Surviving as a Mage in a Magic Academy - Chapter 836

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Chapter 836

‘This guy, didn’t he manipulate things in his favor since there’s no one who knows about his past?’

Whether it was the Skeleton Principal’s projection or himself, they shared one common trait: shamelessly saying ‘I was truly excellent even in my youth.’

And surprisingly, several spells created by the Skeleton Principal worked as plausible evidence.

Just recently, the 【Gonadaltes’ Downfall】 he learned was the beginning of research to eliminate the world’s suffering, wasn’t it?

But seeing this pocket dimension magic made Lee Han suspect that the Skeleton Principal had slightly manipulated cause and effect.

Didn’t he develop the Downfall magic to transfer pain to opponents and then say ‘I created it to eliminate the world’s suffering’?

Otherwise, it would be hard for this pocket dimension magic Dendrobium to have such brutal effects.

‘The world’s rules change according to the flower’s color… Simple but powerful.’

Originally, pocket dimension magic didn’t necessarily have to be combat-oriented.

In fact, pocket dimension magic developed purely for combat was rarer. After all, mages weren’t a profession meant for brawling.

Diret’s Pentagrammaton was also a pocket dimension developed for black magic research…

In that regard, this pocket dimension Dendrobium was flexible and versatile magic like the tree it symbolized.

Black flowers nullified physical attacks.

Red flowers absorbed the essence of nearby enemies.

And blue flowers were…

“!”

When the red flower disappeared from the branch tip and a blue bud emerged, Lee Han was surprised.

What effect would blue have?

Lee Han was amazed with pure curiosity, but from the wood spirit’s perspective, it sent chills down his spine.

He could barely endure the red flower’s effect as it was, so what did it mean for it to change to blue flowers now?

It felt like a death sentence that would finish him off without giving any chance.

Under intense crisis, the intelligence of Sarataan, King of Fighting Victory Trees, rapidly increased.

As could be seen from how he lived groveling in a first-year student’s staff for a while before his power and consciousness returned, Sarataan was a base spirit who could become as servile as needed.

And the same went for intelligence. He could use his intelligence whenever necessary.

Sarataan, who had underestimated his opponent mage and tried to win with brute force alone, hastily drew upon his authority from his remaining power.

His body was already heavy from the incomplete unsealing and several authorities were bound, but having his essence absorbed made his whole body sluggish.

Still, befitting the name of a former king, Sarataan succeeded in drawing out one authority.

The authority of grafting.

Instantly, Sarataan’s massive body disappeared as if a tree had rotted and crumbled away.

He wasn’t dead.

Just as plants plant parts of themselves to bloom anew, Sarataan had also planted a projection nearby to bloom anew.

Normally, when the main body was defeated, the projections would also perish, but the plant spirit’s authority ignored that.

The power of life that continuously regenerated as long as projections remained!

Huff, huff… I thought I was going to die!

Sarataan rose from far away and exhaled heavily.

Though he had escaped that unpleasant magical domain, the damage he sustained was severe.

You, today you’ll find your head multiplied into two! I’ll multiply it into two and then crush them both!

Perhaps quite frustrated at being defeated by a mage he had taken lightly, Sarataan warned while fuming.

Even so, he didn’t charge in carelessly like before. Thanks to realizing he could be seriously hurt if he acted rashly.

Grow!

Saplings bloomed around Sarataan and each one began transforming to look like Sarataan.

The authority of grafting wasn’t just about tenacious vitality. Depending on application, it could create a powerful army of projections.

The opponent’s pocket dimension magic seemed invincible at first glance, but no magic existed without weaknesses.

Sarataan had already figured out how to conquer Dendrobium.

I’ll wear you down with hit-and-run tactics! Are you listening! Hey! Mage!

By sending his projections and entering a war of attrition, that pocket dimension magic would inevitably be depleted first.

From nullifying physical attacks to remote essence absorption, these weren’t easy authorities to maintain.

Your mana… mana…

‘No matter how much mana you have, how long can you last!’ Sarataan stopped mid-rage.

Come to think of it, that mage bastard was…?

Flutter!

The Black Book wasn’t particularly flustered even though the opponent had escaped and was preparing a counterattack.

Having already bloomed one pocket dimension Dendrobium, its attitude was that no matter how much that imprisoned spirit rampaged, it was still in its palm.

“…Gah!”

Lee Han, who had been off guard, screamed.

The same feeling of mental overload as before.

Amazingly, this Black Book was trying to use another pocket dimension!

‘This… crazy bastard…!’

No matter how infinite Lee Han’s mana was, it had seen him cough up blood, yet it was doing such a thing.

Truly befitting the Skeleton Principal’s book, it was remarkably insensitive to pain.

Along with the Downfall, pain transferred to the enemy. When Sarataan felt that uncomfortable sensation again, he froze while preparing his projection army.

Hey, stop!! What are you doing! Wait, wait! Hey!

Trying somehow to interfere with his opponent, Sarataan babbled without dignity or pride.

However, the magic was already complete.

Pocket dimension, Basilios!

A simple and modest crown appeared above Lee Han’s head. It was a crown woven from bronze, copper, and tree branches.

Sarataan, who had been on guard, trembled and burst into laughter upon seeing it.

What is that! What kind of crown is that!

The crowns that Spirit Kings placed on their heads to establish their authority were truly the pinnacle of luxury.

The rarest and most sublime treasures within dimensions were invested in them.

But look at that crown.

How poor a king must he be – there were no gems, no gold, no silver.

Stab!

At that moment, Sarataan’s projections all stabbed Sarataan in unison.

