A full year after I transmigrated here, the whole school took its assessment again, and I was once more judged to be the most useless "chaotic spectrum": three elements clashing inside me, meaning that in theory, I couldn't cast even my first spell in my entire life.
Everyone was waiting to see me kicked out of Awakening High School.
They didn't know that in my previous life, I was a professional mid-laner standing on the finals stage. My signature hero was none other than the Invoker, who switches between three elements and has ten skills.
Frost Lock to control the pace, Flamefall to block movement, Thunder Steal to drain spirit energy.
When I used a "Frost Lock" to interrupt the school's top genius mid-cast, then left him trapped with a delayed "Flamefall"...
The whole arena fell silent.
I smiled. This game, I'm carrying.
