Chapter 282: The Self-Cultivation of a Prophet (3k)
The students looked up at the sky, all extremely shocked.
Not only was the moon dim when they climbed the spiral staircase, but even when Professor Metia drove the pumpkin carriage through the ceiling into the classroom, they had noticed that the moon wasn’t particularly bright.
But in such a short time, the night sky seemed to have changed its curtain, and the moon, which was the centerpiece, became larger and rounder.
This made people unable to help but have an illusion that Professor Metia had performed some kind of earth-shattering magic!
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Dark squinted and observed the moon, slightly lost in thought.
Throughout history, many so-called “miracles” were displayed like this.
But in reality, it was likely just a natural phenomenon of the clouds dispersing and revealing the moon.
Professor Metia had just seized that moment perfectly.
A qualified prophet always grasped various opportunities to showcase themselves.
Their “predictions” were often not real “divinations,” but rather precise speculations based on extensive knowledge about various phenomena.
After all, each “divination” required a considerable cost.
If they predicted every event, true prophets would have long since disappeared.
Dark vaguely remembered a famous magician once saying that the core of magic was performance; every skilled magician was a competent actor.
And as he gradually understood the profession of a prophet, he realized that prophets were also actors!
In that case, wasn’t Lil’Eevee, who excelled in the “Ultimate Skill? Mimic,” naturally a prophet?
“Emmm…”
“Blub blub?”
Inside the magi card, Lil’Eevee looked up at the night sky under Dark’s manipulation, her little face full of curiosity.
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Suddenly.
A transparent film like water appeared from the opened ceiling.
Strange rays of light shot out from the four edges, dividing the falling moonlight into tiny pieces, scattering and projecting them before everyone.
Professor Metia waved her wand, using special magic for fine adjustments.
On each student’s desk, a small night sky appeared.
The moon floated in the clouds, seen gathering and dispersing.
Sometimes it was hidden in the clouds, sometimes it shone brightly.
Students showed expressions of astonishment, their attention shifting from the moon in the sky to the projection on the desks.
At first glance, it seemed as if the sky’s scene had been transferred to the table.
People couldn’t help but stretch out their hands carefully, trying to touch and hold it, their excited fingers trembling slightly.
…
This skillful projection magic was far beyond ordinary people’s reach.
It was like the “moon in the well” or “flowers in the mirror,” truly astonishing.
“How beautiful!”
The girls’ voices were filled with delight.
Although the boys didn’t make a fuss, each one was equally excited.
Humans are so emotional.
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“The moon is a particularly important part of the stars.”
“Since ancient times, people have observed the stars and worshipped the sun and moon because the stars possess divine power.”
“Predicting fate from the trajectory of star movements is part of astrology.”
Professor Metia’s voice was like the quiet forest stream, flowing gently and piercing the heart, making people remember it unconsciously.
“Tonight, our topic will be predicting the future from the moon.”
“Now, let us observe the moon closely…”
“Mm, Emma Maltis, do you have any questions?”
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Emma raised her hand and said, “Professor, is there no specific method? I mean, something like a spell?”
Metia couldn’t help but smile as she narrowed her eyes. “Yes, there is. But it’s not something beginners can use. What we need now is to find that initial feeling.”
She raised her hand, forming a circle with her thumb and index finger, giving a slight hint.
In fact…
Divination is a talent.
Some are born knowing, some have divine eyes, and if they can see, they can succeed.
Without these talents, one cannot see anything.
But the potential of the human brain is hard to measure.
Related talents cannot be expressed as directly as mana.
Therefore, it is difficult to determine whether someone has the talent for divination.
This gives more people room for imagination.
Some so-called “prophets” rely on a bit of pitiful obsession to support themselves until old age, but ultimately achieve nothing, surviving only through acting and deception.
In any case…
After getting her answer, Emma sat down.
The students all widened their eyes, observing the moon on their desks even more seriously.
Whether they could find that initial feeling and see something…
Dark didn’t see anything!
He blinked, trying his best to discern the moon’s surface details from the desktop, but the moon’s pixels were clearly insufficient.
No matter how carefully he looked, he could only see the moon’s brightness changes, slight movements, surrounding clouds, and occasionally flashing stars in the quiet night.
