Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 810

The mad doppelganger looked angry at the simple answer, but the other magic school students seemed quite moved by it.

“I understand. The sight of outstanding magic clashing is enough to make any wizard’s heart race.”

‘These creatures, less than vermin, these imbecilic, dull-witted wastes… outstanding, are they?’

“Shhh, Master. Please be quiet. Imagine how jealous these people would be if they found out I was learning from you.”

Lee Han spoke quietly, so only the wand hidden behind him could hear.

Of course, the mad doppelganger paid no heed.

‘Jealous vermin, indeed…’

‘I’ll just have to keep him hidden.’

“Wizards are supposed to possess a cold and unwavering rationality, but without such passion, one cannot ascend to greater heights!”

The Valdrogard students, seemingly pleased by the Calorogard students’ words, cheered and applauded.

“That’s right!”

“Magic comes from the heart!”

The Calorogard students warmly responded to the approval of their recent enemies.

“Silence!” snapped a Calorogard student.

“Nobody cares what you Valdrogard fools think!” another sneered.

The friendly mood vanished instantly. The hatred between the two schools was too strong to disappear so easily.

The Calorogard students glared at their rivals. *How dare* the Valdrogard students talk about magic to *them*?

“You rude pigs!” shouted a Valdrogard student, his face red. “We were being polite, and you insult us!”

“This is an outrage!” yelled another.

Lee Han was slightly surprised when the Valdrogard students drew their wands.

‘Oh. So they’re actually going to do something?’

It was a rather rude thought, but the fact that the Valdrogard students were drawing their wands to cast spells was, in itself, quite astonishing. Perhaps by fourth year, even Valdrogard students achieved some magical competence…

“Garal, sir! Teach them a lesson!”

“Give them a good sting!”

“……”

“……”

Garal looked at Lee Han, his eyes firm. ‘Do not pity me,’ his eyes seemed to say. Lee Han nodded, ‘Understood.’ He respected Garal’s pride.

He was right, certainly.

Who was Lee Han to pity a wizard walking his own path?

And it wasn’t as if Lee Han was in a particularly enviable situation himself.

From the eccentric professors of Einrogard to the ancient madman trying to kill him, and Professor Verdus, too…

‘Professor Verdus was still a problem, but right now, the mad doppelganger was worse.’

Summon the Obsidian Coffin. Make them kneel.

“?”

While Lee Han was lost in thought, the mad doppelganger spoke again.

Lee Han, who had no idea what the Obsidian Coffin was, looked puzzled.

The Obsidian Coffin… Could it be that he doesn’t know what the Obsidian Coffin is?

“No.”

If he doesn’t even know the Obsidian Coffin, what sort of magic are these wastes teaching? Follow my instructions. I shall enlighten you.

The mad doppelganger commanded him to prepare the spell according to his instructions.

Lee Han wanted to ask what kind of spell it was, but he was wary, as the mad doppelganger’s patience seemed to be wearing thin.

‘If it’s a summoning spell based on dark elements… but it looks far too complex and difficult.’

As Lee Han waved his wand and constructed the magical structure as instructed by the mad doppelganger, a question suddenly arose.

Could he really pull off this spell?

After all, the spells the mad doppelganger ordered were fundamentally very difficult, weren’t they?

He could tell just from the way the doppelganger was clamoring for him to master 5-circle magic.

Judging from its structure, this spell was by no means simple or easy…

‘The writing on the magic circle looked very old, like a language from a forgotten time.’

The inscriptions etched into various parts of the magic circle were written in the script used during the Three Kingdoms era.

Even if he didn’t fully understand its meaning, Lee Han, being a second-year student, had a rough idea.

This was a device to control and restrain a considerably powerful entity.

“Master, can I really cast this spell with my level of skill?”

The mad doppelganger ignored him instead of answering.

The mad doppelganger was slowly learning how to deal with his disciple. Lee Han grumbled inwardly.

“…I offer the purest darkness as a burnt offering…”

As the form of the spell began to take shape, flames composed of dark elements flickered at each point of the nearby compass directions, and the space trembled. It was a typical sign of a summoning spell.

Lee Han was greatly alarmed as he felt the magical power draining away like a torrent.

It wasn’t surprising in itself, as wizards often sacrificed magical power as a price when casting summoning spells, but…!

‘What in the world is this amount?’

It was an amount of magical power that even Lee Han, who was used to squandering it, found astonishing.

Only then did Lee Han realize what the mad doppelganger had in mind when he told him to use this spell.

The summoning of the Obsidian Coffin was not so much about being inherently difficult, but rather, once the preparations were made, it was a spell that could be solved with sheer magical power.

It was certainly a spell well-suited for someone with exceptional magical power. Lee Han was slightly impressed inwardly.

‘I didn’t think he was capable of such consideration. I’m surprised. I honestly thought he’d force me to cast a spell that was impossible to cast.’

Not bad for a first try. Keep going.

Perhaps because of the nature of the spell, the mad doppelganger seemed quite satisfied. Lee Han cautiously inquired, watching his expression.

“Master, what kind of spell is this?”

A spell to shut the mouths of those vermin who claim to be dark wizards…

“…I meant, what kind of spell is it really, not some metaphor.”

The mad doppelganger gazed at the summoning amidst the dark flames before turning his gaze.

What kind of spell does it seem like?

“It uses dark elements, has such a complex structure, and it’s a summoning spell… Hmm. I don’t know. A Black Dragon?”

Not bad.

“Was that a good answer?”

No. The answer was nonsense, you commoner. But I shall graciously acknowledge your desire to summon a Black Dragon.

