Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 377 Break my body!

It was a new day for the new students, and after what had occurred yesterday, the bitter taste in the students’ mouths over what happened just continued to grow. They were finding it hard to believe that there was such a large gap in power compared to the two of them.

Constantly the night before, there were several members that would come to visit Viker and they were asking him, what was he going to do. Was he just going to continue going through the academy like so?

Or was he going to act even before then, because they knew what they wanted to do. They felt as if they had just been caught off guard at the time. They were the selected Red Headband students that were at the same level, a gap like this couldn’t exist.

His answer to them was to just wait, they would know when the right time to act was, they would see it.

Right now, Viker was out in the courtyard and had been watching everyone carefully. He had been analyzing their movements and had finally decided.

“Right, it has to be those two,” Viker said, looking at Opus by his side. “This time, I’m going to be doing things myself.”

While Viker walked through the courtyard where the others were training, there were a few looks his way, but Ricktor and Mada didn’t seem to be moving, which was a good sign in Viker’s eyes.

Eventually, Viker, along with Opus, had reached their spot, at the back of the courtyard where there were two individuals that looked to be covered in buckets of sweat.

“My seniors, both of you seem to be working extremely hard!” Viker spoke as he bowed down.

Both Simyon and Liam were in the middle of a break period anyway, so they didn’t mind speaking, even if it was to the new students, but it was the people in question who were approaching them.

One had grabbed onto Raze, while the other had ordered the rest to attack. Even seeing them now, Simyon was already tensing his fist, wanting to punch them directly in the face.

“Hey, Raze already got them good, no need to hit them again,” Liam said out loud. “They learned their lesson, look they even called us seniors. I mean these guys, if they had the balls to attack Raze again, I’m sure they would end up losing them completely.”

“We both learned a lot from what happened last time,” Viker continued. “You are right, it was a mistake what we did, which is why we wish to learn from you, just as we should from our seniors. The training you are doing is quite interesting, is there a use behind it?” freeweɓnovel.cøm

It didn’t take long for Simyon and Liam to answer back.

“To create an attack that can pierce any type of shield,” Liam answered.

“To create a shield that can block any type of attack,” Simyon answered back, while staring down at Liam.

Opus was a bit confused, he was unsure what the relationship between these two was like. Were they friends, or were they enemies?

“Does this actually work?” Opus asked.

“Are you willing to give it a test?” Liam asked. “Why don’t you give it a try, try to block my attack, or go ahead, and try to hurt the meat shield over there.”

“This will be great to allow me to see the error of my ways,” Viker stated again.

Originally, he was going to suggest something like this, having seen the way the two act. It was the difficult part to try to convince them of something like this. However, they were the ones that mentioned it.

“I will try to break the shield,” Viker answered, grabbing a wooden sword and getting into position. He held it slightly forward at an angle, and the Qi was building up in his body.

‘Attacking each other over and over again. That is a pretty useless skill to learn. If everyone could get a stronger body from doing something like this, then everyone would participate in some type of endurance training like so.’

Pulling back the blade, it was safe to say that Viker had no intention of holding back his strength. With his muscles and sword filled with Qi, he performed his strongest technique.

The blade looked as if it was tearing through the space around them slightly, the power grew, and it slammed hard into Simyon’s stomach.

His abs folded into him, but the sword didn’t cut Simyon. Nor had it even moved him from his position. Instead, as Viker tried to push forward even more, his sword had even broken.

“See, the shield is pretty tough, right? Now you might understand why I sweat so much, and just so you know that there’s no funny business, why don’t you let me do a test on you as well, brace yourself!” Liam shouted.

Turning around, Viker had nothing in his hands, the sword was randomly thrown up in the air, and then jumping up Liam had grabbed it and immediately swung down.

The only thing that Viker could do was raise both of his hands. The moment the sword touched him, he could feel it. It had cracked the bones in both of his arms, and the blade continued down, tearing through his clothing until it crashed onto the floor.

Now, Viker’s arms were a mangled mess.

“What are you guys doing, you’re all crazy, you’re all just as crazy as he is!” Opus shouted. “Why would you go so far to do something like this, it makes no sense!”

