Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 836

Did Ethan think the Skull Headmaster was manipulating things because no one knew his past?

Whether it was the Skull Headmaster’s doppelganger or the man himself, they both shamelessly declared, “I was quite brilliant even in my youth.”

Surprisingly, some of the spells created by the Skull Headmaster seemed to prove it.

Take the recently learned >Gonadaltes’ Fall> for example; wasn’t that the beginning of research to eliminate the world’s pain?

But looking at this microcosm magic, Ethan couldn’t help but suspect that the Skull Headmaster had manipulated things slightly.

Did he develop the Fall magic to transfer pain to others and then claim, “I created it to eliminate the world’s pain”?

Otherwise, it was hard to understand why this microcosm magic, Dendrobium, was so brutal.

“The rules of the world change depending on the color of the flower… simple but powerful.”

Microcosm magic didn’t have to be for fighting.

In fact, microcosm magic made just for combat was rare. Wizards usually used it for other things, like research.

Dirette’s Pentagrammaton was also a microcosm developed for black magic research…

In that way, this microcosm, Dendrobium, was a flexible magic, like the tree it symbolized.

Black flowers stopped physical attacks.

Red flowers absorbed the life from enemies nearby.

And blue flowers…

“!”

As the red flower disappeared and a blue bud appeared, Ethan was astonished.

What could blue do?

Ethan was curious, but the Tree Spirit felt a chill.

The red flower was already hard to deal with, so what would the blue flower do? It felt like a death sentence.

Saratan, the Gambling Victory Tree King, felt a strong sense of danger.

He had groveled at the end of a first-year student’s wand before his power came back, so he was a spirit who could be as servile as he needed to be.

He could use his intelligence as much as he needed.

Saratan, who had been trying to beat Ethan, pulled out his power from his remaining strength.

His body was heavy because the seal wasn’t completely gone, and some of his powers were tied up. Being drained of his life made him feel weak.

Still, Saratan used one of his powers, the power of grafting.

Saratan’s big body vanished as if a tree had rotted.

He wasn’t dead.

Just as plants grow again by planting parts of themselves, Saratan had planted a clone nearby and was reborn.

Usually, clones die when the main body is beaten, but the plant spirit’s power ignored that.

The power of life kept regenerating as long as a clone was alive!

“Hah, hah… I thought I was done for!”

Saratan, having risen far away, took a deep breath.

He had escaped that magic, but he was hurt badly.

“You, you’ll have two heads today! After I make you have two heads, I’ll crush them both!”

Saratan warned Ethan, angry that he had been beaten by a wizard he had underestimated.

Even so, he didn’t charge in as before. He knew that acting without thinking could lead to injury.

“Sprout!”

Saplings sprouted around Saratan, each one turning into his likeness.

The power of grafting wasn’t just about strong life. It could create an army of clones.

The microcosm magic seemed unbeatable, but all magic has weaknesses.

Saratan knew how to use Dendrobium’s weakness.

“I’ll wear you down with hit-and-run tactics! Are you listening! Huh! Wizard!”

If he sent his clones, that microcosm magic would run out first.

From stopping physical attacks to absorbing life, none of his powers were easy to deal with.

“Your magic… your magic…”

Saratan paused, about to say, ‘How long do you think you can last with that little magic of yours!’

Come to think of it, that wizard…?

The black book didn’t seem worried, even as its opponent retreated to prepare.

Having bloomed one microcosm, Dendrobium, it acted as if that trapped spirit was still within its grasp.

“…Cough!”

Ethan cried out, surprised.

He felt the same mental overload as before.

The black book was trying to use another microcosm!

‘This… crazy book…!’

Even if Ethan’s magic was endless, he had seen him cough up blood, yet it was still doing this.

It was truly insensitive to pain.

Along with Fall, the pain was transferred to the enemy. Saratan froze, preparing his clone army, as he felt the same unpleasant feeling as before.

“Hey, stop!! What are you doing! Wait, just a minute! Hey!”

Saratan babbled, trying to stop his opponent.

But the magic was done.

Microcosm, Basileios!

A simple crown appeared above Ethan’s head. It was a crown made of bronze, copper, and branches.

Saratan, who had been wary, trembled and laughed as soon as he saw it.

“What is that! What kind of crown is that!”

The crowns that the Spirit Kings put on their heads were very luxurious.

The rarest treasures were used to make them.

But that crown had no gold, silver, or jewels.

Thwack!

Saratan’s clones stabbed him all at once.

Saratan couldn’t even scream from the unexpected blow.

