A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy

TLed by NolepGuy

Chapter 135

A chaotic incident occurred, but that doesn’t mean the day came to a halt.

Whether Ellie was chosen by Chaos or not, time flows regardless.

So, in the morning, it means I have to get up and head to class.

By now, I’ve grown accustomed to moving around freely on my own, and the Academy has also adapted to my presence.

Above all, the fact that I’ve been staying out of trouble and keeping quiet could be considered my greatest progress.

Sometimes, when my body feels stiff, I just wreak havoc in the Forest of Chaos, and that’s the end of it. Rod personally authorized this.

‘I’m steadily earning money too.’

I decided that I would manage the money myself, not Rize.

After the stock jackpot incident, as soon as they found out the investor was Jane, all suspicions disappeared.

This time, it can be said that I’ve been granted considerable freedom. However, the moment I cause trouble again, all eyes will be on me.

‘Let’s be careful. I need to show that I’ve adapted to civilization.’

The final exam is approaching, and once it’s over, a special event is set to take place.

At that event, key figures from around the world will gather, and there will be plenty of opportunities for political entanglements.

Above all, rumors about me must have spread, so I need to make sure I don’t get caught up in unnecessary disputes.

‘There will definitely be someone looking for a fight.’

That’s a matter for when the time comes. For now, what I need to focus on is the final exam.

They said there wouldn’t be any pointless penalties, so I’m a bit curious. How did they balance it?

The gap between me and the other students is currently quite severe. Even the professors would have a hard time beating me.

Moreover, with Berserk gone and even gaining Rampage, I can defeat Hector while maintaining reason.

‘I’m a little excited.’

These days, interesting things are happening every day. And I’m not even causing any accidents.

If things continue like this, I should be able to progress the story normally. That’s what I thought.

“Alright. Today, we’ll be practicing the Basics of Magic. It might feel a bit late, but since it’s just the basics, I hope you’ll do your best.”

This afternoon’s class is Magic Practice. It’s a time to learn the fundamentals of magic under Godin’s guidance.

According to previous classes, it doesn’t matter whether you learn magic or not. After all, focusing on one thing is the way to excel.

In that sense, it’s not very efficient for warriors to learn magic, but it’s good to learn Basic Magic.

“Learning magic at a basic level isn’t a bad thing. Especially when utilizing terrain features, it’s very useful. For example, setting oil on fire to create a large flame or sending lightning into a puddle to shock a group. Even basic magic has plenty of applications.”

As Godin explained, learning even a little magic greatly expands your options.

Of course, that also requires a sharp mind, but it’s fine. It helps with survival anyway.

“We’ll now separate those who have already learned magic from those who haven’t. Those who have learned magic will work with the teaching assistant over there, while I’ll personally teach the rest.”

At those words, I stepped in front of Godin. Among my group, everyone except Grace was with Godin.

Godin then checked us over with a smiling face and clapped his hands to draw attention.

“None of you here have used magic before, correct?”

“I can use lightning, though.”

Kara spoke up casually. Being a believer of Gulak, she meant she could use lightning.

Godin nodded as if he expected that response and replied.

“That’s not magic; it’s faith. Faith is a power manifested through will. It’s quite different from magic, which is manifested through language.”

“Then which one is better?”

“It’s not a matter of which is better. To put it simply, magic offers diversity, while faith enhances physical ability.”

In simple terms, you can shoot a Lightning Arrow with magic, but it’s difficult to do so with faith.

Rather than a Lightning Arrow, faith manifests as something like emitting lightning from your hand. Like an alien from a certain space war game.

Furthermore, when faith reaches its peak, the sky fills with clouds as it gathers lightning.

If magic creates clouds directly, faith gathers natural clouds instead.

“Anyway, as I’ve explained, magic manifests through language. Like this.”

Godin moved his fingers fluidly, as if writing letters in the void.

He wrote slowly enough for us to follow easily, so we could roughly tell what he was writing.

“Fire.”

Whoosh!

As soon as he said “fire,” flames burst from Godin’s hand, large enough to cover his palm.

Having gone through countless trials and practices involving Fire Magic, I wasn’t particularly impressed.

The same went for others. Most of them were warriors, so their expressions seemed to say they’d just observe.

“This is the simplest magic. Especially Fire Magic and Water Magic, which are the elements humans can use most effectively. These elements are directly tied to survival, so they’re ingrained in us.”

