Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!
Chapter 50: Momentum Precognition.

Chapter 50: Momentum Precognition.

The moment Ren drifted into unconsciousness, he found himself once more inside that impossibly pristine white chamber: the Evolution Forge.

He blinked, letting his awareness settle as his body adjusted to the forge’s reality again. His body here didn’t ache. His limbs were steady. His breath flowed easily.

"First thing’s first," Ren muttered to himself, snapping his fingers and instantly navigating his watch screen.

A familiar ding! echoed through the space like the triumphant ring of a bell in an empty cathedral.

Then the text appeared, bright letters etched across a sea of black.

[DING! Evolution Complete.]

[Soul Flame has evolved!]

[Stage 1 Umbral Kinephantom Panther — Soul Flame → Soul Core!]

Ren tilted his head. "Wait, what?"

His eyes narrowed, and he instinctively tapped the word "Soul Core" to pull up the description. The text that followed made his jaw slacken ever so slightly.

[You have broken the natural limits of a Stage 1 Soul Flame.]

[Your Soul Flame has evolved into a Soul Core.]

[This Soul Core contains 0.3% of the bloodline of the Umbral Kinephantom Panther.]

[This Core guarantees Perfect Resonance and soul stability.]

[WARNING: Hidden Form detected. Activation conditions unknown. Hidden Form possesses combat-altering effects beyond current tier.]

[Note: The core is now a living construct. Evolution potential detected.]

Ren stared at the screen for a long moment, his brows furrowed as his heart tried—and failed—to pick a single emotion to feel first.

Awe? Disbelief? Maybe a touch of panic?

"So... not just a flame anymore," he murmured. "It’s a core now. Which means it’s not burning—it’s alive. Contained. Focused."

And then the more shocking detail hit him like a bolt to the spine.

It had a bloodline. His soul now contained an actual fragment of a myth-tier beast’s essence.

Not metaphorically. Not symbolically. No, this was literal. The Evolution Forge didn’t deal in poetry. It dealt in raw data and metaphysical laws.

Ren’s soul now carried a bloodline, even if it was only 0.3%. That was still enough to turn someone into a walking phenomenon if cultivated right.

"What the hell does 0.3% even do?" he asked aloud, pacing now, the excitement making his fingers twitch like a scientist on too much caffeine.

"Am I gonna get glowing eyes? Night vision? Phantom claws? Is that why my nails are sharper now?!"

He checked his fingers just to make sure.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Yet.

Still, the implications were insane. He could already feel it, his resonance was perfect. There was no delay, no startup sequence, no struggle to tune himself to the rune’s rhythm.

It was like the rune wasn’t just a tool anymore, it was a part of him. Like an extra limb. A muscle. A breath. He didn’t even need to focus to bring it up in his mind. It was just there, waiting.

And then came the part that bugged him most.

[WARNING: Hidden Form detected. Activation conditions unknown. Hidden Form possesses combat-altering effects beyond current tier.]

Ren groaned. "Of course. Of course you won’t tell me what it is. Just ’shocking might’ and a giant red question mark. That’s so helpful."

He bit his lip, rubbing his temples. The most annoying part wasn’t the mystery itself, it was how curious he was.

His brain was already inventing fifty different possibilities per second, ranging from the logical ("Phantom Panther clone? Enhanced dodge mechanics?") to the ridiculous ("Do I turn into a catboy? Please tell me I don’t turn into a catboy.")

He took a breath and calmed himself. "Alright. Let’s test something."

Ren brought up the red crystal again and added the new Soul Core. M

[Insufficient Crystal Grade.]

[Current Evolution Core requires a minimum Tier 2 Evolution Crystal.]

[Upgrade attempt denied.]

"Figures," he muttered. "The moment things get spicy, I run out of ingredients."

He stared at the glowing message, lips pursed. He’d been expecting it, really. Something that held even a fraction of a bloodline would obviously need a higher-tier resource to refine it further.

He wasn’t working with common soul stuff anymore, he was now dealing with soul structures that straddled the line between man and beast, between mortal and mythical.

And that was when his eye throbbed.

Hard.

A jolt of pain struck through his skull like someone shoved a burning needle directly into his left eye socket.

