Jack and his family made their way toward the newly established Jakartha City Academy. The towering structure loomed ahead, an architectural marvel of stone and enchanted metal, adorned with intricate carvings representing each Production Class. Golden inscriptions pulsed faintly under the morning sun, their glow synchronized with the subtle hum of latent magic, a quiet, rhythmic thrum like the heartbeat of the academy itself.
It was a place where knowledge and craftsmanship intertwined, where the forge of creation met the mysteries of arcane mastery.
As Jack stepped through the academy's grand gates, his heart pounded
Ba-dump... Ba-dump…
Mirroring the anticipation that surged within him. The very air shifted an invisible current of ambition and determination crackled through the courtyard like static before a storm.
Before him stretched a vast, open space brimming with hundreds of eager youths, their faces a mix of nervous excitement and unwavering resolve.
Chatter... Murmurs... The rustle of parchment...
Two orderly lines snaked through the grounds one for boys, the other for girls both leading toward the grand registration hall. The rhythmic shuffle of feet against polished stone echoed beneath the towering archways.
Some whispered in hushed voices about their chosen professions, while others adjusted their attire, making last-minute fixes to appear as presentable as possible. The scent of fresh parchment and ink mingled with the faint metallic tang of enchanted tools as academy staff diligently recorded names and details.
Overhead, the academy's sigil a blazing anvil encircled by a ring of arcane symbols shimmered in the light, humming with an ethereal resonance. It radiated an unspoken promise: those who walked through these halls would forge their own path, shaping their destiny through sweat, skill, and sorcery.
Jack inhaled deeply, clenching his fists as he took his place in line. The journey ahead would be anything but easy, yet as the world of Production Classes unfolded before him, he knew one thing for certain.this was where his next chapter truly began.
Jack inhaled deeply, his sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd. Some youths fidgeted with their robes, hands clenching nervously at the fabric. Others whispered amongst themselves, their voices hushed yet tinged with excitement. A few stood motionless, their gazes locked onto the grand doors ahead, as if already envisioning their future within the academy's walls.
Clank!
A heavy metal gate slammed shut behind them, its resounding echo reverberating through the courtyard. The sound carried a finality, a silent proclamation that there was no turning back now.
Time crawled as Jack waited in line, the minutes stretching into eternity. Each slow step forward only magnified the weight in his chest. The closer he moved toward the registration desk, the more he could feel the unspoken tension, the weight of ambition and expectation hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.
Strangers' gazes flickered over him, some assessing, others indifferent. He could see it in their eyes, some carrying pride, standing tall with an unshakable confidence. Others bore the raw determination of those who sought to carve their own path, their clenched fists betraying their resolve.
Finally, after what felt like an age, Jack stepped forward.
Behind the towering registration desk, a regal-looking official observed him with an air of quiet authority. He was draped in a long robe embroidered with shimmering runes, each thread pulsating faintly with arcane energy. His sharp, analytical gaze lingered on Jack for a moment before he spoke.
"Name and identification."
Jack wordlessly handed over his Otherworlders Ascendants Association ID. The official took it with practiced ease, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined the details. A moment of silence. A flicker of recognition. Then, a nod of approval.
"Now, which Production Class do you wish to enroll in?"
He gestured toward an ornate board behind him, its surface illuminated with golden inscriptions listing the sixteen available specializations. The intricate script shimmered, as if each class carried a will of its own, urging potential students to choose wisely.
Jack's pulse quickened. This was it. The decision that would shape his future.
The vast list of classes flashed behind the academy administrator, each offering endless possibilities:
1. Alchemist – Masters of potion-making, elixirs, and transmutation, refining raw materials into potent substances that enhance magic, fortify the body, or create devastating poisons.
2. Blacksmith – Forgers of weapons, armor, and magical artifacts, imbuing creations with elemental properties, unbreakable durability, and divine blessings.
3. Enchanter – Specialists in embedding magic into objects, granting weapons and armor unique properties self-repair, elemental strikes, or impenetrable defenses.
4. Rune Scribe – Carvers of ancient runes and glyphs onto scrolls, equipment, and battlegrounds, summoning barriers, formations, and arcane enhancements.
5. Artificer – Magi-technicians who construct magical devices, automatons, and weapons, fusing technology with spellcraft for unparalleled innovation.
6. Tailor – Weavers of enchanted fabrics and magical attire, crafting robes, cloaks, and armor with abilities like invisibility and elemental resistance.
7. Beast Breeder – Tamers and enhancers of magical creatures, selectively breeding to strengthen their powers and evolve them into formidable beings.
8. Herbalist – Experts in cultivating and refining magical herbs, creating potent potions, antidotes, and biological enhancements through nature's bounty.
9. Inscriptionist – Masters of spell scrolls and sealing techniques, capable of binding spirits and storing powerful magic for future use.
10. Jewelcrafter – Crafters of mystical gemstones infused with mana, bestowing wearers with amplified abilities and elemental affinities.
11. Formation Master – Engineers of large-scale magical arrays, barriers, and rituals, capable of altering battlefields and summoning powerful entities.
12. Puppeteer – Artisans of enchanted puppets and constructs, controlling them as extensions of their will in battle and utility.
13. Talisman Maker – Creators of divine paper charms and sigils that offer protection, offensive magic, and the ability to seal powerful beings.
14. Poison Master – Experts in deadly toxins and curses, crafting venoms that bypass defenses and inflict slow, devastating effects.
15. Spirit Binder – Mystics who form contracts with spirits, binding them to objects or themselves to wield ethereal power.
16. Sheer – It's a rare Production Class specializing in future prediction through mystical weaving. By intertwining threads of fate, they create enchanted tapestries, fabrics, or patterns that reveal glimpses of possible futures.
Jack's choice was clear.
"I choose Alchemist and Blacksmith," he declared firmly, his voice unwavering.
A brief silence followed. Then
Fwoosh!
The quill in the official's hand flicked across the enchanted parchment with swift precision, inscribing Jack's choices in shimmering golden ink. The moment the final stroke was made, the parchment folded itself midair with an elegant rustle before vanishing in a burst of silver light, sealed away in the academy's archives.
The official raised an eyebrow, a glint of interest in his otherwise stoic expression. "A rare combination," he mused. "Both paths demand patience, precision, and unwavering dedication." He studied Jack for a moment longer before offering a firm nod.
"Your classes will commence next week. Attendance is mandatory; failure to appear will result in immediate expulsion." His tone was sharp, carrying the weight of authority. "Do not squander this opportunity."
Jack exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. It was done.
As he turned and strode out of the registration hall, the weight in his chest shifted from pressure to exhilaration. The uncertainty of the unknown loomed ahead, but the fire in his veins burned brighter.
The moment he stepped outside, his family and Ava were waiting for him. The instant their eyes met, he caught the flicker of anticipation in their gazes.
A beat of silence then his lips curled into a small, triumphant smile.
"It's done."
Emma clapped her hands together, her face lighting up with pride. "Congratulations, Jack!"
James stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder. "You've taken your first step toward true mastery," he said, his voice carrying both warmth and conviction.
Ava smirked, arms crossed. "Now don't slack off," she teased. "I expect to see some enchanted weapons and potions soon."
Jack chuckled, the weight of the moment settling within him. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with trials, challenges, and untold discoveries.
But one thing was certain
His journey had truly begun towards new knowledge of production classes.
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To Be Continued…!!