Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 30: He’s a Genius

Chapter 30: He's a Genius

At the peak of the towering Imperial Arcane Citadel, where only the most accomplished Archmages and scholars of magic gathered, silence lingered over a long obsidian table.

Ten Archmages sat in their ornate seats, robes embroidered with ancient runes, expressions carved in stone.

At the center of the chamber stood Professor Meril Dathen, pink-haired, sharp-eyed, and visibly out of breath as she laid down a rolled paper onto the crystal-lit surface.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet," she said, voice trembling with suppressed excitement.

Archmage Voren, known for rejecting nearly every new magical theory in the past fifty years, raised a skeptical brow. "What is this about?"

"...A solution," Meril said, her voice steadying. "To the Hellflame Paradox."

A few murmurs.

"Impossible."

"We've seen countless attempts."

"The paradox is unsolvable by nature."

Meril exhaled through her nose.

"Yes. That's what I believed too... until a certain exam paper landed on my desk."

She unrolled the page, revealing a meticulously annotated diagram and formulas written in compact, clear handwriting.

At the top, one name stood alone:

Sam Avencroft

She pointed to the main formula. "Hellflame is defined as an eternally burning curse-fire that can only be sustained in negative mana environments, yet requires positive mana to ignite. The paradox is that the moment you create it, it should destroy itself."

She looked around. "But that assumption... is flawed."

Voren frowned. "Then what's your proposal?"

"It's not my proposal," she corrected. "It's his."

She tapped the formula. "Sam suggests mana shouldn't be classified strictly as positive or negative, but as part of a continuous polarity spectrum."

The room fell silent.

She continued, "If you oscillate mana polarity—shifting its flow rapidly like alternating current—you can mimic the conditions of both positive and negative mana simultaneously."

Gasps. Eyes widened. Even the floating mana crystals above the table pulsed brighter.

Meril's voice grew stronger.

"This would allow Hellflame to be ignited, sustained, and stabilized in an environment that flips polarity at fixed intervals."

Archmage Keval leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "A temporal-spatial flux field... it's elegant..."

Another whispered, "Genius..."

Meril smiled—just a little. "You haven't even seen the best part yet."

She waved her hand, and a projection bloomed above the table—rendering the formula's effect in real-time: a glowing sphere of alternating mana states. In its center, a flicker of black-blue flame bloomed and stayed steady.

A synthetic Hellflame.

Controlled. Contained.

The chamber was silent again—this time in reverence.

Then someone asked, "Who... who is this Sam Avencroft?"

Meril looked up.

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"The boy who solved this," she said softly, "is the one who topped the entrance exam. The same one behind the Titanheart Chronicles."

She looked each Archmage in the eye.

"He's... a true genius."

* * *

This was training.

Sweat rolled down my spine as I pivoted, my scythe slicing through the air to meet Mira's twin daggers with a satisfying CLANG!

She grinned, feet sliding back from the force. "Heh. You're getting better."

"You're just slacking," I shot back, spinning my scythe once.

We were in the center of the compound's training field. The area had been cleared for this very purpose—real combat drills, no spells barred.

And sitting just a little ways off, arms folded, was Veldena Asteris. Regal. Silent. Judgy.

She watched like a queen bored at a peasant circus.

Her cold blue eyes followed every motion—but she didn't move. Not yet.

I turned toward her.

"You done watching?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Vel. Join us."

"...You want to fight both of us?" Mira blinked.

"I want a real fight."

I planted my scythe in the ground. "You two. Come at me. Together."

Vel finally stood with a sigh, conjuring her signature frost rapier in one smooth motion.

"This is training, not suicide," she said. "But if you insist..."

GTP. Let's go full sync—just a little.

[Motor Control sync: 40% engaged. Tracking two targets. Predictive combat mode active.]

Mira didn't wait. She flicked her hand forward—ice needles shot from her palm, targeting my legs like shrapnel.

I dashed to the side, dodging every one with inhuman fluidity, then twisted to parry her incoming slash.

Vel moved in—her rapier thrusting in a blur.

I ducked under it and launched myself backward in a somersault.

Mira followed. This time, frost bloomed at her feet—spikes of jagged ice erupting from the ground beneath me.

GTP—sky vault.

[Confirmed. Engaging partial aerial boost.]

I launched upward using the flat of my scythe, flipped over the frost, and landed behind her.

She turned just in time for me to tap her with the blunt end of my weapon.

"Out," I whispered.

Before she could recover, Vel was already there.

Rapier flashed, and the entire air around us froze—the temperature dropped in an instant.

A field of frost bloomed across the ground, and magic snowflakes crystallized in midair.

I grinned.

"Now we're talking."

[Caution: mana saturation detected. Sync limit approaching optimal cap.]

"Don't worry," I muttered.

I slipped between her strikes like a phantom, the scythe deflecting ice-blade after ice-blade.

She slashed, and I stepped. She lunged, and I countered.

With a feint to the left, I swept her leg.

She fell hard—her rapier skidding away across the frost-covered floor.

Silence.

Both Mira and Vel sat in the dirt, breathing hard, scuffed and roughed up.

I stood in the center—scythe resting on my shoulder.

"Training complete?"

Vel squinted. "...What are you, exactly?"

Mira pouted. "You're not even breathing hard..."

I just smiled.

If only they knew.