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公元28年8月5日，星期二。诺伦堡综合学院的钟塔敲响九下，浑厚的钟声裹挟着魔法共振的嗡鸣，碾过星穹大厅的穹顶，宣告着新学年的正式开幕——开学庆典，开始了。

伦纳德·弗洛维森站在乌泱泱的灰袍新生中，感觉像一颗被塞进咒语词典的尘埃。他所在的「魔咒理论系三号院」方阵紧邻「战斗魔咒应用院」，隔壁那群热血分子正用漂浮咒把院徽（一把燃烧的巨斧）悬在头顶三米处，引来阵阵惊呼。空气中漂浮着早餐面包的焦香、新生汗液的微酸，以及…隔壁战斗院某人练习喷火咒失误导致的头发焦糊味？嗯，很开学。

「肃静！」一个被风系魔咒放大的声音响彻全场，瞬间压过所有嘈杂。星穹大厅尽头的高台上，站着一位身穿深蓝色星辰长袍、头戴银叶冠冕的老者——唐纳德·冯·奥古斯都校长。他雪白的胡须修剪得如同冰棱，目光扫过人群时，新生们下意识地挺直了背脊。

「以七神之名，以知识之炬，欢迎你们，诺伦堡的新血！」校长声音沉凝，每个音节都带着奇异的韵律，仿佛在吟唱古老咒文，「此地非享乐之温床，而是真理之熔炉！尔等手中灰袍，非遮体之布，而是…」

「…而是裹尸布的试用装？」伦纳德脑中突兀地蹦出自己入学那天的吐槽。他赶紧掐灭这大逆不道的联想，强迫自己聚焦校长演讲。但高台上那庄严肃穆的辞藻，像催眠咒的音节，轻易撬开了他记忆的闸门——

（三天前，威尔斯教授的研究室）

埃德加·威尔斯枯瘦的手指敲着那本《魔咒指令的底层逻辑假说》，单片眼镜反射着冷光。  

「弗洛维森先生，所谓魔咒理论——」教授的声音如同砂纸打磨金属，「不是教你怎么点火，而是告诉你『燃烧』为何必须服从『可燃物+助燃剂+燃点』这条铁律！」  

他挥动魔杖，一缕微弱的火苗在指尖跳跃：「看，这是最基础的E级生活咒『烛光术』。蠢材用它点烟斗，庸才用它吓唬地精，而理论研究者问：为什么意念聚焦于『光热生成』概念时，元素必须响应？谁制定的这条『响应规则』？能否绕过？甚至…篡改它？」  

伦纳德盯着那簇火苗，仿佛看到无数隐形的丝线缠绕其上，连接着某个庞大而冰冷的系统。「规则…骨架…」他日记里的词在轰鸣。  

「应用？」威尔斯教授嗤笑一声，火苗倏地熄灭，「那是骨架长好血肉后的自然奔跑！但若连骨架是钛合金还是朽木都分不清，跑得再快也是奔向悬崖！」  

「…铭记！魔法是恩赐，更是责任！滥用力量者，终将被力量反噬！」唐纳德校长以一句警示收尾，高举起镶嵌着硕大蓝宝石的权杖。  

「现在，以学院之名，启——」  

「嗷！！！」

一声震耳欲聋的咆哮打断了仪式！  

只见战斗魔咒应用院的方阵中，一个矮人新生满脸通红地高举双臂，他头顶那柄悬浮的火焰巨斧院徽不知何时膨胀了三倍，斧刃上还缠绕着噼啪作响的雷光！显然，某个强化咒语失控了。巨斧像喝醉的火龙，摇摇晃晃撞向大厅中央的「分流水晶球」！  

「不——！」引导员惨叫。  

「防护咒！快！」有教授惊呼。  

就在这鸡飞狗跳的瞬间，伦纳德却眯起了眼。  

规则…他想起威尔斯教授的话。  

失控的强化咒，本质是魔力输出突破了「意念-元素」的稳定转化比率…

如果我能计算出此刻逸散魔力的扰动频率，再用一个反向共鸣咒…

他下意识地抬起手指，虚空勾勒起脑中闪过的公式。周围新生惊恐的尖叫、教授们仓促的吟唱、那柄失控巨斧的呼啸…仿佛都化作了背景噪音。骨架。他眼中只有那隐形的、此刻正剧烈震颤的规则骨架！

