Alren passed the irrelevant parents, opening a room and waiting for me.

"My name is Winton Radcliffe, and my wife's name..."

I walked past, disregarding the specimen's parents.

Alren grumbled, looking down at the specimen who resided on his bed. "He's normal, too normal." Biting his nail, he shrugged. "The specimen is three feet and three inches, black hair, and quite underweight-"

"No shit Alren, tell me something I can't see."

He looked away. "I'm sorry, but I don't think there's anything I can tell you..."

Pushing Alren aside, I examined the boy, witnessing something far from extraordinary. It was merely a boy who seemed to be in some type of coma. If I didn't know the boy's parents weren't mages, then I'd think he was a regular mage.

It all seemed normal, too normal.

I further observed the specimen, using my wind magic to surround him. I tried to sense anything peculiar with my Arial perception, but I couldn't distinguish anything out of the ordinary.

'There's only one possibility left,' I thought, turning my head towards the parents, who quietly watched us.

I grew an angered expression, shouting. "It's time to get my suspicion out of the way. Mother of Wryn Radcliffe, have you cheated on your husband?"

The specimen's father stormed into the room, his eyes wide open. "Aria would never do such a thing! How dare you!"

"Silence, why won't you?" I held my hand in the air, concealing the husband's mouth, disabling him from producing any volume.

"Ma'am, have you cheated on your hus-"

Aria followed her husband, shouting. "I would never do such a thing! You dare accuse me of-"

"Shut up," holding my hand in the air, I concealed the wife from speaking as well.

Both the parents miserably tried clutching the air-magic concealing their mouth, but of course, they failed, charging towards me. Controlling their oxygen pathways, I made them hallucinate from the lack of air. "Alren, leave the room and close the door."

Alren at first glanced at me in question but quickly followed my orders, closing the door.

'If I can't make you guys talk, then I will force you guys to show me.' I set a wind barrier around me, preventing any unwanted attention. The barrier allowed no one to view or hear what was occurring, giving me time to use my divergence magic.

Placing my hands on Aria's head, I closed my eyes, reading her past like a book. I proceeded to do the same with her husband, scanning through all his memories. My divergence magic allowed me to delve into the past of someone.

So why? Why was there nothing regarding the parents cheating or the specimen achieving magic? It became evident that the wife didn't cheat and that the individuals didn't form a ploy to create a mage from a non-mage.

That then brought up the question: how did no one know about the specimen's control over magic? Every mage could identify another mage, but even the nurse who delivered the specimen couldn't tell that the boy was a mage. Nurses were meant to do two things: heal the woman and register if the child was a mage or not. I even researched the nurse who delivered the specimen; she was an expert. There was no way that she would mistake a mage for a non-mage. Even Commander Goode would have realized if the boy was a mage, but he hadn't...

Nearing the specimen and placing my hand on his head, I began reading his mind. Inserting more mana to my peripheral and turning it into magic, I broke through a theoretical mountain, yet another stood ahead. It was impossible to uncover, almost like using a spoon to dig through it. The thoughts were unattainable, so I viewed the small events like eating, walking, and even taking a piss. The specimen's memory left more questions than it did answers.

"You damn rat," I whispered, slamming my fist onto the specimen's chest. Breaking the barrier, I woke up the Radcliffes and shouted. "Alren, you may enter the room."

The Radcliffes woke up in a dangerously angry state, staring me down.

Sighing, I conceded. "Before you even speak, let me say something. The importance your son holds is unfathomable. Do you know how many non-mages we have in this country?" Pausing, I fixed my gaze at the specimen. "Imagine if they could also gain control over magic. A mage can't be produced from two non-mages, yet Wryn is an anomaly. I necessitate discovering how Wryn has gained magic. Not just for my curiosity but for the sheer potential for our country. Imagine if we could obtain a population of sole mages, no nations would ever dare challenge us, beasts would be a problem of the past, innovations would skyrocket, and peace would truly be obtained."

I grabbed the specimen, picking him up. "We need to go outside, so follow me." Going outside and placing the specimen on the grass, I signaled the parents to stay near the house.

