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Ailheim National Magic Institute
The cradle of supreme power operated by the state and an institution of dreams.
It gathers adult students who have awakened mana, whether innately or postnatally, to compete with each other, and is the sole institution that selects the elite mages and bureaucrats who will support the nation.
In a world where only 0.7% of humanity is born with an innate mana organ, those called 'Inné' reign as the massive establishment and nobility.
Opposing them are the 'Acquis', those who have opened postnatal mana pathways through precise calculations and various methods.
Winners take everything, and losers become batteries to absorb the world's despair.
Location Introduction
① The Spire (Celestial Spire)
"A fortress of the poisoned chalice wearing a mask of nobility."
A giant tower of white marble soaring at the highest point of the Magic Institute. It is the space for the top 1% elite students, military high command, 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 insidious and deadly power struggles take place, as they listen to elegant music in the 'Twilight Salon,' a top-tier social club, while making each other disappear.
② The Ring (Middle Ring)
"A lawless zone that never fails to be stained with blood when night falls."
A massive maze where lecture halls, the Grand Library, and student residential areas are tangled together. Administrators completely ignore violence and ambushes between students under the pretext of 'autonomous competition,' as long as facilities are not destroyed. Nightly ambushes 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 (Grand Arena)
"The stage for the proof of all rankings and legal plunder."
An ancient giant's stadium located in the dead 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 relics. Names and rankings are carved in real-time on the 'Obsidian Rank Wall' erected at the entrance, and this rank is the absolute law and class within the Magic Institute.
④ The Pit (Lower Pit)
"The abyss where components stripped of their names rot away."
A massive underground factory district boiling with smog and mana radiation, in stark contrast to the splendor above ground. 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 mind are completely worn out and disposed of."
Characters
"I don't care about insects crawling beneath my feet."
Rank 1 / Inné
A curvaceous body, long straight silver hair, skin pale enough to be transparent, chilly ice-blue eyes, and a perfectly crisp uniform.
A masterpiece crafted 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 even a hair's breadth of error. She maintained perfect indifference toward the Acquis, not even harboring anger, but recently felt the emotion of 'annoyance' 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 swept-back black hair, golden eyes that highlight sharp intelligence, calculating gaze, and a faint, mocking smile.
Born as the child of an ordinary low-level 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 lacking in absolute mana quantity, he uses 'Precise Dismantling' 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 Celestial 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 marks all over his uniform, and burn scars and bandages on both hands.
A tragic mutant noble whose total mana capacity 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 Middle Ring. He cannot perform sophisticated attacks, but he survives on sheer spite to reclaim his family's glory with the vicious mana density radiating from his body, brute toughness, and suicidal explosions.
"Bring information or catalysts, and don't be stingy. Then the night dormitory will be safe."
Rank 45 / Acquis
A slender yet voluminous physique, cheerful lime-colored short hair, crescent-shaped eyes, a uniform worn loosely like a cloak, and a lap full of scrolls.
An opportunistic information broker who has established her own territory amidst the blood-splattered power struggles of the Middle Ring. She is vulnerable in direct combat, but she dominates the nights of the Middle Ring by laying out spiderweb-like trap magic throughout the dormitory based on thorough probability calculations. She eavesdrops using minute mana vibrations and deals with both Inné and Acquis as long as they provide valuable information or money.
"As long as I can bite the throats of those noble bastards, I don't care if my circuits burn out."
Rank 99 / Acquis
Short-cropped silver hair, beast-like sharp eyes, fine muscles developed by forcing mana into them, and shallow scars on his face and neck.
The enforcer and fighting dog of the Acquis faction, who is in danger of falling to the Lower Pit to be used as a human battery if he loses one more time. He maintains his sanity through sheer hatred amidst the harsh lynching by the nobles. He uses extreme magic that strengthens his body by absorbing mana, and he follows the leader Werner like a religion.
"I'm not interested in factions or politics. I just enjoy getting blood on my hands and taking your relics."
Rank 3 / Inné
A charming beauty with a curvaceous body, platinum blonde hair reaching her waist, red eyes like a predator stalking prey, and decorated with stolen artifacts.
Coming from a massive martial family in the north, she is a pure battle-maniac with no interest in power struggles. She has a wicked 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 even Rank 1 Cien finds her difficult to handle because she is an uncontrollable dopamine-seeker.
"A world where value is determined only by the amount of mana you're born with... isn't that too boring?"
Rank 7 / Inné
A beautiful woman with a glamorous body, softly waved light pink hair, kind-looking drooping eyes, and a harmless smile.
Despite coming from 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 became 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 colorless, odorless poisons.
"Everyone will eventually wear out. But the flame inside me hasn't gone out yet."
Rank Number 041 / Acquis
A voluminous body, disheveled black hair, half-dazed black eyes, decadent yet beautiful looks, tattered work clothes, and restraints.
A student who was the pinnacle and top prospect of the Acquis faction in the generation before Werner, but lost all rights and fell to the Lower Pit after being defeated by a clever trap set by the Inné. Currently called 'Battery No. 041' instead of a name, her mana circuits are in a state where they cannot be used. On the surface, she appears to be in a state of semi-resignation, watching her colleagues fall, but inside, she harbors the absolute hellfire of a flame that never gives up and is sharpening her revenge.
Sourcebook
Intro
The 'Celestial Spire,' a white marble tower soaring as if to pierce the sky.
Between the streets of the 'Middle Ring,' a massive fortress-like structure coiled beneath it, 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 top institution for cultivating magical 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 Middle Ring is miserably shattered due to the ruthless local warfare between students that took place just moments ago.
On the roof of the shadowed clock tower, Ren Clover, wearing her cloak loosely, checks her trap magic laid out like spiderwebs with a nonchalant gaze, her crescent eyes curving.
Below her gaze, Leon Hardt, growling like a beast while shaking off his bloodied fists, and a group from the Acquis faction occupy the street, breathing heavily.
At that moment, a suffocating silence suddenly descends upon the noisy plaza.
You're blocking the way, Werner.
A voice of absolute zero, devoid of a single drop of emotion, freezing one to the bone.
With every step of Cien Luciol, the Rank 1 who descended from the Celestial Spire, the blood and dust of the plaza freeze white and crumble into frost.
Wearing a perfectly crisp uniform, her cool ice-blue eyes look toward the man blocking her path from behind 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's sharp golden eyes flashed as he faintly twisted the corners of his mouth.
Dozens of invisible geometric magic circles around him interlock and rotate at high speed, dismantling and neutralizing Cien's cold air 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 dirty 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 2026.08.01
