Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1421: More Than Magic
When Piba stepped out into the arena, the students from Central Academy were already watching from their viewing room. Their eyes were glued to the widescreen, tension thick in the air. And the moment they saw who it was, the atmosphere shifted.
“I can’t believe he’s actually taking part in this,” Rupert said in disbelief. “After what you did to him, he should barely be able to cast magic, let alone perform.”
From the screen, it was obvious that Piba was in far better shape than the last time they’d seen him. He was walking with confidence, no limp, no hesitation. But to Kayzel and the others, it seemed like nothing more than a trick. A gimmick.
To them, the idea that Piba could be fully healed in such a short amount of time was impossible. Maybe with the help of multiple recovery mages over a long period, maybe, but this? This was too soon.
“We already know what his special affinity is anyway,” Bones added with a shrug. “So it’s really not a big deal.”
Down on the arena floor, Piba made his way to the center. A gentle light began to glow around his body, soft but vibrant. Several students from Central Academy, and others from surrounding schools, recognized it immediately.
Moon affinity.
Then, Piba began casting his spells.
Each spell shimmered in the air, and every single one was subtly laced with moon magic. At first glance, the spells looked ordinary, but for those who were truly skilled in the arcane arts, the difference was obvious. The fusion of elements, the precision of the cast, the sheer energy, his technique was sharp, refined, and powerful.
Even though Moon magic wasn’t new to the magical world, it was rare to see it used like this. Piba wasn’t just showcasing raw strength, he was demonstrating full mastery over his element, integrating it with other affinities in seamless, strategic ways.
Now it was clear why Piba was considered the top student at Wilton Academy.
Possibly even the number one overall.
When his performance ended, the crowd broke into loud applause. Cheers echoed across the arena as spectators nodded and whispered among themselves, impressed.
They were beginning to understand.
This was how Wilton had cleared the Dimension Trial so quickly. With someone like Piba wielding moon magic so flawlessly, it made perfect sense.
With a wide smile stretched across his face, Piba raised his hand in acknowledgement and returned to his group. His expression was calm, even cheerful… because none of them realized what he had really
just proven.
Back in Central Academy’s waiting room, Ponzo stood up in frustration.
“That makes no sense!” he snapped. “He just used massive amounts of magic. With full moon affinity, no strain, no signs of damage, and he didn’t even look tired.”
“The only way he could’ve done that…” Rupert said, swallowing hard, “is if he’s… fully healed.”
The room fell silent.
Kayzel was shaking his head slowly, trying to process what he had just witnessed. He remembered the words spoken by others that day, the quiet rumors.
But could it really be true?
Was there a healer at Wilton Academy… who actually knew how to treat that kind of injury?
A question had begun to quietly eat away at the minds of everyone watching.
What exactly was going on at Wilton Academy?
They had already seen one student display mastery over Moon magic, a rare affinity. And now, curiosity buzzed through the audience as they waited for the second Wilton student to step forward.
But before that could happen, the announcer called the next participant.
“This time, we welcome the student from Lunaton Academy!”
A male student stepped confidently into the center of the arena. Without saying a word, he snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a thick cloud of pink smoke exploded around him.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
When the smoke began to fade, everyone leaned in.
“A… dog?”
In place of the student stood a small, fluffy pup wagging its tail in the middle of the ring.
“Did he just turn into an animal?”
“And it’s so cute!” one student squealed.
The smoke fully cleared, and a heartbeat later, the student reappeared in his original form. He gave the audience a playful wink and snapped his fingers again.
Poof!
Now he was a cat.
The student continued the performance, cycling through a variety of small animals, a rabbit, a ferret, even a squirrel. The crowd couldn’t help but laugh and cheer at the transformations. It was charming, clever, and undeniably entertaining.
But there was something others were beginning to notice.
“Wait… everything he’s turning into is small,” someone muttered. “Can’t he become something bigger? Like… an elephant or something?”
“Probably not,” another student replied thoughtfully. “It looks like transformation magic like that burns through mana quickly. He’s probably limited to small creatures because they’re easier to manage.”
“I don’t think it’s just about having too little mana, though,” a professor nearby added. “The limitation might not be energy, it could be something innate to the trait. He might not be able to generate large beings, only smaller ones.”
Even with those restrictions, the next transformation caught everyone’s attention.
The student became a bird.
With a loud screech, he flapped his wings and soared into the air, circling high above the arena. Students and spectators alike craned their necks, tracking him as he swooped and glided with ease.
This time, it wasn’t just the crowd watching in awe.
