Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy [EN]: Chapter 975

Dirette was having a terrible run of luck with his lectures this semester. It felt like everything was going wrong.

Just recently, all the other professors had to come and sit in on his lecture because of Jo-woorin’s runaway escapade, hadn’t they?

Even then, Dirette had thought, ‘There’s no way there could be a more difficult lecture than this.’

But today, Dirette truly understood why wizards should never guess too quickly. Things could always get worse.

There could indeed be a lecture even more difficult than that one!

“I’m really sorry, Senior.”

Lee Han apologized, his face full of guilt.

The truth was, Lee Han hadn’t brought his mad doppelganger along because he wanted to. Who would want to bring someone like that to a lecture hall?

But the mad doppelganger had stubbornly insisted.

He claimed he would directly guide and supervise Lee Han to achieve success in Minor World magic.

‘Could this be a new form of pressure?’

Lee Han couldn’t help but suspect that his mad doppelganger had changed his methods.

The methods he had used until now weren’t working so well, so he was shifting to this kind of mental pressure…

The thought of it was horrifying.

He would follow him to Professor Garcia’s lecture, to Professor Verdus’s lecture, and even to Professor Vendozol’s lecture, wouldn’t he?

‘Wait. That sounds better than I thought.’

Come to think of it, those professors weren’t so terrible to be followed to. Lee Han realized he had chosen the wrong examples.

“No… it’s alright. It’s not like you wanted to come along either, Junior.”

Having regained his senses, Dirette took the hands that Lee Han and Yukbeltire offered and stood up.

Yukbeltire looked at Dirette as he stood up, his eyes surprisingly kind.

“If it was something like this, you should have said so beforehand.”

“What?”

“All of this was a scheme to lure the Archmage.”

If all this seemingly pointless preparation was actually to attract the Archmage’s doppelganger, it made sense.

Not for some trivial lecture, but to unearth the secrets of magic.

Yukbeltire sincerely apologized for misunderstanding his friend’s true intentions.

“It’s not.”

“…?”

“I said it’s not. I just prepared it to celebrate my junior’s accomplishment.”

Yukbeltire let go of Dirette’s hand, his expression turning cold again. Lee Han glared at the back of this wicked senior’s head.

“Shall we kick him out, that guy?”

“Forget it. He’ll leave on his own anyway.”

As Dirette said, Yukbeltire was rummaging through his bag.

He had finished painting the darkness on the wall as repayment for the debt, so he was thinking of leaving now.

He wouldn’t mind extracting magic from the Archmage’s doppelganger, but he didn’t particularly want to watch Dirette teach black magic to his junior…

“Indeed.”

“!”

While the three were talking, the mad doppelganger had already gotten up and arrived at the front of the lecture hall.

The mad doppelganger looked at Dirette after seeing the >Crow’s Evil Eye> magic written on the blackboard.

“Wizard. Did you create this spell?”

“…Uh, uh, yes.”

Dirette spoke nervously, the words stumbling out without him meaning to.

Of course, the person in front of him was the outrageous wizard who had kidnapped his junior, but strictly speaking, he was also the founder of this Einrogard Black Magic School.

If such a person asked, ‘Did you write this black magic?’, even Dirette couldn’t help but feel instinctively nervous.

Being nervous in front of a professor was the sad fate of all disciples.

“It’s witty, but the finishing touches are clumsy. There’s no need to fix the enemy in your sight. Expand your sixth sense based on your five senses. Don’t forget that magic power is another sensory organ for a wizard.”

The >Crow’s Evil Eye> that Dirette had brought for his junior was a magic created to overcome the limitations of the existing poison-based spells of the black magic school.

A magic that converts the material poison into a non-material form of curse, and then uses the wizard’s sight as a medium to strike the enemy.

If you master this, you wouldn’t have to struggle to inflict poison on Yukbelt, no, other enemies.

But the mad doppelganger noticed the unrefined parts of this magic.

There was no need to confirm the enemy’s location with sight.

Just as a beast uses its whiskers as sensory organs, a wizard can use the magic power of the world as their sensory organ.

There was only one reason for not doing so.

The fear within the wizard himself.

“If you make magic weaker because you are scared of hurting people, you are not doing your job as a wizard.”

“…I will keep that in mind…”

Dirette, stung in a sore spot, nodded without arguing.

The criticism was so sharp that he didn’t even get angry. It was definitely true.

If you’re going to create magic, you should create it with the determination to handle it yourself. Worrying about the danger in advance and lowering its level is not good for anyone.

“But Senior. Doesn’t the difficulty increase if you change it in the way you just said?”

“I suppose it would?”

There was quite a difference in difficulty between casting a curse by looking with your eyes and casting a curse by mobilizing all your other senses.

“Is this the magic I have to learn?”

“Yes.”

“I think I just like the existing magic better…”

Lee Han tried to talk to the mad doppelganger, but his master coldly ignored him.

He tried to persuade him with stepping stones, saying he would master this and then master it later, but it didn’t work at all.

“Dirette certainly has weak points. If he didn’t have those, he could become a greater wizard.”

“…Aren’t you leaving, Senior?”

Lee Han was taken aback when he saw Yukbeltire, who he thought had left after packing his bag, was now sitting down and listening to the lecture.

What is this guy, really?

Originally, the mad doppelganger was just going to quietly guide his disciple’s Minor World from the side, but the passionate students of Einrogard wouldn’t leave a great master alone.