An ordinary clone could be controlled by another wizard.

A wizard could interfere even with the enemy’s clones.

But these weren’t ordinary clones; they were clones that used the power of grafting.

They should have been seen as just a part of Saratan.

And yet, those clones were taken away without Saratan noticing?

“Y-you book..! It’s not over yet…”

Saratan tried to move his heavy body in anger, but was horrified again.

His body wouldn’t move, as if he had become someone’s servant.

‘…Indeed. I see.’

Ethan, freed from the pain thanks to Fall, could barely turn his head.

The effect of the microcosm Basileios was simpler than Dendrobium.

It dominated enemies within range.

It was a simple but powerful ability. Ethan guessed that there were probably some conditions.

‘Otherwise, it wouldn’t have used Dendrobium first to weaken him.’

“Hey! Let go of this! I said let go! Let me go!”

Saratan started to babble.

The clones, now controlled by Ethan, wrapped around Saratan and stopped him.

“…Wait, what do I do now?”

Ethan wondered if he should finish him off.

Wouldn’t that break the staff?

If he destroyed the seal, wouldn’t Ethan’s staff disappear?

Then the black book fluttered, giving instructions.

“Ugh, eugh, kraaugh, kraaaugh! Kraaugh! Aaugh! I, I was wrong! I was wrong!”

Saratan’s big body was trapped and shrunk.

“S-save me! Wizard! I was wrong!”

“…Even if he’s sealed, should a Spirit King really be like this?”

Ethan was surprised.

Of course, this was the first time Ethan had seen a Spirit King who had fallen and been sealed like this, but still…

‘I don’t think Perkontra would be like that, no matter how weak she became.’

Suddenly, Ethan respected Perkontra’s dignity.

I should thank her when I go back and see her later!

The black book fluttered as if shrugging.

There were many different beings in the dimensions.

“Aaaargh! Ouch! Agogo! Agagak!”

Saratan screamed.

‘He’s exaggerating even more than Gainando.’

Of course, the pain that Saratan was feeling couldn’t be compared to Gainando’s pain.

How could you compare it to the pain of having your whole body compressed?

But even so, he was exaggerating too much.

“How long is this going to go on?”

The black book pretended not to hear Ethan and kept compressing Saratan.

Only after Saratan cried did the black book stop hurting him.

Then it compressed Saratan even more, turning him back into his staff form.

“!”

Ethan was startled.

The staff that the black book had made was different from the staff he knew.

The color, material, and shape had changed.

The original staff was straight, but the new staff was a spiral with empty spaces.

It was as if two branches were supposed to twist together, but one was missing.

‘Ah. I see.’

Ethan realized.

The color and material had changed because the branch had changed.

Why would Saratan suddenly wake up?

The branch he received from the Forest of the Radiant Tree King must have been powerful enough to wake him up.

He had been sealed again with the power of the black book, so there was no need to worry.

And the other side was probably…

‘It must have created an empty space to put in the black magnetite.’

A staff in the shape of black magnetite and a branch of the Radiant Tree King intertwined.

The goal was similar, but the form was different from Yukbertire’s advice.

“Is there a reason why you recommended this form? Yukbertire was going to put a branch in the core and cover it with black magnetite.”

The black book fluttered its pages as if it was disgusted.

It was as if it was disgusted that young people didn’t care about dignity.

“Waaah!”

Gainando cried and pounded the floor.

Giselle said to the Blue Dragon Tower students, “Make him shut up. I can’t concentrate.”

“We tried, Moradi.”

“Anyone would think he was dead.”

“Dead… dead…?! Waaah! Moradi, you’re showing your true colors! You want Ethan to die!”

Gainando accused Giselle with a face covered in tears.

Giselle was speechless.

“What nonsense…”

“Look at that! Look at that! She’s flustered!”

The Blue Dragon Tower students looked at Giselle suspiciously.

It was suspicious that Moradi was worried about Ethan.

Didn’t she always tell him to die?

“Everyone, be quiet. You’re bothering me from making potions.”

Yoner got angry.

He was distracted because his alchemy school friends kept crying in front of him while he was making potions.

Ratford whispered, “If you allow me, I will quietly put a little silencing potion.”

Salco and Nilia had already taken out half of the silencing potion. They looked at each other, asking for permission.

“No. I have to get opinions from the other kids, except for Gainando… Gainando, stop crying. He just fainted.”

Yoner paused.

Gainando and the Blue Dragon Tower friends were moving Ethan towards them.

‘…Oh. They said not to touch the royal family.’

He worried that his friend might have bad luck.