Magus Supremacy - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: He is breaking through?!
Chapter 234

“Well, I guess I should take this as a good sign, huh?” Grey muttered with a faint smile, a flicker of anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

Magnus took center stage, his commanding presence immediately drawing everyone’s attention. “I’m sure most of you have figured it out by now,” he said, his voice firm yet oddly encouraging. “It’s time we move onto the next step for today.”

He paused, scanning the room as he let his words sink in. “Most of you, when you first visualized your cores, probably saw something wild.

A storm of energy—ravaging, chaotic, burning so intensely it nearly blinded you. That’s not a coincidence.”

“Now, we go further. We push past your boundaries—past the chains shackling your potential. The barrier that holds you back from reaching the supreme stage.

Today, we’re going to crack that ceiling and become something closer to the divine.”

A confident smile tugged at his lips as murmurs of uncertainty stirred among the students.

“Are we really getting close to breaking through?” Arthur asked, his brows furrowed.

In his mental space, all he could see was a luminous orb of light floating rhythmically, its glow pulsing gently in the air before him.

“Yes and no,” Magnus replied cryptically. “You’ve all passed three stages already. So yes, you’re close—but you’re not there yet. Not quite.”

“What’s the next step, then?” Vanica asked, her gaze locked on the river of pure, flowing mana she had visualized—so tranquil, yet unfathomably deep.

“Now, it’s time for the Mental Resistance Exercise.” Magnus’ smirk widened. “This… is where most of you will falter. Some of you will break. Others might get lost in fear. How far you go depends on one thing—mental fortitude.”

“But don’t be discouraged if you fail today,” he added, his voice softening slightly. “Growth takes time. All you need is a little more effort… and maybe a little more pain.”

“How exactly do we advance?” Grey asked, his curiosity piqued.

Magnus’s voice dropped, taking on an ominous tone. “By preparing to feel a world of pain.”

His words chilled the room.

“I want you all to use your willpower—force your mana to its edge. Not to cast a spell, but to push your core to spin faster, sharper, stronger than ever before. Not passively. Actively.”

“It will resist you. It will hurt. Your thoughts will feel like they’re on fire. But that’s the entire point. Breakthrough only happens when you break the ceiling the world has imposed upon your magic.”

“Defy it. Crush it. Transcend it.”

With that final, thunderous command, Magnus stepped back as the students braced themselves.

—

Raze stood in silence, lost in the abyss of his mind. Before him stretched a dark cosmic sky, scattered with stars that pulsed in radiant hues—fiery orange, dull metallics, vibrant aquas, and crackling bolts of lightning that danced from cloud to ground.

‘These stars… they represent all the magic I’ve ever copied,’ he realized. A dozen stars, each a testament to his battles, his growth.

‘So, how do I make it spin faster?’

He closed his eyes and began. Mana surged outward from his core, spiraling throughout his body.

But unlike before, he didn’t allow it to flow naturally. He forced it. Drove it like a storm churning in reverse. Faster. Harder.

The void around him began to twist.

At first, it was subtle. Then, the sky whirled violently—spinning so fast it blurred the stars into streaks of color.

Vertigo slammed into him. His feet stumbled in reality, and he dropped to the ground with a hard thud.

His body convulsed. Trembled. His mind trembled in sync with the storm inside him.

—

Scarlet had flames dancing within her spiritual space—majestic, towering, yet now growing feral. As she pushed her mana to swirl faster, the flames surged. Roared.

Suddenly, she was in the fire.

It burned through her consciousness, licking at her soul with searing intensity. She screamed—a bloodcurdling, ear-piercing cry that echoed across the room. Her body hit the floor, convulsing under the agony.

—

Greg grit his teeth as the crackling storm above him intensified. Lightning bolts struck again and again, slamming into his mental projection.

This wasn’t new. His first awakening had been forged under a similar storm—deliberate electrocution by elite mages in his family.

But this time… it was worse.

It felt like molten needles driving into every nerve. From within. His muscles clenched. Spasmed. His breath came in ragged gasps.

Still, he held on.

A final bolt struck. He screamed, collapsing as the world around him shattered into blinding light.

—

Magnus watched in silence, eyes flickering from one trembling body to another. “Impressive,” he muttered, staring at Greg, who convulsed on the ground, his eyes wide like a man haunted by nightmares.

—

Vince stood firm, though his legs were shaking. In his mental world, metallic shards and glowing needles bombarded him from all directions. Pain stabbed into him—real, visceral.

His fists were clenched so tightly that blood trickled from where his nails dug into his palms. Every fiber of his being begged him to stop. But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

‘No matter what… I won’t give up. I’ll prove myself. I’ll become stronger—stronger than Dave… so he can never look down on me again… I… I ne—’

His thoughts faded as consciousness fled, his body crumpling with a heavy thud.

—

Magnus began to nod, murmuring, “Even though he was injured, he still soldiered on. But at the end of the da—”

He froze.

His eyes widened, practically bulging out of their sockets.

He was staring at Grey.

—

Grey’s hair began to billow, caught in a wind that didn’t exist. A gentle glow surrounded him, flickering like a holy aura. His face twisted in agony, veins pulsing on his forehead, jaw clenched, sweat dripping in rivers.

His eyes turned a blinding white.

Then—

BOOM!

A shockwave exploded from his body, knocking Magnus back a full step. The force rattled the walls, sending an invisible pulse through the room like a bell tolling across the void.

Only Instructor Magnus remained standing, eyes still wide, heart pounding.

“He… he’s breaking through?” Magnus whispered in awe, his voice barely audible.

The glow around Grey surged once more—brilliant, searing—and then it faded.

His body hit the ground, unconscious.

So did the rest.