Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 143 Random Number Magic
The black flames that carried the aura of destruction slowly condensed in the dragon's mouth.

The heat that seemed to ignite the entire space spread throughout the burial ground that was about to collapse.

But Ritas did not show any fear or panic. He just took out stacks of magic book pages from the packages hidden in various parts of his body.

With a casual throw, the magic book pages scattered around Ritas like snowflakes.

As the magic circle on the pages of the magic book was activated, protective barriers began to appear.

However, compared to the defensive magic that Ritas had used before, the superposition of these protective barriers seemed a bit messy. They were disorderly and chaotic, and even hindered and repelled each other, and were completely unable to exert their due power.

"You say you're cutting ties with the academic world, studying taboos, and doing things that ordinary mages can't do. But in reality, when it comes to using magic, in my opinion, you're just an academic."

"The most important prerequisite for casting magic is to successfully perform it. In other words, if it's forbidden or interrupted, it's meaningless. So, you summoned this clumsy, fragile bone dragon, good for nothing except show. Perhaps you wanted a body that would absolutely not be interrupted for the spellcasting, or the subsequent fire breath?"

In response to Ritas's ridicule, the corpse disaster only made some muffled sounds.

Apparently, the black flames that were gathering in the bone dragon's mouth prevented him from speaking as before.

"Don't tell me you are denying my inference. I thought about it for a long time and finally made your behavior a little more reasonable. But it's just a little. It's really difficult to say anything for you. After all, your magic is the stupidest magic I have ever seen in my life."

"Necromancy? After death, one becomes immortal? This is inexplicable."

"But compared to the magic itself, you are the stupidest person. You used a magic that takes such a long time to charge to deal with the wizard who just demonstrated the magic of teleportation? Before that, I could have teleported away, but I stayed. Do you really think that I stayed here just to cooperate with you?"

As Ritas spoke, he took out two more bottles from the package.

The bottle contained a liquid that had once been badly criticized by the Bathing Goddess, "Universal Solvent (tentative name)".

Compared to that time, there is a slightly improved universal solvent (tentative), and the appearance has improved. Although the color is still difficult to judge, the texture is no longer as sticky as before.

When the corpse disaster, or the bone dragon, was shaking its whole body and wanted to retaliate angrily, Ritas opened the bottle.

Then, the same rough scene as before appeared. Ritas, holding the bottle, just wantonly poured the liquid in it onto the surrounding magic pages.

A large number of protective barriers disappeared in an instant.

Instead, completely different colors appeared on the pages of the magic book.

"A family composed of countless bones? Even without counting, I can tell they're only tens of thousands of bones, a far cry from 'countless'."

"But I can't blame you for that, because you've already shown how stupid you are with numbers."

"'Eight Plagues'? What on earth are you calling yourself? Shouldn't it be the Five Plagues?"

"It's truly pathetic that they can't even get such a small number right. The same is true of the self-proclaimed 'Eight Disasters'."

Ritas waved his right hand, and all the magic book pages on the ground floated into the air.

The "countless" pages of magic books surrounding him were actually over a hundred. At this moment, the protective barriers had transformed into something completely different.

Amplification magic circle.

"Finally, let me tell you something interesting. Those who truly stand at the top of the world, those who truly believe they are unique, will not claim titles with numbers. Those titles with numbers themselves represent that there are many others at the same level as them. Being called 'one of' means that even among those at the same level, they cannot stand out and become the only one."

"So, I really don't know what you're so arrogant about, calling yourself 'Eight Disasters'? Even among those 'Eight Disasters' who are only the old, weak, and sick, you're just 'one'.

Amid Ritas's sarcasm, the corpse's roar never stopped.

And at this moment, the bone dragon's fire breath was finally ready.

The moment it was formed, the pitch-black flames had already burned a large area around the bone dragon's mouth into ashes, and suddenly sprayed towards the direction where Ritas was.

Facing the oncoming black flames, Ritas, who was also fully prepared, released his magic.

No matter what level the wizard is at, magic particles are always mysterious and elusive.

Therefore, in order to ensure the stability of magic, the only thing mages can do is to make themselves "unchanging." Therefore, controlling one's emotions is often a compulsory course that accompanies mages throughout their lives.

Because his upbringing was a little different from others, Ritas had always been good at this.

But Ritas is still a human being after all, with his own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

Just like now, Ritas's long-suppressed anger has reached its peak.

“Again, again, and again.”

Ritas really didn't understand why he would encounter the "Eight Disasters" every time he came to the Adventurer Town. Moreover, every time these Eight Disasters appeared, they were doing something to harm him.

He has been around magic for most of his life, but he was never allowed to use it or anything like that.

Isn't it a bit too much?
Perhaps, blaming everything on the corpse disaster was a form of venting one's anger on others, but it didn't matter.

"Restriction? Do you need to talk about that kind of thing?"

All the actions of the corpse disaster were undoubtedly irritating Ritas. Ritas couldn't even understand why he was angry when the corpse disaster jumped in front of him to show off its stupidity.

Among all the words of the corpse disaster, the one that Ritas found most unbearable was "I guess you are already tired of the cumbersome restrictions and dogmas in the magic world."

Perhaps, those were just the unintentional words of the corpse disaster.

But these words happened to resonate with what John, one of the few people who understood Ritas, had said to him.

So, does everyone think so?
Ritas was a little confused.

Does he really look like a monster that is bound by all kinds of chains and locked in a cage, longing for freedom?

Ritas was really confused.

However, since the Corpse Disaster had completely done everything that was enough to anger Ritas through his identity, his words, his deeds, and his performance.

Then
"Let me show you."

Ritas interlaced the fingers of his hands in front of him.

A ferocious look appeared on his face, veins bulged on his forehead, and Ritas seemed to be using all his strength.

