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Flinging Rocks at Bureaucrats in a Magical Academy
Flinging Rocks at Bureaucrats in a Magical Academy
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He can’t conjure grief, can barely levitate a pebble, and once submitted a stanza instead of a spell schematic. Meet Fabrisse Kestovar: aspiring thaumaturge rock collector, confirmed pastry enthusiast, professional bird whisperer, and perhaps the least emotionally competent student in the Order’s seven-hundred-year history.
Which makes it all the more confusing when an ancient magical relic suddenly wakes up after forty-seven years of silence, launches itself across a holy sanctum, and crashes into his face.
Now bonded to a forgotten epochal calibration system buried beneath layers of ritual and myth, Fabrisse gains access to the PRAXIS NODE, a long-dormant, possibly AI-driven interface that delivers cryptic quests, sarcastic prompts, and calibration objectives measured in light-years. He has a Legacy Token, no combat thresholds, and a growing collection of useless rocks the system insists are ‘historically significant.’
He’s also the only one who can see any of it.
Features:
Weak to less weak to (maybe) strong MC
A magic system based on emotional resonance
A cosmic tutorial disguised as a sacred rite
System messages with a personality disorder
Balance between crunchy numbers and intuitive magic learning
Slow-burn progression, and slow-burn romance (possibly, not sure yet)
Spell mnemonics that rhyme on purpose
A chosen one who really, really shouldn’t be
And the ugliest magic rocks you’ve ever seen
Find me on my Discord server (a shared server with other fics I write)!
He can’t conjure grief, can barely levitate a pebble, and once submitted a stanza instead of a spell schematic. Meet Fabrisse Kestovar: aspiring thaumaturge rock collector, confirmed pastry enthusiast, professional bird whisperer, and perhaps the least emotionally competent student in the Order’s seven-hundred-year history.
Which makes it all the more confusing when an ancient magical relic suddenly wakes up after forty-seven years of silence, launches itself across a holy sanctum, and crashes into his face.
Now bonded to a forgotten epochal calibration system buried beneath layers of ritual and myth, Fabrisse gains access to the PRAXIS NODE, a long-dormant, possibly AI-driven interface that delivers cryptic quests, sarcastic prompts, and calibration objectives measured in light-years. He has a Legacy Token, no combat thresholds, and a growing collection of useless rocks the system insists are ‘historically significant.’
He’s also the only one who can see any of it.
Features:
Weak to less weak to (maybe) strong MC
A magic system based on emotional resonance
A cosmic tutorial disguised as a sacred rite
System messages with a personality disorder
Balance between crunchy numbers and intuitive magic learning
Slow-burn progression, and slow-burn romance (possibly, not sure yet)
Spell mnemonics that rhyme on purpose
A chosen one who really, really shouldn’t be
And the ugliest magic rocks you’ve ever seen
Find me on my Discord server (a shared server with other fics I write)!
- Chapter 1 : Bunsen was a good dog
- Chapter 2 : That is a stone
- Chapter 3 : I can go into theoretical strata research if I know enough about rocks
- Chapter 4 : The Eidralith has, for forty-seven years, done absolutely nothing
- Chapter 5 : Did anyone else see the box fly at my face?
- Chapter 6 : Calibrating meat vessel
- Chapter 7 : This interface is referred to as the System, not “glyph”
- Chapter 8 : 54% Determination + 29% Stupenstone Core + 14% Pacing Synchronization = Burden of Stones
- Chapter 9 : Why are you casting spells with your armpits?
- Chapter 10 : Synod forgive me, I’ve lit my sister on fire
- Chapter 11 : Quadraligned Fabrisse Kestovar, Binder of Realms, Slayer of Paperwork
- Chapter 12 : Primary Aether Path: Celestial Hoarding
- Chapter 13 : Hi, Fabriiii~
- Chapter 14 : Why don’t you have a single skill that deals damage?
- Chapter 15 : I found your freckles!
- Chapter 16 : Why’s the mnemonic so cringy?
- Chapter 17 : He still looks like a wet goblin
- Chapter 18 : Oh, I am the stuff
- Chapter 19 : I will show you
- Chapter 20 : What it really does
- Chapter 21 : Emotional Memory Recovered: Determined Shame
- Chapter 22 : Are you just spinning it in a circle?
- Chapter 23 : He launched the Stone with resonance, intent, concordance!
- Chapter 24 : Cope, seethe, mald
- Chapter 25 : The wards on this window are outdated and very climbable
- Chapter 26 : Do I look like a bird to you?
- Chapter 27 : Distraction is a failure of internal discipline
- Chapter 28 : It started when I smashed my face into a stack of pebbles
- Chapter 29 : You were so still, the Archive categorized you as a shelf
- Chapter 30 : I need to borrow Kestovar
- Chapter 31 : I didn’t expect him to be . . . short
- Chapter 32 : “Quack,” the bird said
- Chapter 33 : I’ll need to smack Cuman in the head soon
- Chapter 34 : Show me you’re serious
- Chapter 35 : Drink 2 liters of water a day
- Chapter 36 : Gimme my WATER!
- Chapter 37 : That looks like a doodle
- Chapter 38 : I can’t compete with real effort
- Chapter 39 : Stone Thaumaturgy is stupid
- Chapter 40 : Kestovar. You’re with me.
- Chapter 41 : Is it narcissism if I am actually just better than everyone?
- Chapter 42 : Severa Montreal aura farming
- Chapter 43 : Stand against the wind
- Chapter 44 : What if High Instructants become collectibles?
- Chapter 45 : It was, unfortunately, a chicken
- Chapter 46 : It was imperative that Cuman got stoned
- Chapter 47 : Then they retreat dramatically into the sunset
- Chapter 48 : She eats pie too?
- Chapter 49 : I don’t want to hear your excuses unless it’s ‘chip chip’
- Chapter 50 : The whole world has a personal vendetta against me!
- Chapter 51 : Rock-solid performance
- Chapter 52 : Shortcuts are for show-offs and corpses
- Chapter 53 : Assistant Hajin told me to, uh, meditate
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