The completely unexpected strike left Sarataan unable to even scream properly.

Even giving a hundred concessions, if it were an ordinary, insignificant projection, it could be controlled by another mage.

Mages who had reached mastery could interfere with enemy projections.

But this wasn’t an ordinary projection – it was a projection using the authority of grafting. In a way, it should be considered just part of Sarataan.

Yet such projections were stolen away without even Sarataan himself noticing?

This, this bastard…! It’s not over yet…

Sarataan raged and tried to move his heavy body, only to be shocked once again.

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

‘…Indeed. I see.’

Thanks to the Downfall, Lee Han, freed from pain and overload, could barely get his mind working.

The effect of pocket dimension Basilios was much simpler than Dendrobium.

Domination of enemies within range.

Simple yet truly powerful authority. Lee Han guessed there were probably several conditions.

‘Otherwise, there would be no reason to first use Dendrobium to weaken the target.’

Hey! Release this! Release it! I said release it!

Sarataan, now with nothing else he could do, began just babbling.

The projections whose control had passed to Lee Han wrapped around Sarataan tightly and completely neutralized him.

“…Wait, so what do I do now?”

Lee Han wondered if he should completely finish off his opponent.

‘But then wouldn’t the staff break?’

If he destroyed it beyond sealing, wouldn’t Lee Han’s staff disappear too?

Then the Black Book fluttered and gave instructions.

Urgh, uurgh, kraaagh, kraaaaagh! Krak! Aagh! This, this one was wrong! This one was wrong!

Sarataan’s massive and ferocious body was trapped and compressed as if it had gone under a compactor.

Please, spare me! Mage! I was wrong!

“…Even if sealed, is it okay for a Spirit King to act like this?”

Lee Han was flustered.

Of course, this was the first time Lee Han had seen such a fallen and sealed Spirit King, but even so…

‘Even if Perkuntra became weak, I don’t think she would become like that.’

Suddenly, Lee Han felt respect for Perkuntra’s dignity.

When he returned and met her later, he should at least thank her!

The Black Book fluttered as if shrugging its shoulders.

In the infinite dimensions, there were all kinds of beings, weren’t there?

Aaaaah! Ouch! Agogo! Agagak!

Sarataan screamed at the top of his lungs.

‘He’s even more dramatic than Gainando.’

Naturally, the pain the opposing Wood Spirit felt couldn’t even be compared to the pain Gainando had experienced.

How could you compare it when it was the pain of having your entire body compressed tightly?

But even considering that, he was being too dramatic.

“How long will this continue?”

At Lee Han’s question, the Black Book pretended not to hear and pressed Sarataan again and again.

Only after the arrogant Wood Spirit shed sap from his eyes and apologized for his arrogance did the Black Book stop the torment.

Then it compressed Sarataan further and made it into the original staff form.

“!”

Lee Han was startled.

The staff the Black Book had newly created was very different from the staff he originally knew.

Not only had the color and material changed, but the shape itself had changed too.

If the original staff had been a simple straight form, the changed staff now was a spiral-shaped staff with many empty spaces.

It looked as if two tree branches should be twisted together to form the shape, but one was missing.

‘Ah. I see.’

Lee Han realized belatedly.

First, the color and material had changed because the tree branch had really changed.

Why would Sarataan, who had been sleeping continuously, suddenly wake up?

The tree branch received from Gwangmok King’s forest was powerful enough that he had awakened by borrowing its power.

Since he had borrowed the Black Book’s power to properly seal and confine it again, this was no longer a concern.

And the other side was probably…

‘It must have created empty space to process and insert the black magnetite.’

A staff in the form of black magnetite and Gwangmok King’s tree branch twisted together in spirals.

The pursued purpose was similar, but the form was quite different from Yukveltire’s advice.

“Is there a reason you recommended this particular form? Senior Yukveltire was going to put the tree branch as a core and cover it with black magnetite.”

The Black Book fluttered its pages as if disgusted.

It was the kind of disgust that suggested young people these days didn’t care about dignity or appearances.

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“Waaaaaaah!”

Gainando wailed and pounded the ground.

Giselle spoke to the Blue Dragon Tower students as if she had a headache.

“Make him shut up. I can’t concentrate.”

“We tried too, Moradi.”

“Anyone would think someone died.”

“Dead… dead…?! Waaaah! Moradi, you showed your true colors! You want Lee Han to die!”

Gainando accused Giselle with his face wet with tears and snot.

Giselle was momentarily speechless and flustered by such an absurd accusation.

“What nonsense…”

“Look at that! Look at that! You’re flustered!”

‘Is that so?’

The Blue Dragon Tower students looked at Giselle suspiciously.

Come to think of it, it was suspicious that Moradi was worrying about the collapsed Lee Han.

Didn’t she usually tell him to drop dead?

“Everyone be quiet. You’re interfering with potion-making.”

Yoner, who was in the back, lost his temper.

He was making potions with his Alchemy School friends, but they kept crying in front, making it hard to concentrate.

Ratford whispered quietly.

“If you permit it, I’ll secretly sprinkle silence potion.”

It seemed Salko and Nilia had already half-drawn their silence potions. Secret glances asking for permission were exchanged.

“No. Even if it’s Gainando, I need to hear the other kids’ opinions… Gainando. Stop crying too. He just collapsed.”

Yoner, who was speaking, hesitated.

The Blue Dragon Tower friends, including Gainando and Adenart, were directly supporting the collapsed Lee Han and moving him to their side.

‘…Huh. I think they said not to make contact with the Imperial Family.’

His heart sank as it seemed like his friend, who already seemed unlucky enough, would become even more unlucky.

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