“Hey, you guys came to us alright, and we still owe you a lot for what you did to Raze. You’re lucky I’m not attacking you as well, you already went through a lot, but the other one was quite light on you,” Liam explained.

Viker, looking at his arms, wondered how they had become this way. The only explanation was for his opponent’s Qi to be at a completely different level to his.

The weakest, the idiots of the old group who looked to know nothing, were stronger than them.

Opus grabbed onto Viker and started to drag him away, trying to help him. The other students had seen the spectacle, especially after the screams. They weren’t so sure if it was Simyon or Liam, just that it had at least come from someone in that group.

On the way, Viker was starting to recover slightly, at least he could think more straight. The pain was still throbbing.

‘Did he attack that Simyon guy like that again and again? If he really did, that body must be one impossible to break. What type of monsters are in the Pagna academy, are all of them like this?’

When Opus and Viker entered the main building, they noticed three adults with a white sash around their clothing. This was something only a particular group of people wore, and they recognized it almost immediately.

“Are those physicians, they’re already here. I guess they might have come to heal me or something, or are they here for you?” Opus thought.

That was until they saw them walking up the door and heading to a room they had been keeping an eye on for a while now.

“They’re going to the White Dragon’s room, I guess he really is sick then.”

The physicians that had been sent by the principal were here.

Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 378 The Principal’s Order

The physicians had arrived at the red headband student base, and before they reached Raze’s room, Dame quickly entered. He was keeping an eye on things, wondering if something would happen.

He wasn’t sure if the main disciples were on their side or not, or if even one of the other disciples would say something that would trigger a reaction from the main academy. Which was why he was always alert, but he was aware of this.

“Raze, there are physicians here to see you,” Dame commented. “I heard from Gunther when I went to meet him that they would be coming. It looks like the Principal still believes that there is some hope in getting the White Dragon back.”

Raze was still busy looking over Safa on her training. Now that she had reached the second star, it would take a lot longer before she reached the third star in terms of magic, and after that, she would also have to train her Pagna warrior skills.

This was the downside to having magic as well, unlike Simyon and Liam, if she wanted to keep up with them in terms of warriors, then she needed to work twice as hard, or at least have twice the talent.

Raze nodded ahead, and then pointed to Safa, it was a sign for them to leave the room. They didn’t want the academy knowing of anything, and after Raze just patiently waited.

‘The Principal has sent physicians, and from the sounds of it, it’s not just one but quite a few,’ Raze thought. ‘Dame is right, the principal does want me to get better because it benefits him, but if I wasn’t who I was, this damn White Dragon name they have given me, then he wouldn’t bother.’

A while later, the physicians entered the room along with the red headband teacher. The teacher explained why the physicians were there to see him and what they would be doing.

Raze didn’t resist, even if it was something he wanted to do, he knew it would be better in the long run, and he had to brace himself.

He lay there on the bed, and the physicians got to work one by one. Each of them seemed to have a different method that they tried to use. One of them had directly placed his hands around the muscles in Raze’s neck.

He then placed his hand on his wrist, feeling the pulse and flow of energy. This was the worst bit for Raze, and he needed to close his eyes to get through it.

In doing so, he could feel the disruption of Qi, and went ahead by placing needles in certain spots. On Raze’s neck mainly, as he knew where the damage was concentrated.

When placing the needles, a flow of Qi from the physician was needed, especially to pierce the hard skin. In the end, the needles were removed, but Raze knew himself he didn’t feel any better.

The next physician did an evaluation by asking Raze to do a number of tasks. Once he was done, he started to make a solution. From what Raze could see, it looked more like Alchemy.

Once the solution and mix were ready, it was then handed over to him to drink. This was difficult to do and caused great pain at first. The taste was so horrible his body wanted to throw it back up, but he had been through worse.

Forcing him to drink something like this wasn’t the worst. He felt his throat soothing slightly for a moment as it went numb. They waited around fifteen minutes but then the effect of the solution had worn off, and in doing so, Raze was back to himself, where with each breath, he was in pain.

The two physicians looked defeated. Raze could tell from the look on their faces. Many times had he witnessed professors attempting something new in magic and failing at it, and this felt like one of those times.

