Chapter 38: Is so Cool
The man before him recited his na and surna in a flat tone. Professor Dewen stared blankly at the doorway and swallowed.
"Vi......Viktor? Why are you back?"
He knew the royal family had declared Viktor innocent, which ant Viktor hadn't died.
Though he felt a flicker of guilt, the thought that he had taken over this class through proper channels gave him a asure of confidence.
"What's wrong, Viktor?"
"Don't you know the Principal has already issued a notice? This class has been handed over to ."
He deliberately invoked the Principal's na, eyeing Viktor with smug satisfaction.
Professor Dewen figured that no matter how arrogant Viktor was, he wouldn't dare cause a scene at the Principal's office—after all, this was the Academy, not his territory.
And so, he made a point of saying:
"Viktor, rember your place. You are nothing more than a 3rd-Tier Mage."
Viktor's expression remained blank.
Under the royal family's deliberate suppression, the matter of Viktor stopping the volcanic eruption had not been widely circulated. Once a Natural Disaster of that scale spread through public knowledge, it would easily spark panic among the populace.
So it was enough for the matter to circulate only among a small circle of nobles and royals.
The official explanation had simply been that Viktor was declared innocent—he had no connection to the volcano whatsoever.
Under this carefully managed narrative, aside from the mages who had been present at the ti, very few people knew that Viktor was now a 4th-Tier Mage.
Dewen Rether, standing before him now, was naturally one of those kept in the dark.
"As for you stealing my class—I'll be filing a new request with the Principal afterward."
The students below perked up at once, and the sa thought rang through every single one of them:
Finally, we don't have to listen to this pig lecture anymore!
His teaching is genuinely boring—and he even gets things wrong. Is his head full of water?
Let Dewen teach? Give a break. I could do it myself!
In the minds of these exceptional students, the difference between Dewen and Viktor was nothing short of garbage versus perfection.
Professor Dewen's face soured. He clicked his tongue in contempt.
He had only been able to seize this class because of Viktor's "disappearance."
Now that Viktor was back, the class would naturally be returned to Viktor, who outranked him by an entire Tier.
Dewen had no way to stop Viktor right now.
Viktor raised 2 fingers in front of him.
"Now, the 2nd matter."
"When I left, I entrusted my Teaching Assistant to cover my classes in my absence."
"Where is she now?"
At that, a gleam of satisfaction crept into Dewen's eyes.
"Oh? You an that filthy Teaching Assistant of yours?"
"A disgusting worm who doesn't even qualify as a refugee—fit to educate others? Ha! Don't make laugh!"
"As a Professor, I have the authority to issue orders to Teaching Assistants in your absence."
"What's the matter? I had her expelled. Do you have any objections……"
BOOM!
Viktor's coat flared with brilliant crimson light, and the glow swept through the entire classroom in an instant. A fierce, scorching heat erupted outward, sending the temperature inside the room surging in seconds.
Even the corridor felt the heat.
An enormous Lava Arm appeared and seized Dewen by the throat, hoisting him into the air.
Like a pig strung up and readied for roasting.
The students in the classroom froze where they sat, unsure how to react.
The water in their cups began to hiss and evaporate.
This was the 2nd ti they had witnessed Viktor act.
This ti, the target was a fellow Professor.
And what did they see?
With a single move, Professor Viktor rendered Professor Dewen completely helpless……
This was simply……
"That's so cool!"
One student suddenly cried out, then imdiately caught himself, snapped his mouth shut, and ducked his head at the realization that the atmosphere was not quite right.
Yet Viktor at the front showed no reaction whatsoever—while every student around the one who had spoken gave him a unified nod of agreent.
Professor Dewen thrashed desperately. He tried to pry apart the lava with his pudgy hands, but it was utterly useless.
He was suffocating—he was about to suffocate.
A wave of overwhelming panic crashed through Professor Dewen's mind.
Like a fat pig about to be slaughtered, he flailed wildly, slapping at the Lava Arm with both hands, completely ignoring how they were scorched red by the heat.
Just as he was on the verge of losing consciousness, Viktor released his grip.