Military personnel stationed near the edges of the stadium had leaned forward in their seats. Mages could already use spells to float or glide, but those methods often left trails of energy, ways they could be tracked or detected.
But this… a complete biological transformation?
It was something entirely different. A mage who could fully become an animal, no lingering human traits, no magical trail, would be invaluable in recon missions, infiltration operations, and covert strikes. The possibilities were limitless, and the strategists in the room were already imagining dozens of scenarios.
Meanwhile, the students from Pagna watched with growing fascination. They were learning just how varied
the unique traits across the world truly were.
Still, despite the excitement, there was one thing they hadn’t seen much of yet, special magic affinities. Traits were rare, yes, but where were the elite elemental mages?
The student from Lunaton finally returned to human form and gave a polite bow before leaving the stage.
Now, it was time.
The announcer’s voice rang out once more.
“Next up, our first representative from Central Academy, George!”
The arena trembled slightly as the massive student stepped forward. He was a mountain of muscle, broad-shouldered and solid. Even standing still, George looked like a force no one wanted to challenge.
He walked to the center of the arena and stood tall, arms crossed.
The crowd held its breath.
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Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1422: The Weight of Power
The Central Academy was unlike any other institution, known for having an extensive pool of students who possessed unique traits and specialized affinities. With such a large number of students to select from, it was no surprise that they were often expected to produce the most exceptional talent.
Even though Central Academy had surprisingly lost in the first assessment round, many still believed that their most talented and extraordinary students hadn’t yet taken the stage. Anticipation was rising steadily, and the crowd could hardly wait to see what hidden aces the academy still had up their sleeves.
That was when something unexpected happened.
George stepped forward, his expression unreadable, and reached toward his ring. With a quick flick of his fingers, he retrieved something from his storage space. It appeared in the palm of his hand, a perfectly round sphere, roughly the size of a clenched fist. It had a dull metallic sheen, unmistakably made of iron.
He held it up for everyone to see. The item was dense, heavy just by the way it sat in his hand. Then, with almost theatrical calm, George turned his hand over and let the iron sphere drop.
Thud.
It hit the dirt with a solid weight, leaving a noticeable impression in the ground, as if the very earth had submitted to its mass. The impact drew the crowd into a hushed silence, broken only by a few soft murmurs and curious whispers.
But before anyone could process what had just happened, the ball suddenly lifted off the ground. It floated upward, slowly at first, then smoothly returned to George’s palm, as if it had been summoned by some invisible force.
“Was that wind magic?” one student asked aloud, trying to make sense of it.
“No way,” another replied. “An iron ball like that? If it was wind magic, we would’ve seen the dust swirl or some movement in the air. That wasn’t wind.”
“Could it be telekinesis?” a third suggested, eyes wide with wonder.
“Come on,” someone scoffed. “People don’t have superpowers. Even unique traits still require mana to function. You can’t just lift stuff with your mind unless it’s tied to magic.”
“Then what was it?”
The mystery had only deepened, and all eyes remained locked on George. Everyone could sense it, this was only the beginning.
Without saying a word, George dropped the iron ball again.
This time, the sphere plummeted like a meteor, accelerating so quickly it was almost invisible to the naked eye. When it struck the ground, the impact was explosive. The earth cracked beneath it, tiny fissures spreading out like lightning bolts. Dust flared into the air. And then, just like before, the ball calmly rose from the broken earth and floated back into George’s waiting hand.
“I see now,” Piba muttered, his tone one of realization and awe. “George has one of the most sought-after special affinities there is, gravity magic. And judging by the control he’s showing, he’s already achieved full mastery over it. His affinity must be incredibly high too. I doubt this is the extent of what he can do.”
Watching from the side, Safa’s mind drifted for a moment. She was reminded of Sha Mo from the Behemoth Clan, he too had learned to manipulate his Qi in a way that mimicked the overwhelming pull of gravity. It was rare… and terrifying.
Now, it was clear to everyone. George wasn’t just another student. He was a force of nature, one that had only just started to show its weight.
It made Safa wonder, was George’s magic stronger than Sha Mo’s Qi? It was hard to say for sure. After all, unless his gravitational magic reached overwhelming levels, it wouldn’t affect trained Pagna warriors all that much. Even if the magic was fairly powerful, Pagna warriors were built to resist pressure, both magical and physical.
But George wasn’t done showing off just yet.
As the iron ball vanished back into his storage ring, George rolled his shoulders and began to flex his muscles for the crowd to see. With deliberate motion, he reached for his blazer and pulled it open, revealing a chiseled torso and an impressive set of defined abs beneath. The muscles looked sculpted, like he had been training for years, which made it all the more surprising.