“I didn’t mean I wanted to summon…”

The Obsidian Coffin is a coffin that imprisons an artificially created demigod.

“?”

When his disciple failed to understand, the mad doppelganger, as one who prided himself on being the most outstanding teacher in the current empire, patiently explained.

Some wizards thought divine magic came from people’s faith, not gods. The mad doppelganger thought the same thing.

He believed he could create magic like divine magic. He would use dark magic instead of faith.

The Obsidian Coffin was his secret magic. It summoned a powerful being made of darkness, not faith. He called it an artificial demigod.

“……”

Lee Han was overwhelmed by the explanation. As a wizard who was also learning magic, he was indeed overwhelmed by the mad doppelganger’s words.

Apart from the power or difficulty of the magic itself, the mad doppelganger’s very concept exuded a sense of intimidation.

‘Is this what the ancient wizards were like?’

To create something akin to a god with magic and summon it.

Not contracting with beings from other dimensions and summoning them, but an artificial being created solely by the wizard.

‘No. More than that, is he casting it to make dark wizards kneel, usually?’

Lee Han belatedly realized why he was casting this spell now.

He was doing this to show off his magic to the Calorogard dark wizards.

“Wait. But why a coffin?”

If it’s an artificial dark demigod, it should be >Obsidian Summon>, so why >Obsidian Coffin Summon>?

To confine it, then? Is he trying to unleash the artificial demigod freely?

“Is it a dangerous entity?”

No.

“Phew. That’s a relief. So you made it benevolent?”

Magic is not dangerous. It is only the wizard who wields it who puts himself in danger. Is the sun dangerous?

‘It is dangerous, you idiot…’

Lee Han was about to recount the story of the wizard who met a tragic end after flying too close to the sun, but stopped himself.

It seemed this artificial demigod was indeed a very dangerous entity.

The Calorogard students, who had forgotten that Lee Han had interrupted, paused in their renewed argument with the Valdrogard students.

The Valdrogard students, thinking their words had finally gotten through, were triumphant.

“Finally understood, have you? The shallowness of your arguments!”

“…What is that thing?”

Garal, sensing something ominous, also turned his gaze.

While they were arguing, the second-year student from Einrogard was summoning something bizarre.

A huge, black coffin rose from the ground. It looked like it was made of shadows, solid and cold. Dark energy pulsed from it.

“?”

“What is that?”

The Valdrogard students tilted their heads, judging only by the Obsidian Coffin’s appearance.

Its appearance was too different from typical summoning magic.

Usually, when an entity from another dimension manifested, or when an inanimate object was summoned, its purpose should be clearly felt…

But the purpose of that massive coffin was currently incomprehensible.

However, the Calorogard students were different. As wizards who specialized in dark magic, they felt an inherent unease and foreboding.

The density of dark elements is unbelievably high!

‘What in the world did he summon?’

Whoosh-

In that instant, the undead beside the Calorogard students were reverse-summoned.

Without any attack, without any sign.

“?”

“What’s going on?!”

“…The, the Obsidian Coffin! It’s the Obsidian Coffin!”

Among the Calorogard students was one who majored in ancient dark magic research.

He had only suspected it, but now he realized what magic it was.

He had heard that in ancient times, this secret rite created by an unknown archmage had spread like wildfire through various kingdoms, captivating many dark wizards.

A magic that creates an artificial dark demigod and confines it in a coffin to control it!

“Such magic exists?!”

“Why haven’t I heard of it before? I’d like to learn such magic!”

A half-baked existence, confined in a coffin, artificially created, but still a god nonetheless.

The ability to impose new rules on the surroundings and twist reality as the wizard desires was that much more appealing.

In the case of the demigod inside that Obsidian Coffin, it clearly possessed the power to control all the surrounding undead.

“Well… I’ve only heard that it was banned even in ancient times because it was too dangerous…”

The amount of dark elements required for even a single, short summoning, not a permanent one, was beyond imagination.

To gather such dark elements, dark wizards would inevitably have to resort to wicked forbidden arts.

Even after summoning, there was still a problem.

It was manageable when it was quietly confined inside the coffin, but if the coffin were to break during a fight and the demigod trapped inside were to crawl out, it was impossible to predict what would happen.

The wizard had created the demigod, but was not its master. There were countless cases in ancient times where a demigod, born with the powers designated by the wizard, would emerge from the coffin and devastate the surroundings.

To find such a dangerous magic and cast it so boldly.

As expected, the madness of Einrogard was unparalleled.

“Why did he cast such an obsolete magic?”

“Well… I’m not sure. As expected, the Einrogard lot are not just crazy…”

“Everyone. Do you see this?”

Lee Han, oblivious to the other wizards’ astonishment, opened his mouth.

It was time to end this squabble to satisfy the mad doppelganger.

“Is there anyone who will stand against this magic? If not, I would dare to declare victory!”

The Calorogard students gave him a look of utter exasperation.

That look held only one meaning.

Madman!

To boldly bring out such a forbidden and obsolete magic just for the purpose of showing off his skills.

One of the Calorogard students, shuddering at his audacity and cruelty, stared intently at Lee Han’s face before pausing.

“Wait. Could you be… Lee Han of the Wodanaz family? The one Senior Agdung mentioned?”

“What? The Wodanaz family?”

The Valdrogard students reacted to the Calorogard student’s words.

“That fourth-year?”

“Wasn’t he a fifth-year?”

“You foolish friends. He’s a sixth-year. How can you not even count?”

“……”

Garal stared at the Valdrogard students as if dumbfounded.

He knew they were stupid, but this was really…?!