Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!
Chapter 48: Sacrifice.

Chapter 48: Sacrifice.

The seconds ticked down like the slow, echoing heartbeat of a dying world.

Lia sat frozen in that cold, sterile chair, her hands clenched so tightly around her knees that her nails had left angry little half-moons in her skin.

The emergency countdown orb in the corner of the infirmary beeped every ten seconds with a cheerful little tone that felt like a dagger in her ears.

The sound was too light, too happy, like a sick joke being played while her friend’s body suffered violently on the healing table.

Ren’s limbs had stopped spasming now, not because things were getting better, but because his muscles were exhausted.

His body twitched instead, short sharp jerks that looked like marionette strings being pulled by a panicked child.

His eyes were half-lidded, blood trailing from the corners, his lips trembling with soundless groans.

The room was starting to smell like scorched metal and something... wrong. Something spiritual that didn’t belong in the physical world.

The healing spirits, normally emotionless, were shifting about with visible unease. The head spirit pulsed a shade dimmer, flickering faintly as it updated the situation.

"Soul degradation at 94%," it reported calmly, even as the others around it floated faster in tighter circles.

"Rune incompatibility has breached neural boundaries. Host’s spiritual core is destabilizing."

Lia’s voice cracked. "What does that mean?! What does ’destabilizing’ even mean?!"

One of the side spirits turned toward her and actually hesitated for a beat, something they never did.

"It means," the spirit finally said, "that the host’s soul is beginning to collapse inward. If not corrected within the next fifty-seven seconds, the core will fracture completely. Recovery will be impossible."

Lia’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Just breath. Shaky, useless breath.

"WHERE IS THE LIFE WEAVER?!" she finally screamed, jumping to her feet, staring at the glowing door.

"YOU SAID FOUR MINUTES! IT’S BEEN ALMOST FIVE! WHERE—WHERE ARE THEY?!"

"They have not yet responded," the spirit replied, still maddeningly calm. "There may have been an obstruction or a delay in the teleportation conduit. Sometimes—"

"I DON’T CARE ABOUT SOMETIMES!" she shouted, fists clenched, eyes burning. "He’s going to DIE! Ren is going to die—because some ancient magic traffic jam delayed a healer by thirty seconds?!"

Even the spirits flinched this time.

The countdown orb glowed again.

00:29

And in that frozen moment, time itself seemed to hold its breath. Ren’s back arched again. This time it wasn’t a small twitch.

This time it looked like something inside him had snapped. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream, and for a horrifying second, all the lights in the room flickered out.

Then—

Everything. Changed.

A faint pulse of violet light blinked out from the corner of Ren’s left eye, so dim and so soft that at first, no one noticed.

But then came the sound; a low, rumbling roar that didn’t echo in the ears, but in the soul.

Roar!

It sounded like a beast prowling just out of sight, a predator whose claws clicked against the very air itself. And then, it appeared.

A flickering, semi-transparent panther, long and sleek, with a tail that shimmered like it was dipped in moonlight and eyes that burned with ancient intelligence stepped through the air as though reality itself was water.

Its fur wasn’t made of normal matter, but of raw radiance, constantly shifting shades of violet and indigo, like starlight caught in motion.

Every spirit in the room froze. Even the healing equipment stopped humming.

The panther didn’t roar again.

It didn’t need to.

Its presence howled.

The very walls of the infirmary groaned, as if struggling to contain whatever had just arrived.

Pressure flooded the room, not the kind that crushed bones, but the kind that crushed doubt. It was overwhelming. Divine. Impossible.

The healing spirits hovered back instinctively, their glows flickering like scared fireflies. The panther didn’t even glance at them.

Its head tilted down toward Ren, and it gave a slow, deep exhale; almost like a sigh.

And in that moment... Ren’s body stopped convulsing.

The jerks ceased. The twitching faded. His limbs slowly relaxed, and the red glow around his veins dimmed like a storm cloud fading into clear skies.

The green healing bed beneath him started pulsing in time with his heartbeat, which was now steady and strong.

The countdown orb blinked 00:03...

And stopped.

Literally stopped.

The numbers hung in the air, frozen.

The panther mirage looked up once, meeting the stunned gaze of the head spirit, and then vanished. Not in a flash. Not in a boom. It simply blinked out of existence, like a dream at sunrise.

"...Condition stabilizing," the orb finally announced, after several stunned seconds. "Spiritual collapse averted. Rune compatibility improving. Resonance strength increased by 81%. Seizure reversed through unknown resonance trigger. Host recovery initiated."

The room exploded into confused activity again. The healing spirits dashed forward, now actually murmuring with sparks of excitement.

"Conducting diagnostic scan!"

"Running soul lattice integrity test!"

"Analyzing resonance fluctuations—"

The head spirit hovered over to Ren’s bedside, looking at him with a flicker of what could almost be called... reverence.

"...The resonance," it muttered, more to itself than anyone else. "It’s not behaving like a normal soul alignment. It reacted. Actively.

