, hexagonal white aircraft descended upon the capital city. Its design was unlike any seen before, dwarfing the city's familiar airships in both size and scale. The aircraft's shadow cast a vast expanse over half the city, inducing widespread fear and panic among the populace.

Even the city guards, accustomed to handling various situations, were dumbfounded. They instinctively recognized this as something extraordinary, a force beyond their comprehension. The possibility of confrontation seemed futile.

Wizards from different organizations stationed in the city immediately relayed the news to their respective headquarters. The Royal Force Hall, Weapon Palace Academy, and Yellow River Academy all dispatched messages to their upper echelons.

Inside the massive white aircraft, a woman dressed in white issued a command to the crew. "Head to Yellow River Academy," she declared. With astonishing speed, the hexagonal behemoth turned and vanished from sight, leaving a stunned city in its wake as it embarked on its journey.