The awakening ceremony continued with several more students stepping forward. A few received Rare support classes, earning polite applause, while others walked away with disappointed shoulders after awakening only Uncommon grades.
Then came the moment many had been waiting for.
"Chloe Bennett!"
Chloe gave Alex one last soft smile. He clutched her hand tightly for support, his fingers warm and reassuring. She walked toward the Abyss Mirror, her navy pencil skirt hugging her peach-shaped butt with every graceful step, sheer black stockings shimmering under the lights.
The mirror rippled gently as she stood before it.
For a few tense seconds, the surface remained dark… then it exploded with soft, luxurious light. A regal figure appeared — a beautiful sovereign seated on a velvet throne, surrounded by flowing ribbons of golden and crimson energy that obeyed her every whim. The image radiated elegance, control, and undeniable authority.
Text formed in elegant, shimmering script:
Class: Velvet Sovereign
Grade: Legendary
The dome went completely silent for a heartbeat.
Then it erupted in disbelief.
"Another Legendary?!" "Three Legendaries in one batch? That's impossible!" "Did they really get blessed or what?!"
Alex's face lit up with pure joy. He couldn't stop smiling, relief and pride flooding through him. Ethan Cole, standing beside him, started shouting praises at the top of his lungs.
"Yes! That's my girl! Velvet Sovereign — Legendary! You're insane, Chloe!"
Chloe returned to the group, cheeks flushed with happiness. Before Alex could even congratulate her properly, she threw her arms around him in a rare public hug, burying her face in his chest with pure joy. Alex froze for a second, then wrapped his arms around her, relieved and overwhelmed.
Lucas watched the scene from a short distance. He raised his brows slightly, then glanced at Alex, noting the pure happiness on his little brother's face. A dark, predatory smile flashed across Lucas's lips for just a moment.
Beside him, Vivienne Laurent twitched visibly. She whispered under her breath, "Just when I thought I was better than her…"
Lucas turned to her with a calm smile. "You are."
Vivienne looked at the handsome guy beside her. Her cheeks blushed faintly as she smiled back, clearly pleased by his words.
The ceremony pressed on. More names were called, but the tension in the hall kept rising. Everyone was waiting for one name in particular.
Finally, it came.
"Alex Vanderbilt!"
The entire dome fell into a heavy, anticipatory silence. Even the floating mana-lamps seemed to dim slightly. Whispers spread like wildfire.
"This is it…"
"No doubt he's getting Legendary."
"Vanderbilt blood… it has to be Apex at least."
Even Professor Elias Voss floated a little closer, his ancient eyes showing clear high hopes for the son of the Void Sovereign.
Alex walked forward with perfect composure. Though his heart was hammering wildly inside his chest, he had been taught by his mother never to show nervousness. His steps were steady, shoulders straight, expression calm as he stopped in front of the Abyss Mirror.
Meanwhile, in Evelyn Vanderbilt's private quarters at the mansion…
Grace and Sophia stood behind Evelyn as they watched the live feed on a large crystal screen. Evelyn sat on her throne-like chair, legs elegantly crossed, chestnut hair cascading over one shoulder.
"Young master looks quite nervous…" Grace murmured.
Sophia immediately countered, defensive. "No, he is not, Mother."
Grace chuckled softly, glancing at her daughter's fierce loyalty to Alex.
Evelyn remained silent, lazily tilting her head as she watched her son stand before the mirror.
Back at the university, Alex stood motionless in front of the Abyss Mirror.
For a long, terrifying minute… nothing happened.
The surface stayed dark and void.
Confused whispers began to spread.
"What's happening?"
"Why the lag?"
"No way… he can't fail, right? The expectations are too high…"
A little sweat formed on Alex's forehead.
Then — suddenly — a single ray of pure golden light pierced through the mirror like a spear of sunlight breaking through darkness.
The students stumbled back in shock.
Professor Voss floated closer, eyes widening.
The mirror erupted with blinding golden radiance. A majestic, faceless golden figure appeared, standing above a darkened sky. Six massive golden wings spread behind him, radiating divine power. He looked like the sun itself descending into an endless abyss.