Most mages didn’t care much for physical fitness. Why would they? Their power came from within, through mana, spells, and magical formations. But George was different. Because of his special gravitational magic, he had developed unique training methods. His power allowed him to train under heavier gravity, pushing his body beyond normal limits. And it clearly showed.
He stood tall, proud of what he had become, and more than willing to flaunt it.
“I think showing off his abs was a bit much,” Safa said, arching a brow as she crossed her arms.
Piba chuckled. “These kinds of bodies don’t sway you over?”
Safa shook her head. She doubted a body like George’s would impress any Pagna warrior. Nearly all of them had physiques just as good, if not better, thanks to their rigorous combat training and Qi refinement. Still, she could admit that it was rare to see a mage like him with such a balance of strength and power.
The other students, though, especially the mages, seemed thoroughly impressed. Some were whispering excitedly, others imagining how powerful George’s gravity affinity must be to forge such a body. And on top of that, he was one of Central Academy’s top students.
“I heard they’re doing a special rule for the solo fighting event this year,” someone in the crowd said.
“Oh? Aren’t there rumors about that every year?” another replied.
“Yeah, but this time it might be true. I’ve heard they’re going to allow two students from each academy to participate in the singles matches. Students from the same academy won’t face off against each other, but if that’s really the case, then we might get to see George fight as well.”
“Well, even if it turns out to be false, I guess we’ll still see him during the group battle stages.”
With George’s display, Central Academy had made its point. They were regaining their prestige with a single showing. The other academies had taken notice, Central wasn’t to be underestimated. They hadn’t just talked the talk. They’d shown why they were one of the best.
Next up was another academy, BIMM.
The student called forward this time was someone named Lee Roy.
Inside the observation room, Moze immediately recognized him. That face, that stance, there was no mistaking it. He was the same student Moze had defeated using his refined skill alone.
“He’s kind of infamous, isn’t he?” Yolden asked, watching the screen with narrowed eyes.
“Yeah,” Chiba replied. “If there’s anyone we need to watch out for besides Central Academy, it’s that guy.”
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Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1423: Burning Brilliance
Lee Roy was already a name many knew well. A flame magician who had earned numerous accolades outside of his academy, he was considered a prodigy due to his overwhelming magical power. But until now, most people had thought that was all there was to him, just raw power with little else.
Now, standing in the center of the arena, it was clear he had come to prove otherwise.
This event was designed to showcase something impressive, something beyond brute force, and the crowd was eager to see what Lee Roy had planned. Scattered throughout the arena were the familiar small golden balls, devices used in the previous outdoor challenges. Many spectators instantly recognized them, as the game had become a crowd favorite over the past two days.
The goal was simple in theory, but difficult in execution: hit the fast-moving golden balls with a precise amount of magic to deactivate them mid-air. Strike too weakly, and they would keep going. Strike too hard, and the balls would explode or reject the spell. The game tested precision, control, and speed, far more than just strength.
Now, those same orbs had been arranged in a large circular pattern around Lee Roy, ten of them forming an inner ring, and another ten forming an outer ring. Twenty in total.
“What is he doing?” Moze thought, narrowing his eyes. “I already broke the record for this event, and that was with just one of those things. Now he’s trying it with twenty? This isn’t going to be the flex he thinks it is…”
And Moze wasn’t the only one watching.
Somewhere in the stands, Bones was undoubtedly keeping a close eye on the performance too. After all, Bones had even surpassed Moze’s score, and with style. But there was one person watching the entire setup who didn’t understand what the fuss was about at all.
Lee raised a confident hand into the air, fire already dancing at his fingertips. Then, with a shout, he called out, “Alright, start!”
Immediately, the ten golden balls in the inner circle shot into the air, each one hovering before suddenly spiraling in different directions. They zipped around erratically, mimicking the unpredictable movements that had frustrated so many mages before.
At the same moment, Lee brought his hand down, and from the large fireball he had conjured, nearly the size of a basketball, ten fiery fragments broke off. They moved with blinding speed, like they had minds of their own. One by one, the fire fragments pursued the orbs, weaving through the air like hunting serpents.
Then,
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each golden device exploded in succession, extinguished by Lee’s perfectly guided flames. Within moments, all ten of the inner ring had been taken out. The crowd was stunned into silence, before erupting into cheers and applause. Some even stood to their feet, unable to contain their excitement.
Most of the audience had no idea what exactly had happened, they just knew it looked incredible. They’d seen countless mages fail again and again trying to catch even one of those flying objects. Even the few who succeeded often took a considerable amount of time.
But here was one student, Lee Roy, who had eliminated ten of them in a matter of seconds.