‘That damned woman, she really intended to make it so I could never fight again. If I didn’t have Safa with her Light magic, then it might have been a long time till I could have healed myself.’

Getting the Light affinity would be next to impossible for Raze as his Dark affinity grew stronger, and even then if he did have it, it would be extremely hard for him to grow its strength to cast a spell well enough to heal his throat.

If one thing the physicians’ meeting had opened up his eyes to, it was how much Feebie, the clan head of the Lethal Bite Clan, could have ruined his chances. Lisa had even been given the poisoned blade by her as well.

Finally, it was the last physician’s turn. Similarly to the first one, this one embedded Qi into his hands and asked Raze to lie down. He then started to strike and massage his body in certain areas with his Qi.

“What’s wrong, are you in pain?” the physician asked.

Seeing Raze closing his eyes, and breaking out in a sweat, he was also grinding his teeth. In this instance, all he wanted to do was strike the physician off his body.

Finally, the physician was done, and ten minutes felt like hours of torture to Raze.

“The healing process can take quite a long time,” the last physician claimed. “But we believe that we can get you back up to normal. We just need to discuss a few things together in order to make a recovery plan for you. Please wait here.”

The three physicians, along with the teacher, had headed out of the room, but something wasn’t right.

‘Their words, and their facial expressions didn’t match up. When they did their damned tests on me, I could see it on their face. It looked like nothing they did worked. Yet, now he is saying these things, is he trying to give me false hope.’

That was a possibility, but there was something else as well. Raze noticed that all three physicians had different styles of treatment. They were experts in their fields of healing, but they were vast from each other.

The three of them would discuss, about what? Would it even help? Surely it would be too advanced for them to understand each other. Or it could be truly as they stated that they were trying to come up with another plan to heal him.

‘It’s harmless if I was to find out what they were really doing, right?’

When exiting the room, Raze made note that they had turned right. Most likely they were talking this over in the room next to them. He placed his head against the wall. Sound was traveling through, but it was kind of muffled as well.

‘If I just make a small hole.’ Raze placed his single index finger, and hoped that the others would be talking too much to notice.

Using his Dark magic, slowly the finger started to push through the wall, more and more. It made next to no sound, and as expected, the others were discussing a few things.

Raze placed his ear next to the wall again, and then with a little bit of wind magic, he could make the voices ring louder in his ear, and he could hear everything they were saying.

“I can’t believe that the child is in a state like that, he must be in great pain, just breathing.”

“You are right, there are a few techniques that we could use that might be able to comfort the child from his pain, but it will not heal him, I’m afraid.”

The others nodded, hearing this as well.

“I heard that it was

the clan head of the Lethal Bite Clan. She seemed to know what she was doing. It seems she truly wanted to cripple the boy.”

“Well, what should we do now? With the way he is, his martial arts skills would be 1/5th, maybe 1/10 of what they were. He will not be the same as he was.”

“The principal, he did give us orders. He wanted us to try our best to heal him, and if there was no solution…”

The physician paused right there, and they all looked at each other for a few moments.

“He told us that we should get rid of him. To do it in a discreet way. Where it appeared to be of natural causes or due to overtraining.”

“It is not something that I like to do, but it was an order from the principal. I’m sure he has his reasons.”

“I will make a solution that makes it appear as if he has passed in his sleep. That will be for the best, and we should see this as helping him. He has no life as a Pagna warrior anymore, nor much of anything.”

Raze had heard it all as he pulled his head away from the wall.

‘So, the principal orders my death. It seems I don’t have much good luck with principals. I guess another one has just been added to my list. I see no reason, to even try to make it easy for them. I guess, I should start with my plan.’

Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 379 The Death Of Me, Is The Death Of You

Raze sat in a dimly lit room, the sparse furnishings casting elongated shadows across the stone floor. The air was thick with tension, a small reminder of the limited time he had before the Physicians would return.

Their absence was temporary, they had long stopped talking. Now the piece that he could feel was bought at the price of collaborating in the creation of a deadly concoction – a mix of herbs that held ominous potential.

Having watched Reno before, it was only confirming what they had planned to do to him.