I then used my earthen magic to landlock the specimen's parents, sinking their feet in the ground, immobilizing them. "I'm sorry, but I can't have you guys interrupting me."

"What I'm about to do is only to test the specimen!" I neared the specimen, kneeling on the floor. "Alren, pay attention to all the movements the specimen performs, also make sure to record anything odd."

I expected some sort of retaliation from the parents, but no response came out of them, only a look of misery.

I placed my hands on the specimen, inserting raw magic, well technically inserting magic. The specimen's magic circuits filled, proceeding to enter his core. The magic coursed through him, yet he didn't portray anything special. He was just a regular mage who exhausted all their magic. It seemed as if all I was doing was fastening the process of magic recovery.

The specimen jolted up, breathing heavily then screaming. "Ahhhhh!" A surge of yellow magic encompassed his body, fluttering around him.

*POV: WRYN RADCLIFFE*

Opening my eyes, I witnessed a man almost on top of me. I panted for air, jumping up. "W-w-who are you?!"

The man backed away. "I'm Sylvar Vafaren." He pointed to himself, giving me a smile showing some of his teeth.

Breathing in and out, I muttered. "Who?"

"Professor Vafaren from the Academy of Fech," his smile lowered.

"Who?" I tightened my eyes, staring at him.

The man tugged his lips to the right, rubbing his temple.

While observing the man, I glimpsed at something... Gaping at my mother and father, I yelled. "Mother! Father!" Nearing the dubious Professor, I pointed at him. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

"I already told you, Professor Vafaren from the Academy of Fech. I'm here to test-"

Before the so-called Professor could utter any more words, I used the opportunity, dashing forward and thinking. 'Not even the strongest man could withstand such an attack.' I swang my right leg towards his groin, accelerating my kick even faster.

I inched closer and closer towards the man's groin, everything seeming to slow down.

"Oh? Alren, you better be getting data from this," the man snickered as my kick hit him in the groin.

I gulped, staring at his lower area. "How are you fine! Who the hell are you?"

The Professor gritted his teeth. "If you ask me that one more time, I'll kill you. Now, if you could calm down and look at your body, then maybe we could get somewhere. You and your damn family are so frantic."

I lowered my head, looking at my body as it radiated with a lightning-like material. Glaring at my body, I tumbled to the floor. "What is this?!" I tried grabbing and taking off the material, but the sparks wouldn't budge.

The Professor closed his eyes. "I'm Professor Vafaren."

I stood up, pointing to my parents, also noticing a weird male taking notes next to them. "How is your rank as a Professor correlated to my parents being held in such a manner?" Pressing my lips together, I snapped. "If you are a so-called Professor, then can you let go of my parents?!"

The Professor chuckled, shaking his hand in the air. "If you beat me, then I'll let them go."

The individual named Alren interjected. "Professor, this isn't the brightest idea."

My parents also shouted. "Professor, please do what you want with us, but don't hurt Wryn!"

The Professor placed his hand on his head. "You really are useless, Alren. Oh well, that will cost you a 50% pay cut." The Professor created a barrier of some sort around us, made out of air. He then threw small orbs out of his pockets that turned into a light source.

Light also emitted off me, but the light from the Professor's orbs was more immense.

Heckling, he clapped. "It's alright! Let's have a little bit of fun."

I glared at my hands as the lightning-like material flowed on me. I tried to control whatever was flowing through me, but to no avail, I failed.

The Professor scrutinized. "Any day now! Are you going to attack, or should I commence!"

"Why would I fight you with all due respect?" I rubbed my neck, closing my eyes. "I'll obviously lose."

The Professor patted my shoulders. "Do you want to save your parents?!"

Opening my eyes wide open, I turned my head, jumping back. I moved my hands in front of my body. 'How the hell did he get so close to me.'

In my old world, I learned karate, and I got into a plethora of fights, not that I was proud of them. So all I had to do was emulate my inner Muhammad Ali, right?

"Where did you learn such janky fighting? Your stance is impertinent and defamatory of fighting," he said, shaking his head.

