The Return of the EX-Class Wizard - Chapter 209

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The Return of an EX-Rank Mage Episode 209
Raymond received a message from The Professors.
“What? I’m in the middle of NPC dispatch duties in the Lower Dimension…”
Could they really contact me this directly from the Higher Dimension?
Raymond felt slightly irritated.
In truth, Raymond wasn’t the type to get angry over every single message.
But today was different.
“Those vulturous professors.”
The system mail contained requests to inform them about the EX-Rank Awakened One, or expressions of desire to speak with the EX-Rank Awakened One, and similar matters.
“Kang-mok is my student. You shameless professors.”
While there was no explicit statement about making the EX-Rank Awakened One their own student, that’s what it amounted to in Raymond’s view.
Such shameless fellows.
What help had they ever given to his student’s magical development?
He ignored most of it.
“Hmm?”
But then a formal proposal from The Professors arrived.
Currently, Raymond held a position equivalent to vice-director of the Aila Advanced Research Institute.
Reviewing a proposal was nothing.
Raymond fell into deep contemplation.
“Would this benefit my student, or would it not?”
My student’s combat prowess was genuine.
But as a mage, he was still unripe.
He was a promising talent who required considerable guidance and mentorship.
“They’re definitely planning to establish a graduate school on Earth.”
Would this truly be advantageous for my student?
I’m not sure.
In the past, I would have welcomed it with open arms…
“But my student is such an unconventional mage, you see.”
His potential is boundless.
His magical growth transcends imagination.
The expandability of connecting meteor showers that destroy everything to precision sniping!
The creativity of implementing absolute destructive magic while defining it as defensive magic!
The originality of shattering curses with overwhelming physical force and then defining it as Haeju magic!
Everything deviates far from the path of an ordinary mage.
To the point where it made me reflect and reconsider myself.
“Is a graduate school truly the right vessel for such a student?”
I was certainly convinced of it before.
I believed he was a graduate school prodigy.
But my thoughts have changed.
“Perhaps formal education might actually hinder my student’s growth.”
No.
It’s highly probable that will be the case.
My disciple’s originality and creativity would both be constrained.
“That’s unacceptable.”
I raise my own disciples.
I won’t let anyone take them from me.
Raymond attended a video conference he had ignored multiple times.
A virtual conference hall.
More than ten Professors were seated around a round table.
It was rare for so many magic Professors to participate in a conference.
Their personal inclinations were far too strong.
What? Forced participation in a conference? Then I’ll deploy a forced rejection spell.
That’s the type they were.
‘This must mean their interest in my disciple is extraordinary.’
Indeed.
I had broadcast a notification on a universal scale, so it was only natural.
My disciple truly is remarkable.
Raymond spoke first.
“I understand that direct communication with the Lower Dimension is an extraordinarily difficult endeavor.”
It required significant human and material resources.
Every word, every phrase cost money and wealth.
“Yet despite this, the fact that you’ve reached out to me must be because you’ve recognized my disciple’s magical potential.”
The conversation continued.
There, Raymond heard unwelcome news.
“What? Forced enrollment?”
They intended to forcibly manifest a graduate school on this land and forcibly enroll my disciple.
As a mage, they couldn’t overlook such talent, or so they claimed.
“What are these lunatics saying.”
Of course, Raymond had once considered ‘forced enrollment’ himself, but that was then and this is now.
When I do ‘forced enrollment’ it’s acceptable, but when they do it, it’s illegal.
“What? You’ve activated a minimum intelligence condition?”
They were sending forced enrollment documents.
A system mail would arrive shortly, and a mandatory Quest ‘Establish a Magic Graduate School’ would begin.
“What? Anyone with intelligence above 80 is automatically enrolled?”
If one exceeded intelligence 80, refusal was impossible.
Automatic enrollment.
Raymond burst into laughter.
“These insane bastards!”
Such ‘forced clauses’ were a type of constraint.
A minimum safeguard to exercise coercive power.
It’s an essential clause for intervening in the system and triggering a forced Quest.
“Intellect 80. That’s quite a reasonable and wise condition.”
It’s an adequately acceptable condition to use as a forced clause.
Intellect 80.
Still, an ordinary mage would far exceed that threshold.
The system must have calculated it to be an acceptable level.
“True. A mage of that caliber couldn’t possibly have intellect below 80. Well done, haha!”
My disciple falls far short of that intellect, you idiots!

