The tension in the room was palpable. Every eye in the class was glued to Adam as he confidently approached the board, chalk in hand.
The teacher's dismissive smirk faded into a grimace as Adam began working on the complex magic circle, his hand moving with precision and certainty.
The classroom was a grand hall with polished stone walls, intricate magical symbols etched into every surface, and the faint hum of mana lingering in the air.
Rows of desks formed a semicircle around the main board, where Adam now stood, his back straight, radiating confidence.
The sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows created a mosaic of colors on the floor, adding an almost surreal quality to the moment.
Adam's thoughts raced as he traced the chalk over the incomplete circle.
This isn't just about me anymore.
It's about proving that people like us, with no noble blood, can stand equal—even superior.
