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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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‘This was clearly just meant to be a magic competition.’
He was feeling a killing intent that shouldn’t have been felt in a magic competition.
Who would have thought he’d experience a sensation that he usually felt when fighting in the demon realm – in a place like this?
‘Magicians really did have such strong pride.’
Was it that unpleasant to see the failing class trying to climb up?
Was it impossible not to be so enraged at the provocation against one’s authority?
It was a powerful explosion.
And a reckless one.
It was such an uncontrolled explosion that it could potentially attack everyone present.
However, despite that, Adrian couldn’t help but remain calm.
‘Of course.’
This was a form with an acceleration magic circle vaguely added.
Magic worked by drawing the formula that becomes its framework to determine the category,
and then adjusting the details by flowing mana into the circuit of the formula.
And after adjusting all of that, the moment an acceleration magic circle was added, the magic would spring out in the blink of an eye.
However, this explosion only appeared to be accelerated, but it wasn’t accelerated at all.
It was commonly referred to as “thunderflash”.
If students were to learn and imitate this, they would only grow to be capable of firing off thunderflashes.
“First, the accelerated part was wrong.”
Adrian slowly moved his hand.
The students were now holding their breath, observing the whereabouts of the failing class professor.
They soon realized that the formula emerging from Adrian’s fingertips was identical to the one Rachel had drawn.
‘At this point?’
He started engraving a formula with the same technique as Rachel’s at this point of the match?
Even just replicating it exactly would be impressive, but wouldn’t something like this solve nothing in the current situation?
But he remained calm.
“It’s not simply about accelerating the detonation, but accelerating the process of eliminating unnecessary circuits.”
His question was simply, ‘Has the bomb exploded in its optimal state?’
Even if the detonation time was accelerated to the extreme, if the bomb itself was defective, wouldn’t it still be labeled as ‘defective’ in the end?
So, the explosion formula itself needed to be refined, and the process of refining it needed to be accelerated.
Eventually, a single formula completed by Adrian emerged, drawing clearer lines than Rachel’s.
It felt as if a flower that wasn’t there before had suddenly appeared in the garden Rachel had carefully tended.
One.
Two.
Rachel’s garden was being covered.
The formula created by Adrian interlocked precisely with Rachel’s formula like bricks fitting together, filling in the empty gaps.
Soon, Adrian’s formulas were overlaid on Rachel’s formula like snow piling on flowers.
Everyone watching lost their senses.
This all happened in just 1.5 seconds.
It felt like time had stopped.
Rachel’s formula was about to explode, and because it wouldn’t even take a few seconds until that explosive moment, everyone had panicked and screamed.
Adrian, as if swimming alone in frozen time, had overlaid his own formula.
He didn’t forget to write down the principle on the blackboard beside him.
When the stopped time finally began to flow again.
Boom—!
Bang—! Bang—!
As the explosion set off another explosion, a fireworks display so beautiful it hurt the eyes began.
Bang—!
Bang—!
‘What… is this?’
Even Rachel watched in a daze, as her explosion was completely offset by another explosion.
She had fully observed Adrian creating the first formula.
It was the same as Rachel’s, yet not entirely the same.
The lines were a bit darker, with finer lines boldly omitted…
Whatever its quality, it was very subtle.
After all, the explosion formulas Rachel had created were numerous enough to cover the entire arena.
But his formula spread quickly, like ink seeping into paper.
Boom—!
One. Two.
Rachel’s magic circles were completely offset.
‘Art…?’
Explosions were always followed by injuries.
That’s how bold and dangerous explosions were.
However, she blankly watched as an explosion akin to art unfolded before her eyes.
Her own explosion, which had been infinitely ruthless and violent, was transformed into art and displayed.
By the hands of Adrian, the failing class professor whom she had despised and looked down upon more than anyone else.
“What, what is this! What on earth is this!”
She shook her head vigorously.
It was common sense that an explosion could offset an explosion.
She could understand that much.
But how could a formula drawn belatedly explode at the same time as her formula?
How could it create such a beautiful scene?
Even Rachel, who had pursued the explosion category her entire life, couldn’t do this.
Hatred welled up, completely negating the life she had lived until now.
‘My acceleration was surely the best, and the angle of the formulas offsetting the explosion…’
This meant he had perfectly calculated the explosion angles of all the formulas Rachel had chaotically embroidered.
It would have been amazing enough if he had just finished the calculations before dying.
But not only did he calculate, he even offset them.
How on earth…
Boom—!
It was beautiful.
Whoosh—! Pop—!
It painted the sky.
By this point, Rachel herself had become the teaching material.
The formula she had tried to show with all her might had already been taken over by Adrian, and Adrian was boldly displaying his lecture in front of everyone.
And so beautifully at that.
“No… this can’t be…”
Rachel’s pupils shook greatly.
She had been more confident than anyone else when it came to the explosion category.
So, even if Principal Violet had done something like this, it would have hurt her pride.
But Adrian.
