The Greatest Warrior of All Time Returns-Chapter 240

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Chapter 240

She quickly realized that a single type of magic could be broken almost instantly, and now she switched to casting a different kind.

Double casting?

Crackle!

Neutralized.

Triple casting?

Seriously?

Boom!!

Neutralized.

It wasn’t necromancy; elemental magic usually isn’t this easy to interfere with.

But to be blunt, her magic was like a fortress built on sand.

Impressive, sure—but ironically, because her peak was high but her fundamentals shaky, it was easier to dispel than that of a mage with solid basics.

She didn’t seem to understand the repeated neutralizations and entered a state of deep concentration to try and analyze the principle behind my dispels.

Before long, an ominous surge of mana started flowing around her.

She cast what appeared to be a 5th-circle spell: Explosion.

But upon closer inspection, beneath the surface was a completely different magic writhing underneath.

Oh.

Cyber Magic?

I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh from sheer disbelief.

Even among 5th-circle mages, very few can cast such intricate camouflage spells.

She really does have an extraordinary peak, at least.

Neutralized.

“Ugh?!”

She staggered violently and collapsed to her knees.

I’ve seen enough.

This is getting boring.

Though she’s at the edge of the 5th circle, in terms of sheer potential, she already surpasses that.

In raw firepower alone, there are probably few in the faculty who could match her.

But continuing to block her spells like this won’t help her grow. I’ve gathered all the information I need.

“We’ll stop here.”

“...Hah… Hah. I can still keep going…”

“We’re not here to fight to the death, remember?”

Now I see it—she can’t control her power, and her mana consumption is massive.

She possesses such vast mana reserves that she’s always relied on brute strength to overwhelm her opponents.

It probably hadn’t been an issue until now, but with my dispels maximizing her consumption, the flaw was immediately exposed.

Ideally, she should train against actual monsters to learn how to regulate her strength, but that would take a lot of time.

However, I recently acquired something that can drastically shorten that process.

“I’ve got just the method. Come with me.”

I led her into the Mist Domain.

The white mist realm allowed me to create any space I wanted, as long as it was within the limits of Spirit Sword Utopia’s power.

It’s an illusory realm, after all.

What she needed most now was to develop her instincts through countless trials and errors.

She widened her eyes in surprise as she looked around the pristine training area.

“This is amazing. It’s not magic... What is this?”

“Think of it as something like magic. From now on, you’re going to learn how to control your power.”

“Huh?”

I summoned a goblin in the empty space.

It didn’t move, of course.

Not yet, anyway.

Later, I plan to make ones that charge at her.

She’ll need to learn power management even under pressure.

“Wanna try attacking that?”

As I pointed at the stationary goblin, she raised her hand.

BOOM!!!

A massive explosion erupted, reducing the goblin to ashes.

As expected, her control was non-existent.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t trying to control her magic—she couldn’t.

Even if she tried to moderate her output, it wouldn’t be easy.

I kicked away the charcoal remains of the goblin, making it disappear, and she looked at me.

“Did that work?”

“From now on, you’re going to keep using Fire Bomb until that thing doesn’t die.”

“...That’s impossible.”

She spoke firmly.

“Fire Bomb is a 4th-circle spell. Even if I lower the output, not killing a goblin is nearly impossible.”

It’s like asking someone to throw a grenade at a person and not kill them—but magic doesn’t follow the laws of physics.

In response, I snapped my fingers lightly.

Another goblin appeared.

“Nothing’s impossible.”

[Fire Bomb]

BOOM!!!

The explosion was instant, and her eyes shot wide open.

“No spell structure…?”

“Take a look over there.”

As the smoke cleared, the goblin lay on the ground, twitching but alive.

Critically wounded, sure—but not dead.

“Your efficiency is terrible. You don’t even realize how dangerous your magic really is.”

“But suppressing my power to that extent seems like a waste…”

“Most mages gradually grow stronger and naturally learn to control their power and improve their efficiency. But you’re a bit different, aren’t you?”

If you start out peaking, you never learn what it’s like at the bottom.

She never studied magic from anyone—she absorbed knowledge alone.

Add her raw talent to that, and what you get is a monstrous creation.

“What you need now is foundation. Don’t do anything else—just this.”

Hearing my demand, she gripped her staff tightly and pouted.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how you interfered with my magic?”

“Nope.”

At my firm reply, she puffed out her cheeks.

“Then I’m not learning.”

