Another World: The Failed Magician

Under the moonlight, Frunze College appeared exceptionally serene and quiet.

Suddenly, an unnoticed dark figure appeared at the entrance of Frunze Academy.

The dark figure was none other than Lu Xuan, who had gone out earlier. Lu Xuan put the cloak and mask into his spatial ring, then walked straight to Rhodes' room and retrieved the two black stones that had been placed in front of Rhodes' door.

After doing all this, Lu Xuan turned and walked into his room.

Although it was already night, Lu Xuan did not fall asleep. Instead, he sat at the table and used a silver carving knife to carve a stone that exuded an ominous aura. The stone had many complex magical patterns on it, but its owner did not seem to be satisfied with this. The silver carving knife was like a gorgeous dancer, gracefully twirling on the stone.

As time passed, a wave of drowsiness washed over Lu Xuan.

After continuing to carve for a while, Lu Xuan clearly felt that he was becoming somewhat dazed.

There was no other way. Even though Lu Xuan was now at the level of a high-level mage, the mental energy consumed by carving at this level was enormous. Helpless, Lu Xuan had to stop his work, wash up briefly, and then drag his tired body to bed.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, Lu Xuan fell asleep immediately due to exhaustion.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain. He found himself in a magnificent hall, surrounded by nobles dressed in elegant clothes, while he was in the center of the hall.

A slow footstep sounded in Lu Xuan's ear, and a boy of about ten years old walked up to Lu Xuan. The boy was dressed in a gorgeous suit, with a head of azure hair, and a golden eye that flashed with a hint of disdain, which contrasted sharply with his childish face.

Upon seeing the boy, Lu Xuan's body trembled instinctively. He then began chanting a spell in a trembling voice, but as the chanting progressed, his tone gradually calmed down.

A massive magic circle appeared beneath Lu Xuan's feet. As Lu Xuan chanted, numerous water droplets emerged from the circle, condensing in the air to form a giant sword. The moment the water sword appeared, it thrust towards the boy.

The boy, however, showed no intention of dodging the giant sword hurtling towards him; his gaze remained completely calm.

Just as the sword was about to pierce the boy, his golden pupils suddenly lit up, and the giant sword formed from magic suddenly burst into flames, burning to ashes before it even touched the boy.

When those golden eyes looked at Lu Xuan, a tremendous pressure swept over him, directly interrupting Lu Xuan as he was about to chant the next spell.

Because his prepared magic was interrupted, Lu Xuan coughed up blood and knelt on the ground. As Lu Xuan prepared to stand up again, the boy's golden eyes flashed again, and the oppressive aura, like that of a king descending, pressed Lu Xuan to the ground, rendering him unable to move.

As Lu Xuan suffered a crushing defeat, the nobles around the hall erupted in deafening cheers and applause. The boy's outstanding performance had won their approval and applause.

These sounds were particularly jarring to Lu Xuan's ears. As Lu Xuan supported himself and looked up at the boy, he saw the disdain and contempt in those golden eyes.

"Meow!"

A cat's meow broke the morning's tranquility. Lu Xuan suddenly sat up in bed, touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Xuan looked around at the familiar room and couldn't help but sigh!

With a "meow!", a small black tabby cat jumped from the window onto Lu Xuan's shoulder and gently rubbed its head against him.

Lu Xuan gently stroked the kitten and said, "Thank you so much!"

The kitten seemed to understand what Lu Xuan said, and started meowing.

Lu Xuan picked the kitten off him, placed it at the doorway, opened the door, and said, "Go play for a while, I'll prepare breakfast for you later."

With a meow, the kitten left Lu Xuan's room.

After the kitten left, Lu Xuan took a towel and wiped the cold sweat off his body.

Lu Xuan looked in the mirror. He saw that he was listless and his eyes were empty and powerless.

Lu Xuan sighed helplessly. This was the sixth time he had this nightmare this month. It seemed that the impact of that incident was greater than he had imagined. Those golden pupils were like a mountain pressing down on Lu Xuan.