Why was Adrian giving Rachel such a spectacle!
“Not yet…”
Bang—!
It was offset.
Bang—!
It was sublimated into something else.
Bang—!
It was taken away.
Her confidence as a professor who had been providing much better education than the failing class also crumbled.
“It’s not over yet!”
Rachel’s eyes bulged as she deployed her formula once again.
This time, it wasn’t a formula competing in quantity.
It was a single, massive magic circle that was large enough to cover half the arena.
Yes, if she couldn’t compete in speed, she just had to show the essence of explosion.
This was an insult to her explosion.
Adrian was daring to insult Rachel’s explosions.
So, a single explosion with the strongest destructive power, without caring about speed at all.
She would crush Adrian with that explosion.
Instead of refining the fine lines, she made them thicker.
She dramatically increased the amount of mana entering the circuit.
“What a foolish act.”
Adrian muttered softly.
Rachel, you completely misunderstand the formula of explosion.
Explosions are flashy and violent, but you must never be captivated by these elements.
The very idea of showing power by exploding the formula drawn in the magic circle was naive.
Magicians must have intuition, but they are also beings who can easily fall into such misconceptions.
An explosion that occurs as the formula collapses.
Of course, it would be powerful.
It was similar to how a falling tree makes quite a loud impact.
However, when the formula, which is the foundation of magic, collapsed like a falling tree, what remained afterwards?
What can be done without roots?
Regardless of the category, a true formula doesn’t erase its existence after a single ignition.
It’s not something that sacrifices itself to produce results.
It steadfastly preserves itself, only to bloom into something incomparable.
“If you are magicians, watch closely.”
You must not be dazzled by the surface of the magic you should be handling.
If you must be dazzled, it should be towards the formula.
Pursue sublimity, not violence and flashiness.
That is the path you should follow, and must follow.
Become excellent magicians and lead this world to a happy ending.
Adrian slowly raised his hand over Rachel’s formula.
“What… what’s happening?!”
Rachel’s eyes widened.
It was the formula she had drawn, but as soon as Adrian placed his hand on it, it emitted an even deeper red light.
The formula had already recognized Adrian, not Rachel, as its master.
One by one, he boldly shook off the strokes that Rachel had recklessly added.
How massive would a magic circle that covered half the arena be?
The students could clearly see the strokes being added and subtracted from this magic circle.
“Huh…?”
“Wow…”
It possessed a strange beauty different from an explosion.
It was silent, making no sound, yet sufficiently dazzling.
He removed the excessive magical power placed on the mana circuit.
Life began to flow into the formula.
He refined the excessively drawn lines.
The ellipse of the formula finally approached a perfect circle.
Everyone was captivated by it, their mouths agape.
Even just watching a dusty room being cleaned was satisfying, so how could the sight of an already perfect formula becoming even more perfect not be beautiful?
Because they too were magicians.
“I told you. It’s easy.”
At last, Adrian’s formula emitted light.
There stood the explosion that magicians had so longed for.
A pleasant noise and moderately dazzling brightness, an explosion like a novel that causes no one’s sacrifice.
Or an explosion as hazy as a season.
The kind of wistful explosion that, when it’s ended, it would be remembered as ‘that was really nice’.
“It’s beautiful…”
Violet inadvertently murmured.
The fragment of romance she had pursued when she was walking the path of magic in her prime was unfolding right before her eyes.
Tears seemed about to form in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up.
The watching students were the same.
At some point, they all wore ecstatic expressions and were smiling.
“Explosion.”
The moment the man muttered that, the formula shone brighter than anything else, filling the arena.
It was a strange thing.
It was the largest explosion of all, yet the quietest of all.
For a moment, it seemed as if the concept of sound had been erased from this world.
‘Ex…plosion… he says…’
Rachel blankly stared at it approaching her.
Explosion.
It was the word she had pursued all her life, but the explosion that flowed from his mouth now seemed like a completely new word she had never heard before.
She felt the difference in dimensions.
She felt the difference in class.
This was a true magician’s explosion, something Rachel could never dare to challenge, something that could never be explained by the name of the failing class.
Soon she was engulfed.
It was such a gentle engulfment that it brought tears to her eyes.
Her body was shot towards the edge of the arena like scattering autumn leaves.
‘What… is this…’
How did he do it?
What have I been doing all this time?
What was the formula I drew?
Is this what a true explosion is?
‘It’s impossibly…’
No answer came.
She probably would never hear one.
‘Beautiful…’
Even as Rachel thought this, the explosion gently pushed her away.
Finally, at the moment her body slammed into the arena wall.
At that moment, the winner and loser were decided.
At that moment, the fates of the two classes diverged.
“Wooooaaaaahhh!!!!!!!”
The concept of sound was born in the world.
Cheers began to explode from everyone’s mouths.
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[I was really into this chapter, the author took out his A-game when he described these explosions, Hopefully we got more of this in the future (I’ll also be fine with sexy time)]
yeah that was beautiful (i was listening to pride while reading this)