And the outer ring of ten? Still untouched. His show wasn’t over yet.
Right after Lee Roy’s stunning display, the next wave of ten golden orbs, this time set farther out in the arena, rose into the sky. They floated momentarily before darting off in unpredictable patterns, twisting and weaving through the air like bees disturbed from their hive.
Once again, Lee lifted his hand, conjuring another basketball-sized fireball, flames crackling and swirling at his fingertips. The crowd leaned in with anticipation, but this time, something different happened.
As the fireball split into ten smaller flames, a noticeable shift occurred, the speed was much slower than before. Unlike the earlier explosive display, the fireballs now moved with a calculated, almost deliberate grace. Everyone could clearly follow their motion this time, and what they saw was shocking.
Each fireball was mirroring the exact movements of a golden orb. They weren’t just aiming in a general direction or being launched toward a predicted path, they were tracking. Perfectly. Identically. Like they had minds of their own.
The fire magic danced through the air, mimicking every twist and turn of the golden orbs. No matter how erratically the targets moved, the flames stayed locked on them, never veering off-course. Then, after a few moments, as the fireballs closed in, the magic suddenly fizzled away, vanishing into harmless wisps of heat. Just as the mana dissipated, each golden orb dropped gently back to the ground, completely deactivated.
The crowd burst into murmurs of awe.
“That’s quite the impressive magic, indeed,” Piba said, clearly intrigued. “I wonder… is it an affinity or a unique trait?”
“You can’t tell just by watching?” Safa asked. Her tone was filled with genuine curiosity. Spending more time in the world of mages had made her eager to understand how magic truly worked, especially since she’d been relying on her own more and more.
Piba tapped his chin. “It seems that he’s able to track objects with his magic. Which means it’s likely either a unique trait that allows him to connect with moving targets, or… well, something even more complex. The way his spell moved was unusual.”
“How so?”
“It wasn’t ten separate fireballs,” Piba explained. “That was a single spell, split and controlled as if it were ten. It reacted to its targets mid-flight. He didn’t cast ten fireballs, he manipulated one to break apart and chase them down.”
Safa’s eyes lit up, already analyzing the possibilities.
“Maybe he used a special affinity, like sound magic or tracking magic, on the golden devices beforehand,” Piba continued. “It could’ve been a layered enchantment. Or maybe he combined affinities. It’s hard to say exactly. But regardless of what it was, we all saw it, it was impressive. He knew exactly how to showcase his magic.”
In the stands, Moze found himself frowning in thought. Maybe Lee Roy could’ve beaten his record. Maybe he hadn’t even tried. Maybe today wasn’t about setting records for him, it was about showing the crowd what made him special.
As Lee returned to his spot, the arena roared with applause. Cheers echoed from the stands as he waved politely, a humble smile on his face despite the clear awe he had inspired.
Then the announcer’s voice boomed through the stadium.
“And next up, representing the Central Academy once more, Nannan!”
All eyes turned toward the next challenger, eager to see if the bar Lee had just raised could be matched… or surpassed.
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Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1424: Do You See Me?
The audience leaned forward in anticipation, buzzing with excitement as the second Central Academy student prepared to take the stage. The first display had already stirred the crowd with its unique magic, and now all eyes were fixed on what would come next. Even the principals seated together began whispering among themselves.
“I have no doubt this young woman will show us something remarkable,” one of them remarked, his voice laced with expectation.
“Of course,” another replied smoothly. “Central Academy is filled with talent. But it does make me wonder, Ibarin, have you really shown us your best students today?”
Headmaster Ibarin chuckled, his laughter deep and confident.
“Hahaha, you know very well there are too many talented mages in this new generation,” he said. “If I could, I would have had all ten of my students display their abilities here. But remember, not all unique traits or special affinities guarantee the strongest of mages. We must also emphasize those who work hard, not simply those born with gifts.”
His eyes gleamed as he added, “And besides, two is more than enough from one academy. Usually, each group only sends out one student. We wouldn’t want to give the audience the wrong impression, now would we?”
Then his gaze shifted toward the Wilton Academy delegation. His smile was polite, but his words carried an edge. “I must admit, I’m surprised your academy sent out two students. The last one you showed us was… quite impressive.”
Wilton’s headmaster gave a cool smile in return. “True. But since your student is going first, I fear my Wilton student’s accomplishments may be overshadowed.”
Ibarin laughed again, his tone casual but sharp underneath.
“Don’t say that. The order was random, after all. And I’m certain, just like last time, your student will surprise us.”
Outwardly, his words sounded generous. But inwardly, Ibarin’s thoughts told a very different story.
