Last Wizard King's SSS-Level Magic system in Modern World-Chapter 80: A New Identity - Part 3

[Nico Vale. Class D-magician. Awakened 3 days ago]

That was the identity that had been forged for Liam and he had felt satisfied when he initially got it. But now he could tell that it had been a mistake. He should have gotten something higher.

’No! If I did that, then I would have been discovered as a fake. The higher I place myself, the more chances I have of being investigated.’

Liam felt a vein twitch in annoyance. He had completely overlooked that aspect.

"Wow. All that trouble for a fake identity, and you still can’t even get in."

Liam shot Asger a glare for his comment before turning back to the clerk.

"Is there any way to qualify?"

The man nodded.

"You need to take the examination and get officially ranked. Once you pass, you can register for dungeons within your level."

Liam exhaled. That was an extra step he hadn’t accounted for, but it wasn’t impossible. He was thankful that he had masked his looks using his magic and binded the spell to the system.

This way, whatever he did not would not be tracked back to Liam Sanders. He was immune and could do what he wanted.

"Alright. Where do I sign up for the exam?"

He said.

The clerk pointed toward another section of the office.

"Exam Registration is over there. Be warned, the test isn’t easy. You’ll be graded on combat ability, survival skills, and magical aptitude. Fail any of those sections, and you’ll have to wait a month before trying again."

Liam nodded, already making up his mind.

"Got it. Thanks."

As he turned to leave, Asger nudged him.

"So, are you really going through with this? I thought you didn’t care about joining the adventurer system."

Liam sighed.

"I didn’t, but if I want access to better dungeons without constant interference, I need to make it official."

Asger grinned.

"This should be fun. I can’t wait to see what kind of test they throw at you."

Liam rolled his shoulders.

"Neither can I."

With that, he made his way toward the registration area, ready to take the first step toward becoming an official ranker.

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Liam stood in the middle of a dimly lit chamber, the runes beneath his feet glowing faintly as they adjusted to his presence.

The air hummed with magic, thick and charged, responding to the energy that lingered within the room.

Across from him, behind a protective glass screen, a group of examiners sat in cushioned chairs, their expressions neutral—if not outright bored.

The lead examiner, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a deep scar running across his jaw, barely glanced at Liam’s file before setting it down.

He adjusted his monocle, sighed, and gestured lazily toward the array of magical instruments around them.

"Applicant, release your mana steadily so we may measure your baseline capacity. Do not attempt to exceed or suppress your natural limit. We will be monitoring the fluctuations."

Liam gave a polite nod, already prepared. He had spent years refining his control, learning how to suppress his immense reserves of magic to appear unremarkable. This test was no different—he simply had to release just enough mana to pass without attracting attention.

Closing his eyes, Liam reached inward, summoning a controlled stream of energy. It seeped from his body in a slow, measured flow, filling the room like a gentle current. The runes flickered in response, and the instruments nearby began to whir softly as they processed the data.

The examiners barely reacted. They whispered among themselves, seemingly unimpressed.

"Nothing special so far."

One muttered.

"Just another standard beginner."

Another said, scribbling on a parchment.

Liam inwardly smirked. That was exactly the outcome he wanted.

But just as he was about to settle, something shifted.

His control wavered for the briefest moment—less than a heartbeat—and suddenly, an immense wave of power surged out.

The entire chamber trembled.

A deafening alarm blared from the system, sending red warning lights flashing across the walls. The instruments buzzed violently, and one even sparked before shutting down entirely. The runes on the floor flared bright enough to momentarily blind everyone in the room.

The examiners leapt to their feet, panic flashing in their eyes.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Did the system malfunction?"

"Check the readings! Was that a mana spike?"

Liam forced himself to remain still, his expression blank despite the racing thoughts in his head.

Damn it.

He had underestimated how delicate the system’s detection was. His usual ability to suppress his magic had faltered for just a second, and the consequences were immediate.

The lead examiner squinted at the now-broken instrument, rubbing his chin.

"That was... unusual. Run the readings again. Could be a technical issue.""

He murmured.

"One of the assistants scrambled to check the magical display, frowning as they examined the fluctuating numbers.

"Strange... there was a momentary surge, but it’s already back to normal. Almost as if the system misread something."

The other examiners hesitated.

"A fluke?"

One suggested, sounding hopeful.

The lead examiner nodded, dismissing the panic with a wave of his hand.

"It’s possible. Sometimes, the system overcompensates when detecting mana levels. If there’s no sustained abnormality, we move forward."

Liam exhaled slowly through his nose, keeping his expression neutral. He made sure to carefully restrain his magic now, ensuring not even a flicker would escape his grasp.

The exam continued without further incident.

Once the initial mana measurement was completed, Liam was led to the next chamber, where he was required to demonstrate control over his abilities.

This test involved manipulating a series of magical orbs floating in the air, adjusting their speed, trajectory, and formation with precision.

The goal was to showcase finesse rather than brute strength.

Liam approached the test cautiously. He had already made one mistake, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again.

With a steady breath, he reached out with his magic, guiding the orbs through a series of controlled patterns.

They responded to his will effortlessly, weaving through the air in synchronized harmony. He adjusted their speeds fluidly, slowed them down without hesitation, and even had them orbit each other in complex loops. freewebnoveℓ.com

The examiners watched with mild interest.

"Better than expected."

One murmured.

"Still within the standard range."

Another added, though there was an uncertain edge to his tone.

Liam kept his performance within acceptable parameters—not too flashy, not too weak.

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