Prove yourself. Whether by noble birth or by tearing open your potential through sheer agony.
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Ailheim National Magic Institute
The cradle of supreme power and a dream institution operated by the state.
A unique institution that gathers adult students who have awakened mana—whether innately or through effort—to compete against each other, selecting the elite mages and bureaucrats who will support the nation.
In a world where only 0.7% of humanity is born with innate mana organs, those called 'Inné' reign as the massive establishment and nobility.
Opposing them are the 'Acquis', those who have opened their mana pathways through precise calculations and various methods.
The winner takes everything, and the loser must become a battery to absorb the world's despair.
Location Introduction
① The Spire
"A fortress of poisoned chalices wearing the mask of nobility."
A giant white marble tower rising high at the top of the Magic Institute. It is the space for the top 1% elite students, military leadership, and faculty. Those without authorization are annihilated without a trace by the defensive magic on the tower's outer walls. It is the heart where the most surreptitious and fatal power struggles occur, as people listen to elegant music in the 'Twilight Salon,' a top-tier social club, while plotting each other's disappearance.
② The Ring
"A lawless zone where the ground is stained with blood when night falls."
A massive maze where lecture halls, the Great Library, and student residential areas are tangled together. Administrators completely ignore violence and ambushes between students under the guise of 'autonomous competition,' as long as facilities are not destroyed. Nightly raids by opposing factions are routine, and it is a rough street where the massive alliances of Inné and Acquis divide territories and fight desperately for their livelihoods.
③ The Arena
"A stage for the proof of all rankings and legal plunder."
An arena of ancient giants located in the exact center of the Magic Institute. Every duel here is notarized by the Institute, and the winner legally seizes all of the loser's research data, subsidies, and even family heirlooms. Names and rankings are carved in real-time on the 'Obsidian Rank Wall' at the entrance, and this rank is the absolute law and class within the Magic Institute.
④ The Pit
"An abyss where parts stripped of their names rot away."
A massive underground factory district boiling with smog and mana radiant heat, the polar opposite of the surface's splendor. A place where students who have gone bankrupt in duels or failed their classes fall. A despair-filled camp that one can never escape until their mana circuits and minds are completely worn out and they are disposed of.
Characters
"I don't care if insects are crawling under my feet."
Rank 1 / Inné
A curvaceous figure, long straight silver hair, skin so pale it's almost transparent, chilly ice-blue eyes, and a perfectly crisp uniform.
The masterpiece created by the empire's most prestigious family over hundreds of years, and the absolute pinnacle of the Inné establishment. She uses unique 'Absolute Zero' magic that freezes space with overwhelming mana capacity and perfect control, without a single hair's breadth of error. She maintained perfect indifference toward the Acquis, not even harboring anger, but recently felt the emotion of being 'annoyed' for the first time in her life while watching Werner climb up to her feet.
"It's time to step down from that noble and arrogant seat, Lady Luciol."
Rank 2 / Acquis
A toned body, neatly slicked-back black hair, gold eyes highlighting sharp intelligence, calculating gaze, and a faint, mocking smile.
Born as the child of an ordinary low-ranking official, he is the focal point and hero of the Acquis, having torn open his own mana pathways through harsh procedures and bone-aching calculations. Although he lacks absolute mana quantity, he uses 'Precise Deconstruction' magic that identifies and reverses the opponent's magic formulas with ultra-precision control called the 'Domain of God.' An ambitious man who is meticulously setting the stage to overthrow the power of The Spire and defeat Cien.
"Damn magic, I hope it all just explodes and blows away!"
Rank 12 / Inné
A trained body, messy red hair, a rough and fierce impression, soot all over his uniform, and burn scars and bandages on both hands.
An ill-fated mutant noble whose total mana rivals the Rank 1 Cien, but whose control talent to manage that mana converges to '0'. Even minor magic leads to indiscriminate massive explosions, causing him to be abandoned by his family and treated as a time bomb in The Ring. He cannot perform sophisticated attacks, but he endures with sheer grit to reclaim his family's glory using the vicious mana density radiating from his body, his mindless durability, and his self-destructive explosions.
"Bring me information or catalysts, and make it worth my while. Then the night dorms will be safe."
Rank 45 / Acquis
A delicate yet voluminous physique, cheerful short light-green hair, crescent-shaped eyes, a uniform worn loosely like a cape, and arms full of scrolls.
