Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!-Chapter 15: It’s Good To Be Smart.

The breathtaking woman in blue and orange robes smiled faintly, the glow from the endless weaving threads making her look even more surreal, almost like a goddess giving a lecture to mere mortals.

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The threads around the stage slowly dimmed, folding neatly back into the multicolored orb in her hand like water being sucked into a drain, until finally, the room returned to normal brightness, and the buzzing awe that filled the students slowly turned into eager, buzzing curiosity.

She held up the glowing orb, now only the size of a grapefruit, and began pacing the stage with the easy, confident stride of someone who knew she could command the attention of thousands with a whisper.

"Understanding the Loom," she said, her voice carrying to the very edges of the room effortlessly,

"is only the first step. To weave, to manipulate these threads of existence, you must first learn to touch them. And to do that..." — she tapped the orb lightly — "you need to expand and strengthen your Mental Sea."

Instantly, murmurs broke out among the students, and even Ren found his analytical mind sharpening to full focus.

Mental Sea? He had already heard about this and was even close to evolving it back in the forge.

It sounded important. Very important.

The woman chuckled lightly, sensing the energy shift. "Your Mental Sea is the internal world of your mind and soul.

"It is where thoughts are born, where willpower is forged, and where your spirit touches the greater forces of the Loom.

"A shallow, impure sea means weak weaving. Your weaves would be clumsy, crude and short-lived. A vast, deep, pure and controlled Mental Sea, however..." — she smiled knowingly — "allows you to dance among the threads of the universe like a true master."

Ren's eyes gleamed with interest. So it's basically like a CPU, a hard drive, and a magical engine all at once, he thought, gears spinning wildly in his head.

If I train it properly, my capacity to control these threads will be insane.

The woman continued, her hands weaving faint motions in the air, trailing little lines of light as she spoke.

"Your emotions, your imagination and your mental stamina all feed into the stability of your Mental Sea. Anger, fear, distraction, all these cause disturbances.

"But calmness, focus, and ambition... they deepen it. Today, you will take your first real step: by making contact with the Loom through your Mental Sea."

She held up the orb higher, and this time, a soft vibration rippled through the room like a gentle pulse.

The orb wasn't just for show, it was some kind of bridge between their mortal minds and the massive, unknowable Loom.

"You will each come forward," the instructor announced. "You will place your hand on the Loom Orb, and you will try to extend your mind outward, across the space between yourself and the infinite weave of existence.

"Success is not guaranteed. It requires mental clarity. Determination. Willpower." She paused, letting the words sink into the crowd like a heavy stone into water.

"Only when you have made contact will you earn the right to call yourself a Weaver Apprentice. Only then does your true journey begin."

The room crackled with excitement and no small amount of nervousness.

Ren leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, watching everyone start to fidget.

Some girls were already whispering anxiously among themselves. A few were pale, swallowing hard. And the silver-haired girl in front of him?

She was perfectly calm, her back straight, her posture immaculate, as if she already knew she would succeed without even trying.

Ren smirked slightly to himself. 'No pressure,' he thought dryly. Then he shifted into full analytical mode. His brain started breaking everything down with rapid precision.

Based on the woman's words, the overall goal was to sense and gain control over their mental sea which would allow them touch the loom.

Touching the Loom requires mental extension. Probably a form of deep concentration mixed with visualization.

Fear and panic will cause noise and instability. Therefore, the optimal strategy is calm, detached focus, like solving a complex formula under pressure.

'Luckily, that's basically how I breathe.'

He tapped his fingers lightly against his armrest.

'Since Evolution Forge can evolve my mental sea, my reaction time, and my focus, I should have a much higher base chance of progressing faster as a weaver compared to normal candidates.'

'Plus, my past life experience with deep cognitive states gives me an edge.'

In short? He was ready.

Or, he would be.

The instructor clapped her hands once, the sharp sound snapping everyone's attention back to her.