A wizard usually cannot lose control, because if he loses control, he will not be able to use magic as usual according to his own wishes.

But if you think about it differently.
Losing control means that the wizard may release magic that he would not or could not normally release.

A ball of unusually bright, yet exceptionally violent red flame appeared between Ritas's crossed hands.

Unlike the elemental flames that he had casually twisted in the past, the flame in Ritas's hand at this moment was clearly a cluster of attack magic.

Because Ritas hated the situation of losing control of himself and falling into a state of loss of control, he even gave a name to the magic that he used in extreme moments to lose control.

"Random number magic."

"'eclipse'!"

Suddenly, as Ritas raised his right hand and crushed the fireball in his palm, a shocking blazing light burst out. In mid-air, the black flames that shot towards Ritas collided with the light of the "solar eclipse".

Of course, the black flames from the dragon's skeleton condensed the power to destroy everything.

However, what it collided with was a magic that could amplify infinite power and explode in the blue sky, making even the scorching sun pale in comparison.

In an instant.

The huge ball of light exploded and swallowed everything it could reach.

In the scorching sun, everything loses its color.

The black flames and the skeleton dragon that tried to compete with it also turned into dust.

"Ahem, failed. huh?"

Deep in the dark maze, the "solar eclipse" shone for only a second.

Looking at the huge hole that could no longer be recognized, the severely injured Ritas fell to the ground, continuously spitting out blood.

"Although it's uncontrollable, it uses so many magic pages."

Is this the extent of its power?
Ritas was unable to accurately judge how much his fake "Solar Eclipse" differed from the original one. Judging from the physical sensation alone, it should be at least a hundred times different.

In the space where everything was flattened, Ritas, who was obviously not satisfied with his attempt, once again questioned what kind of monster Levis was, who could cast "Solar Eclipse" with almost no external help.

Even though Ritas always had many complaints about his teacher, there were always many reasons why he never really escaped.

"Riritus Berengrom Elson!"

In the empty space, a roar suddenly sounded.
"Don't be so arrogant! This maze is just the most peripheral part of my many plans. That bone dragon is barely worthy of being my subordinate. My soul is just an avatar! And you, on the other hand, are risking your life just for my avatar!"

The corpse disaster without any entity kept roaring.

"So, what hurt you most when you saw me do that was actually the things you couldn't say back before?"

"Damn it, you're just there. What are you doing!"

He was about to scold Ritas for the corpse disaster, but his voice suddenly rose in surprise.

I saw that Ritas's body began to dry up and turn black quickly.

Undead transformation!

This scene was all too familiar to Corpse Disaster. Therefore, his surprise came from his inability to understand Ritas's actions.

"Why? Don't you want to make a contract with me? I will satisfy you now, but it is me who makes the contract with you."

The black gas-like thing that emerged from Ritas's body outlined a simple human figure in the nothingness in mid-air.

"How can it be!"

"Why not? It seems that since no one has ever challenged you in necromancy, you haven't done much to refine, improve, or conceal your magic. Therefore, your contract magic is incredibly easy to break."

Ritas's hand, which was also wrapped in black energy, grabbed the locked soul of the corpse.

The corpse disaster, obviously aware of the impending disaster, no longer bothered to argue with Ritas and slowly dispersed his soul clone.

However, things have come to this point.
"Where can you escape to?"

Ritas collapsed completely without making any attempt to stop it.

Because there is no need anymore.

As long as the corpse disaster is identified, someone will come to solve the problem.

three days later.

Somewhere on the mainland.

In the basement of a small town that has completely turned into a land of the dead, a figure covered in dirty bandages presses his temples in panic.

The temples that had been pressed to the point of being broken and the eyeballs that were so bloodshot that they were about to burst all showed the figure's impatience and hysteria.

"Can't you just cancel it? 'Spiritual Disaster'!"

"Hahaha. What are you rushing for?"

The bandaged man, also known as the "spiritual disaster" in the "corpse disaster" roar, is a doll with a female appearance.

The puppets are dressed in strange clothes, a mixture of many styles. And this style is not limited to regions and countries, but also new and old.

"It's because you've been relying on your weird magic, thinking that as long as you use soul attachment and clones, you can do anything without danger. That's why you're screaming like this right now."

"You can say whatever you want! Do something!"

The corpse roared anxiously again.

"Is it really that urgent?"

Obviously knowing how arrogant the Corpse Disaster usually was, the Spirit Disaster was stunned for a moment and then said,

"Isn't this just a slightly modified version of your soul contract? Besides, it doesn't seem to have any binding force on you, and you're the beneficiary. At worst, if you leave it alone for a few days, it'll fall apart."

"I have no idea."

The corpse disaster began to frantically grab the bandage wrapped around his head.

He really didn't know what Ritas meant, but whenever the black air entangled him, he felt like the end of the world was approaching.

Just when the Corpse Disaster was about to urge him again, the Spirit Disaster, who was more knowledgeable about the soul than him,
Suddenly, without any warning, a dark space crack appeared in the air above where the two of them were.

A white-haired elf in a gorgeous round skirt walked out gracefully from the space crack.

"It seems this is the right place."

The moment the white-haired elf appeared, the corpse disaster and the spiritual disaster became stiff as if they were frogs being stared at by a snake.

"But even a beloved disciple can make mistakes sometimes. Like the 'Five Disasters' or something like that."

The Elf Mage raised his hand slightly, and the space around him began to distort. The corpse and spirit disasters that were trying to escape were pulled back to their original positions as if they had been reversed in time.

"To be more precise, it should be 'Three Disasters'."

On that day, the tree witch Levis once again put the regional map of a place into an embarrassing situation where it had to be updated.

(End of this chapter)