In fact, magic related to fire or water is easy to learn. I could probably use it right away.

Fire is the beginning of civilization, and water is the source of life. That’s why they’re engraved at the genetic level.

“Professor, I have a question.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“You said magic is equivalent to language, but some people create massive Fire Pillars by saying ‘Burn Brightly!’ How does that work?”

It’s magic I often saw during trials and practices. With those words, massive flames would erupt from the ground.

Godin praised it as an excellent question and demonstrated it himself.

“Burn Brightly.”

He clearly said those words, but his hand wrote “Fire Pillar.” The spoken words and the written ones were different.

Whoosh!

But the result was the same. Perhaps because he used the Common Language, it was smaller, but it was still the Fire Pillar I often saw.

Although this alone wasn’t enough, Godin continued to demonstrate.

“Rise Up. Surge Up. Shoot Up. Ignite.”

Whoosh! Whoosh!

He spoke different words each time, but the word he wrote with his hand was always the same.

The results weren’t significantly different either. While the shapes varied slightly, it was natural given the nature of fire.

“As you can see, even if the spoken words differ, the written word ‘Fire Pillar’ remains the same. As I mentioned in the first lesson, there are countless synonyms for words like ‘see.’ As long as you capture the essence of a Fire Pillar, it doesn’t matter what you say. But ‘Burn Brightly’ is the most fitting, which is why it’s commonly used.”

“Oh······”

“Any other questions?”

Of course not. Everyone here preferred moving their bodies over using their heads.

Godin seemed aware of this, as he quickly moved on to the practical training.

Before starting the practice, he handed each of us a Recording Device.

“It’s good to review your own actions each time you fail. Whether your pronunciation was clear or if the word was written incorrectly, and so on. Simply charging ahead recklessly won’t help.”

Even as I listened to his explanation, I was pondering. Which language should I use?

I could use Hangul, or I could use the Common Language of this world.

Since I hadn’t been learning the Common Language for long, it was still difficult either way.

But using Hangul might draw unnecessary suspicion.

‘It won’t matter if I fail.’

After all, the only thing I needed to learn from Godin was Defensive Magic. Once I learned that, I wouldn’t need magic anymore.

I took the Recording Device I had been handed earlier and looked around.

It was to check how others were doing.

“Uh, uh? Why won’t this go out? Go out! I said, go out!”

“Careful. Careful.”

There was a student who managed to ignite their hand but failed to extinguish it.

Extinguishing it is very simple. Just stop channeling mana, and it’s done.

Moreover, magic created with one’s own mana doesn’t harm its caster.

Of course, that doesn’t mean you’re immune to the magic itself; you’ll have to deal with the aftermath yourself.

‘First, the fire······’

I focused mana at the tip of my finger. Honestly, it’s hard to control Red Mana delicately.

Recalling how I had bypassed engraving and condensation before, I knew for me, magic was all about focus.

Perhaps magic might even help improve my concentration. Not that I plan to become a mage.

‘In the Common Language, fire······’

I slowly wrote the word in the void. To prevent accidents, I wrote it very meticulously.

Once the writing was complete, I focused on the tip of my finger and quietly spoke.

“Fire.”

Whoosh!

Fortunately, a small flame lit at the tip of my finger. No, it wasn’t just the tip—it was my entire hand.

I thought it was fine as long as it was just my hand, but then I noticed. The fire had spread beyond my hand, engulfing my entire arm.

‘How far has this spread?’

By the time I was assessing my whole body—

“Ahhh! Th-that!!”

“Huh?”

A startled cry reached my ears. I turned my head with a puzzled expression.

When I turned, a student was staring at me. Their face looked as if they had seen a ghost.

“W-w-w-water! Is there no water?!”

“Hey! Roll around! Hurry up and roll, you idiot!”

Following the other students, Antonio shouted angrily. Only then, upon hearing his shout, did I check my entire body.

I had definitely only lit the tip of my finger on fire… Something was wrong. Why was my entire body engulfed in flames?

Even Ghost Rider only has fire on his head. But here I was, completely wrapped in flames.

“Pour it down!”

Whoosh!

Just as I was trying to figure out what was happening, something poured down over my head.

Judging by the cold sensation, it seemed to be water. Someone had used magic to dump water over my head.

Thanks to that, all the flames on my body disappeared. But now that I was soaking wet, it would be difficult to ignite any more fire.

