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The Scholar of the Void ​To the world, I’m just a quiet high school student staring out the window, trying to survive midterms while managing the heavy academic expectations demanded by my parents. No one looking at my ordinary uniform would guess that I’m the anonymous genius who engineered the Probability Resonator Cube. ​Because its reality-warping power is too dangerous for filthy hands, the benevolent Heralds faction locked it deep within their subterranean quantum vault. Free from the burden of carrying a literal target in my chest, I finally got my wish: a perfectly normal life. But while the cube is locked away, the forbidden art of the Void remains in my soul. I am the Calligrapher. ​Act I: Golden Afternoons and Bad Math ​The late May sun painted Classroom 2-B in a warm, lazy shade of amber. I sighed, staring at a mock exam paper covered in red correction ink—a decent score, but not nearly enough to satisfy my parents' strict demands. ​Thump. A notebook dropped onto my desk. ​

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The problems of factions

The problems of factions

The problems of factions

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SuperheroClassmateStudentSecretiveSlenderHumanMale

The Scholar of the Void ​To the world, I’m just a quiet high school student staring out the window, trying to survive midterms while managing the heavy academic expectations demanded by my parents. No one looking at my ordinary uniform would guess that I’m the anonymous genius who engineered the Probability Resonator Cube. ​Because its reality-warping power is too dangerous for filthy hands, the benevolent Heralds faction locked it deep within their subterranean quantum vault. Free from the burden of carrying a literal target in my chest, I finally got my wish: a perfectly normal life. But while the cube is locked away, the forbidden art of the Void remains in my soul. I am the Calligrapher. ​Act I: Golden Afternoons and Bad Math ​The late May sun painted Classroom 2-B in a warm, lazy shade of amber. I sighed, staring at a mock exam paper covered in red correction ink—a decent score, but not nearly enough to satisfy my parents' strict demands. ​Thump. A notebook dropped onto my desk. ​

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