Ignoring the Professor, I moved my feet latterly, trying to mimic boxers. I twisted my torso, locking my left leg to the floor, extending my right hand towards the Professor.

"You'll need to do better," he yawned, grabbing my punch with one of his hands. He gripped my first, causing me to fall onto the floor. The Professor let go of my hand, kicking me to the barrier, which caused me to get flung forward. The rotating wind barrier caused my shirt to rip, but that was the least of my concern.

"Why not use your magic? Better yet, when did you learn that you could use magic!" He smiled.

I quivered, holding my arm. "Please just end this, I don't know how to use magic, and I never learned it!"

"Oh, you idiotic rat, you'll need to be better than this if you want your parents to live."

"What the hell do you not get with me saying that I don't know how to use magic!" I tried to assert the message, but I lowered my lips, squinting my eyes out of fear. 'Did he call me rat?!'

I squinted my eyes, gaping at him. "You know about the den?"

The man raised his eyebrow, whispering. "What are you talking about, damn rat." He closed his eyes, muttering. "Whatever."

"10, 9, 8, 7"

I stood up, limping. "What are you counting down!"

"6,5,4,3"

I snarled, clenching my fist. "Damn it!!! I'm going to KILL you!"

"That's the spirit," the Professor applauded.

I ran towards the Professor at a speed which I never could before. Directing a punch towards the inhumane being, I roared. "DIE!"

The Professor twirled around the punch, patting me on the shoulders. "Nice try, but you have to do better. I'm not even using magic, and you're losing." He shrugged. "If you don't make this interesting, then I'll simply kill you all."

My forehead wrinkled as I begged. "What the hell do you want me to do?! Use magic!"

The Professor mocked. "Quite literally, yes!"

Closing my eyes, I prayed for a miracle. "Please, if there is any deity out there, give me control over magic."

Instead, I was rudely awakened with a punch to my face that slung me across towards the barrier. I hit the wind barrier, which flung me forward, hitting the ground face first.

"I would be lying if I said you weren't using magic. You are currently fully augmenting yourself with magic, but why can't you control it," He said, approaching me. "Well, it's simple since your magic circuits aren't fully functional. During our fight, I noticed your circuits were somewhat functional, but my suspicions are confirmed with my last tap on you."

The Professor once again put his hands on me. But this time, I felt as if I overdosed on caffeine.

Eyes wide open, I asked. "What did you do!?"

The Professor smiled. "I just added magic to your semi-dead circuits, so you're welcome."

I could feel something coursing through me. It all became so clear! It all made sense. "I'm magic!"

"Are you alright, kid? You may have hit your head too hard..."

Not answering the Professor, I walloped towards him, bringing back my fist for a punch.

"Do you believe this is using magic?" He said, disappointed. "Pathetic, your magic lacks, and so does your fighting, meaning you truly are subpar!"

*BANG*

I punched the Professor! I hit him!

No, I hit an earth wall...

The Professor laughed, walking around the earth wall. "You lack control and conjuring magic. You truly are similar to a newborn baby since your magic is useless!"

I punched the earth wall again. "What do you expect from me? For crying out loud, I just learned that I even have magic!"

"You don't understand the importance you serve, do you? You are a tool that can be used to advance civilization towards bounds never contemplated. Imagine a world where non-mages become mages. Wryn, this is your purpose! You will be the savior for all non-mages."

I laughed. "Why would I be the savior for a world that I don't even know! Even more for a world that treats me like second-tier trash. You are a testament to how lesser people are treated!"

The Professor refuted. "Oh, but at least, you will be treated like second tier-trash and not trash. Don't you see, not only will you allow for our country to flourish, but you'll end this stigma regarding non-mages!" He came closer to me, asking me. "So rat, do you accept becoming less trashier?"

I wasn't in a position to refute the man in front of me, so the choice became clear. "I-I-I, accept."

In an instant, I glimpsed a flash of draft hit me, coming from the Professor's palm. The world slowly enveloped into black as I fell to the floor, sleeping.