“Phew… It’s a good thing I prepared in advance. Are you alright?”

The person who poured water over my head was, as expected, Godin. He let out a sigh of relief and asked about my condition.

Shaking off my soaking wet hair roughly, I answered honestly.

“Cold.”

“… …”

Godin was at a loss for words, his expression frozen.

*****

After the Ghost Rider incident with Sivar, Godin began to keep a close eye on him.

Who would have thought it would go beyond just lighting a fire to setting his entire body ablaze? This was completely unexpected.

‘I’ve never heard of such a case before…’

Theoretically, this phenomenon would only be possible if the body itself were made of mana—or if there was a failure in control.

Godin leaned toward the latter. For magic, precise mana control was more important than anything else.

Even if one learned how to adjust their power, fine-tuning it would still feel unfamiliar. That’s probably why this incident occurred.

‘His willingness to learn is commendable… and he’s not exactly unintelligent.’

Godin glanced at Sivar, who was roughly drying himself off and refocusing on his magic.

He had no idea what Sivar was thinking, but the constant fidgeting of his feet was evident.

Although Godin wanted to help, Sivar’s determination to handle it alone seemed strong, so he decided to leave him be.

‘Honestly, it would be easier if he were less clever.’

As seen during the midterm exam, Sivar’s application ability was extraordinary.

Self-destruct attacks and herding tactics using Molotov cocktails—he came up with such ideas even before fully adapting to civilization.

And now, if he learned magic on top of that? There was no telling what kind of unprecedented chaos he might unleash.

Swish—scratch—

‘…Why is he taking off his shoes?’

At that moment, Sivar removed his shoes, leaving himself barefoot. Naturally, Godin found this puzzling.

What on earth was he planning to do this time? Just as Godin was pondering, Sivar began wiggling his toes.

No, it wasn’t just wiggling—he seemed to be writing something. With his big toe, no less.

“…Ara.”

Though softly spoken, the latter part was audible. Godin had opened his ears to catch it.

Bang!!

But the result was beyond imagination. A massive explosion erupted from both of Sivar’s feet.

Following the explosion, faint flames flickered. It seemed he had generated fire pillars from his soles.

“W-what? What now?!”

“Ah! H-hot-hot-hot!!”

“… …”

Once again, Godin was left speechless. This time, his jaw even dropped in shock.

Normally, using magic in close contact causes a massive explosion. It’s a phenomenon that occurs when space is insufficient.

This was common sense, but no one had thought to explain it to Sivar. They had forgotten he was a wildling.

“…Where is he?”

“Could he have exploded?”

“He wouldn’t die from just this, right?”

While Godin was nursing a headache, anxious voices reached his ears. He quickly turned to look where Sivar had been.

As the other students had suggested, Sivar was nowhere to be seen.

Only traces of the explosion—soot—remained etched into the floor.

“Th-there! Isn’t that him?”

“What? Where?”

“Look up! He’s hanging up there!”

Just as Godin felt the instinctive need to start drafting a written apology, a student pointed toward the ceiling and shouted.

The ceiling of the practice room was quite high due to the use of magic.

“…Looks like it. Why is he stuck up there?”

“Not stuck—more like wedged in, maybe?”

“It’s amazing he’s still wriggling after all that.”

And there, on the ceiling, Sivar was literally wedged in. Judging by his wriggling, he seemed to be alright.

Due to the force of the explosion, he had been launched at incredible speed and ended up embedding his head into the ceiling.

It was so absurd that instead of being shocked, everyone was simply amazed. Just when things had been quiet lately, he caused another incident.

Thunk—

“Oh. He’s falling.”

“Everyone, get back!”

Not long after, Sivar, whose head had been stuck in the ceiling, began to fall.

The students hurriedly stepped back to avoid getting hurt. None of them considered catching him.

Thud!

Fortunately, Sivar landed without any issues. His sense of balance seemed remarkably good.

He then casually brushed off the ceiling debris stuck to his head. And then, his eyes met Godin’s.

“… …”

“… …”

“…Sorry.”

“…You’re welcome.”

An apology was enough.

“Mr. Sivar, I will personally teach you magic. That’s enough for today.”

“Okay.”

“Phew…”

Godin let out a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling.

The hole Sivar’s head had punched through left him with a strangely unsettled feeling.

‘Is he even human?’

The thought suddenly crossed his mind.