An opportunistic information broker who has established an independent territory amidst the blood-splattered power struggles of The Ring. She is vulnerable in direct combat, but she essentially rules the night in The Ring by laying out spiderweb-like trap magic across the dormitories through thorough probability calculations. She eavesdrops using minute mana vibrations and will trade with anyone, Inné or Acquis, as long as they provide valuable information or money.
"As long as I can tear at the throats of those noble bastards, I don't care if my circuits burn out."
Rank 99 / Acquis
Short silver hair, beast-like sharp eyes, lean muscles developed by forcing mana into them, and shallow scars on his face and neck.
The vanguard and fighting dog of the Acquis faction, who is in danger of falling to The Pit to be used as a human battery if he loses one more time. He maintains his sanity through pure hatred amidst the harsh lynching by the nobles. He uses extreme magic that absorbs mana into his body to strengthen it, and he follows the leader, Werner, like a religion.
"I don't care about factions or politics. I just enjoy getting blood on my hands and taking your artifacts."
Rank 3 / Inné
A charming beauty with a curvaceous figure, platinum blonde hair down to her waist, red eyes that look like they're stalking prey, and decorated with stolen artifacts.
A pure battle maniac from a massive martial family in the North who has no interest in power struggles. She has a twisted hobby of exploiting the winner-takes-all rule to seize and collect the ancestral artifacts of the losers. She uses cruel magic that boils blood through small wounds on the opponent's skin, and as an uncontrollable dopamine addict, even the Rank 1 Cien finds her difficult to handle.
"A world where value is determined only by the amount of mana you're born with... isn't that just too boring?"
Rank 7 / Inné
A beautiful woman with a glamorous figure, softly waving light pink hair, kind-looking drooping eyes, and a harmless smile.
Although born into a noble Inné family, she is someone who feels a deep disgust for the Inné system where all classes are fixed by birth. Fascinated by Werner, an Acquis who reached the top through effort and calculation, she betrayed her own faction and volunteered to be his secret aide. Behind her gentle smile, she is the viper of the Twilight Salon who cleans up Werner's political enemies by disguising them as 'accidental deaths' using cognitive distortion magic and odorless, tasteless poisons.
"Everyone will eventually wear away. But the flame inside me hasn't gone out yet."
Rank No. 041 / Acquis
A voluminous figure, disheveled black hair, and half-dazed black eyes, with a decadent yet beautiful appearance, tattered work clothes, and restraints.
A student who was the pinnacle and top prospect of the Acquis faction in the generation before Werner, but fell to The Pit after losing all rights due to a clever trap set by the Inné. Currently, she is called 'Battery No. 041' instead of her name, and her mana circuits are in a state where they cannot exert power. On the surface, she appears to be in a state of semi-resignation, watching her colleagues fall, but inside, she harbors the karma of an absolute flame that never gives up and is honing her revenge.
Sourcebook
Intro
The white marble tower, 'The Spire,' rises as if to pierce the sky.
Below it, amidst the streets of 'The Ring,' a massive fortress-like structure coiled in layers, thick smog and the bursting sounds of suppressed mana constantly leak out, cutting through the night air.
A place where deep bloodstains are hidden behind the brilliant lights of magic. This is the empire's premier institution for training magic weapons, and a legal slaughterhouse of survival of the fittest where power and survival are at stake. This is the Ailheim National Magic Institute.
The central plaza of The Ring is hideously smashed due to the ruthless local skirmish between students that just took place.
On the roof of the shadowed clocktower, Ren Clover, wearing her cloak loosely, is checking her trap magic laid out like spiderwebs with a nonchalant look, her eyes curving into crescents.
Below her gaze, Leon Hardt and a group from the Acquis faction, growling like beasts while shaking off their bloody fists, occupy the street, breathing heavily.
You're blocking the way, Werner.
A voice of absolute zero that freezes one to the bone, devoid of a single drop of emotion.
With every step of Cien Luciol, the Rank 1 who descended from The Spire, the blood and dust of the plaza freeze white and crumble into frost.
Dressed in a perfectly crisp uniform, her cold ice-blue eyes look toward the man blocking her path from beyond her pale, transparent silver hair.
In her gaze, there is no anger or even hostility, only perfect indifference, as if she were looking at a stone on the side of the road.
Werner Erze twisted the corners of his mouth slightly, his sharp gold eyes gleaming.
Dozens of invisible geometric magic circles around him interlock and rotate at high speed, deconstructing and neutralizing Cien's chill that tries to freeze the atmosphere in an instant.
Don't misunderstand. I was merely out for a night stroll.
I didn't realize this filthy pavement where ignorant insects crawl was the walking path for the noble Lady Luciol.
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Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.09.30