He leaned against the cold, rough wall, lost in a tumult of thoughts.

‘I need to carefully weigh my options,’ he mused. The medicine, a brew of unknown herbs, was a double-edged sword that could either cure or kill.

‘If only Reno were here,’ he thought. Reno, a master of counteracting poisons, could have easily crafted an antidote. But such thoughts were futile; Reno was not there to lend his expertise.

He doubted that his red Qi pill’s would also be able to be effective against the poison, but only delay what would happen.

His gaze wandered to the small, barred window that offered a narrow view of the world beyond his confinement.

‘These physicians won’t simply hand me this potion and leave. They’ll watch me drink it, maybe even check that I’ve really swallowed it as well.’ he surmised, his mind racing to find a viable strategy.

Raze’s thoughts then turned to Safa, a healer that had the skill to heal her own problems, and her strength was only growing. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

‘Safa could heal me, yes, but that healing would be too complete. Bringing me back to the way I was before. I need to retain my current state for now.’

He contemplated the various ways he could handle the liquid without arousing suspicion.

‘Could I feign drinking it? Or perhaps induce vomiting shortly after? But each plan carries its own risks, and the margin for error is razor-thin. If I used Dark Magic to try and destroy the poison it would injure me internally as well. Freezing the liquid would be an impossibility, maybe If I had more magic at my disposal.’

Every scenario he played out in his mind ended with the same realization: his options were perilous at best. He was caught in a web of danger, every decision leading to another layer of complexity.

It was within this maelstrom of thoughts that a chilling solution crystallized in his mind.

‘To truly ensure my safety, and that of others, I may have no choice but to eliminate the threat at its source.’

His reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. The door to his room creaked open, admitting the Physicians back into his world of dim light and cold stone.

Their return marked the end of his brief respite. Notably absent was their usual overseer, the teacher, a fact that did not escape Raze’s keen observation.

He studied their faces, each etched with an expression of guilt and unease.

‘They are as trapped in this situation as I am,’ Raze thought, recognizing the conflict in their eyes. ‘This is something that they have no choice but to do, if not then it will be death for them as well.’

The lead Physician, a man whose sharp features belied a mind accustomed to calculation and control, stepped forward.

“We have come up with a solution!” he proclaimed, attempting to infuse his voice with a semblance of enthusiasm. He held out a clay drinking container, its ancient design a stark contrast to the sterile environment of the room. The cork sealing the top seemed to Raze like a metaphorical lid on his fate.

Observing the Physician’s hand, Raze noted a slight tremor. ‘Is it fear, doubt, or something more sinister?’ he wondered, accepting the container. Its weight felt significant in his hands, as if it held more than just liquid – it held the key to his immediate future.

He remained silent, letting the weight of his unspoken thoughts hang in the air. ‘I need to convey that I will take this potion, but at a later time, that will be for the best,’ he strategized, hoping his silence and demeanor would communicate his intent.

Raze’s inability to voice his thoughts was becoming increasingly problematic. The Physicians seemed unable to decipher his non-verbal cues, their focus narrowed by their own objectives.

“The medicine must be taken now,” one Physician urged, his voice laced with urgency. “Its efficacy diminishes over time. The ingredients are rare and precious. We are doing a lot for you, it’s all for your sake.”

Without a word, Raze placed the bottle on a side table. It was a clear message, yet the Physicians seemed oblivious to his intent.

“Is something wrong?” another Physician asked, his tone tinged with concern.

The reality of the situation was not lost on Raze. Drinking the potion meant certain death. He needed these men to leave, to give him a moment to plan, but they remained steadfast, unwilling to deviate from their mission.

He considered his limited options. Pretending to drink and then expelling the liquid was fraught with danger. The container was quite large so it wasn’t something he could hide in his mouth somehow.

Safa’s healing powers, though effective, weren’t so much so at the current stage either and it might not be enough to counteract the effects.

The room felt increasingly oppressive, the air thick with the unspoken tension between them. Raze’s inability to speak added to the complexity of the situation.

“The potion must be consumed immediately,” the Physician insisted, his patience wearing thin. “Delay could compromise your recovery. We will have to report your refusal to the principal.”