Unlike the last event, the expedition through the portal, this display was wide open to the public. There would be no way for Wilton Academy to pull the same tricks they had back then. Ibarin doubted they had anything left to surprise him with, and he knew very well the order of students had been anything but random.
Nannan had been purposefully placed right before the Wilton student for the exact reason Wilton himself had mentioned. Whatever the Wilton student showed, it would pale in comparison. The impact would be dulled, the applause muted.
And that was exactly what Ibarin wanted. He didn’t just aim to beat Wilton Academy, he wanted to crush them.
None of the other academies had yet seen Nannan display her skills, in magic or otherwise. Which only heightened the anticipation, the waiting eyes pressing in on her.
Unlike the other students, she required no equipment, no stage props, no elaborate setup. Nannan simply stood at the center, her posture relaxed, a smile curling at her lips. She let the silence hang for a moment, long enough for everyone to lean closer.
Then she spoke, her words clear and playful, cutting through the air.
“Now you all see me,” Nannan said, her smile widening. “Now… you don’t!”
And just like that, before the crowd could even blink, Nannan vanished.
One moment she was standing in the center of the arena with a mischievous smile, the next she was gone, completely gone. Not a trace of her could be seen, and even the most sensitive mages in the audience couldn’t sense her presence at all.
“Her unique trait… it lets her go invisible?” someone in the crowd whispered, their voice breaking the stunned silence.
“That’s pretty neat,” another said quickly. “I mean, think of all the places I could sneak into if I had that kind of power.”
“You mean like peeping in baths? You’re a total perv.”
“What?! No! I was thinking about movie screenings! Get your dirty thoughts out of your head!”
Ripples of laughter spread through the stands, but it didn’t last long. Because the display had only just begun.
A sudden blaze of fire magic erupted out of nowhere, roaring high into the air as if flames themselves had been conjured from the void. Before the crowd could recover, a jet of water magic crashed to the ground, spreading in rippling swirls that danced across the arena floor.
And then, wind. A twisting column formed in the very center of the arena, spinning faster and faster until it became a tornado, its funnel stretching dangerously wide. The sheer force of it whipped hair and robes in the stands, its power undeniable.
Gasps echoed all around. Skilled magic. Controlled magic. But no one could see who was casting it.
Not once did the invisible figure reveal herself.
Then, as suddenly as she had vanished, Nannan reappeared, standing gracefully in the exact center of the arena. With perfect poise, she dipped into a bow, her smile dazzling as the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.
They had heard of unique traits that granted invisibility before. Some water mages could even bend light in such a way that they seemed to vanish. But all those abilities shared the same fatal flaw, attacking or casting magic gave away the user’s location.
Yet Nannan had remained unseen the entire time, even while casting fire, water, and wind magic of such magnitude. That meant she hadn’t just been invisible, she had been in complete control, managing her mana so precisely that she could maintain her hidden state while unleashing large-scale spells.
It was extraordinary. It was powerful. And it left the audience in awe of what kind of force she could become in the upcoming group stage battles.
As the cheers still thundered, Nannan walked calmly back toward her place. Her expression softened for just a moment as she turned her gaze toward the Wilton student, her eyes glimmering with quiet challenge.
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Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1425: This Is My Show
Before each student performed, there was a waiting period, an hour in which the academies prepared. During that time, every participant was asked to state what they would need in order to properly showcase their skills.
For Safa, this had been a difficult task. Healing wasn’t flashy like fire or lightning, nor could it be easily measured in front of a crowd. To truly demonstrate the breadth of her ability, she would need a long line of injured people, or perhaps even someone hovering on the edge of death. Only then could she show how powerful her light magic really was.
But neither of those options was practical. Injured volunteers were not so easy to come by, and no one was going to provide someone near death just to prove her worth. In the end, Safa had settled on a compromise. She would use Piba. He would create a wound for himself, and she would heal it. Simple.
The truth was, light magic on its own wasn’t especially impressive. Plenty of students could wield it. What made Safa unique, the true reason Wilton Academy had chosen her, was her god eyes.
The question was: how to prove them?
She could ask the teachers to set up elaborate traps and then reveal their sources one by one, the way she had done during her little test. But in a public arena, wouldn’t people just cry foul? Wouldn’t they claim it was staged? Even with her glowing eyes, proving their ability would require repeated demonstrations, too many, too tedious, and too easy to doubt.
So Safa had sat quietly, watching the other students display their power. And as she did, an idea took root.
“You don’t have to do what we planned,” Safa whispered to Piba, her voice calm but firm. “I’ve thought of something else.”