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A red exclamation mark appeared in Choi Kang-mok’s system mailbox.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen one.’
Usually, good things are given.
I confirmed the subject line with my eyes.
[Magic Graduate School Admission Recommendation Letter]
In that instant, against Choi Kang-mok’s will, the mailbox was forcibly opened.
‘What?’
Various magical runes materialized in the air.
Green numbers swirled like digital serial codes, wrapping around Choi Kang-mok’s body.
[Forced Quest activated!]
[Quest, ‘Establish a Magic Graduate School on Earth!’ has been created.]
The notification paused briefly.
[Intellect below 80.]
[Forced Quest progression has been cancelled.]
[Quest, ‘Establish a Magic Graduate School on Earth!’ has been created.]
Choi Kang-mok felt utterly bewildered.
“Just now, I felt an enormous amount of magical power.”
My level is still too low to understand it precisely.
In any case, it was definitely magic.
And I sensed the malice contained within this ‘spam mail’.
“Are they trying to imprison me and breed me as a mage?”
Wickedly selfish intentions that defied verbal expression felt starkly apparent.
It was a sensation only a mage could perceive.
This was absurdity beyond measure.
Are they really trying to forcibly enroll people this way?
[Partial user information will be transmitted.]
They’re even extracting personal information?
This is definitely spam.
[Transmitted Information: Intellect below 80]
Heat flushed across Choi Kang-mok’s face.
“These bastards.”
They had discovered a secret I didn’t want exposed.
My Intelligence couldn’t possibly be this low.
I had been planning to raise it anyway.
“I’ll increase it now.”
The contamination from Mayo couldn’t be completely ignored.
Up to 100 Intelligence was the safe threshold.
Then 80 Intelligence would be….
“I can’t raise it that high anyway.”
My mood darkened slightly.
No! My Intelligence exceeds 80!
…I couldn’t even claim that, staring at this pathetic stat window.
Even investing all my remaining stat points, my Intelligence would only reach 69.
“This is ridiculous.”
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[STAT WINDOW]
Strength: 50 (21 +5 +24)
Stamina: 40 (35 + 5)
Agility: 60 (44 + 3 + 4 + 2 + 7)
Intelligence: 60 (55 + 5)
*Remaining Stats: 9
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I had raised my Intelligence to 60.
For a mage who had cleared 70 consecutive floors at EX-rank or higher, it was still an embarrassingly low figure, but it was far better than before.
These con artists.
They wouldn’t expose my Intelligence, would they?
They might use it to find my weakness.
Some kind of Intelligence scam, perhaps.
“The Professors from the Magic School.”
Just let them be caught.
They’re definitely not real professors.
They’re probably some kind of con artist syndicate from the Higher Dimension.
These fraudsters even possessed the ability to interfere with the system.
“Once this matter is resolved, I should visit Professor Raymond.”
I need to figure out the true identity of this spam message.
Professor Raymond would know far more than I do.

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The Arsia Liberation Army.
They had named themselves the true warriors of Arsia.
“Make Arsia great again.”
“As long as the spirit of magical warriors dwells in our hearts, Earth itself cannot conquer us.”
Their headquarters lay far from the great cities.
The major cities were already firmly controlled by pro-Earth mages.
Positioned in the relatively remote borderlands, they were “warriors” who conducted terror attacks against pro-Earth figures and Earthlings.
And in their eyes, ordinary citizens were cowardly parasites.
A village chief spoke with trembling voice.
“But didn’t you extort tribute from us just last week?”
“Everything is for the holy war, old man.”
The Arsia Liberation Army needed funds.
And their primary means of acquisition was plunder.
“Aha, so you are garbage who does not support Arsia’s independence.”
They dragged the Village Chief to the plaza and beat him.
Making an example of one person ensured the tribute flowed smoothly.
Nirvan, the frontline commander of the Seventh Liberation Army.
He lectured the villagers.
“We are the magical warriors fighting on your behalf.”
A small child threw a stone at them.
“Stop bullying Grandfather Chief!”
The villagers’ gazes toward the Liberation Army were far from kind.
In truth, it mattered little to them whether the Arcian Empire or Earth ruled this place.
More precisely, life had actually improved since Earth’s invasion.
Word had it that the capital had been conquered, but they didn’t care.
Taxes had decreased, and resources had actually become abundant.
Someone from the neighboring village had apparently gone to Iraq on Earth and was earning substantial wealth.
Several young people in this village were preparing for deployment to Earth.
Nirvan exhaled a sigh.
“Tch. A spineless wretch.”
Nirvan lifted the child by the scruff of his neck.
The bloodied Village Chief cried out.
“The child is innocent! He’s just a young boy who knows nothing!”
“Teaching that child is also the responsibility of adults.”
I dislike this village.
They don’t openly call themselves “pro-Earth,” but they reek of “pro-Earth sentiment.”
Vermin who would cross over to Earth at the first opportunity to provide labor.
I decided to make an example of this child and the Village Chief through immolation.
At that moment, an urgent report arrived.
“Commander! We have a crisis!”
A shocking catastrophe had unfolded.
The village’s largest building.
The Arsia Liberation Army’s 7th Headquarters—seized after murdering the village’s landowner—had been obliterated.
A colossal tempest appeared to have swept through only the headquarters structure.
Nirvan approached the ruins to investigate.
“What in the—”
In that instant, Nirvan was utterly pulverized.
Literally annihilated.
Not a trace remained.
As if he had been shattered down to the atomic level.
“….”
“….”
A brief silence hung in the air.
Then screams erupted.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“Argh!”
The Liberation Army soldiers who had witnessed Nirvan’s demise scattered in all directions.
The villagers dared not approach the headquarters building.
They prostrated themselves from a safe distance.
The Village Chief wept.
“It seems the God of Magic has not abandoned us after all.”
“God of Magic, we beseech you.”
A phenomenon their eyes could not comprehend.
An invisible ‘physical force’ had descended upon them.
This was not an isolated incident in this village alone.
Throughout the Arcsia Empire.
The same phenomenon was observed in as many as seven locations.
[Breaking News: Seven Arsia Liberation Army frontline headquarters completely destroyed!]
[Breaking News: Majority of Arsia Liberation Army frontline commanders killed!]
Defensive magic deployment complete.

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