Earth's Greatest Magus

”Kingrig!”

The call of the Mayan warrior’s name echoed multiple times through the chamber before it finally drew his attention. Clad in his distinctive, eye-catching mask, he made his way forward to the crystal, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. With a steady hand, he touched the crystal’s surface, prompting it to slowly transition from indigo and darken into black.

“Dual elements: Dark and Lightning.”

The revelation of Kingrig’s dual elemental affinity elicited murmurs of surprise and intrigue from the onlookers. However, the next announcement sent shockwaves through the room.

“Spirit Aptitude S!”

The declaration reverberated off the walls, leaving everyone stunned. Emery himself was taken aback by this unexpected revelation. Yet, before the astonishment could fully settle, the staff quickly corrected themselves.

“No, my mistake. It’s A aptitude, 89%.”

Though the correction tempered the initial shock, the significance of Kingrig’s aptitude score was not lost on anyone. It was merely one percentage point shy of reaching the prestigious S rank. The revelation left the magus’s expression sour while Kingrig’s three companions erupted in cheers of excitement.

Despite not fully comprehending the nuances of the situation, Kingrig welcomed the jubilant celebration with loud cheers and spirited dancing—a display that seemed to mock the disgruntled magus.

“He must be cheating!” The magus pointed an accusatory finger at Kingrig’s wooden mask. “That must be an artifact to cheat the marking!”

Klea’s response was swift and sharp. “Wow! Such a baseless accusation!”

Enraged to the point of irrationality, the magus turned to his acolytes near the crystal, instructing them to forcibly remove Kingrig’s mask. Titus and Armenius instinctively moved to intervene, ready to defend their friend. But before they could act, two thunderous impacts reverberated through the air, sending both acolytes flying several meters as if they were mere pieces of paper.

In the aftermath, Kingrig stood triumphant, arms raised in victory as he cheered for winning the impromptu skirmish.

Witnessing this scene unfold, Emery was initially poised to intervene, but as amusement replaced concern, he couldn’t help but be entertained by the turn of events. Klea, however, shook her head in exasperation as multiple staff members and security personnel converged on the scene.

“That lower realm group! They’re trying to stir up trouble here!” Magus Janus declared, his voice dripping with disdain.

As senior staff members arrived to assess the situation, Janus wasted no time in brandishing his badge. “I am Assistant Instructor Janus,” he proclaimed proudly. “My master, Grand Magus Rodman of the Archer faction, will hear of this!”

Emery sighed inwardly, feeling exasperated by Janus’s brazen behavior. However, he knew he needed to diffuse the situation quickly. Retrieving a letter from his pocket that identified him as a new instructor at the academy, he presented it to the senior staff.

“Ah, a new instructor!” the senior staff exclaimed, his tone shifting to one of respect.

Despite the evidence before him, Janus remained skeptical. “That paper doesn’t mean a thing,” he retorted. “Come to think about it, how could he bring four lower realm acolytes here? no lower realm could ever bring four!!!! who are you?!! you must have come with bad intentions!” he accused, his voice growing louder with each word.

Emery heaved a sigh, refusing to tolerate Janus any longer, he decided to employ his formidable spirit power, his eyes gazing at the Magus as he said one word.

“Silence!”

Though Janus was a half-moon magus, he found himself unable to utter another word under Emery’s authoritative command. Emery’s gaze held a terrifying power that seemed to surpass that of a grand magus, leaving Janus stunned by its intensity.

Suddenly, another voice, feminine yet commanding, pierced through the tension. A beautiful blonde-haired woman whose presence seemed to illuminate the surroundings. As soon as she appeared, all the staff members present bowed in a gesture of deep respect.

“Deputy Headmaster,” they chorused in unison, acknowledging her arrival with reverence.

Janus, now somewhat relieved by the arrival of the Deputy Headmaster, this ‘new instructor’ obviously just attacked him. A smug show on his face as his thoughts seemed to echo his expression: “It will be hilarious to see you get fired on your first day!”

He turned to the Deputy Headmaster, lowering his head in deference. “Deputy… this man… he dare to…” Janus’s voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of the Deputy’s face. However, to his astonishment, the Deputy Headmaster was smiling warmly, her gaze directed towards the man who had identified himself as the new instructors.

“You’re finally here, welcome to the academy” she exclaimed with genuine delight.

Emery, showing utmost respect, addressed the woman with a different title. “Master,” acknowledging her as one of the grand magus who had once taught him. Grand Magus Aurora, now the Deputy Headmaster of the Alpha Quadrant Magus Academy.

“You should have told me you have arrived,” she said.

“Master, I really just arrived. You came right on time…” Emery said the word so casually.

Janus was taken aback by the familiarity between Emery and the Deputy Headmaster. He realized that her position as “Master” was far superior to that of his own master, Rodman. Grand Magus Aurora wasn’t just a Deputy Headmaster; she was also an oracle, a position that held immense authority, potentially even surpassing that of the headmaster.

Janus felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead intensify, his fake smile stretching wider as he listened to the revelation that the Oracle had extended multiple invitations to this young man to become a instructor, only to be turned down each time.

“Refusing an Oracle… is that even possible?” Janus wondered incredulously, his mind swirling with irrational thoughts. “who is this new instructor?”

With the Deputy Headmaster’s intervention, the truth swiftly came to light. The junior staff was dismissed, and the senior staff was cautioned about discrimination.

She regarded Janus with a soft gaze, yet her presence exuded an overwhelming power that left him feeling helpless.

“You should report what happened here to your master, Rodmand,” she instructed.

“Yes… yes… Yes, I will,” Janus responded, bowing his head even lower, his expression contrite as he apologized profusely for his mistake.

Only when he saw the Deputy Headmaster leading the lower realm group on a tour around the academy did Janus finally exhale a sigh of relief, he could only hope his master, grand magus Rodman wouldn’t scold him too hard.

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