Professor Dewen collapsed to the floor, gulping down mouthfuls of air, drenched in sweat. He looked up at Viktor with terror in his eyes and roared:
"Viktor! How dare you—how dare you deliberately harm soone within the Academy!"
"Do you actually think you can kill ?!"
A flash of crimson passed through Viktor's eyes. The Lava Arm instantly swelled to more than double its size.
"Why? Do you think I can't?"
The enormous hand crept closer to Professor Dewen. The blistering heat made him feel as though the very air he breathed was about to tear his lungs apart.
Sweat—impossible to tell whether from fear or from the heat—rolled down his forehead.
The Lava Arm gripped Professor Dewen by the collar, and Viktor pulled him directly in front of his face, his tone cutting and cold.
"Right now, I won't kill you."
"I hope the truth I find is enough to keep your life."
A foul stench drifted over. Viktor looked down at Dewen's already-soaked lower half.
Whoosh!
A tongue of fla erupted between Dewen's legs in an instant. Dewen let out a shriek like a pig being slaughtered.
That part of him—had been burned to a crisp.
Under that unimaginable pain, Dewen finally lost consciousness.
Every student in the room shuddered. The male students in particular.
Behind Viktor, the enormous hand held Professor Dewen aloft—dragging him along like a dead pig.
Before leaving the classroom, Viktor turned back and said coldly:
"Self-study for this period."
"Yes! Professor Viktor!"
The voices of the classroom rang out in unison.
Viktor walked through the Academy grounds, the enormous hand still dangling Professor Dewen behind him—like a public execution in motion.
Wherever he passed, every person paused to look.
After all, walking through the Academy in that fashion—at any ti, under any circumstance—was impossible to ignore.
There was no shortage of students without classes at this hour. One by one they looked, then quickly dropped their gazes, terrified of being caught staring.
"Damn it—what on earth is that enormous hand behind Professor Viktor? That's so freaking cool."
They had almost forgotten that the fat man being dangled there was none other than Professor Dewen—the sa man who had, just yesterday, rcilessly humiliated a lowly Teaching Assistant in this very place.
Of course they wouldn't rember.
No one spares a thought for a lowly Teaching Assistant.
Even after sothing like that happened yesterday, it would only ever beco fodder for their idle chatter over evening tea.
Sothing to pull out when bored—talk about how pitiful that expelled Teaching Assistant was, what kind of humiliation she'd been put through.
Then follow it up with a cold, detached sigh: that if it had been them, they probably wouldn't want to go on living in this country anymore.
Viktor walked for roughly half an hour, covering nearly half the Academy grounds.
Then, a voice drifted through the air.
'Professor Viktor, you've crossed a line.'
The magic ripple in the air made it unmistakably clear to Viktor.
This was the Principal's 【Natural Sparrow】.
The Principal had used the 【Natural Sparrow】 to reach out to Viktor directly.
Viktor didn't take the bait. Instead, using the contrast within the magic ripple, he constructed a magic link in the air and attached it to the 【Natural Sparrow】 himself.
'This is the punishnt he deserved.'
'I hold great respect for you, Principal—and so I ask that you, in turn, do not interfere with my actions.'
The ripple in the air went silent for a long mont.
Because that single, precise maneuver was enough for the Principal to understand in an instant.
Viktor had detected the 【Natural Sparrow】.
'A 29-year-old……Saint Mage?'
'Viktor, you truly do surprise .'
The ripple of the 【Natural Sparrow】 slowly faded.
'I know what you wish to find out. The Natural Sparrow has shown everything.'
'Then allow to make one earnest request: please do not let your anger spill onto innocent students.'
'When you are ready, please co to the Principal's office for a talk.'
The ripple in the air settled back into stillness.
Weija glanced sidelong at Viktor.
"Did you know from the start that the old man would co looking for you?"
"You did this on purpose—just to get information about that girl's whereabouts from him."
Viktor gave no reply. He simply continued on toward the Principal's office, Dewen still dangling behind him.
"If you saw sothing that made you furious—what would you do?"
Viktor cast a glance at the unconscious Dewen behind him. Within his calm, lake-still eyes, a thread of killing intent stirred.
"Good. I like your approach."
"Let's go then—I'm curious myself. What exactly did this fat pig do?"
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