He couldn’t imagine how to deduce fragmented futures from this information.
Perhaps he truly lacked this talent.
Or maybe he had lost his childhood innocence and could no longer learn astrology.
But幸好他还有暖心的小伊布！
Dark turned the stand around, placing it on the edge of the desk facing him.
Then he placed 【Magical Beast: Eevee】 on the stand, allowing Eevee to clearly see the changes in the moon.
“Did you notice anything?”
Dark injected mana into the tip of the magic pen and poked Eevee’s forehead.
But Eevee shook her head like a tambourine, looking at him pleadingly.
“Don’t rush.”
Dark was still very patient, especially when supervising others…
“Blub blub!!”
“Pouting won’t work.”
Dark poked her little ears again.
Making Eevee look sad.
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After several minutes of silent observation.
The young mages who hadn’t seen anything began whispering among themselves.
The classroom gradually filled with more chaotic sounds.
Metia’s gaze swept across the entire classroom, finally settling on Eudora.
Carefully sensing, she noticed the atmosphere centered around her was gradually changing.
She seemed to be immersed in some feeling.
Professor Metia nodded slightly, then introduced a projection onto her own lectern and clapped her hands. “There is no limit to the knowledge of divination. Astrology is just one aspect. To learn astrology, imagination is very important.
First, we need to let our minds wander freely, seeing deer where there are horses, green on the sun, and star charts on humans…”
“A diviner is rational, but a beginner is emotional.”
“Let your mind go free, think as much as you want, and make everything wonderful!”
Metia lightly tapped her wand, and the night sky on the desktop suddenly changed. The dark night background seemed to turn into ink, engulfing everything like a wave, eventually transforming into a spherical three-dimensional starry sky.
From that starry sky, moonlight shot out a beam, connecting all the stars to form a twinkling star chart, magnificent and splendid.
…
Just with this, someone in the classroom suddenly entered a state, and many students’ desktop skies had subtle changes.
Professor Metia continued to tap the star chart and then lit nine stars in sequence: “Nine is the ultimate number, and tonight there will be nine shining stars.”
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At this moment, a burst of dazzling starlight erupted on Eudora’s desk!
The starlight that spread the night sky and illuminated the darkness flickered frequently, as if time had accelerated.
Eudora spread her hands, her white and tender face filled with bewilderment.
Her eyes, at some point, were dyed black, with glittering stars dotting within, mysterious and profound.
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Professor Metia suddenly narrowed her eyes, and the silver moon at the bottom of her eyes gradually rose.
The young mages present were even more startled.
Eudora’s classmates around her looked at her as if they were meeting her for the first time, showing unusually astonished expressions, then couldn’t help but step back.
All the focus in the classroom was concentrated on her.
Dark didn’t forget to turn the card face towards Eudora, though he was somewhat prepared, he was still surprised.
Even if he had never seen it firsthand, he could guess that this was a sign of “divination”!
Unlike Professor Metia’s casual predictions during her first lecture, Eudora’s “divination” was likely formal.
Her eyes revealed stars, she was observing fate!
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“Ah!”
Suddenly, a scream.
Eudora’s face instantly distorted, showing pain.
The stars in her eyes became disordered.
The starry sky in front of her swept like a storm.
A sudden burst of solemn and terrifying atmosphere erupted.
Silently, it pushed away the surrounding noble academy students.
Chaos broke out.
Some panicked, some excited.
At this moment, almost everyone realized that Eudora was performing “divination”!
Her deskmate girl looked helpless, seeking help from Professor Metia.
But the professor simply raised her hand to signal silence.
Metia’s expression was equally serious.
A diviner’s “first prediction” is actually very dangerous.
Because no one knows what kind of price she needs to pay for it.
Each diviner pays a different price at different stages.
Some diviners even need to pay with their lives for their first divination!
Their “predictions” are their “last words”!
But if the divination is interrupted at this moment, it will cause backlash.
Of course, Metia would never do such a thing.
Every true diviner needs to experience the “first time,” which is unavoidable, and the first step to reaching great heights.
Eudora is taking her first step.
This is good!
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“Bang!”
The starry sky on the desktop suddenly exploded.
Eudora’s eyes instantly widened, her pink lips slightly open, emitting soundless words slowly.
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