「——静！」  

一个比校长更苍老，却带着奇异穿透力的声音响起。  

威尔斯教授不知何时出现在水晶球旁，他只是伸出枯瘦的食指，对着狂暴的火焰雷斧轻轻一点。  

没有炫目的光芒，没有震耳的爆鸣。  

那柄仿佛要毁天灭地的巨斧，如同被抽走了所有筋骨，瞬间坍缩成一小团温顺的火苗，「噗」地一声消失在空气中。只剩几缕青烟，昭示着它曾经的嚣张。  

全场死寂。  

威尔斯教授推了推单片眼镜，看向惊魂未定的矮人新生，慢悠悠道：「年轻的地火之子，下次为院徽『赋能』前，建议先计算一下诺伦堡穹顶结构的『承咒阈值』。毕竟——」他目光扫过全场，尤其在伦纳德若有所思的脸上停留了一瞬，「理解规则，才能安全地…打破规则。」  

开学庆典在一种微妙的、混合着后怕与亢奋的气氛中继续。各院轮流展示「无害」的欢迎魔法：生活魔法院变出漫天飞舞的魔法面包（可惜几个砸中了鸟人新生的脑袋），奥术理论院让水晶球投影出星河图谱（催眠效果显著）…  

伦纳德安静地看着。校长在高台上为优秀新生颁发「星辰徽章」，台下掌声雷动。但他耳中回响的，却是威尔斯教授那句轻描淡写的话。  

理解规则…打破规则… 

他望向校长手中象征最高权力的蓝宝石权杖，又想起水晶球上曾显示的分院信息：魔咒理论系三号院。  

一个研究骨架的地方。  

一个…或许能让他看懂整个学院，乃至整个诺王朝是如何被「规则」搭建起来的地方。  

开学第一天，星穹大厅的穹顶依旧璀璨。  

但伦纳德·弗洛维森知道，有些东西，已经开始燃烧了。不是火焰，而是比火焰更隐秘、更炽热的东西——野心，以及对「规则」本质那无法抑制的贪婪求知欲。 

PS：抱歉各位，我食言了，由于vpn免费大区维修的原因。

我不得不一而再的拖延。

所以我决定在两周内更新完第二卷和第三卷，以此来谢罪

Tuesday, August 5, 28 A.D. The bell tower of the Nollenberg Comprehensive College rang nine times, and the deep sound of the bell, accompanied by a magical resonance buzzing, rolled over the dome of the Star Dome Hall, announcing the official opening of the new school year-the start of the school opening celebration.

Leonard Frovison stood in the midst of the gray-robed freshman, feeling like a dust stuffed into a spell dictionary. The formation of the "Magic Theory Department No. 3 Academy" is adjacent to the "Battle Magic Application Academy". The group of passionate individuals next door are using a floating spell to hang the emblem (a burning giant axe) three meters above their heads, causing waves of exclamations. The air was filled with the burnt smell of breakfast bread, the slight sourness of fresh sweat, and... the smell of burnt hair caused by a mistake in practicing fire-breathing spells in the neighboring battle yard? Well, it's a very early school year.

"Silence! A voice amplified by the wind spell echoed through the entire venue, instantly overwhelming all the noise. On the high platform at the end of the Star Dome Hall stood an old man in a dark blue star robe and a silver leaf crown on his head-Principal Donald von Augustus. His snow-white beard was trimmed like an ice edge, and the freshmen instinctively straightened their backs as their eyes swept across the crowd.

"In the name of the seven gods, by the torch of knowledge, welcome you, the new blood of Norenburg!" The headmaster's voice was deep, and every syllable was with a strange rhythm, as if singing an ancient mantra, "This is not a hotbed of pleasure, but a melting pot of truth!" The gray robe in your hand is not a cloth covering the body, but..

..."but a trial suit of the Shroud? Leonard's mind suddenly popped out his own criticism on the day of enrollment. He quickly squeezed out this unethical association and forced himself to focus on the principal's speech. But the solemn words on the high platform, like the syllables of a hypnotic spell, easily pried open the floodgates of his memory -

(Three days ago, Professor Wells's lab)

Edgar Wells's thin fingers tapped the book "The Underlying Logical Hypothesis of the Curse Command," and the monocles reflected cold light.

