Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 708

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Chapter 708

“Wh… what are you doing right now? You said multiple club memberships were allowed.”

Asan asked in confusion.

Of course, they had guaranteed afterward with ‘clubs have discerning eyes’ and ‘that won’t happen,’ but anyway, it was definitely the upperclassmen who said multiple club memberships were possible.

To say that and then show such a menacing attitude.

Anyone watching would think they were trying to forcibly destroy the cooking club application form.

“We did say multiple memberships were allowed.”

The library club senior, Sevius, nodded obediently to his junior’s words.

“But instead of joining multiple clubs, wouldn’t it be great if you focused on just one club?”

“Sevius is right. Let’s destroy it first and then talk. Priest Falkrious! Let’s have a word! Come out!”

However, the cooking club students who had entered the storage didn’t open the door.

Instead, only mocking laughter came back.

-Puhehe, why should I talk with you guys?

“Damn. We’ve been found out. Attack!”

“Seriously, those cooking club bastards are annoyingly quick-witted!”

The upperclassmen ground their teeth and swung their staffs.

The cooking club was one of the clubs that received the most attacks from other students because of the ingredients they stored.

Naturally, their experience with such attacks was extraordinary.

“Soul, infiltrate!”

One of the upperclassmen cast astral projection to attempt infiltration into the cooking storage.

It was magic frequently used before linking illusion magic, and once it penetrated defenses and connected with the opponent’s soul, it became easier to cast various powerful illusion spells.

“The power of Yang protects!”

Priest Falkrious chanted the spell with a powerful voice.

Then magic burst out frantically from the shabby-looking storage exterior, creating thick defenses.

Seeing this, the upperclassmen cursed.

“Damn, the defenses got even thicker!”

“When did they install something like that?”

“…We did it at the end of last year.”

When the masonry club senior said this awkwardly, criticism flew from all directions.

“You idiot, is money all that matters? The cooking club is already half a fortress, and you helped them more – how are we supposed to steal from them!”

“If you designed it, at least tell us the weak points! Where are the weak points!”

“I forgot the weak points! Would you guys do a commission so carelessly!”

Everyone clicked their tongues at the masonry club senior’s outcry.

Well, if they had taken on a commission, they would have put constraints to forget the weak points too.

Sevius spat and said.

“We don’t need it. We’ll just smash it with force. Let’s see if they won’t come out even when we’re boiling the pot.”

“That’s right. Falkrious! You think the masonry club can’t destroy what the masonry club built? Come out right now! Let’s negotiate properly and decide!”

-Wahaha, try it if you can, there’ll be plenty of ingredients for the pot! The application form is still in my hands anyway!

Having heard all the conversation outside, Falkrious mocked and provoked them.

The upperclassmen seemed even more enraged by that provocation.

“We’ll kill you!”

“You thieving bastards. We’ll repay the grudges you’ve accumulated by always taking leftovers!”

Bang! Kwakwakwakwabang!

A makeshift siege battle unfolded with the storage, tent, and pot in between.

The most vulnerable storage door writhed and transformed into an evil spirit.

The cooking club mages responded immediately. A powerful petrification spell wrapped around the evil spirit and turned it into stone.

Then the stone transformed into a golem. Everyone whistled at Sevius’s handiwork.

-Waaaaaaah!

With a battle cry, Priest Falkrious swung a ladle. The ladle transformed into a giant mace and smashed the golem.

“How much doping did you do?!”

“Block the potions first! Those guys could last a week with just potions!”

When the upperclassmen joined forces and chanted spells, changes immediately appeared.

The cooking club mages noticed the changes occurring in the storage and in the potion bottles at their waists and were horrified.

Their precious potions were rotting or corroding.

“Turn them to lead for now! We can reverse it later!”

“Yes!”

“Puha, if you want to show off your strength so much, I’ll oblige! Let’s-settle-this-with-strength!”

Seeing Falkrious charging while emitting a full-color aura from various potion effects, the upperclassmen didn’t dodge but faced him head-on.

“Good, come! Falkrious.”

“The winner takes the application form!”

When one of the upperclassmen half-melted into the ground and tried to transform into a giant rock monster, Perse decided this wouldn’t do and shouted to the underclassmen.

“Let’s disband for today! Anyway, other clubs that aren’t here will come find you separately within this week to explain!”

“Understood!”

“By any chance, are you thinking of joining the ball game club for now?”

“…”

The 2nd year students cast contemptuous looks at Perse, who casually threw out the question while evacuating.

Perse seemed a bit embarrassed and avoided their gazes while answering.

“I asked because you might be interested in ball games.”

* * *

-Caution entering 7th floor for a while, club war breaking out.

What kind of clubs are they?

They said they were official clubs.

What’s wrong? Did they cut the funding or something?

“…”

“…”

His friends, who were looking at the posts on the bulletin board, comforted Lee Han.

“Don’t feel too troubled, Wardanaz.”

“Right. Let’s think positively. The upperclassmen might give up on you while fighting.”

“!”

Lee Han hadn’t expected much from his friends’ comfort, but this time he was a bit intrigued.

“That might be possible.”

“Does that make sense?”

Gainando tilted his head.

If ten people were fighting over one chocolate cake, even if they got tired of fighting each other, they would compromise and share it rather than give up the cake itself.

“Keep him quiet.”

“Mmph…! Why! What did I get wrong!”

His friends firmly covered Gainando’s mouth in case Lee Han might hear.

“Well, see you later, Wardanaz. I have to leave now to attend a lecture.”

“What lecture?”

“【Research on the Most Comfortable Postures During Rest】.”

“…Didn’t they say that lecture hasn’t existed for 10 years?”