In that moment, Raze realized he needed to make his stance unequivocally clear. He moved the bottle to the side table and shook his head decisively, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

The realization slowly dawned on the Physicians – the student they were dealing with knew more than they had anticipated. A heavy silence filled the room, laden with unspoken accusations and palpable fear.

One Physician, in a sudden shift of energy, feigned a move towards the door. But in an unexpected twist, he lunged for the bottle on the table, his true intentions laid bare.

“Keep him still!” he shouted, his voice reverberating through the small room.

These Physicians were not mere healers; they were also Pagna warriors, trained in the ancient art of Qi manipulation. They had underestimated Raze, believing him to be an easy target. They were about to learn the extent of his latent powers.

As one Physician launched a flurry of needles aimed at incapacitating Raze, the room seemed to warp with a surge of energy. With a mere flick of his wrist, Raze summoned a powerful gust of wind, redirecting the needles upwards, embedding them harmlessly in the ceiling.

The Physician stared in disbelief, his confidence shaken to its core. ‘This is impossible. His Qi should be in disarray. He shouldn’t be capable of such feats,’ he thought, panic beginning to set in.

In that moment of doubt, Raze seized the opportunity. Dark energy swirled around his hand, gathering into a pulsating beam of sheer force. With a swift motion, he unleashed the energy, shattering the container and striking the Physician in the chest. The man collapsed, lifeless, to the stone floor.

The remaining Physician, witnessing the demise of his comrade, was paralyzed with fear. In a desperate attempt to escape, he dashed towards the door, only to be stopped by a barrier of ice that Raze conjured, sealing the exit.

The Physician, now trapped and alone, turned to face Raze, his eyes wide with terror and disbelief. He had never witnessed such raw power, even in the most advanced cultivation techniques he had studied.

Raze, his expression impassive, released another pulse of dark energy, striking the last Physician directly in the chest. The life drained from his eyes as he slumped to the ground, joining his fallen peers.

Standing amidst the aftermath of the confrontation, Raze’s breathing was slightly labored. His use of magic, though limited by his current condition, had proven to be decisive. He had eliminated three skilled Physicians, a testament to his untapped power and resolve.

‘All three Physicians sent to end me are now dead,’ Raze thought, a mix of relief and urgency coursing through him. ‘But this is far from over. I need to find a way out of this predicament, and quickly. If anyone see this, then a fight will be on our hands, but how can I even cover this up?’

As he contemplated his next move, the gravity of his situation weighed heavily on him. He was alone, hunted, and with limited resources at his disposal. Yet, in the face of adversity, his determination only grew stronger. Raze knew that survival was merely the beginning. The real battle, the fight for truth and justice, lay ahead.

‘I think I’ve found a way, I just need to go through with my plan from before, and cause a bit of chaos.’

Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 380 Is This the Great Plan?

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In the world of Pagna, a few times, Raze had been in this situation now. He was met with a dead body, one that he had no intention of killing, and he needed to sort out the issue at hand.

“Clearing the bodies itself is not a problem, but if I come out of this room, and the Redhead band teacher sees that they aren’t with me, he’s likely to investigate, and I can’t just say their bodies disappeared.”

Slowly though, as he went through the options, a plan was forming in his head. He had already had a plan in place, and with two plans going hand in hand to deal with this situation, it was perfect.

As if he was in his research days, a grin appeared on his face as he had figured out a breakthrough. He would call himself a genius for having come up with this plan, that was until the door was heard unlocking.

Time was up. In this situation, Raze could only react to what was to come. However, when the door opened, it quickly closed behind, and a slight relief had overcome him.

“May the heavens cry! Damn it, Raze, I had an image of what to walk into when I opened the door, but I didn’t quite think it would be this,” Dame commented.

He had been keeping an eye on things, and when the Red instructor seemed to be busy, he quickly decided to sneak in, but he had his suspicions that something might have happened when he heard no noise and the amount of time that had passed.

If he entered and the physicians were there, he could have simply just stated that he had come to visit a fellow student. Now, he was staring at three dead bodies.

“And to think that they would call you a cripple, and you just took out three guys like that!”