"Mr. Frovison, the so-called magic theory -" the professor's voice was like sandpaper polishing metal, "not to teach you how to ignite, but to tell you why "burning" must obey the iron law of "combustible material + fuel + ignition point"!"

He waved his wand, and a faint flame leaped at his fingertips: "Look, this is the most basic E-class life spell, "Candlelight." Fools use it to light a pipe, mediocre uses it to scare goblins, and theorists ask: Why do the elements have to respond when the idea is focused on the concept of "photothermal generation"? Who created this "response rule"? Can you get around it, or even... tamper with it?"

Leonard stared at the flames, as if he could see countless invisible threads entwining it, connecting some huge, cold system. "The rules... the skeleton..." the words in his diary roared.

"Apply?" Professor Wells sneered, and the flames went out, "That's the natural running of the skeleton after the flesh and blood! But if you can't even tell whether the skeleton is brushed titanium or decayed wood, running fast is still heading towards a cliff!"

...Remember! Magic is a gift, but also a responsibility! Those who abuse power will eventually be engulfed by power! Principal Donald concluded with a warning, holding up a scepter inlaid with a huge sapphire.

"Now, in the name of the Academy, the beginning -"

"Ow! "

A deafening roar interrupted the ceremony!

In the formation of the Battle Magic Application Academy, a new dwarf raised his arms with a red face. The floating flame axe emblem on his head had expanded three times at some point, and the axe blade was still wrapped with crackling thunder! Apparently, some of the strengthening spells are out of control. The giant axe, like a drunken dragon, swayed into the "split crystal ball" in the center of the hall!

"No -! The guide screamed.

"The Protection Curse! Quick!" the professor exclaimed.

In this moment of flying, Leonard narrowed his eyes.

The rules... He remembered what Professor Wells said.

The out-of-control strengthening spell is essentially a magic output that breaks through the stable conversion rate of "thought-element"...

If I can calculate the perturbation frequency of the dissipating magic at this moment, and then use a reverse resonance spell...

He subconsciously raised his finger, and the empty space sketched the formulas that flashed through his mind. The terrified screams of the freshmen around, the hasty singing of the professors, the roar of the out-of-control axe... all seem to have turned into background noise. The skeleton. He saw only the invisible, trembling regular skeleton!

"-- still!"

A voice older than the principal, but with strange penetrating power, sounded.

Professor Wells appeared by the crystal ball at some point. He just stretched out his thin index finger and lightly touched the raging fire axe.

There was no dazzling light, no loud noise.

The giant axe that seemed to destroy the sky and the earth, as if it had been pulled away all its bones, instantly collapsing into a small gentle flame, disappearing into the air with a "puff" sound. Only a few wisps of smoke remain, indicating its once arrogance.

The whole scene is dead.

Professor Wells pushed the monocles and looked at the terrified new dwarf, slowly saying: "The young son of Earth Fire, before the next time he becomes the emblem "empowerment," I suggest that you calculate the "scancer threshold" of the Norenburg dome structure. After all-"he looked across the room, especially for a moment on Leonard's thoughtful face. "To understand the rules, you can safely... break them."

The opening ceremony continued in a subtle, mixed atmosphere of fear and excitement. Each academy takes turns to showcase "harmless" welcome magic: Life magic court makes magic bread flying in the sky (Unfortunately, several hit the new birdman's head) The Academy of Arcane Theory allows the crystal ball to project the starry sky map (the hypnotic effect is significant)...

Leonard watched quietly. The principal presented the "Star Badge" to the outstanding freshmen on the high platform, and the applause the audience was thunderous. But what echoed in his ears were Professor Wells's casual words.

Understand the rules... Break the rules...

He looked at the sapphire scepter symbolizing the highest power in the headmaster's hand, and remembered the branch information displayed on the crystal ball: Curse theory department No. 3.

A place to study skeletons.

A place... that might allow him to understand how the entire college, and even the entire Noh dynasty, was built by "rules."

On the first day of school, the dome of the Star Dome Hall was still shining brightly.

But Leonard Frovison knew that something had started to burn. Not the flame, but something more secretive and hotter than the flame-ambition, and the uncontrollable greed for knowledge about the nature of the "rules."

Postscript: I'm sorry, everyone, I broke my promise due to the free regional maintenance of VPN.

I had to delay again and again.

So I decided to the second and third volumes in two weeks as a way to apologize