To be precise, Yukbeltire wouldn’t leave him alone. Dirette and Lee Han glared at the silver-haired wizard as if they wanted to kill him.

“Indeed. So, in this part, it’s better to use human shinbones and collarbones as reagents?”

“That’s right. But in that case, there’s another problem.”

Lee Han, who was listening from the side, muttered.

“You’ll get caught by the Imperial Law.”

Yukbeltire and the mad doppelganger ignored him. Only Dirette scribbled with his quill.

That joke was funny to me.

‘Senior!’

Lee Han looked up, moved.

As expected, not just anyone could become the Empire’s best senior.

“May I ask one more question?”

“No.”

“!”

Yukbeltire’s face rippled with shock at the mad doppelganger’s unexpected refusal.

“Why?”

“Wizard, be careful not to be too bold. I answered your question because you are a friend of my student. But remember, I am not *your* teacher, royalty or not.”

The mad doppelganger drew a line.

He had generously answered the previous question about the Red Poison of Ahrak because it was already written on the blackboard and he was a colleague of his disciple.

But strictly speaking, such a question was originally rude behavior.

Shouldn’t a wizard ask their own teacher?

The mad doppelganger looked at Lee Han and asked.

“What kind of wretch is that wizard’s teacher that his disciple is asking questions elsewhere?”

“Shall I call him?”

Lee Han felt excited for the first time in today’s lecture. Dirette seemed to feel the same, as his wings lifted slightly.

Honestly, I want to see him!

“Never mind. Whoever he is, he must be a pathetic fellow.”

‘Too bad!’

While he was regretting, Yukbeltire, who had returned to his seat, whispered from behind Lee Han.

“Wodanaz family junior.”

“?”

“Ask about how to withstand the strong external pressure generated in the distorted dimension.”

“…Did you just speak in Imperial language?”

Lee Han was flustered, wondering if Yukbeltire had spoken in ancient giant language or Verdus language.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s not a joke… So, what did you say?”

Lee Han gave up trying to explain the joke.

How could he explain a joke to a small golem without a heart (or so he thought, but it turned out it didn’t have one)?

“One of the risk factors when casting dimension-related magic is the distorted dimension.”

The concept of multiple dimensions was something that any high-level wizard would delve into, but it was also a concept that became more difficult and troublesome the deeper you dug.

The scope of a dimension was simply too broad to begin with.

The spirit realm or the undead realm, which even ordinary people knew about, were also different dimensions, but parallel worlds that were practically impossible to observe also fell under the concept of dimensions.

Even without going that far, there were many strange and twisted places among the dimensions.

Some where no souls existed, or where there was no volume at all, or where only power existed…

Among these dimensions, malignant dimensions that did not actually function as worlds but only influenced other dimensions were called distorted dimensions.

They were like reefs that wizards who traveled or explored dimensions had to avoid.

These would compress or distort the souls of wizards who tried to visit other dimensions.

‘Wait. Why am I learning this?’

Lee Han, who was taking notes at lightning speed, became confused.

Why was he learning this?

Lee Han wasn’t even majoring in dimensions!

“If you understand, hurry up and ask your question.”

“I understand.”

Lee Han nodded.

Then he said to the mad doppelganger.

“Master. Then can I practice the >Crow’s Evil Eye> magic now?”

“!?!!”

Yukbeltire’s eyes trembled with betrayal. Dirette thought to himself at the sight.

‘Why does he feel betrayed…’

It’s not even a situation where he should feel that way…!

Thanks to a certain Archmage, the difficulty had increased, but >Crow’s Evil Eye> was a good magic.

Above all, the fact that it stopped at the 4th Circle despite the madman’s interference proved the excellence of this magic.

Even if the difficulty suddenly increased, he could somehow resolve it within the 4th Circle.

‘This is exactly what an excellent magic is.’

Lee Han, who was happy with the feeling of gaining something, realized something was strange.

…Come to think of it, there’s no reason to be happy about 4th Circle magic, is there?

‘Could I have been hit by mental magic?!’

No matter how he thought about it, it didn’t make sense unless that was the case. Lee Han circulated his magic power and checked his condition.

“What’s wrong, Junior?”

“I suspect that I may have been hit by mental interference magic.”

“What?! Why?!”

Dirette was startled.

The fact that his junior had brought up such a story meant it wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

What kind of sign had there been?

“You just practiced >Crow’s Evil Eye> without any complaints.”

“…It was always like that.”

“?!!?!”

This time, Lee Han was shocked, but Dirette coldly turned his head.

This was undeniable.

Looking to the side, he saw that his pathetic friend was still sitting there even though the lecture time was over.

“Yukbeltire. Let’s go.”

“I still have questions left.”

Dirette sighed deeply.

Then, with a face that showed he really didn’t want to and was sorry, he spoke to Lee Han.

“Junior. Could you do me a favor?”

“It’s alright.”

Lee Han readily agreed and immediately called the mad doppelganger.

“Master. What are the ways to withstand the strong external pressure generated in the distorted dimension?”

“You’re asking a useful question after quite a while. Using the infinite power of the outer dimension is a desire that every wizard has. But that power is…”

As soon as the mad doppelganger started explaining, Yukbeltire blinked.

Dirette, puzzled by his friend’s unexpected reaction, asked.

“What’s wrong? Wasn’t that the question you wanted?”

“…Why doesn’t the Wodanaz family junior listen to me and only listens to you?”

Dirette was silent.