The confidence in her eyes was enough. Piba gave a small nod, stepping back. Whatever she had in mind, he would let her carry it out.
When Safa walked out to the center of the arena, she could feel the crowd’s energy, or rather, the lack of it. She had been placed last, and by now the audience’s curiosity had faded. To them, the real show was already over. Everything after was just filler, a final performance before they went home.
Some leaned in half-interested, curious only because no one had yet explained how Wilton Academy had managed to outscore the others during the first assessment. But mostly, there was an air of boredom.
Until Safa spoke.
“I would like to request that Nannan, from Central Academy, come out!”
The words rang through the arena like a spark to dry kindling.
The shift in atmosphere was instant. Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by excited murmurs. A student calling out another student, directly, and in front of everyone. This wasn’t supposed to be a battle. The event wasn’t designed for head-to-head clashes between academies. But now? Now, there was a chance for something far more interesting.
“She specifically called out a Central Academy student? That can’t be random.”
“This has to be on purpose. There’s no way it isn’t!”
The dull air of routine was gone, replaced with a new kind of energy, sharp, eager, waiting.
“Right, like a challenge from Wilton to Central Academy!” someone shouted from the crowd, their excitement carrying through the arena. “This is getting good. And here I thought Central Academy would just dominate everything, like they’ve done in all the other events.”
Whispers spread quickly, all of them circling the same realization. Safa hadn’t called out just anyone, she had called out Nannan.
Of course, Nannan could refuse. This wasn’t meant to be a head-to-head duel. But if a Central Academy student declined the challenge in front of a crowd this large? It would make them look weak. Frightened.
And with the position Central Academy was in, standing as the clear favorites, they had no choice. They had to accept.
Reluctantly, Nannan stepped forward, her usual confidence dulled by suspicion. She stood across from Safa, her eyes narrowed.
“I don’t know what you’re planning,” Nannan said coldly. “But you can’t just attack other students in this event. Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you can act out.”
Safa’s expression didn’t waver. Her voice was calm, almost gentle, but carried enough weight to echo in the hushed arena.
“Right. I’m not asking for a fight. Just do me a favor. Turn invisible. Keep it up for as long as you can, and head somewhere in the arena where no one can see you.”
Nannan stiffened. Every instinct screamed to refuse, but the eyes of thousands were on her. If she backed down now, it wouldn’t just be her pride at stake; it would be Central Academy’s reputation.
So, with a reluctant breath, Nannan let her power flow. In an instant, her form shimmered and vanished from sight. The crowd leaned forward, watching eagerly for what Safa had in mind.
Safa closed her eyes briefly, drawing magic inward. When they opened again, her irises glowed softly, radiant light gathering in her pupils, the sign of her god eyes.
The moment the glow appeared, Principal Ibarin shot to his feet, his voice carrying sharp and frantic across the stands.
“That can’t be! Those eyes… she can’t have them. The last person with those was Idore!“
Gasps rippled through the crowd, but Safa ignored them. Calmly, she stepped across the arena, her gaze cutting through the veil of invisibility. She stopped, lifted her hand, and without hesitation reached out, her fingers closing firmly on a shoulder.
Nannan flickered back into existence.
“You’re right here,” Safa said simply.
The arena erupted in disbelief.
Nannan’s invisibility, once considered untouchable, had been pierced as if it were nothing. The ability everyone had deemed unstoppable suddenly seemed far less impressive under the light of Safa’s god eyes.
“How, how did you find me?” Nannan’s voice cracked, panic breaking through her usual poise. “You must’ve gotten lucky! Let’s try again!”
She shoved Safa’s arm off and vanished once more.
But this time, Safa didn’t just walk. Her glowing eyes tracked every movement, every step Nannan took in her invisible sprint. The crowd gasped as Safa followed seamlessly, her focus locked like a hawk on prey.
Nannan darted left, right, circling the arena, her form unseen but her movements betrayed by Safa’s relentless gaze. Then, one leap.
With a burst of Qi-enhanced strength, Safa launched forward, her hand snapping out with precision. Her grip closed tight, dragging Nannan back into visibility mid-run.
“Now, that’s not fair, is it?” Safa said coolly, her hand still locked on Nannan. “You had your turn. This is my show.”
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Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1426: Eyes of the Grand Magus
It was obvious to everyone watching, Safa had some way of seeing straight through Nannan’s invisibility.
The thing was, no one could quite figure out how she was doing it.
Some of the sharper-eyed spectators, those with enhanced vision of their own, noticed the faint glow in Safa’s eyes. Even then, most couldn’t piece it together. Those who did notice the glow were left guessing, the idea forming but seeming too far-fetched to believe.
