Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The conference room, which should have been neat and orderly, was now chaotic. Many of the teachers, with wide eyes, were staring at the magic fluorescent screen hanging high in the center and had stood up, clutching the tables!

"...?"

In the spacious conference room, discussions filled with shock and confusion suddenly echoed.

Unless one knows the No Chanting Technique.

Otherwise.

This [Friendly Communication] card could disgust all traditional magicians!

Due to the convenience and flexibility brought by the Magic Cards, even if the modern mages learn spells to expand their skill set, they seldom bother to practice the No Chanting Technique.

"Did the Magic Engineering College start a new research project without our knowledge...?"

Even Vice Dean Ron, who had been holding his pen without uttering a word, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.

He knew.

In the future, "No Chanting Casting" will be made a compulsory course in the Sage Academy.

This nauseating card will spread like a virus, starting from the first appearing Ichrite Academy, gradually extending to the entire Royal Capital, the whole Hutton Kingdom, and even to the South Continent and the world...

But its creator is still unknown.

Often, there are Cardmakers with inexplicable talents who do not realize the disruptive nature of the cards they create until they have been in the market for quite some time before their true identities could be traced.

It seems that after the exam.

No matter if Lanci passes or not.

Someone will approach Lanci to investigate the origin of this [Friendly Communication] card.

Or, directly obtain this [Friendly Communication] card from him, reverse engineer the embedded poison magic, and then try to replicate its casting principle at the fastest speed!

"It's unlikely that he made it himself, right...?"

Vice Dean Ron rubbed his temples.

Although there are students in the Sage Academy who know how to make Magic Cards, primarily, it is the students of the Magic Engineering College who specialize in cardmaking.

A Cardmaker who can create a card like [Friendly Communication] would be quite an explosive existence even in the cardmaking world.

It seems now.

Instead of letting Lanci, who holds the clue to the "magic cardmaker", leave, it would be better if he could join the Sage Academy.

Because with Dean Loren there, no one would dare to mess with Lanci.

And if [Friendly Communication] quickly circulated to the market in large quantities, it would undoubtedly be very troublesome for the Sage Academy.

Who is this newcomer who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

Vice Dean Ron couldn't help but flip through the files in his hand with confusion.

The blank curriculum vitae seemed more and more bizarre the more he looked.

If the previous round of testing was just a coincidence.

Then this was the second time Lanci had pulled the rug from under them.

And he hasn't even demonstrated his professional abilities as a White Magician yet.

The whole person's system was still a mystery.

The data showed.

Lanci himself didn't master any spells, and his profession as a White Magician was certified by the Magic Tower.

Then in his possession, the majority of the cards would be healing spell cards.

A Functional Spell like [Friendly Communication] shouldn't exceed two or three.

But what Ron couldn't understand was—

Given Lanci's low magic power, what was the thought process behind carrying such a high proportion of healing cards?

Every person's soul has a limit to the number of Magic Cards it can carry.

The higher the rank of the Magic Card bound to the soul, the more it occupies the soul space.

For example, Lanci is at the second-order. He can only soul bind Magic Cards with a total [Tier] of 20.

And he can only bind up to Second-order Magic Cards.

If he later reaches the third-order, he can bind Magic Cards with a total [Tier] of up to 30, and he can also bind Third-order Magic Cards.

On the other hand.

If Lanci at the second-order binds all Second-order Magic Cards, he will reach the carrying limit with only 10 cards.

But if he binds some first-order Magic Cards, then he can bind more cards.

The [Tier] of Magic Cards can to some extent be seen as the "cost."

Low-order Magic Cards can be seen as having "less cost".

So, some of the high-quality, versatile low-order Magic Cards won't be phased out even when one has advanced to a higher level.

At this moment, Vice Dean Ron pondered.

Contrarily, if Lanci was fully equipped with targeted functional spells like [Friendly Communication], leveraging Lanci's strong Mana from his high spirit and sustained casting ability, he might indeed be an effective pure auxiliary.

"Even if Lanci demonstrates an unexpected effect, the real challenge is yet to come."

"The gap in levels is too large."

The educators in the room began to focus more on the battle.

In their eyes, a duel that was previously thought to be a sure thing suddenly had a glimmer of hope, which naturally brought a hint of anticipation.

However, they also understood deeply, the fundamental attribute difference between a fifth-order and a second or third-order was like a chasm.

Firat could easily kill two low-health characters, Lanci and Hyperion, with just fists and standard attack magic, let alone that Firat also had a few small instantaneous spells available. Conversely, the two students would find it difficult to inflict effective damage on Firat.

The situation had merely improved from 10-0 to 9-1.

...

On the Magic Fluorescent Screen.

The battle on the Elvin Plains was still going on.

While Firat was taken aback, he recognized the anomaly of casting without chanting.

With this thought, a sudden chill crept up Firat's spine.

He immediately realized the danger.

As if something swooshed through the air.

The sudden appearance of a figure, whose image had already lunged at Firat's chest and heart viciously before fully materializing!

The attacking Hyperion was very close to Firat.

The dagger in her hand would have pierced Firat's heart, it was barely a hair's breadth away.

Moreover, the curiously shaped dagger in the shape of a scorpion's tail glowed eerily, obviously coated with deadly poison.

Roll!!

Firat wanted to yell in anger but could only make strange noises, meanwhile, a hot crimson energy circle burst forth from his body!

Even without his chant-casting, he could still use his low-order, small-scale instantaneous spells!

This circle of light spread from his body and vanished in a flash. Hyperion, who had appeared out of nowhere, was flung far off by the force of it.

"Huff, huff."

Wounded, Hyperion quickly rose to her feet.

Aside from a few burn marks, she was mostly unhurt.

The previous Hyperion, who had been by Lanci's side, dispersed like a bubble. It was just her false identity left after using invisibility magic.

"Bastard, you managed to dodge it."

Hyperion muttered in a low, gloomy voice.

In midair.

A fresh cut appeared on Firat's cheek, blood beginning to trickle down, dripping.

Earlier in that split moment, realizing she wouldn't be able to stab Firat's heart, Hyperion forcefully flung her scorpion-tail dagger as if it were a projectile, aiming for his head!

Firat, with his abundant battle experience and quick reactions, instinctively turned his head, avoiding the blow.

He still couldn't completely dodge her surprise attack at such close range.

Pain spread from the wound on Firat's cheek, causing the veins on his forehead to throb.

Clearly, just a scratch and he had been poisoned, and the wound wouldn't heal, despite Firat having applied a delayed healing state on himself before the battle began.

As Firat was currently under Lanci's silencing spell, he was unable to cast purification magic to relieve himself of the adverse conditions.

Bearing the raising hell in his throat-like pain, he had no choice but to rely on his fifth-order resistance to outlast the period of poisoning!

Even though Hyperion's third-order toxin on her dagger could hardly pose any real threat to Firat at the fifth order.

However, Firat was already starting to feel rage boiling within him!

Those two weak newcomers on the ground didn't actually have any meaningful teamwork.

But they were both tricky little devils.

One who could poison, bleed, and go invisible making it hard to find her on the map.

The other one, who could seal spells, God knows what else tricks he had up his sleeves.

It was as if these two despicable individuals were paired together only because they had been punished by heaven!