Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Frankly, the civilian students you hired were all quite capable. One, named Faraday, was particularly gifted in electricity and offered you a lot of advice while you were building the generator, though it was largely useless. Given the similar historical periods and names between the two worlds, you almost suspected he was an alien equivalent of Faraday from another world.

Through your training, Faraday's scientific talent flourished. At your suggestion, he shifted his focus to science. You told him that, in a sense, science and magic are equally great. The difference, however, is that magic already has pioneers like Ignotus and Dumbledore, while you are creating scientific history. While it's unclear which Grand Magister, Ignotus or Dumbledore, is, judging by their expressions, Faraday and the other civilians were energized by your rhetoric, their blood boiling.

On November 1972, 11, with the assistance of Faraday and others, after a sleepless two weeks, you personally built the world's first hand-cranked DC generator. Its principle is to generate an induced electromotive force in a coil by rotating a permanent magnet, changing the magnetic flux. This electromotive force is then output as a DC voltage. Previously, electric current in this world could only be achieved through magic. When they saw the visible current flowing between the magnet and the closed circuit, they burst into tears of joy.

You can understand their thinking. I wonder what Michael Faraday felt when he invented the generator, but I guess it was similar. That's the charm of science.

On December 1972, 12, you returned to the lab to discover it had been completely vandalized with magic. Several civilian students were severely injured, one even having both hands crushed. Faraday was also abducted. From the injured, you learned that the assailant was none other than Nelson, a second-year dual-class mage you'd heard of before, and the chosen one of the Thirteen Most Ancient Wands. He challenged you to a fifteen-on-fifteen battle, with each player's credits at stake.

Your expression instantly darkened. Originally, you had no interest in becoming a Divine Enlightenment user. You simply wanted to try to change the world through science, live a relatively peaceful life, and occasionally become a hero out of interest. If they'd spoken nicely, you could have given them credits, but now you simply didn't want to.

Nelson, like you, is a student in the Lei'an Dormitory. In this world, dormitories are like academies in the Harry Potter universe. Private fights for credits are forbidden, but gambling is permitted. This is why Nelson is forcing you. Upon hearing this, your roommate Ron immediately tried to dissuade you. Nelson belongs to a school organization called the Seven Demon Fangs, all of whom are dual-class mages and extremely powerful... You smiled, interrupting Ron and telling him seriously that no one, whether the Seven Demon Fangs or the Eight Demon Fangs, could stop Nelson's determination to beat him up.

The duel is scheduled to take place in the forest behind the school. As agreed, including Nelson, your enemies total 15, most of them powerful second- and third-year mages, at least half of them dual-lane mages. You only have Ron, your guide, a weak single-lane mage!

The opponents were numerous, and all powerful. Nelson was the so-called chosen one of the Thirteen Most Ancient Wands. The wand he held was adorned with wings, shimmering with starlight, making him a formidable foe. But they really shouldn't have angered you. Facing a scene of people in robes, waving wands, and chanting magic, you charged forward, unleashing a powerful punch from your wide sleeves. A magician who had just finished chanting acid magic was sent flying like a meteor, while another who had cast magnet magic was blasted into the ground. The rock magician in front of you was incredibly resilient, and just as he could cast his rock shield, he was struck in the chest, collapsing with a thud.

It's truly too weak. You'd never have guessed that a so-called dual-wielding magician, whose powerful magic is so treasured by the people of this world, could be so weak. Nelson, however, has a few surprises for you. His magic transfers damage to his opponents, while this wand protects him, reducing and even absorbing damage he takes. This immunity to damage is a blessing bestowed upon him by the Thirteen Ancient Wands. In the end, he even proudly tells you that he's the chosen one, having never felt pain since childhood. So, can you let him experience pain for a moment?

Sure enough, in the ensuing fight, after you landed a punch on him, it actually bounced back to you. But it was just a light blow. What if it was just a normal punch? So, with everyone's shocked eyes, you had no choice but to deliver a normal punch to satisfy him. As a result, a noticeable fist mark appeared on your chest. You took a step back, and the barrier around Nelson's body shattered on the spot. He spewed blood and flew high into the air. If you hadn't deliberately restrained your strength at the last moment, he would have been reduced to ash by then.

"You should feel the pain now, right?" You looked up at him with cold eyes and asked.

Then, as everyone stared in disbelief, the Thirteenth Most Ancient Wand, which had fallen to the ground, seemed to have found its destined owner. It eagerly flew up, attempting to land in your hands. You reached out to catch it and flung it carelessly. With a snap, the wand transformed into a javelin, pinning Nelson's clothes to the cliff face nearly a hundred meters away, leaving him dangling precariously high above.

[Although he was filled with awe for you, Ron, who was standing behind you, was still a little anxious at this time, asking you why you didn't keep this wand. It was one of the thirteen oldest wands in the wizarding world. It would choose a gifted person and then grant him a near-eternal blessing.]

[In response to Ron's question, you simply walked over and tried to untie Faraday's ropes, explaining, "...It chose Nelson. Its vision is too poor. Don't want it."]

Then, perhaps under your pressure, the Thirteenth Ancient Wand changed its target, aggrievedly turning to Ron's arms. As promised, you received a total of four silver credits from Nelson. With a burst of brilliant light, the five silver credits in your hand combined into a single, radiant gold credit. This also means that if you want to become a candidate for the Divine Awakener, you've already achieved one-fifth of your goal.

From December 1972 to January 12, news of your 1973-on-1 victory over Nelson and your possession of a gold coin spread throughout campus. This also attracted considerable attention. Since no one knew your true background, no one dared to challenge you again. This allowed you to enjoy a brief period of leisure, allowing you to further advance your research. However, only you know that now you're the one looking to take on the others. The strength of Nelson and his companions has left you somewhat disappointed. According to Ron, a dual-wielding mage with two lines only appears in every 1 people in the world, which should be considered top-tier. Is this the extent of the world's top combat power?