Then there were the ones who had guessed correctly, yet still thought it impossible. And finally, a small handful believed it outright.
But even among those believers, knowledge was limited. They had only a vague idea of what the legendary God Eyes could actually do. They’d heard the stories, whispers passed from mage to mage, but few details were certain.
Now, watching Safa, some were starting to connect the dots, maybe it was the God Eyes that had allowed her team to finish the dungeon so quickly. To find the very source of the dungeon without being forced to fight wave after wave of beasts.
Perhaps there was even a way to force the dimension’s boss to appear without grinding through endless battles. With powerful mages working together, and Piba’s Moon magic in play, the whole thing, ten minutes from start to finish, suddenly had a possible explanation.
Nannan, caught and unable to move freely, could feel the shift. All the attention she had worked so hard to earn was slipping away from her, stolen in an instant.
I thought… when the others from Central Academy weren’t chosen, this was my moment to shine. I succeeded, even though George’s Gravity affinity is more practical in a fight, my unique trait has so many uses. All eyes were on me… and now this woman… she’s taken it all away!
Safa was just natruelly gripping Nannan’s shoulder. She didn’t hold it tight, she didn’t use any magic, but that’s when she could feel some force.
“You’re hurting me! Stop! Let go!” Nannan shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut through the murmurs of the crowd. She shouted loud so everyone could hear cleary.
And then she shoved Safa. Hard.
But the push wasn’t all, Nannan’s palms lit with power, and in the next heartbeat, two massive tornadoes burst from her hands. The twin spirals twisted together in a violent dance, then came crashing down from above toward Safa.
The tornadoes weren’t just wind, they were laced with razor-edged gales, slicing and tearing at anything caught inside. They were continuing to spin as a large amount of mana had suplemented the spell.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Sure, Safa might have been hurting the Central student, maybe even using some kind of magic to restrain her. But this? This was far beyond a simple push to get someone off you.
And from the looks of it, there was a good chance Safa, coming from Wilton Academy, wasn’t even a fighter.
If Safa truly had the God Eyes, then she almost certainly wielded light-element magic. And light mages… they were the ones who stayed at the back of the group, healing and supporting, rarely stepping into the front lines, sometimes not even joining combat at all.
In the seating area, a few Wilton Academy students gasped at the sight unfolding before them.
“Hey, Raze… you’re okay, right?” Liam asked nervously, glancing sideways. “You’re not gonna blast through the ceiling and rip that girl to shreds, are you?”
Up until that moment, Raze hadn’t even been watching. He was still buried in the time magic books he’d acquired, flipping through pages with sharp precision, determined to squeeze out every scrap of knowledge while the opportunity lasted.
“No,” Raze said flatly, not looking up. “She’s fine. This level of attack won’t be able to hurt her.” His eyes stayed locked on the book, but then he added, almost casually, “But… I do agree. Maybe something needs to happen to her.”
He returned immediately to his reading. The way he spoke without even glancing at the screen showed just how much confidence he had in Safa. But the tone, the way those words slipped out so effortlessly, carried an unsettling weight, as if he were stating a fact rather than offering an opinion.
On the field, the raging wind magic finally began to die down. Nannan was huffing, her shoulders rising and falling with every strained breath. The realization of what she’d just done hit her mid-attack, and now she wasn’t sure how to react.
She didn’t dare follow up with another spell. Pushing it further could make things worse for her, she knew that much. Everything now hinged on how badly the other girl had been hurt.
I’ll be fine, Nannan told herself. I’ve got the backing of Central Academy. This is our event, our arena. There won’t be any problems.
But when the swirling winds fully cleared and Safa came into view, the confidence drained from her face.
Safa’s uniform was torn to shreds, the magical barrier it provided shattered completely. Cuts marked her arms and legs, and blood ran in thin streams down her skin, dripping onto the ground in dark, vivid spots.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. No one had been prepared to see that much damage, especially here.
In this event, there weren’t any Central Academy professors waiting to intervene, the organizers had never expected a fight to break out like this.
What is wrong with her? Nannan thought in disbelief. Did she really not use any magic at all to defend herself?
It seemed ridiculous, insane, even, to think someone would willingly take a hit like that.
And then, before anyone could speak, light began to bloom softly around Safa’s body. The glow spread across her skin, pure and warm, and before the stunned eyes of everyone watching, the wounds began to close. The cuts sealed, the blood vanished, and in moments, Safa stood there completely healed.
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Dark Magus Returns
Chapter 1427: Wilton’s Defiance
Light magic was rare.
Having a high affinity for light magic was extremely rare.
