Legend of the Crimson Demon

"You guys, back to your seats. Roll call is coming."

The cloaked teacher walked quickly into the classroom, repeating lines he had said countless times. But when he saw a man hanging upside down from the ceiling—though a senior Crimson Demon—he froze.

"Zunzun, what are you doing?"

"Report to the teacher, I'm practicing. As everyone knows, to use magic, besides spells and postures, you need rapid magic flow. I'm practicing magic flow.

Also, I found that by condensing magic under my feet, I can absorb terrain and cast magic freely anywhere!

Most importantly, it's cool to walk up cliffs in battle!"

"Okay, I allow it."

Whether it made sense or not, as long as it was cool, the teacher gave a green light. And he wasn't wrong — it trains magic flow.

"But next class is magic prop making. Come down quickly."

"Okay!"

Zunzun flipped 360 degrees in the air and landed, standing on tiptoe with open hands, enjoying applause from students.

The first class was magic prop making—specifically, magic potions and props.

This was Zunzun's favorite subject, because it taught how to make skill point potions himself. Unfortunately, the formula was advanced, so he couldn't learn it yet.

The lab was underground—not because of dangerous materials, but because magicians are associated with strange underground experiments.

Students could sit anywhere, but Zunzun always sat in the front row.

The teacher scratched his head and said, "We'll start with making magic props. Making potions and props is a major income source for magicians. It never hurts to learn."

He held up a bottle with a light green liquid—a potion for restoring physical strength.

"Although it's been made many times, basics are important. Today we'll make a simple physical strength potion. Zunzun, distribute the tools and materials."

"Okay."

While distributing, the teacher explained class content and precautions.

Although simple, the potion was interesting. You could add favorite materials on the fixed base; effects changed with proportions, even allowing new formulas.

Zunzun carefully added materials step by step, pondering whether to add mandrake root for changes—

Bang!

An explosion thundered in his ears, his hands shook.

Fortunately, his strong magic control stabilized the semi-finished potion, which he returned to the shelf.

He turned and saw black smoke pouring from the test tube in the little loli's hands—Megumin again.

Her little face was blackened.

Her huge magic power but poor control caused explosions.

For example, Hyoizaburoo, who has too much magic power and poor control, made especially weird magic props. Megumin was the same.

She reminded Zunzun of another little loli magician who always exploded no matter what magic she used—except her hair was pink.

"Oh, I get it! The potion level is too low; I can't use my full strength! Teacher, give me a difficult one!"

The little loli tried to escape reality.

No, no, higher potion levels require more magic stability, not more raw power.

Naturally, the teacher refused.

The unwilling little loli looked at the messy table and tried again.

"I won't believe it—I will succeed! Watch my potion skills! I can kill any enemy with one strike! Hahaha—"

"Wait! What you're making is the simplest physical strength potion—good for the body, not poison! What do you think you can do with one strike?"

Yunyun was scared and tried to stop her.

But how could Yunyun stop such a stubborn girl?

Soon Megumin kept adding materials, and under Zunzun's gaze, little flames burst out.

"Ah! Sparks are flying from Megumin's test tube! Megumin, what are you doing?"

"Hey! Fire's coming to me too! Ah, it's getting bigger! Teacher, teacher—!"

"Flood creation!"

Without a word, the teacher waved his hand, using advanced magic to put out the fire like a flood, flooding the classroom.

The scene was a mess.

Not only were potions and materials destroyed, but the girls were soaked.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"So, so shy!"

"Teacher, get out of here!"

Screams followed as all the girls squatted, hands covering their chests. Even the shy ones hugged their chests, making them look mature.

The teacher shook his head helplessly.

"I didn't expect this. I'm leaving first; I'll clean up later. You all change clothes quickly."

After saying this, he left.

"Ahhh, my potion..."

"It took a lot of effort, but I'm the worst at this subject."

"It's so annoying—we're all wet."

The girls complained, and Zunzun was sad about the ruined potion. If sold, who knew the price?

The commotion's instigator tried to sneak away.

"Megumin, where are you going?"

Kaikai stopped her softly.

Dodonko blocked her, with Saklberry and Sansara also surrounding her, eyes full of resentment.

The little girl swallowed nervously, asking, "Everyone, is there a problem?"

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"Wait, I might be wrong... First, the teacher used magic, not me; second, I followed the recipe exactly, so it's the recipe's fault!"

"...Huh?"

Megumin said confidently. Since it was true, others didn't know whether to blame her. But as she left with her head high, everyone realized she was completely wrong.

"Wait, Megumin!"

The girls chased after her again.

When the teacher returned to the classroom after cleaning, his expression stunned again.

Except Megumin, whose magic was too strong to control, and Yunyun, too ashamed to join, the other ten students, changed into gym uniforms, were all hanging upside down on the ceiling.

"What are you doing?"

"Teacher, to prevent this from happening again, we're practicing magic control."

"You..."

The teacher held his head in pain, then said, "Except Megumin and Yunyun, the rest stand and listen to the lecture!"

"How could it be!"

A wail rose from the classroom.

-End Chapter-

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