God of Internet [LitRPG]

15 - Emergency Meeting

In a meeting room inside the Arcantor Magic School, two men and a woman sat in the main chairs, while another 25 people were scattered among the 30 normal chairs.

Only one person was standing, a young boy in a white robe.

The difference in identity between them was clear, both from the position of their chairs and the clothes they wore.

The three main people wore purple robes, while the other 25 people wore red robes, like some kind of uniform.

In Arcantor Magic School, the red cloak was only allowed for Sage Mages, representing the power and prestige that a Sage Mage had.

The purple cloak, on the other hand, was reserved for the three Archmages of the kingdom, signifying the royalty and mystery that this level of power represented.

The white cloak, on the other hand, was for the magical apprentices, representing that they were a blank slate, ready to be painted any color by the knowledge they would come in contact with along the way.

To put it in proportions, while a single Sage Mage was extremely powerful, equivalent to the destruction a battle tank could cause in a medieval war, the Archmages were on a level where the destruction they could cause was on the level of an atomic bomb...

Despite the different identities that each of the participants in this meeting had, they all had worried expressions on their faces as they looked at the boy in the white cloak and the book in the hand of Jaina, the only woman among the Archmages.

As Jaina analyzed the book in her hands, everyone remained silent, waiting for what she would say.

"The contents of this book show an understanding of Apprentice-level magic so profound that not even I would have the confidence to write something of this quality and depth... Whoever wrote it may be on a higher level than me." Jaina said with a serious look on her face.

Looking at the blonde woman who seemed to be only 28 years old, everyone in the room was shocked, even the other two Archmages.

"Are you sure, Jaina? Between us, you're the Archmage with the best didactics... is it possible that whoever wrote this book is above Archmage level?" Harry, a brown-haired man with round glasses who seemed to be in his forties, asked in surprise.

"The last wizard to cross the Archmage barrier died thousands of years ago, maybe this book is some kind of remnant of that wizard?" Charles, the oldest looking Archmage who seemed to be in his 50s, said thoughtfully.

Although all the Archmages looked very young, their ages were already very advanced, with Jaina being the youngest among them, only 68 years old, though she looked 28, Harry 96 years old, and Charles, the oldest, 113 years old.

Since they were on a very advanced path of magic, their life expectancy had increased greatly, especially compared to commoners, who had a much lower life expectancy than people from the countryside.

"That's not a remnant of that wizard..." Jaina sighed as she looked deeper into the book.

"How could it not be? Who could have written it? If someone had become an Archmage, we would know about it, let alone someone who went beyond that..." Harry commented confused.

Shifting her gaze from the book she was holding to the young wizard apprentice in the white cloak, Jaina spoke. "Raymond, explain to everyone where you got this book."

Hearing the Archmage say his name, Raymond, the young apprentice wizard, stepped forward and prepared to explain where he got the book.

In his mind, Raymond cursed himself for his greed in wanting to read the magic book he had bought from the Arcantor Magic School on the Internet.