The horrors were starting to enter Dame’s head as he was thinking about how to deal with this situation now. If Raze was at full strength, he wouldn’t worry so much, but just from his breathing, he could tell he wasn’t healed.

“I hope you have a plan?” Dame asked.

To which Raze nodded.

Not hearing what the plan was certainly left Dame a little uncomfortable. In the middle of their conversation, though, the door behind them was heard opening again. At that moment, Dame had jumped back. He didn’t know what to do. Should he hide, try to clear the dead bodies in the room?

When the door opened up, they could see that it was the Redhead band instructor. Naturally, as the full view of what was in the room came to his eyes, the dead bodies stood out to him.

“What is going on he—” Before the instructor could finish his sentence, there was a brief period of pain. It was almost instant, as the life had left his eyes. He managed to look down and noticed the hole in his chest before he collapsed onto the floor.

The Redhead band instructor was now dead as well, making a total of four bodies that were in the room.

“Crap!” Dame shouted in a hushed voice. “I hope this wasn’t your plan, to just kill everyone up here. Is that what you plan to do, with each person that comes up here, just surprise them with a magic blast?

“I mean that might work with these guys, but you can’t just keep doing this until the principal enters the room!”

Dame quickly shut the door and dragged the body, leaving a trail of blood on the wooden floor. He had to move it so nobody else would see it, but it was impossible to hide four bodies.

“Now when the instructor doesn’t return, what is going to happen if the students get suspicious? I guess this does one thing, it buys us more time until someone finds out about it,” Dame said, thinking that this might have really been Raze’s plan.

The truth was, this wasn’t his plan at all. He just needed to react fast; otherwise, the teacher would have ruined his plan. Either way, it didn’t matter because with his plan, even if there were ten dead bodies, no one would be suspicious of a single thing.

Raze went up to the door and exited out of the room. There was no communication between him and Dame, but he knew he needed to stay in the room while the other was away.

‘I hope he’s not thinking that I’m going to do the same. Everyone who enters this room that’s not him, to just kill them on sight?’ In a way, Dame had to prepare himself for that possibility.

A few moments later, and the door was heard opening again. Dame had activated his special gauntlets to allow him to unleash a large Qi blast and kill his opponent on the spot.

Entering through the door was Raze, and with him, there was one more that followed—Safa. When she entered the room, she covered her mouth up immediately.

She was stood there stunned, as Raze had turned to the door. She had seen her fair share of death now. What had occurred at the temple, what had occurred in the underground cave.

It wasn’t the dead bodies that scared her, but the fact that the person who had produced the dead bodies.

“What are you planning to do, Raze? You don’t expect me to bring the dead back to life, do you? That’s not possible. I managed to go through most of the 2-star spells you gave me, but there was no such mention of something like that in them.”

Raze shook his head, and instead of trying to explain to her, it was easier for him to just do. He walked past the bodies and then went to a usual spot, a spot that Safa was familiar with.

Right there, he started to draw on the ground. It was a magic circle, the same magic circle that Safa had been practicing, tethering her magic with.

“You want me to keep practicing my magic?” Safa asked.

It was then that Raze started to pull out the raw level 3 crystals, and there was more than one. She knew what this meant, it was the same when she had reached the 2-star level.

“Do you want me to try and become a 3-star mage right now?” Safa asked.

She was still confused with what was going on but assumed that maybe there was a 3-star spell that could help them out of this situation. So she quickly got to work.

She did the same thing as before, gathering the light magic, breaking down the crystals, and adding the energy around her heart, the core. Finally, she felt it expanding, it was breaking through, and not just one, but a few pulses of energy were being sent out.

Even Dame could feel it; he could feel the power of Mana. It was quite similar to Qi, yet not really the same. It was fresher, energy that resided outside of the body.

“What is the point of all this, though? Is he just trying to get Safa to grow stronger?” Dame asked out loud, but he soon got his answer.

Sparks started to appear right where Safa was, the sparks in the air were large in size. They continued, again and again, until it had formed, creating a large portal in the room.

Straight out from the portal, a large black-skinned claw had come out.

“It’s… a portal break!”

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