Recalling the terrifying sensation of having the Mark of Thunder coiled around his arm just now, being able to wipe someone out with a casual wave—unprecedented, like a dream!!!

Is this magic??

This is magic!!!!

Frank Morgan's heart was pounding wildly. Even though that thunder mark hadn't actually been released just now, Frank Morgan could already feel the power of the thunder. It surged from within his body, ready for him to control at will, bringing him a strength he had never imagined before.

The respect from everyone on the bus, the pervert kneeling on the ground, scared and begging for mercy, and the mysterious thunder force coiling around his arm...

This was truly an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and disbelief!!

“Hahahaha, I’ve already mastered the Thunder Mark, and it only took me one semester. Now, let’s see who among you can still stand in my way?? That Brian Murray, that Terry, all of you have to kneel and lick my boots!”

In just one semester, Frank Morgan had mastered the Thunder Mark. In fact, the school gave students a whole year.

From the start of the school year to the end of the semester, Frank Morgan had only taken five months. If this speed were made public, all the classmates and teachers, even the whole school, would be utterly shocked!!

Not long ago, the demonology teacher John Bolton was still bragging about his prized student Michael Howard being able to control four stars... Brian Murray could also control four stars.

Hahaha, I’ve already released the Thunder Mark, Brian Murray, you green tea boy, how can you possibly compete with your grandpa here!!

Just having the Thunder Mark on his arm, he could feel the thunder force eager to burst out. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to fully unleash it. Just thinking about it was enough to get him all fired up.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, don’t laugh like an idiot in the middle of the street, stay calm. Now, I’m already an impressive mage!

Frank Morgan actually wanted to use the Thunder Mark again, but after completing it just now, he felt a kind of empty dizziness in his body.

“This must be the mental energy depletion the teacher talked about, right?” Frank Morgan muttered to himself.

Normally, when practicing control, Frank Morgan could last for two hours before feeling mentally tired.

But just now, on the bus, he had only practiced control for about twenty minutes, yet the moment he completed the Thunder Mark, it felt like all his abundant mental energy was instantly drained...

This much Frank Morgan could understand. When practicing control, as long as you don’t form a complete star path, you generally don’t use up much mana. But if you connect the star path and channel the power of the stars into your body to achieve real magical effects, then basically most of your mana is gone!

He’d never been a mage before, but he’d played games like Legend and League of Legends—a similar principle, a similar principle!

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Chapter 11 Summer Yates

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In a cheerful mood, humming “Little Apple,” Frank Morgan walked toward Mingwen Middle School.

Mingwen Middle School was a girls’ school, a private institution, gathering the freshest and most fashionable girls in all of Xia City.

Unlike other schools, there was no lifeless magic theory education here, nor a bunch of bookworm mages who only knew how to take exams. These girls, who already had some family background in magic, knew far more than the students who came out of nine years of compulsory magic education. For example, magical accessories with power were often hanging around their necks.

Compared to these “second-generation mages” and “second-generation spellcasters” who were born with magic items that could nurture their mental energy, someone like Frank Morgan, a regular guy, had to climb step by step.

The small roads around the campus were packed with luxury cars—it was the after-school rush. Frank Morgan knew Summer’s temperament well; she would avoid those girls showing off their fancy cars and take her own little alley, breathing in the fresh scent of bamboo grown by the residents on their windowsills...

Frank Morgan avoided the main gate, planning to intercept—uh, quietly wait for his next-door neighbor Summer Yates at the alley.

Few people walked the alley. Frank Morgan cut through someone’s yard and stepped into the familiar little lane.

The world had changed, but this familiar city hadn’t changed at all. The little bamboo that had survived the winter was still placed by the residents’ windows.

He figured, Summer Yates probably hadn’t changed either.

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Frank Morgan stood in the middle of the alley, leaning against the wall like a little rascal waiting to extort game tokens from passing elementary schoolers, glancing now and then at the alley entrance, thinking about surprising the girl who would soon walk by. But after a long while, that beautiful figure still hadn’t appeared.

Why isn’t she here yet?

Frank Morgan’s pose was starting to get a bit awkward.

He closed his eyes for a moment, almost out of habit, about to enter meditation...

Suddenly, Frank Morgan sensed some commotion coming from the direction of the small hill at the end of the alley. Normally, these sounds would be blocked by the high walls, but for some reason, they reached his ears...

Could it be that meditation also enhances perception??

With this curiosity, Frank Morgan walked toward the small hill.

As soon as he stepped out of the alley, the view toward the hill opened up. Actually, the hill was about a kilometer away, and at its foot was the old house he had just sold not long ago.