The Extra's Reincarnation-Chapter 132: First Official Day (2)

"At Aethel Academy, we operate on a merit system,"

"Think of it as a practical demonstration of your growth and contribution to both the academy and the wider magical community."

The board shifted again, displaying a detailed breakdown of the point system.

"The merit system is the backbone of Aethel Academy's educational philosophy," he explained, gesturing to the crystal board where golden numbers materialized.

"It rewards diligence, excellence, and initiative while providing clear benchmarks for your progress."

His eyes swept across the room, making brief contact with each student.

"For graduating, there's a comprehensive points threshold system that will shape your entire academic journey here."

"Throughout each year, there is a specific threshold a student must reach before the end of a semester and the academic year. These aren't arbitrary numbers—they represent the minimum competency expected of Aethel graduates."

"These point thresholds aren't meant to be achieved through classroom activities alone. We encourage contributions to school activities, missions, and other circular activities outside of regular hours. Aethel Academy believes in integrated education. So theoretical knowledge means little without practical application."

He tapped the board again, and a new list materialized:

"Regarding how to earn points—pay attention, as this is crucial. A student can only undertake a maximum of six subjects per semester; however, you can enroll in as many advanced units as you wish without limitation. The minimum requirement for compulsory subject entry is two."

The room fell completely silent as he began detailing the point values.

"Each standard unit completed earns you points based on your performance: 25 for a Pass, 30 for a Credit, 35 for a Distinction, and 40 for a High Distinction."

I quickly calculated in my head.

Six subjects at High Distinction would yield 240 points per semester—not even half of what was needed for the first year. Clearly, excelling in coursework alone wouldn't be sufficient.

"For advanced units, the rewards are naturally higher: 35 for a Pass, 40 for a Credit, 45 for a Distinction, and 50 for a High Distinction."

"Club activities and participation will earn you between 50 to 100 points, depending on your level of engagement and the club's prestige."

"The most significant point contributions, however, come from missions. These range from simple escort duties to complex research expeditions, and dungeon subjugation. Based on difficulty, they're categorized from E to A rank."

He tapped the board again, revealing a new chart.

"E-rank missions yield 50 points, D-rank 100, C-rank 150, B-rank 200, and A-rank 250. These missions are posted weekly on the Mission Board in the central courtyard."

The point system was more complex than I'd anticipated, but it made sense. The academy wasn't just preparing scholars; it was training future leaders, researchers, and protectors of the magical world.

"Additionally, exceptional contributions to the academy or magical breakthroughs can earn Special Merit points, awarded at the discretion of faculty. These can range from 50 to 500 points depending on significance."

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"Any questions before I distribute your timetables?" Thornfield asked, surveying the room.

A few hands shot up, and he addressed each query with practiced efficiency.

Most questions centered around the specifics of mission assignments or club participation—practical concerns from students already planning their point acquisition strategies.

When the questions subsided, Thornfield reached into his satchel and withdrew a stack of crystalline cards.

"These are your personalized timetables. They'll adjust automatically if your schedule changes, so keep them with you at all times."

He began moving through the rows, placing a card on each desk.

The cards themselves were marvels of magical craftsmanship—thin as parchment but sturdy as steel, with text that seemed to float just above the surface.

As each student received their timetable, their expressions ranged from delight to dismay. Some immediately compared schedules with their neighbors, while others studied theirs in silence.

Elenore received hers with a gracious "Thank you, Professor," her golden eyes scanning the contents with quiet interest.

When Thornfield had distributed all but one card, he returned to the front of the classroom.

"You'll notice that your first-period classes differ based on your specializations and aptitudes. You're free to leave whenever you're ready."

The room filled with the sounds of chairs scraping and excited chatter as students gathered their belongings.

"Julian, why didn't you receive a timetable?"

Elenore approached me, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"I haven't selected my classes yet."

"Eh? really… Most first-years knew their choices before the term even began."

"Haha… I didn't know that, but you know this is my first day after all."

"I guess you're right,"

I didn't think she'd be asking me these things it was strange that she'd stoop to talk to someone as low as me.

"When you do decide, I'd like to know,"

"Why's that?"

"You're a special admissions student. Who wouldn't be curious about your plans?"

Her laughter was as light as her steps as she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Thornfield.

The professor regarded me with a knowing expression.

"The principal informed me you'd be without a set timetable for now."

I nodded, appreciating his directness.

"For this week, you're permitted to attend any class that interests you, provided it's first or second year. Think of it as a trial period."

"And if an instructor objects?"

I already anticipated some kind of resistance from teachers given that my status and sudden arrival caught almost everyone off guard.

"Show them this."

He handed me a small, black ID card that glistened ominously in the light.

"Most will recognize what it means, but it never hurts to remind them."

"Oh and take this."

He passed me a folded map.

"This should help you navigate. Keep it—it will be useful."

Thornfield gave me a final nod before turning back to his papers. Taking it as my cue, I left the room.

I navigated the bustling corridors of the academy, consulting the map until I reached the Quaestor block.

The plaque outside one of the lecture rooms read 'Advanced Magical Theory session.' Exactly what I'd been searching for.

***

If there was any course that might teach me something new, it had to be this one.

Advanced Magical Theory could provide insights beyond what I'd heard of in the original novel.

Maybe if I try hard enough, the information I learn here might help me create a unique magic of my own someday.

But first, I needed to determine if these lessons were worth the investment or if they'd be too elementary for someone like me.

Though I had to be careful; even if the material was basic, I still needed to meet the academy's standards to avoid expulsion.

Taking a breath, I walked through the automatic doors.

Ang…

"You got to be kidding me…"

Inside, my heart sank.

Francine and Franz were already there—two figures I would have preferred to avoid.

They were basically the two colossal giants that collided almost in every arc competing for that number one spot within the honors rankings.

I found it unbelievable that Franz still managed to beat Francine given she had 81 lives to prepare for this moment.