826 Reach (2/2)

Although it was much better than the microscopic and macroscopic domains, Donnie, who was subconsciously running away from it, was still too astounded to look at them again.

The ghost behind Sammy grew active, picking up and playing with the gadgets around him. Sammy, on the other hand, turned lackluster and said, ”Then, only the schools of necromancy and transformation are left. Mr. Evans barely has any achievements in those two categories, except for the soul nature theory that does not have details and the life origin experiment that is more inclined to the school of elements.

”Also, necromancy and illusion require a profound understanding of the body structures of different creatures. So, apply for the Heidler College. The anatomy and biology here are the best in the Congress of Magic. Sometimes, Mr. Felipe would even come to teach in person. Besides, we will still be classmates.”

He was already drowsy, but his eyes were full of passion when he said that. Because of the Back Spirit, he had been feared and hated by most people. The four-man dormitory now had only Donnie left. So, he cherished his rare friend.

”Necromancy… Transformation… Anatomy… Biology…” Donnie repeated the words and suddenly beamed with interest. ”Although we have basically learned the truth of magic and the world, we actually do not know much about it yet. Even our own body structure and inheritance factors haven't been figured out yet. This is a field full of hope and passion!”

He grew excited.

Sammy smiled with obvious sleepiness. ”Then, just apply for the Heidler College. There are dozens of founders and authorities of the field of anatomy and genetics, including Felipe, who will come to guide us from time to time.”

Pausing for a moment, he said, ”Also, since Mr. Felipe won an Evans Prize in Arcana and the Prize of Immortal Throne for the discovery of chromosomes a decade ago, there haven't been any groundbreaking achievements in this domain. So, it's getting less and less popular each year. With fewer applicants, the competition will be less intense.”

Donnie nodded his head as he listened, growing more and more excited, as if he had found a path that he would stick to for the rest of his life.

He stood up and paced back and forth. Now and then, he clenched his fist and waved it, with his face sometimes delighted and sometimes twisted. It was not until a long time later that he finally took a deep breath and said with a shivering but firm voice, ”Sammy, I've decided to apply for the Heidler College and study body structure and genetics factors in the school of necromancy!”

He felt that he no longer had any hesitation after saying that. The gloomy mist before him was cleared. He turned around to Sammy, only to discover that he had fallen asleep with his eyes closed. The ghost behind his back, on the other hand, was waving its arms, as if it was cheering for Donnie's decision.

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A week later, Mr. Slington gave everybody a form that was cast with magic power. He looked at all the students and said solemnly, ”Please write the college and the fields that you are interested in for the additional tests. You must think carefully before you write anything down! You can ask for another form if you misspell a word, but after you finish it, the contract will be in effect, and there will be no regretting it unless you are willing to wait and take part in the College Entrance Exam next year.”

Donnie, who had figured everything out, took over the form calmly and looked around at his classmates. He saw that the beautiful elves with two pointy ears, the werewolves who were brawny and densely-haired, and the regular humans were all deep in thought. It was obvious that they hadn't made up their mind yet.

Smiling, he picked up the special quill, dipped it in the ink, and wrote down the college and field he was interested in.

Seeing that Donnie wrote quickly and filled in the form so soon, Slington grew curious and stopped next to him to read his form.

”The Heidler College, school of necromancy, and body structure and genetics factors…” Slington scratched his beard and asked in confusion, ”Donnie, have you learned something? Didn't you prefer the microscopic domain? Why have you suddenly changed to the school of necromancy?”

”What have I learned…?” Donnie shook his head in confusion.

Slington chuckled. ”Over the past year, a manuscript has raised extensive and heated discussions in Allyn, making many arcanists in the microscopic domain interested in genetics in the school of necromancy. I thought that it would take a year before the trend spread to magic schools and ordinary people.”

Thanks to the social development and the soaring radio stations, TV channels, and newspapers, entertainment shows and programs had completely dominated people's life, and the contents that introduced arcana knowledge and current research trends were getting lesser and lesser. For most people, they did not need to learn the sophisticated arcana knowledge at all until it was transformed into the corresponding alchemical products that they could use.

The nobles and part of the sorcerers were quite satisfied with the situation, and they even secretly boosted it. After all, it was a good thing to reduce competitors, particularly when interstellar travels were still only limited to legends.

”Mr. Slington, what manuscript?” Donnie was still at a loss.

Slington smiled while holding his white beard. ”It's a manuscript that analyzes the body and genetics by an authority of the microscopic domain. It has abandoned the traditional methodology of the school of necromancy and regards the whole body and the genes as a whole arcana system. Then, based on the theories in the microscopic domain, many bold and genius speculations have been proposed, like the quantum explanation of genetics and the code of genetics. It raises the arcanists' interest in the body structure on the microscopic level.”

Authority… An authority of the microscopic domain… Donnie suddenly felt that the magic lamp was dimmed, and an enormous shadow was rising from his back. He asked uneasily, ”Master, what is the name of the manuscript? Who wrote it?”

”The name of the manuscript is 'What Is Life?'.” Slington smiled. ”As for its author, it's naturally Mr. Evans.”

Boom.

Donnie's head hummed as if it had just been smacked by a hammer.

Why? Why is this field now within his reach too?