Magus Supremacy - Chapter 238

Chapter 238: A Spreading reputation(super gift Bonus chapter)
Chapter 238

“So, enough talking. Let’s move on to today’s phase—exactly what you were all doing yesterday before falling unconscious!” Magnus clapped his hands sharply, a crack echoing across the hall like a gunshot.

“Push beyond your limits and train your mental state! Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, the students spaced themselves out, each two feet apart, and quickly assumed their meditative positions. Some were faster than others, especially Grey, who slipped effortlessly into his inner world.

There it was—his multi-core once again in full display, swirling with elemental fury.

Tornadoes spiraled violently, lightning crackling and arching like divine fury across the chaotic skies of his consciousness, striking the phantom ground below with deafening blasts.

Fiery rain cascaded from the heavens, melting into molten rivers. The mountains shifted and crumbled with seismic intensity.

And then, far off in the void of his core—a small, ominous rift.

It pulsed. Silent. Elusive.

‘That thing… I’ve been ignoring it. But what if that void is my fifth affinity staring me right in the face? Every element here mirrors my current affinities.

They’re close to me because I’ve awakened them… But that void is distant. Untouchable. Because it’s still asleep within me.’

He narrowed his eyes, straining to peer deeper into the abyss. ‘Is it dark magic? Shadow? No… That old man said my fifth affinity was special—one of the forbidden three: Time, Spatial, or Chaos. But which one…?’

A sigh left his lips.

‘No use speculating. Focus on the task at hand, Grey.’

“By now, you should all be inside your meditative zones,” Magnus’s voice echoed, calm yet commanding. “Now focus on spinning your mana—harder, faster. Push the limits of your core!”

“Are you sure? Isn’t that what put us unconscious yesterday?” Gordon asked skeptically, cracking open one eye.

Magnus turned his gaze, sharp as a blade. “Would you like to come up here and teach the class, Gordon? Or will you let me do my job?”

The hall fell into dead silence.

“Thought so. Now get to it.”

Reluctantly but obediently, the students began to spin their mana with increasing speed and force, tapping deeper into their cores—and then, the torment began.

Scarlet’s core flared like a living inferno. Her veins ignited with searing heat, a firestorm erupting from within, threatening to incinerate her from the inside out.

Greg was pelted with thunderbolts, each one slamming into him like divine punishment.

Every strike shook his resolve, crackling pain across his mind like shards of glass.

Raze clutched his head as celestial bodies twisted around him in chaotic motion—stars spinning wildly, constellations collapsing.

Vince’s metallic essence forged needle-like projectiles, piercing him repeatedly like a body caught in a hail of daggers.

Jay gasped as phantom waters dragged him down, submerging him in a cold abyss, lungs screaming for breath.

Vanica staggered in her core realm, blinded by radiant light so intense it burned her vision into nothingness.

Gordon collapsed to his knees, convulsing as rivers of poison wrapped around his legs, seeping into his soul, its venom dulling his senses.

Vorden wandered a mist-filled labyrinth, the fog thickening, twisting, closing in—suffocating him with every breath.

Arthur fought to breathe, trapped inside a glowing bubble. The walls pressed in, sealing off oxygen. His muscles trembled as suffocation took hold.

And Grey—he was enduring hell itself.

Fire fell from the skies in relentless sheets, scorching his skin. Bolts of lightning rained upon him like cursed spears, each one a needle of pain that danced across his flesh.

The earth beneath him rolled and split, making balance impossible, while invisible blades of wind sliced through his body in rapid strikes—each cut sharp, clean, and agonizing.

‘Damn it!’ he screamed internally. ‘This is one of those moments I hate having multiple affinities. I bet no one else is enduring this kind of madness!’

Though the torment existed solely within their mental realm, the agony felt far too real.

Pain screamed in their minds, searing their spirits, and slowly—one by one—they began to collapse.

“Ju… just… a few more…!” Greg grunted, forcing himself to his feet as lightning licked at his limbs.

A crack appeared in his core vision—but then his body gave out, and he slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Scarlet followed. Then Raze. Then all the others fell like dominoes, bodies littering the training floor—except for one.

Grey remained on his knees, trembling violently. Tears slipped down his cheeks as he kept his eyes shut tight, fists clenched, and jaw locked.

But the pain didn’t ease—it surged.

A sudden, blinding headache slammed into him like a sledgehammer. His vision darkened.

His strength crumbled. And finally, he too fell, twitching as unconsciousness claimed him.

Magnus let out a long, low sigh and walked back toward the podium. He collapsed into his chair with a grunt.

“Well… I’ve still got a long way to go,” he muttered.

A thin shard of ice manifested in his fingers. He twirled it lazily, eyes sweeping over the students sprawled across the floor.

With a flick of his wrist, the shard shot forward, embedding itself deep into the wall.

From the point of impact, webs of ice spiraled out like veins, spreading in fractal beauty. Magnus didn’t watch the display—his thoughts were elsewhere.

‘I don’t know why, but ever since Kael’s set, I’ve expected more from every group I’ve taught. And every time… disappointment.’

His gaze softened, staring blankly through the ice.

‘Kael was different. The first to achieve a breakthrough on his first try. He shattered Amir’s record—which stood at half a day—by doing it in an hour. An hour!’

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

‘And then he skyrocketed. Missions that third-years wouldn’t dream of handling—Kael aced them all. Got recruited into the elite squad. Became a legend…’

His eyes drifted to Grey, unconscious but twitching slightly.

‘But this one… Grey… there’s something about him. Two affinities like Kael, but his resume? Even crazier. Amir said he killed a level 7 beast alone. And then there was that training trip… another level 7 boss appeared—alongside an assassin—and Grey claimed to have slain both.’

Magnus slowly rose to his feet, eyes widening with realization.

‘He’s slain two level 7 beasts in different incidents. Took down a level 4 assassin mage. Obliterated half a thousand undead. And even had an incomplete breakthrough on his first try.’

He exhaled slowly, a smirk curling his lips.

‘This isn’t just a talented student. This… is the rebirth of a demon. No—something greater. Given time, he might just surpass Kael. No… he will surpass him.’

As if on cue, the students began to stir, groaning faintly as their bodies slowly regained consciousness.

And yet, even among them, Magnus’s eyes remained locked on one figure.

Grey.