Text formed in radiant, blazing gold:
Class: Heir of the Everlight Throne (Golden Heir)
Grade: Mythic
The entire world seemed to hold still.
Pin-drop silence.
A student in the front row stammered, "The mirror… is it working properly? Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"
Professor Elias Voss — the Headmaster himself — was the most shocked of all. His body trembled with visible excitement as he whispered hoarsely,
"Mythic class… Like a god was born among men."
In the professors' lounge, everyone shot up from their chairs.
"There is no way that's real, right?!" "Mythic… the forbidden grade…" "I thought we'd never see one in our lifetime!"
Seraphina Hale leaned back with a proud smirk.
"That's my nephew," she said calmly.
The room went deathly silent. For a second, every professor dreamed — maybe, just maybe, they could recruit Alex Vanderbilt. But the hope died instantly. Everyone knew Seraphina was like an aunt figure to him. There was no way he would join anyone else and leave her.
Back in Evelyn's private study…
Sophia trembled with pure joy, tears forming in her eyes.
"Mother… Madam… Young Master actually awakened that forbidden class!"
She looked at Grace, expecting the same excitement, but her mother stood strangely silent.
"My Lady, what should we do?" Grace asked Evelyn.
Evelyn's fists clenched tightly. She was happy — fiercely proud — of her son. But she also knew exactly why Mythic classes were called "forbidden."
Envy and greed would never leave him alone.
She rose from her throne-like chair with deadly grace.
"I'm going."
In a swirl of void energy, Evelyn disappeared from the room as if she had never been there.
Sophia stood confused. She turned to her mother.
"Mother… what's happening?"
Grace's voice was quiet and grave.
"How do you think the other legacy families and top guilds will react when they hear the news and the.... Rebels?"
The realization hit Sophia like a slap. Her face went pale.
"They won't leave him alone to grow…" she whispered.
The colossal awakening dome remained wrapped in an almost sacred silence.
No one cheered as they had for the Legendary classes. The students simply stared, mouths slightly open, minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed. Mythic. The forbidden grade. Something spoken of only in legends and ancient records. They didn't know how to react — whether to feel awe, fear, or envy.
Lucas stood perfectly still, his fist clenched tightly inside his pocket until his knuckles ached. His blue eyes were fixed on the golden figure still glowing on the Abyss Mirror. A god had just been born in front of him.
Beside him, Vivienne Laurent trembled. Her curvy body shook with a mixture of fear and pure awe. She whispered so softly only Lucas could hear, "The world… just birthed a god…"
Lucas felt the same weight pressing on his chest. He, who couldn't even awaken at Alex's age with a cheap crystal ball, was now standing in the same hall as someone who had received a Mythic class on his first try.
Alex Vanderbilt remained standing like a statue in front of the mirror. The divine golden figure with six radiant wings looked down at him with faceless grace. Alex felt completely smitten — overwhelmed by the sheer majesty of what the mirror had shown him. His own reflection seemed small and insignificant in comparison.
Professor Elias Voss finally broke the silence, his ancient voice carrying through the dome with careful weight.
"Alex Vanderbilt… Mythic class — Golden Heir."
He paused, letting the words settle.
"Since we have never encountered this situation before, for now, he will be placed in Apex."
The spell broke.
The students exploded into shouts and chaotic noise.
"MYTHIC!"
"He actually got Mythic!"
"This batch is insane!"
Ethan Cole grinned like an absolute idiot, jumping up and down while shouting at the top of his lungs.
"OMGGGGG! MY BROTHER JUST AWAKENED A FUCKING MYTHIC CLASS!"
Chloe Bennett stood beside him, smiling brightly even as she clutched her hands tightly in front of her modest chest. Her heart swelled with pure happiness.
Alex… you did it, she thought, eyes shining with pride.
Professor Voss allowed himself a small, rare grin.
In a private room connected to the professors' lounge, the Vice-Principal — a middle-aged man with a sharp beard, brown skin, and striking white eyebrows and beard — spoke through a voice transmission.
"Headmaster… how should we deal with this? It won't be long before others hear about it."
Professor Voss smiled softly, almost amused.
"Who are you worrying about? A Vanderbilt?"