“Says who? You’re an academy student, and I’m your professor. Don’t like it? Drop out.”

“Th-that’s…”

They say Archmage Luteon Abelgard passed away from illness.

Which probably means he left some sort of will before his death that led her here.

“But if you do well… I might teach you a little.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Before that, let’s maintain a bit of formality. You are a student, and I’m a professor, after all.”

“Yes, Professor.”

At my suggestion, she nodded.

According to the message from the Headmaster, this girl supposedly doesn’t listen to professors very well.

But honestly, there’s no special method for handling students like her.

‘She’s easy to deal with.’

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Nearly a week passed.

New cadets had arrived, and the placement test was right around the corner.

After completing orientation, the new cadets began registering for their classes and attending them, while also preparing for the placement test in their own ways.

Of course, there would be no such test after this, but since it was the first official exam within the academy and would determine the official rankings, the cadets were clearly preparing for it whenever they could.

“You’ve all worked hard. Now take a good rest before class.”

“Thank you for your hard work, Student Council President.”

“No, you three worked hard as well. Especially you, Lishia Hevilion. You’re not even part of the Student Council, and I feel like I asked too much of you.”

“I intend to challenge you for your position someday, President.”

“Fufu. I’ll look forward to it.”

The current Student Council President, Lodia Raschel, smiled in satisfaction.

“By the way, how’s the placement test preparation going for the three of you?”

“Unless something unexpected happens, I won’t lose first place.”

That was the confident reply of the burly Basara Krevad.

Standing beside him, the heir of the Hontail family, Rubas Hontail, gathered his mana.

“First place is mine, buddy. Don’t butt in.”

Basara and Rubas, both from one of the 13 great houses, clashed with pride as they bickered over who would come out on top.

Watching this, Lodia Raschel turned to Lishia Hevilion, the granddaughter of the Alchemy school’s headmaster, who was quietly organizing documents. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

“Lishia, aren’t you interested? There’s a lot of talk about who among the new cadets will take the top spot. You’re one of the top contenders, aren’t you?”

Heir of the Sacred Spear Lineage: Basara Krevad.

Youngest son of the magical great house among the 13: Rubas Hontail.

Granddaughter of the Gallion Alchemy School’s Headmaster: Lishia Hevilion.

And finally, the hidden disciple of the reclusive Archmage: Ashuria Abelgard.

These four had secured the top four rankings among the cadets with overwhelming scores, so the curiosity was natural.

“I am a golem master, but I’m not really fixated on this test. In any case, none of us here stand a chance at first place.”

At that, the two bickering boys turned to her.

“You said something like that before. What are you basing that on?”

“You really think top place can be decided just by mana measurements?”

At the impassioned words of the boys, Lishia shrugged.

“I’m not trying to belittle you. Everyone knows how amazing and talented you are.”

“Then why say something like that…?”

“Because I saw it myself. I saw what the reclusive archmage’s disciple is like.”

Lishia Hevilion sighed deeply.

“What did you see?”

Lodia’s question prompted her to speak slowly.

“On the way to the academy, I happened to share a carriage with her. In the middle of the journey, a monster from the Demon Realm attacked the carriage. It was one of those extremely rare incidents that makes you wonder if it’s even real...”

She spoke as though recalling the moment.

“A monster from the Demon Realm?”

“Do you three know about a monster called the Ignition Drake?”

Ignition Drake!

At that name, the three widened their eyes.

“That’s a top-tier fire-type draconian! It came all the way to the roads humans travel on?”

“That’s ridiculous…”

“It had lost its territory in a territorial fight, but its power hadn’t vanished. It was definitely the real thing. If you ask around, I’m sure you’ll hear reports that its corpse was recovered. Now here’s the important part—who do you think defeated that thing?”

At that question, Rubas and Basara fell silent.

To be honest, though they were geniuses, neither of them had the strength to defeat an Ignition Drake.

“…No way…”

At the student council president’s murmur, Lishia nodded.

“Yes. Ashuria Abelgard, who was asleep at the time, turned that monster into ash with a single gesture. Anyone who witnessed that scene knows—she’s beyond the level of a mere cadet.”

She spoke with conviction.

“Even her casting speed is on a completely different level. Honestly, I can say this with confidence—among our peers, anyone under twenty across the entire Lazarus continent, there’s no one stronger than her. Maybe the professors intervened during the duel arena session because she was about to cast something truly dangerous.”

Her tone was resolute, and Rubas and Basara clenched their fists in silence.

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