fynovel Chapter 338: Runes & Spells
Chapter 338: Runes & Spells
Chapter 338: Runes & Spells
***
Sometime later...
[You've embarrassed your master with that performance, boy.]
[You know I don't like to agree with this old bastard, but he's right, you fucked up bad.]
[I get it! I get it! Stop crowding me!]
Arthur sat in the back of the class, talking to his systems telepathically as he continued to look up at empty space.
What his eyes saw was far from that, however.
A Japanese salesman, wearing a suit and reflecting glasses, stood next to an old man who looked like he came straight out of a cultivation novel with long flowing white hair and a similarly long beard that reached below his waist-a beard that would put Ragnar's, Emir's, and Raymond's to shame a hundred times over.
[I understand you being weak, you've never trained before meeting us, which is bad sure, but that doesn't matter...]
The old man didn't relent, scolding him while stroking his beard.
[Especially not now!]
Pushing his glasses up his nose, the dull salesman agreed:
[Right. What matters is how you disgraced us with that low blow. Or at least your attempt at one.]
Snickering, the old man added:
[Though I don't know much of this world, I can be sure that it holds the same values as mine. And I've never seen a man kill another by aiming at their goddamn BALLS!]
[Mhm, I can't see how you and Emir are the same age...]
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Ah... Arthur accidentally spoke out loud, causing the entire class to stare daggers at him, especially the 'named,' who looked like they wanted to kill him.
"...Were you talking to someone?"
The kid twitched and paused for a second, still processing what happened. Then he looked back at their bearded professor, his head lowering as he nodded at him.
"Y-Yes... I'm sorry."
"It's fine, just don't do it again and turn off your terminal, yeah?"
"I will."
Arthur let out a sigh while deflating into his seat, trying to hide from the embarrassment and drown out their voices, but eventually...
He failed.
Why? Well, their professor, Ragnar interfered once again.
Right, he was the one who was currently teaching them.
Runes were introduced to them today, while he wasn't the one responsible for the intricacies of that specialization, he was tasked with giving a very light introduction.
And even though it was just an introduction, most of the students grew confused.
"We spell weavers don't really need a staff, but it helps us perform more complicated spells. As I said, our bodies act as conduits far better than any staff, Arcanist or Technomancer can
create but because of that, it's harder to cast spells with many Paths."
"Staffs like the one I hold streamline the process for a single category of spells. So they're only useful in a certain element or a certain line structure, unlike our bodies, which can handle all. Of course, there are exceptions to this rule with overpowered staffs, but those are Holy Relics, and those are the exception, not the rule."
"Remember, the more specific the inscription the better the result, after all, there are millions of combinations in the Paths, Arcane language, and-"
Ragnar paused just before ending his lesson, his eyes stuck on a certain student in the back of
the class.
It was Arthur.
The kid was staring at his watch, looking excited, as if he was dying to see the class end.
That ticked off Ragnar.
"ARTHUR! MINUS TEN AUC!"
And he immediately gave him a penalty, causing him to flinch and look up in shock while
inwardly questioning:
'WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!'
***
While Arthur fought the battle of his life, Emir was enjoying a battle of his own.
Looking at the students fight so clumsily made him cringe a little, but it still lit up his urge to
fight.
And fight he did.
He had a Material Type monster in his left grip, its neck twisted as he kept punching its face
in, causing blood to spurt out in loads, splashing out and landing on the pool of crimson
beneath them.
"WILL YOU SURRENDER?!"
Like a loan shark demanding his money, he kept repeating this question for what felt like a
million times in the past hour.
"A-Alright! I will, I will, just stop... please."
The monster finally relented, accepting his defeat, but Emir didn't let go of its neck, wanting
to punch it one more time for good measure.
But just as he pulled his right arm back like a spring, about to unleash death...
Ring Ring Ring~
His terminal rang out.