Nathan

  Year 2851 | Month 2 | Day 26

  After an entire day of this rather annoying training, I find myself surrounded by a dozen Class A magicians from the alliance. All of whom look rather upset.

  Which makes sense I suppose, considering that I’ve been running around their battlefields slicing apart their soldiers and magicians for over a way now. And on top of that, I’ve accidentally blown several of them up along with myself when my mana control training fails miserably.

  Unsurprisingly, none of the Class A magicians even bother to say hi much less try to convince me to surrender. Simply because they’ve already tried so many times by now that there’s no point in expecting me to suddenly change my mind this time around.

  In response, I go ahead and send a message to Juan telling him about what’s going on. Because I can’t exactly stop these people from capturing me with nothing but mana control – or rather mana control failure – and my blades and guns.

  What is surprising though is the message I get in return from him almost immediately.

  One telling me to go ahead and use that spell on them. The last spell he taught me personally, and the only one he spent quite a bit of time going over to make sure I had it perfect. And he even said that I could go all out and use death magic just for this one battle.

  So without hesitation, I summon undead all around the battlefield using the dead corpses of soldiers and magicians before ordering them to converge on the Class A magicians who are forming a ring around me. Meanwhile the other soldiers and magicians who aren’t dead are pretty much long gone by now. Having retreated to their own sides, most likely on orders from the Class A magicians and the bastard noble in charge of this battlefield.

  After taking care of my distraction, I focus on what exact magicians are amongst the Class A magicians here. Only for a massive dome of poisonous fog to appear all around me. Followed shortly by a larger dome around it made of steel, and numerous other domes within it made of other elements.

  There’s poison, flames, lightning, water, darkness, and the list just goes on and on.

  Both regular affinities and special affinities.

  I frown as my body rapidly begins to deteriorate.

  They’re really going all out right away this time. Which means they at least learned their lesson from the last attempt they made.

  But it’s not enough.

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  Not this time.

  I take in a deep breath before letting it out. Even as metal chains begin to bear down on me, wrapping around my wrists and ankles.

  And even as the poison changes to turn into a sort of drowsiness effect. One I’m certain is meant to knock me unconscious.

  I just ignore it all as my eyes flash open and I begin activating the spell. All while my undead soldiers outside continue attacking the Class A magicians, no doubt making all these spells of their slower and stopping them from casting the more complicated ones.

  But that’s not a problem for me. Not when I ignore every last spell currently affecting me to cast hundreds upon hundreds of glowing, fiery red spell circles.

  The circles continue appearing one after another as I enter script into them at a blindingly fast pace. One far faster than any magician my age should be able to handle.

  So fast that it hurts my brain to do. Even if all the damage to my brain is immediately repaired.

  One spell circle after another. Thousands of circles.

  Enough that it fills the domes I’m in with a bright flaming light to fill in the darkness made by the dome of dark mana.

  And clearly sensing my actions, the magicians outside begin to speed up with the spell they’re starting to cast as well. A massive one no doubt on par with my own.

  But with my undead still attacking them, along with my insane speed at spellcasting, not to mention the fact that most magicians aren’t used to joint casting like they’re doing…

  A grin stretches across my face.

  …I finish first.

  With one last line added to the final circle, along with a feed of fire and death mana fed to it – the only spell Juan would let me make using death mana, strictly because it’s for my protection – my spell activates. Immediately causing a massive wave of pitch black flames to burst outwards from me and all the spell circles in a form similar to a solar flare. Blasting all of the domes apart with its force before continuing on to blast the Class A magicians who seem just about ready to finish their own spell.

  Which I find a little surprising, but whatever. I still beat them to it.

  Most of them ditch their spell the moment they sense my attack though, with all of them preparing defenses for themselves.

  But it’s all for naught when my Tier VIII spell – a citywide destruction spell and one of the requirements to reach Class A – blasts into their defenses and incinerates them in seconds. Followed shortly after by the majority of the Class A magicians themselves, with the exception of about a fourth of them who manage to escape by using a spell to flee instead of blocking.

  And it doesn’t stop there, because the spell continues outwards in a massive flare, turning the very ground into a pitch black wasteland all around. With the water of the coast being completely evaporated for several kilometers.

  Whether it’s enemy soldiers, enemy magicians, enemy ships, or even the fortress manned by the noble here, absolutely everything is completely destroyed.

  Turned to naught but pitch black ash.

  I pant in exhaustion before collapsing onto the ground once my spell finally comes to an end, the thing having drained every last drop of my mana in that one attack. Not that it stays like that for more than a second. My physical exhaustion at least. Since that is restored immediately.

  The mana exhaustion stays though, since my mana isn’t affected by my time reversal.

  But even that doesn’t matter.

  Not when I see the completely desolated land all around me.

  And the three Class A magicians who are still flying away with their metaphorical tails between their legs.

  A smile stretches across my face at the sight.

  Good.

  And now with this, I just need to bring my mana arcs to nine hundred and I’ll be considered a Class A magician.

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