"It responded at the very edge of death, bypassing core thresholds and temporarily overriding the seizure sequence. This... shouldn’t be possible."

Another spirit chimed in. "Confirmed. The resonance did not just synchronize with the host, it protected him. Like a... like a guardian."

They all turned toward Lia now, whose jaw had dropped so hard it nearly hit the floor. She stared at the healing bed, at Ren’s now-peacefully breathing form, then back at the spirits.

"...So you’re saying he didn’t get saved by the Life Weaver," she said slowly, blinking rapidly. "He... saved himself?"

"Partially incorrect," said the head spirit. "He was saved by his resonance. A force awakened through sheer desperation and a bond powerful enough to break the rules of evolution."

Lia wiped the tears from her eyes and let out a disbelieving laugh. "That crazy idiot. Of course he’d almost die just to unlock some mystical panther guardian nonsense."

She sat back in the chair, half-sobbing and half-laughing, her chest rising and falling in relief so intense it left her weak.

Ren was going to live.

Because even when his soul was being torn apart, he evolved.

.....

8 Minutes ago...

Inside the shimmering, white world of the Evolution Forge, Ren stood alone.

Within the red crystal in his palms, the soul flame curled and growled softly. It wasn’t just energy. It was alive.

It was his Umbral Kinephantom Panther Soul Flame, Stage 1. And right now, it was ready to evolve—ready to climb into something stronger and way more dangerous.

Ren had already completed the last step to begin the evolution, but just as he reached the final part, the evolution command, he paused.

His lips curled into a frown. Not one of doubt. But of realization.

This wasn’t some alternate time dimension like in cultivation novels where five years inside only meant five minutes outside. This place ran on real seconds, real minutes, real blood.

Which meant if this evolution took a few hours, he would be dead long before it finished!

"Fantastic," Ren muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

There had to be a solution. There had to be.

Ren flicked his wrist and brought up the one thing he always used to navigate the evolution forge. His watch.

[Does Host wish to speed up the evolution process by offering a sacrifice?]

Ren blinked. Then blinked again. "...Sacrifice?"

He didn’t like that word. No sane person ever did.

The word sacrifice didn’t mean "throw in some pocket change" or "give up your snack." It meant blood. It meant life force.

It meant giving up something you don’t get back. And considering how fragile his body already felt, he didn’t need a fancy spirit calculator to tell him this wasn’t going to be fun.

"I knew this was coming..." he muttered grimly, rubbing his arms.

But there was no other option. Staying here meant hours of waiting, and his body outside, spasming violently from a soul seizure, did not have hours.

This was the only way.

"I accept," he said, steeling himself.

The watch didn’t delay. The moment he spoke, the violet flame inside the crystal roared, and a sharp line of text appeared across the watch display:

[Sacrifice Accepted: Initiating Accelerated Evolution Protocol.]

Then the pain hit.

Ren’s knees nearly buckled as he felt an invisible force drag the life out of him, literally.

His blood surged upward in an invisible force that vanished into the evolution flame like a thirsty sponge.

His skin turned pale within seconds. His arms trembled. His lips cracked. He felt like someone had drained the battery of his soul and then came back to steal the charger.

His vision swam. His breath grew ragged. Cold sweat covered his body, and for a second, he thought he might vomit, or worse; pass out inside his own consciousness. Which would be both ironic and fatal.

The loss wasn’t small either. His body in the real world was already bleeding from the seizure, so to now lose blood and life force here as well... was like someone double-dipping on the same slice of pain pie.

Still... it worked.

The massive glowing clock suspended above the panther flame suddenly shifted, spinning wildly until it stopped at:

[07:00]

Seven minutes.

Seven minutes to complete the evolution.

Seven minutes to either survive or be erased.

Ren leaned against the sleek white shelf, panting. "Well, that was a good way to skip breakfast... lunch... and probably the next three meals."

And he waited.

The seconds were long. Each one felt like it echoed across his ribs. His knees wobbled, but he didn’t sit. He just stared. Watching. Waiting. Hoping that whatever he’d just empowered would be worth the cost.

By the time the countdown reached one minute, the flame had changed entirely. It had evolved.

The soft violet tones had grown deeper, now interwoven with shimmering lines of obsidian and streaks of neon blue.

It no longer flickered like a candle. It blazed, but with a kind of low rumble that made the whole crystal vibrate, like it was holding back something immense.

This... was no longer just a soul flame.

It was something else.

Ren’s heart thudded in his ears. He didn’t know what would happen when it entered him.

Would it burn his soul? Tear his soul apart before reforging it? Would it complete the resonance and stop the seizure or make it worse?

He didn’t know.

But he was out of time.

The moment the countdown hit 00:00, the newly evolved Umbral Kinephantom Panther Soul Flame let out a majestic roar that echoed across the entire chamber, and then, shot toward him.

"Here goes nothing!" Ren shouted.

Swish!

The flame slammed into his chest.

His eyes widened.

And then...

Everything went black.

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