EndGame: The Successor's Legacy-Chapter 37: The Entrance Exam-1

Arcania was a vast world...like overwhelmingly vast.

So vast that Earth couldn’t even begin to compare.

Even now, there were many parts of the World that were unexplored.

Beyond the borders of known civilization lay lands untouched by history, filled with mystic wonders, ancient ruins, sleeping horrors, and secrets that had never seen the light of day.

Yet what was known was divided into five major continents.

Five gigantic masses of land, each separated and connected by grand oceans, deep valleys and impossible mountain ranges.

Compared to them, the countless smaller islands and scattered lands across the seas were rather insignificant to mention.

The Five Continents were...

The Western Continent.

The Eastern Continent.

The Northern Continent.

The Southern Continent.

And at the heart of them all the Central Continent.

Each continent possessed its own specialty. Like different climates and lands, diffferent dominant races and various types of energy other than mana.

They were not merely divided by distance, but also by ideology, blood, and history. Which to be honest was quite brutal.

The Central Continent was where most of humanity resided.

It was ruled by three major kingdoms, which constantly entangled itself in politics, alliances, and betrayals.

Unlike other races who tended to unite when faced with danger, humanity had a rather peculiar nature.

They thrived on division and taking advantage when the ther own kind would expect least.

Backstabbing, power struggles, and internal conflict were as natural to them as breathing. Kingdoms rose not only through strength, but through schemes and deception.

But all of that was a story for another time.

What truly connected and separated these five continents was something far more mystical and enchanting.

Above all of the land mass at the very center of the world.

Floating high in the sky, beyond storms and clouds, existed a vast mass of land, connecting some other smaller islands to itself. No visible mechanism held it aloft. No chains connected it, nor any magic circles carved openly into its surface.

It simply was suspended amidst white clouds and endless blue sky...it was

The Academy’s Island

A neutral ground acknowledged by all continents leader’s. A place where geniuses, monsters, and future legends gathered and trained.

Where races that would normally kill each other on sight were forced to coexist... sometimes even be on a team together.

It was where heroes were born.

And where countless dreams were born and crushed before they could ever take flight.

The Arcania Academy.

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Calix stood before the Academy gates. They were enormou.

Twin gates forged from a silvery-black metal rose dozens of meters into the air, their surfaces etched with ancient and undistinguishable runes that pulsed faintly with mana, as if breathing.

Those symbols weren’t decorative, no each one radiated pressure, the kind that pressed against the soul rather than the body. Weak-willed beings with an harmful intent wouldn’t even dare step closer.

Above the gates, towering spires curved inward, forming a colossal arch that framed the sky itself. Clouds drifted lazily beyond it, reminding everyone that this place did not belong to the earth below.

This was the Academy.

Beyond the gates stretched a city-sized campus built upon the floating island.

Marble and stone roads laced with mana veins ran in complex patterns, glowing softly beneath one’s feet.

Massive halls stood like monuments to knowledge—lecture towers, combat arenas, alchemy domes, and libraries so vast they were rumored to contain books older than some literal nations.

At the very center of the whole Academy, visible even from here, stood the Grand Spire.

It pierced the sky like a spear aimed at the heavens, its surface shifting between stone and light depending on the angle one looked at it.

That was where the true heart of the Academy lay where rankings were decided, trials conducted, and monsters disguised as students revealed their fangs.

All around Calix, people and students gathered.

Humans, beastkins, elves, dwarves...it made Calix realised once again that he truly was in an another dazzling world.

Some of them radiated power openly, mana leaking from their bodies like heat from a flame. Others looked ordinary too ordinary hiding depths that made instincts scream.

This place wasn’t just a school.

It was a battlefield with bloodshed. A forge for true heroes and a grinder that crushes the weak and refines the strong.

Taking a deep breath, Calix stepped fully into the Academy grounds. The moment he crossed the gates, different noise crashed into him like a wave.

Voices overlapped endlessly—boasts, laughter, arguments, nervous chatter. The wide plaza before the gates was packed with candidates from every corner of Arcania.

He didn’t like the noise. It was annoying.

Pulling his hood a little lower, Calix moved forward. The long sword at his waist swayed gently with each step, its weight familiar and grounding. Even in the chaos, social patterns were obvious.

Races clustered together.

Beastkin stood in tight groups, their features like tails flicking cautiously as sharp eyes scanned their surroundings.

Elves gathered with calm elegance, their expressions detached, as if already above everyone else. Dwarves stayed close, speaking in low voices, arms crossed thickly over broad chests.

While...well dragons were dragons, prideful of their heritage while arrogant to their bone.

No one mixed.

Everyone stayed with their own.

Then there was statuses.

Nobles stood apart, surrounded by attendants or followers, their posture relaxed yet commanding. Their clothes were refined, their mana controlled, their gazes filled with quiet confidence.

Some laughed softly, others looked around as if the entire Academy already belonged to them.

Commoners lingered at the edges. Some stared at the nobles with admiration while others with envy and indifference.

A few with hatred carefully buried behind lowered gazes.

It didn’t matter the race.

This hierarchy existed everywhere.

"Tch," Calix clicked his tongue softly beneath his hood. "No wonder the demons infiltrated society so easily."

Division made things fragile.

As he walked deeper into the grounds, his gaze finally settled on a massive structure ahead.

A circular platform carved from white stone dominated the center of the plaza.

Floating above it were several crystalline screens, each glowing with shifting runes and names that appeared and vanished in steady intervals.

The registration grounds.

Instructors stood around the platform some openly powerful, others terrifyingly restrained. Their eyes swept over the candidates like predators judging prey.

Without hesitation, he continued forward, merging into the flow of candidates heading toward the platform.