"Since someone must go first..." — her amber eyes scanned the crowd, and the next second, Ren realized exactly what was about to happen — "You. Stand up."

The room turned to look.

She was pointing directly at Ren.

There was a tiny beat of silence, that awkward half-second where everyone was like, Wait, him? Then came the low ripples of murmurs from the crowd.

"Isn't that the new guy?"

"Why him first?"

"Maybe she's testing him!"

"Maybe she thinks he's cute—"

Ren tuned it all out, rising smoothly to his feet with a casualness that he absolutely did feel.

'Of course they picked me,' he thought, amused but not surprised. 'New blood, new potential. Always got to see if the new arrival sinks or swims.'

The silver-haired girl in front of him tilted her head slightly, a glimmer of curiosity flashing in her violet eyes.

But again, she said nothing. Silent judgment? Silent interest? Silent amusement? Who knew?

Ren walked calmly toward the stage, every step deliberate.

His heart was beating slightly faster now—not from fear, but from sheer adrenaline. From anticipation.

His entire body was practically vibrating with eagerness. This was it. His first real chance. His first real step into the world of weaving. Into rewriting reality itself!

This was his first step towards fulfilling project chaos!

He reached the Loom Orb, the glowing, humming sphere floating gently at waist height, and stood before it.

It pulsed once, like a heartbeat.

The instructor watched him closely, her arms crossed, her beautiful face unreadable.

Ren reached out slowly, his hand hovering just above the orb, feeling the subtle warmth, the slight tugging sensation like gravity but softer. Like it was alive.

A hush fell over the room.

Everyone leaned forward.

Ren inhaled slowly, clearing his mind.

'Let's begin,' he thought.

And with that, he placed his hand on the orb.

The very instant Ren's hand touched the glowing Loom Orb, a strange, powerful wave of clarity swept through him like a tide.

It wasn't just a feeling—it was like a door inside his mind swung wide open, letting in a brilliant, colorful light.

His eyes widened slightly, but he kept his cool as best as he could. It was happening again.

Just like during the affinity test, that impossible, beautiful sight unfolded inside his mind: endless streams of multicolored threads, glowing and weaving through the endless darkness.

Some threads burned with crimson fire, others shimmered with cool blue light, and others danced with golden sparks like tiny suns moving through a sea of shadows.

It was breathtaking, almost too much to take in all at once but Ren wasn't the type to get overwhelmed easily.

He mentally locked onto the scene with razor-sharp focus, but just as he began to truly soak it in, a sharp, throbbing pain stabbed right into the center of his forehead, right between his eyebrows.

It felt like someone had taken a red-hot nail and hammered it right into his skull!

His body tensed slightly, his fingers tightening on the orb without him realizing it. The pain grew, building and building, until it felt like something inside his head was about to explode.

But even through the growing agony, Ren's mind stayed cool. 'It's a test,' he thought. 'If my mental sea is weak, I'll break. But if I endure it... I'll succeed.'

Instead of panicking like a normal person, he welcomed the pain like an old rival.

'Come on then. Hit me harder.'

Sweat prickled along his back, but he didn't let go. He gritted his teeth, pushed through the pain, and directed his attention deeper into the vision of the Loom.

He tried to stretch his mind toward the grand, beautiful threads in the distance—but no matter how hard he tried, they stayed frustratingly far away, like stars scattered across a night sky just out of reach.

Immediately, his mind clicked into gear. 'My mental sea isn't strong enough yet. I'm trying to bite off more than I can chew.'

Without missing a beat, Ren switched strategies.

Instead of stretching himself thin and reaching for the grand clusters of threads far away, he focused on the tiny, lonely thread that floated just a few millimeters from his outstretched finger in the vision.

It was a faint silver line, pulsing gently like the heartbeat of a mouse. Humble, simple, but reachable.

He thrust his will toward it—and the instant he brushed against it with his mind, a colossal boom erupted inside his skull!

