My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

"Come in, let me show you around the Rune Building." Tron thought for a while before nodding his head in response.

The two of them ended up entering through the entrance and was greeted by a magnificent sight. The interior was about three times larger than what was in the outside. Although it wasn't as impressive as the Arcane Pantheon, it was still majestic in it's own way.

As they walked, Lana initiated small talks and started asking a bunch of questions about him.

Tron answered what he could and things he shouldn't and simply shrugged most time.

"So what class do you major in?"

As she asked this questions, Tron was stomped. He couldn't attend lectures hence, he has absolutely no idea what movie is.

"What's a class?" With this question, the entire Rune hall seemed to have turned quiet as some of the nearby student turned towards him.

Tron's eyes twitched as he coughed, relieving himself, of the embarrassment. Lana seemed to have witnessed this and simply chuckled. Her smile making the sun dim as she lightened the entire building.

"I thought you might have started to attend lectures as the Entrance Examination Was three days ago."

"Something important came up that I needed to attend to, taking up most of my time. Which made me miss the lectures." Tron explained. And although it wasn't a detailed explanation, it was still close to the truth.

"Alright, let me explain the classifications to you then."

"Discovering arcane energy several thousands years ago made us develop multiple paths to become a magus. They are classified into Classes."

"The most popular path is of course the true magus path. However there are many people whose body and talents are more suitable for other paths and would reach greater heights in  that path than the true arcane path."

"The Beast warlock path, the Body Rune Magus path, the Bloodline path, the Monster Tamer path and the pure Rune master path."

"As for me, I'm a Rune master, hence why I work here part time to earn some arcane crystals to increase my meditation."

Lana finished speak as they arrived at the front of a large door.

Tron's eyes immediately opened to the hundreds of possibilities that had laid before him and he almost laughed out loud. At first, he had thought he would be the only odd one out in the entire academy's who fights using pure physical strength. But it appears that there are other Classes that also enhance their physique to become a magus.

"Here you go."

Lana suddenly opened the door and a laboratory was revealed. The equipment was vastly different from those in laboratories. But seemed like that of a tattoo artist instead.

Tron remained at the entrance of the room and stared at Lana in confusion.

"Didn't you come here to the Run Hall inscribed a rune?"

Her black skirt, flowed behind her like a banner, its silky material catching the breeze and sending shimmering waves of light dancing across the floor.

A worn, fitted leather jacket slung casually over her shoulder added a touch of rebellious flair to her outfit. Her knee-high boots, clicking out a rhythmic pattern on the stone floor.

As she moved, her hair seemed to come alive, wild curls springing out from her head like a tumble of autumn leaves, with a few loose strands framing her face like a delicate, golden halo. Her green eyes sparkled like diamonds in the soft light, as she pieced her gaze towards him.

Tron's mind temporarily went blank before immediately composing himself. Staring back at the statue, replied."You're right. Injust got admitted into the academy. "

The young lady walked forwards until she was shoulder to shoulder with Tron, chuckling softly as he cheeks morphed to formed two perfectly shaped dimples.

"This is a replica statue of the War God, Sir Asta. His battle records are legendary and the level of strength he possess are said to be myths. While he wasn't the first Rune Magus, he was the most powerful one to have existed as long as history dates back to. However, it's been a while since a Rune Magus was able to reach half  that level of strength "

Tron listened to her carefully. Her words made him really interested. He didn't think an ordinary statue possess this type of extraordinary background story.

"Who are you?" Tron directly asked her and didn't bother beating round the bush. He knew where he was and was well aware that no one did things out of the kindness of their hearts. Not every one was like Sethra.

The young lady appeared a bit surprised by Tron's bluntness and only spoke after a while. "People call me Lana around here and I'm a second-year student, nice to meet you."

She was second year? Which meant that she was at least a Rank-2 Twin-circle magus. She was even more powerful than Valtor and Xavier. Tron couldn't help but turn tkmlook at her once more. She certainly didn't look the type which made her even more dangerous.

"Oh, you can call me Tron." Tron replied neither respectful nor disrespectful. He was now a student and didn't have to greet anyone like the servant he was before.

"Tron? That's a nice name . I think I heard a rumor about an incident flying around along with that name. Can't really recall it." The young lady robbed her chin in thought and then waved her hand after sometime as though she didn't want to disturb her self, thinking too much about it.

""Come in, let me show you around the Rune Building." Tron thought for a while before nodding his head in response.

The two of them ended up entering through the entrance and was greeted by a magnificent sight. The interior was about three times larger than what was in the outside. Although it wasn't as in impressive as the Arcane pantheon, it was still impressive.

As they walked, Lana initiated small talks and started asking a bunch of questions about him.

Tron answered what he could and things he shouldn't and simply shrugged most time.

"So what class do you major in?"

As she asked this questions, Tron was stomped. He couldn't attend lectures hence, he has absolutely no idea what movie is.

"What's a class?" With this question, the entire Rune hall seemed to have turned quiet as some of the nearby student turned towards him.