The Scum Emperor's Redemption System - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Ultimate Magic Overlord
“A-Alvator, I did it!” Argider practically bounced on her heels, her face lighting up like a festival lantern. She held up her hand as if the tiny flame was still there, even though it had long since flickered out. “I get it now! I just have to understand and feel the essence of things! I’m not useless after all!”

—[Congratulations!]

—[You Have Unlocked The Magic Attributes In Your Magic Status Display!]

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—[Magic Attributes]

Attribute One: Lightning Magic

▪︎ Mastery Level: Lightning Elemental Acolyte

▪︎ Level One: 0/10

Attribute Two: Fire Magic

▪︎ Mastery Level: Fire Elemental Acolyte

▪︎ Level One: 5/10

Alvator raised a brow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had to admit that her excitement was contagious. Maybe he had doubted her a little too much. Seeing her actually pull it off was… surprising. Pleasantly so.

Perhaps all those long hours she’d spent buried in the library, pouring over ancient tomes and muttering about mana theory, were finally paying off.

“Well,” he said with a shrug, feigning nonchalance but failing to hide the glimmer of pride in his eyes, “looks like you’ve finally figured out the basics. Took you long enough.”

Argider ignored the jab entirely, her mind racing with possibilities. She clasped her hands together, her excitement bubbling over. “Wait, wait! Does this mean the more I activate other people’s magic, the more magic attributes I get?!”

Alvator blinked, caught off guard by the sudden leap in logic. He opened his mouth to respond, but Argider barreled on, her eyes sparkling.

“I mean, think about it! If I connect with everyone and activate all their magic, I’ll become, like, the ultimate magic overlord! I’ll know everything! Fire magic, water magic, shadow magic. Oh, maybe even forbidden magic!” She gasped dramatically, as if the sheer idea of her own potential was too much to handle.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, your majesty,” he said dryly. “Mastering one flicker of fire doesn’t mean you’re ready to conquer the magical world. Baby steps, Argider. Baby steps.”

“But I’m on to something, right?!” she insisted, pointing an enthusiastic finger at him.

“Sure,” Alvator replied with a smirk. “If by ‘something’ you mean impending burnout, then yes, absolutely.”

“Wow, you’re so mean…” Argider huffed, rolling her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she should be frustrated or amused, but before she could voice another complaint, something caught her attention.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a small figure darting toward her, moving quickly with surprising agility.

Argider’s brow furrowed, and she turned her head just in time to see a little boy, probably no older than three, running toward her with wide, amazed eyes. His hair was messy, his cheeks rosy from the excitement, and he wore a bright grin that stretched across his face like he had just discovered the world’s greatest secret.

“Whoa!” he gasped as he stopped in front of her, his tiny hands clapping together. “You’re so cool! You’re doing magic, and you’re, like, fighting with that sword thing!”

Argider’s mouth slightly agaped. She looked down at the boy, confused. She had been so caught up in her own frustrations that she hadn’t noticed his approach. “Uh… yeah?” she said, her voice uncertain.

What was this kid doing here, watching her practice?

“You’re, like, a real wizard, huh?” he asked, his voice filled with innocent wonder. “Can you teach me magic? I wanna do it too!”

Her first instinct was to brush him off. She was hardly in the mood for an impromptu fan club meeting, but then, the mischievous glint in her eyes came to life.

She wasn’t just going to let this little one think she was some mere beginner, now that she had an audience.

She straightened up, puffed out her chest, and placed a hand on her hip. “Of course, little one,” she said in a voice full of exaggerated confidence. “I’m not just any wizard. I’m Argider, the future Archmage of the Realm!” She waved her hand grandly, as though summoning an invisible audience.

The boy’s eyes grew even wider, if that was possible. “Archmage?! That sounds soooo cool! Can you make fire go whoosh?!” He mimicked the motion with his tiny hands, his excitement completely infectious.

Argider laughed loudly, leaning down to his level. “Well, young one,” she said, playing the part of the wise and powerful mage, “I can make fire go whoosh, but only for those worthy of seeing it.”

“I’m super patient!” he exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. “I can wait forever!”

“Oh, yes,” Alvator spoke under his breath, “Argider, the mighty mage… teaching a toddler how to flail with a stick.” His tone dripped with sarcasm.

‘What’s wrong, Alvator? Jealous of my flair?” she teased inside her mind, clearly enjoying the show.

“Flair? The only thing you’re teaching him is how to trip over his own feet and fall on his face.”

The little boy giggled, clearly more interested in the theatrics than the actual swordplay. “I’m gonna be a wizard!” he squealed.

Argider puffed out her chest proudly. “Of course, little one! Under my guidance, you’ll be the greatest wizard in all the lands!”

“Right. And I suppose that will make you the grand master of magic… right after you accidentally set his hair on fire.”

As Argider and Alvator continued their playful banter, a sudden, urgent scream broke through the air.

“Kian!” the voice shouted, echoing across the training grounds.

A figure appeared on the horizon, running toward them at a frantic pace. As the figure drew closer, Argider could make out a woman, her long blonde and wavy hair trailing behind her as she pushed herself to the limit.

She was panting, clearly exhausted from the sprint, but her posture was regal despite the effort.

She came to a halt in front of Kian, bending slightly at the waist as she caught her breath. Her pale blue eyes flicked from him to Argider.

After a moment, she stood straight again, a slight flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“Elira Quenvale,” Argider murmured to herself, a bit taken aback. One of her soon-to-be wives… but why was she here? She hadn’t expected to see her today.

Elira, now breathing a little easier, turned to Kian with a sharp look, her hands on her hips. “Kian,” she scolded, her voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that could bring even the most rebellious child to heel. “What have I told you about running off like that? Do you have any idea how worried I was? You’re supposed to stay close.”

Kian’s wide eyes looked up at her, a little sheepish but still smiling in that innocent way children do when they’re caught in the act. “I was just watching Argider do magic!” he exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. “She’s gonna teach me how to be a wizard!”

Elira’s expression softened slightly, but there was a lingering trace of worry in her eyes. She crouched down, gently ruffling Kian’s hair. “Don’t call her Imperial Majesty like that,” she gently pushed down the boy’s head. “This is your father… I mean, mother… the Emperor.

Argider, still in disbelief, watched the scene unfold, her thoughts racing.

Wait… hold on… does this mean this child is my… son?