NOVEL WEB chapter 108
Chapter 33: Visit (Supplement)
After Melra left, the ward fell silent once more.
Yet Mu En stared blankly at the spot where she had vanished, his eyes wide like a frog seeing a swan fly over a well for the first time.
“What the—”
After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer out those two words.
What did the Big Shot just say her name was?
Meladomir?
Which Mei? Which La? Which Duo? Which Mi? Which Er?
Could it be the ancient origin-level archmage—Meladomir—who is introduced in great detail on the cover page of the introductory textbook on the fundamentals of magic, with a third of the entire book’s theories related to her?
A coincidence?
No, no.
Such a top-tier figure, how could there be a name collision?
So it means…
“This is serious, big shot… not just any big shot.”
Mu En couldn’t help but feel a bit dry in the mouth.
Although it was inferred that it was indeed Teacher Mei who drove back the evil god, Mu En had not seen it with his own eyes, so he couldn’t truly experience the extent of the big shot’s prowess.
He had thought she was just a somewhat impressive Crowned One, relying on the academy’s grand magic device to…
But now it seemed he might have been too young; what reliance on the grand magic device? The grand magic device itself was probably created by her!
Origin-level from a thousand years ago!
What concept is that?
You must know that people in this world are not like those in some immortal cultivation novels, who can casually live for a thousand or ten thousand years.
Before breaking through to the Crowning level and becoming a Crowned One, it is extremely difficult for people in this world to surpass the theoretical lifespan limit of one hundred and twenty years.
Even after becoming a Crowned One, the lifespan is generally around two to three hundred years. As far as Mu En knows, the longest-lived character in the original book is the Pope of the Church of Life.
But even he, with the blessing of the Goddess of Life, is only a bit over four hundred years old.
Not even half of a thousand!
And the origin-level from a thousand years ago doesn’t mean she has only lived for a thousand years; rather, she is the origin-level after a thousand years!
Real age… unknown.
Because there is no introduction about her life before becoming an archmage on the cover page of the textbook.
“Such a big shot, and I was hesitating to become her disciple just now?”
Mu En wished he could travel back to just a few minutes ago and immediately hug Teacher Mei’s thigh.
With such thick legs, as long as he held on, unless the evil god personally came, what could threaten his little life?
What’s a Crowned One under the God of Love compared to this white and tender thigh in my arms?
What if your protagonist has a lot of cheats? What if there’s a lady hidden in the ring? Can they even reach the ankle of this thigh?
Becoming Teacher Mei’s disciple, as long as he didn’t seek death, wouldn’t that mean he could be as reckless as he wanted?
—But that was just a thought.
Because Mu En quickly calmed down, then… a trace of fear involuntarily surfaced.
That road, which even Meladomir was unsure of, was it really the right choice for someone like him, a yellow-haired villain without even the protagonist’s halo, to recklessly step onto?
“But… at this point, I can only keep moving forward.”
Mu En patted his face, invigorating his spirits.
The prophetic dreams from the black book were like a knife constantly approaching his throat, ready to come true at any moment, reaping away his life.
So, he had to struggle.
Before the malice of fate struck again, he must hold tightly to everything he could grasp around him and struggle recklessly!
Even if the direction he struggled toward might lead to true hell.
……
……
“But… who will save me…”
Just two minutes after gathering himself, Mu En couldn’t help but roll around in his blanket, once again letting out a wail akin to a dying salted fish.
Because, no matter how he thought about it.
The request made by Teacher Melara was far too harsh.
One month later, pass the exam for the Introduction to Basic Magic!
In one month, learn what others take a year and a month to master!
This was not something a college student could casually glance at elementary school textbooks and understand.
In terms of magic, he was currently just an elementary school student.
And at most, he could only be considered a first grader, while Teacher Melara wanted him to take the second-grade exam in a month and pass!
It was simply setting him up for failure.
But Mu En also knew that Teacher Melara’s requirements were extremely reasonable.
For profound magic, a fool who scores three points on the Introduction to Basic Magic indeed does not even qualify to enter.
“But it’s still so difficult! Is there any way to gain knowledge without studying, ahhh!” Mu En twisted in a strange position, praying for a miraculous Doraemon to descend from the heavens.
“The corruption of the evil god has indeed affected your mind, Mu En Campbell.”
A cold voice suddenly echoed in the small hospital room.
“Uh.”
Mu En’s wailing immediately stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.
He slowly poked his head out from the blanket, revealing a face that was slightly flushed, and looked at the silver-white figure, awkwardly smiling as he said:
“Sa… Selisia, what brings you here?”
“Is that not okay?”
Celesia still wore the red uniform of the student council, her snow-white skin reflecting a hint of rosy warmth.
She placed the fruit she had brought on the cabinet beside Mu En’s bed, then lifted a strand of silver hair, glancing at Mu En from the corner of her eye:
“Or do you prefer to see the doctor right now?”
“No, no, no, my mind is perfectly fine, absolutely fine.”
Mu En shook his head vigorously, then sat up straight from the covers.
He adjusted his disheveled hospital gown, looking like a beleaguered worker meeting a domineering CEO.
“Is everything alright with the student council? It must be quite busy these days.”
“Not too bad. Although this incident has far-reaching effects, thankfully no students actually died in the turmoil, so all the student council can do is handle some follow-up chores. The real ones in a bind are the professors and the dean.”
Celesia sat down in the chair that had already been occupied by two beautiful women.
“Want an apple?”
Though she asked this, Celesia was already holding an apple and a fruit knife.
So Mu En could only weakly add a “yes.”
“How’s your body feeling?”
“Completely recovered.”
“When will you go back to class?”
“The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow.”
“And your mental state?”
“I’m in a good mood, eating well.”
“…”
Celesia lowered her head to peel the apple, her hands steady, the skin coming off in even, thin strips, like ribbons, cascading gently from her palm.
Once she finished peeling the apple, she placed it in the fruit bowl, then gently pressed the knife into the apple, and Mu En barely caught a glimmer of light as the apple was evenly divided into eight pieces.
Then, she carefully inserted toothpicks into each piece of fruit and presented them to Mu En.
As expected of Celesia, even peeling an apple was done with such elegance.
Mu En couldn’t help but admire her silently, picking up a piece of fruit and placing it in his mouth.
Sweet and delightful.
“By the way, nothing has happened at the academy recently, right?”
He quickly finished a piece and asked.
After being cooped up in the hospital room for several days, the only information he had received from the outside world was the occasional laughter of girls drifting in from outside the window.
The professors and doctors all wore stern expressions, and Mu En felt too shy to ask them about trivial matters.
“Naturally, nothing has happened at the academy. Thanks to timely responses, the invasion of the evil god didn’t cause any actual losses to the academy, and classes have basically resumed.”
Celesia also picked up a piece of apple, taking small bites, her crystalline red lips parting gracefully, her figure elegant.
“But if we’re talking about the hot topic among students…
It would probably be the mysterious disappearance of the blonde beauty that night.”
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PS: On the last day, everyone can cast their remaining tickets; otherwise, it would be such a waste if they expire (not that I want them or anything).