“It might have returned this year!”

“Uh… sure.”

Faced with his friend’s hopeful expression, Lee Han couldn’t say anything more.

Actually, it wasn’t unheard of for missing professors to return and revive lectures within the school.

‘I should make a move too.’

Originally, the first week was club introduction week, but that didn’t mean there were no lectures.

Especially from second year onwards, as the range of selectable lectures broadened, it was also the student’s responsibility to confirm whether the lectures actually existed.

‘Lectures…’

Lee Han checked the lecture schedule.

Actually, since it was based on the schedule that Yukveltire and the professors had (arbitrarily) created, he didn’t think there would be that many non-existent lectures.

‘What’s this?’

Lee Han was puzzled when he discovered a difference while scanning through the lecture list.

There was a lecture that wasn’t in the mandatory schedule created by the professors, but was in the schedule recommended by Yukveltire.

On Understanding Very Difficult and Abstruse Secret Magic (Those Without Confidence Should Not Come)

“…?”

Other friends wouldn’t agree, but Lee Han could also choose lectures.

Even in the mandatory schedule that the professors had packed tightly, there were very small gaps remaining.

Yukveltire’s lecture schedule kindly recommended and filled even those gaps, but anyway, it was true that Lee Han could choose.

But to recommend such a lecture for that precious space.

‘Hmm. Senior Diret did say that artifact was really amazing…’

Lee Han remembered Diret praising Yukveltire’s Calendarium.

Other tower students were willing to endure surprise attacks and raids to obtain that lecture schedule artifact.

If it was a lecture recommended by such an artifact, there must be a reason.

In that case, it would be right to just follow the recommendation, but…

‘…The lecture name is too strange though?’

It was a lecture title that seemed to say ‘if you come to attend after seeing this name, it’s your own fault.’

Lee Han was even more cautious since he had experience last year of his life getting twisted after entering a lecture thinking he’d take it easy.

“…Let’s go carefully and see.”

Still, he couldn’t completely ignore the recommendation, so Lee Han moved his steps.

If he opened the door and Professor Boladi was there, he planned to immediately back away.

Creak-

Lee Han, who opened the door to the corner, corner, and corner lecture hall on the third floor, hesitated at the sight that looked like no one had entered for over ten years.

‘It’s not Professor Bagrek.’

Professor Boladi was someone who would be standing in the center like a statue from before the start.

In contrast, this was a place where not even a trace of human presence could be felt.

Lee Han felt a little relieved and sat down in a chair after dusting it off.

A moment later.

‘…Is no one coming?’

Lee Han was slightly flustered.

Even if not from the same year, he had thought at least one third-year or fourth-year senior would come.

It was an unpopular lecture that no one would choose, so why on earth?

When Lee Han was thinking he should wait a little more and then leave, the door opened.

Creak-

Professor Garcia peeked her head through the opened door.

Then, thinking no one was there, she was about to turn her head back when she stopped.

“Oh. Student Lee Han?”

“Good day, Professor.”

“Did you perhaps come to the wrong lecture hall?”

“Uh…”

Lee Han checked again just in case at Professor Garcia’s question.

“On Understanding Very Difficult and Abstruse Secret Magic. Those Without Confidence Should Not Come. Isn’t this it?”

“…Student Lee Han came because you were curious after hearing such a lecture title?!”

Professor Garcia looked at Lee Han as if she couldn’t believe it.

She hadn’t believed the Skeleton Principal’s schemes, but at this point, the hypothesis that ‘Student Lee Han deliberately chooses difficult and hard lectures’ was gaining strength.

Why on earth would he try to attend a lecture with such a title?

“A senior recommended it to me.”

“Which bastard… Ah. Calendarium?”

Professor Garcia belatedly thought of the Blue Dragon Tower artifact.

The treasure of Blue Dragon Tower that helped choose lectures much more efficiently while other tower students wasted several times more time.

“That’s right. You knew about it?”

“Student Yukveltire is famous after all… But, the Calendarium recommended this lecture?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Professor Garcia made an expression full of anguish, as if she couldn’t decide what to say.

“Professor?”

“Um… Ah… Really… Why on earth did it recommend this?”

The professor sighed deeply as if the ground would cave in, then fully opened the door and came inside.

Then she explained further.

“First of all, I’m the professor in charge of this lecture. Student Lee Han.”

“!”

Lee Han was startled.

It was surprising that Professor Garcia was in charge of this lecture, but more than that…

“No way. You chose such a lecture title, Professor?!”

“There were circumstances!”

Professor Garcia also seemed embarrassed as she answered with her face slightly reddened.

“The lecture content is quite difficult. I made it like this so students wouldn’t attend unnecessarily.”

“Professor…!”

Lee Han understood Professor Garcia’s words and was greatly moved.

The wicked Skeleton Principal must have forcibly ordered ‘Kehehe Garcia Professor, you must torment the students, so open the following lecture!’

She had no choice but to open the lecture, but Professor Garcia, who didn’t want to unnecessarily torment students, chose a title that absolutely no one would attend.

‘Truly moving.’

It would have been a moving story, except for the fact that Lee Han himself had come to attend that lecture.

“What kind of magic is it?”

“Time magic.”

“Ah.”

“Student Lee Han, were you interested in time magic?”

When Lee Han showed an unexpected reaction, Professor Garcia cast a curious gaze.

It was a reaction as if Lee Han himself had something that came to mind about time magic.

“During vacation, I had this kind of watch…”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Professor Garcia quickly snatched the pocket watch from Lee Han’s hand and threw it at the wall.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the pocket watch made a hole in the wall and flew out to the corridor.

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