Ren stumbled backward, clutching his face, his knees buckling. "Ngh—what the—?!"

His pulse spiked. The forge floor spun. Panic flared.

"No no no—this was supposed to be over! My soul was healed! What is this?! What’s going on?!"

The pain deepened.

Not like a seizure.

Not like before.

This time, it wasn’t random. It wasn’t chaotic. It felt like a call. Like something buried deep within his core was now reaching out. Not to break him... but to awaken.

Still, pain was pain. And this pain was blinding.

Ren screamed. He tried to stand, to anchor himself, but the ground vanished beneath him—

And the entire world blacked out.

The world didn’t slam back into focus, it floated in, like a dream being rewound in slow motion. One blink. Then another.

Ren sat upright with a sharp gasp, sucking air like he’d just been pulled from the bottom of the sea.

His heart thundered in his chest, but the pain... the agonizing pain that had struck his eye like a cursed arrow... was already fading.

The room around him was familiar; sleek, white, sterile, quiet. He was back in the infirmary.

But unlike last time, there was no Lia, no frantic Life Weavers, no spirits buzzing like excited bees around a miraculous recovery. It was silent. Too silent.

Ren’s instincts screamed at him to call for help. But he didn’t.

Instead, he closed his mouth, calmed his breath, and forced himself to remain still. No sudden movements. No dramatic gasps or groans.

His brain was a scientist’s engine, and right now, it was whirring at full power. The pain in his eye, although sharp, vicious, and terrifying had already begun to fade.

That alone was enough to tell him that this wasn’t the start of a new seizure. No, something else had happened.

Something important.

Something strange.

He slowly raised a hand to his left eye, pressing his fingers against the lid. There was no heat. No swelling. No odd textures.

But there was something new; an after-effect. A tension. A kind of gentle hum, like static electricity dancing across the surface of his retina.

He opened his eyes again and stared at the smooth wall across the room.

His throat was dry. Like, desert-wind-dragging-sandpaper-across-his-esophagus dry.

He blinked up at the sterile white ceiling of the infirmary, then slowly sat upright, the stiffness in his body reminding him he hadn’t moved in hours.

His eyes drifted to the small glass of water perched precariously on the bedside table. He reached for it without much thought, hand moving slow and lazy—

Click.

His fingers brushed against something smooth and round beside the glass.

"Wait, what—?"

It was a white orb. Maybe some kind of nurse-call sphere or a data crystal. But before he could even register what it was, his vision twitched.

For a fraction of a second, before the orb even moved, he saw a glowing white arrow shoot straight down from the edge of the table, pointing toward the pristine floor.

Time snapped back into motion.

Clink—clack—CRASH!

The orb tipped, fell, and exploded into a scattering of white dust and cracked fragments on the floor below.

Ren’s breath caught.

His heart stopped.

"What... was that?"

He stared at the spot where the orb had landed, the echo of the shattering still bouncing through the silent room.

Then his gaze darted back to the table. His mind raced, replaying the scene. There was no mistake. He’d seen it.

Not the fall.

Not the motion.

The path. Before it even began.

A white line. Thin. Faint. Ghostlike. But real.

He stood up on shaky legs, eyes wide, chest rising and falling like a drumbeat gone wild.

"That wasn’t instinct," he whispered. "That wasn’t me guessing. I saw it. Before it happened."

His eyes darted to the pitcher of water beside the shattered remains of the orb. He nudged it slightly toward the edge. Nothing. Then he gave it a little more force, a push just hard enough to suggest a fall.

Flash.

A faint line, like a gleaming arrow traced the predicted arc downward. An instant later, the pitcher began to tilt... and Ren snatched it back onto the table before it could fall.

"No way," he breathed, staring at his hand. "I’m... predicting motion?"

His legs felt weak again, so he sat, eyes wide in wonder.

Not magic. Not some spell effect or passive rune.

This was different.

This was internal. A sixth sense sharpened to the edge of a blade.

His left eye pulsed.

And in his mind, a single word whispered itself into existence.

"Momentum Precognition..."

The moment he said it aloud, he knew it was right.

Not an illusion.

Not a hallucination.

A gift.

A glimpse into the future; an instant before it became real.

And right now, it was his.

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