And finding a way to display it in a way that was both striking and memorable? That was even harder.
But now, Safa had the perfect opportunity.
She hadn’t wanted other students to get hurt like Piba, and she certainly hadn’t planned on being attacked by Nannan. Yet the moment she saw the wind magic coming, her mind shifted instantly, adapting to the situation.
She could use this.
Instead of dodging the attacks, instead of channeling Qi to harden her body or mana to block the damage, she had made the choice to take the hit, completely.
It wasn’t about making Nannan look bad, though that ended up being a convenient side effect. Her focus was purely on showcasing her magic in the most dramatic way possible, exactly what this event was meant for.
Now, with the crowd watching in stunned silence, they could see it, every wound on her body closing in seconds. The cuts vanished as if they had never been there. The blood evaporated into nothing. The light that surrounded her shimmered brilliantly, wrapping her in warmth and purity.
In mere moments, Safa stood exactly as she had before the attack, untouched, unbroken, and smiling.
Nannan almost stumbled backward, her balance faltering. Even she couldn’t deny what she had just seen was spectacular. This wasn’t simple healing magic. This was something else, something powerful, rare, and awe-inspiring.
Safa, however, didn’t linger on her reaction. She walked back to her partner with an easy, confident smile.
“You certainly did a lot,” Piba said, her tone both impressed and amused. “I don’t think things could have gone better for you.”
Now that the crowd had witnessed the healing firsthand, the murmurs began to spread fast. People were putting the pieces together, if Safa had light magic this strong, it was only natural to believe she also possessed the God Eyes, the very thing that allowed her to see through Nannan’s invisibility in the first place.
Safa had become the center of conversation. The previous presentations, impressive as they might have been, were already forgotten. The entire event had shifted around her moment.
The way it all played out felt less like a school event and more like a scene from an intense TV drama, the kind that kept you glued to the screen.
“Alright everyone!” the announcer’s voice boomed over the murmuring crowd. “Let’s give a round of applause to everyone who participated today! The new generation of mages is shaping up to be as promising as ever! Remember to be ready for tomorrow’s events, and in the meantime, enjoy the evening festivities!”
Applause and cheers erupted, the earlier shock giving way to excitement. What many had assumed would be the most lackluster event of the tournament had, thanks to Wilton Academy, become the moment everyone would be talking about for the rest of the night.
Back in the special viewing room where the principals were gathered, the conversation was just as animated as the crowd’s. They couldn’t keep from discussing what they had just witnessed.
“My word, that was astonishing!” one of the principals exclaimed. “I can’t believe Wilton Academy has managed to surprise us for the second time.”
“That’s right,” another agreed quickly. “And did you see her healing capabilities? She has to be one of the strongest light mages in existence, right?”
“Right,” a third principal said with conviction. “And now I’m certain, she has the God Eyes. If she possesses the God Eyes and that level of magical ability… doesn’t it feel like she’s following in the footsteps of Idore himself? Perhaps she could even be the next Grand Magus.”
Although there was a spark of jealousy among them, resentment that such a talent belonged to Wilton’s Academy, the mood was, overall, one of admiration. They were pleased that such a mage existed at all… all except for one man.
“I want to ask,” Ibarin said at last, his tone slicing through the room’s chatter. “Why is it that a mage of such extraordinary talent, blessed with the God Eyes, has not come to the Central Academy?
“We have the best support system for our students. The most advanced guidance for those skilled in light magic. She would have been accepted in an instant. So tell me… what did you do to make her choose your academy?”
The weight behind his words was unmistakable. It wasn’t an innocent question, it was an accusation wrapped in polite phrasing.
The other principals exchanged glances. None of them could outright call Ibarin wrong. As much as they disliked his tone, the truth was the same for all of them, it was baffling why a student like Safa wouldn’t have chosen the Central Academy.
“Ibarin,” Wilton said evenly, his voice calm but firm, “academies improve and change all the time. I don’t know why this student picked Wilton. Maybe she had a bad impression of some of your students.”
Then, with the smallest of smirks, he added, “And speaking of impressions… we still haven’t discussed the matter of the Central Academy attacking so suddenly. Don’t you think something should be done about that?”
The room went still.
Some of the principals thought the same thing, that Wilton was very brave to talk back to the Grand Magus so openly. But perhaps it made sense. Wilton had no aspirations of rising higher in political rank, so he had less to lose than most.
“You’re right,” Ibarin finally said, his voice regaining that smooth, authoritative edge. “I should call for a meeting so that Nannan can apologize. And I will be there in person… to meet the Wilton student as well. I’ll make sure it’s sincere.”
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