BOOM!

It was like a thunderclap had exploded right between his ears, blasting his thoughts apart for a split second.

His vision went pure white. His body staggered slightly on the stage, but he didn't fall. Instead, he blinked rapidly and the next moment, a powerful, almost overwhelming sensation washed over him.

Strength.

Real, undeniable strength!

It wasn't just physical either—his mind felt sharper, faster, like someone had taken a polishing cloth and scrubbed all the dirt and grime off his brain.

His thoughts flowed like rivers, clear and bright. His body felt lighter, like he could sprint around the entire campus twice without even getting tired.

But most importantly, deep inside his soul, he could feel a new, permanent connection—like a tiny silver bridge linking his being to the Loom itself.

And now... he knew that if he just closed his eyes and concentrated, he could easily slip back into that state of clarity again.

He had broken through. He was now officially a Weaver Apprentice!

Suppressing a huge grin threatening to break across his face, Ren calmly lifted his hand away from the orb.

He took a small step back, still feeling the lingering aftershocks of the breakthrough ripple through his body, and sneaked a glance at the instructor.

To his surprise, the stunning brown-haired woman was staring at him like she had just seen a ghost.

Her mouth was very slightly open, not enough to be rude, but enough to know she was genuinely shocked.

After a heartbeat, she blinked and composed herself with a speed that spoke volumes about her experience.

She straightened her robe and announced in a calm, formal voice, "Ren Kisaragi... has succeeded on his first attempt."

The room exploded in murmurs.

"What?!"

"First try?!"

"Isn't he a boy?!"

Ren just gave a small, polite nod, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Inside though, he was laughing his ass off.

'You have no idea, guys. This isn't even my final form.'

Not wanting to linger awkwardly in the spotlight, he turned and calmly made his way back to his seat.

He noticed that the silver-haired girl was watching him out of the corner of her eye. Not judgmentally. Just... curious. Like someone spotting a rare creature in the wild.

As Ren settled down, the instructor called out the next name. "Mirabella Von Frostweave."

The silver-haired girl stood up with a slow, elegant motion that somehow looked like a practiced dance move.

Without hesitation, she glided up to the stage, placed her slender hand on the orb, and within moments, a faint shimmer surrounded her.

Then—BOOM—another soft thunderclap echoed, and she calmly withdrew her hand like it was no big deal.

Naturally, she had succeeded on her first attempt too. The murmurs doubled.

People started glancing between Ren and Mirabella with a weird mixture of awe and jealousy, as if wondering how two monsters had appeared right in front of them on the same day.

The process continued.

Student after student was called. Some, like Ren and Mirabella, succeeded fairly quickly, though none quite as fast.

Others struggled. Some failed again and again, having to clench their teeth and keep trying while the instructor handed them smaller, dimmer orbs to make the task easier.

One poor girl even started crying when she failed for the fourth time, and Ren had to look away from the pathetic sight.

Just when things were settling into a rhythm, a soft chiming noise rang out from every student's badge.

Everyone instinctively tapped their badges to check, and the room erupted into gasps.

[Achievement Alert! Ren Kisaragi has become the FIRST prospective to complete an achievement:

"[1x] First Thread

Successfully connect to and manipulate the Loom.

Points: 10".

100 Extra Achievement Points awarded!]

Ren didn't react. He simply leaned back in his chair with the most casual, satisfied smile in the world.

Meanwhile, everyone else started scrambling like chickens in a rainstorm.

"Damn it! We could've gotten extra points?!"

"Why didn't I think of that?!"

"Quick! Try to connect, maybe the second place gets something too!!"

The entire atmosphere became hilarious chaos as students realized they had missed the opportunity.

And through it all, Ren just sat there, calm as a mountain, a peaceful king watching a bunch of peasants panic over spilled gold.

'It's good to be smart,' Ren thought, hiding his smug grin.