"Oh, really?"
I smirked. That just gave the perfect excuse to escape this situation... after all, he did ask to see how I fight.
It wouldn’t hurt to just knock him out unconscious for a bit so I can continue doing my own thing.
Not like I had any uses for him for now, he was way too weak, and at this point, completely unimportant to the plot.
"Let show you then."
"Wait, really!?"
Bright’s smile widened as he saw stand up, his muscles tense and excited after already seeing my previous performance back in the tournant.
He couldn’t believe I just really accepted to fight him like this.
"Co at then—!"
CRACK!
A powerful kick to his head knocked him out instantly, the force of the blow alone enough to render him unconscious in a single hit.
Although he was physically stronger than the average student, he was still a mage, so his strength wasn’t anywhere near my level.
[Profaned Healing]
And while I preferred just leaving him like this as payback for being irritating, getting in trouble was definitely not sothing I wanted.
The last thing I wanted was to get expelled, since that would take away all the valuable resources the academy provided .
And more importantly, it also ant I couldn’t continue with my daily academy life along with Evelina.
That was sothing I couldn’t allow.
"Go get so rest, okay...?"
I snickered, leaving Bright on the bed fully healed but still unconscious, making sure he couldn’t bother again for the rest of the day, or week... hopefully.
But sothing tells I’d et him again sooner than later.
SNAP!
[Profaned Step]
I returned to my dorm room without a problem, with enough ti to spare to prepare for the day, but not before testing out my profaned magic again.
Sothing felt... unusual the mont I healed Bright from his injuries.
[Profaned Fireball]
FWOOSH!
A small orb of chaos and divine energy hovered above my palm just like usual, but... compared to before, the two opposing elents seed to synergize better.
Still horrible, I might add, but even a slight improvent was significant considering those two elents shouldn’t even be able to be used together.
"This was... unexpected."
I crushed the fireball with my hand to extinguish it, an interesting idea flashing across my mind.
"Wait... if strengthening light ant I gained a better synergy with profaned, then—"
What happens if I try weakening the other to balance out the two?
I grabbed the sword I had obtained from the emperor’s tomb, brushing my hand against the darkyte inlaid on the crossguard.
[Profaned Binding]
Another special spell from the book, allowing a mage to bind a single chosen weapon, allowing it to be summoned and stored in the user’s shadows.
"And then..."
[Dark Manipulation]
I forced dark magic into the darkyte, purposefully weakening myself by allowing it to siphon my dark magic. It was the complete opposite of what mages usually do with rare gems such as this.
A material with incredible absorption abilities, allowing anyone who obtains one to grow stronger as it continually draws in latent energy from the air and transfers it to its user.
And now I’m using its sa absorption abilities to make myself weaker.
"Co on... this has to work, right!?"
My chaos energy initially beca weaker the mont I obtained divine energy. At first, I thought it was just because both were opposites.
But... what if there was sothing else that contributed to it?
It wasn’t a mystery that I was better at dark magic than light magic; that also ant I was better with chaos magic than divine magic.
So what if... one was just overpowering the other too much, allowing both to beco weaker as a result?
It was certainly an interesting theory...
Supported by the na ’Profaned’ itself.
And while that was my only proof for this theory of mine, it wouldn’t hurt to test it out.
"This works," I muttered, continuing to let my dark magic flow through the darkyte as I use my free hand to test the results.
[Profa— crack —
[Refining]
[Profaned (Sanctified) Attunent]
[Profaned (Sanctified) Fireball]
FWOOSH!
My entire room lit up with violet light, not a mixture of darkness and light, but... violet out of all things.
[Apprentice: Lvl 4]
"H-Holy shit..."
Instead of the usual chaotic recoil or divine backlash, the energy hovered obediently above my palm, compact, dense, and quiet. No screeching mana, no resistance, no competition.
Just plain coexistence between two concepts that shouldn’t even work together.
I stared at it, breath caught.
"Bright Phoenix..." I laughed. "Guess I was too harsh on you after all. Thanks to you, I just gave myself a tool that the novel never even showed before!"
I eagerly dispelled the fireball, storing the bound sword within my shadow, continuously allowing dark magic to flow through the darkyte embedded on it.
"And here I thought obtaining this damn eye was an upgraded downgrade..." I laughed, tapping the solid eye that replaced my real one.
BEEP!
BEEP!
Huh?
I answered the transceiver on my desk, Evelina’s voice coming out from the other side.
"The hell happened!?"
"W-What...?" Her sudden, aggressive tone took aback.
"So of my spies just told you were found being brought to the dical district covered in blood! Explain to this instant!"
I couldn’t tell if she was mad or worried, and while I usually would call this a case of both, for Evelina, it wasn’t sothing I could easily place.
But...
"I’m fine, it was a misunderstanding," I replied.
There were a few seconds of awkward silence after my answer.
"A misunderstanding...?! Y-You—"
"Never mind," She added through the transceiver in a eker tone. "Just... don’t do anything reckless without telling , alright? You’re mine, rember that, don’t go dying without my permission."
BEEP!
The call ended.
"H-Huh...?"
I couldn’t help but start to grin after hearing her ssage, dropping the transceiver on the floor as I tried my absolute best to stop myself from jumping in glee.
’She’s worried about ... she actually decided to talk to if I was okay...’ I began to laugh, creepy even for my standards.
"Phoenix fucking Bright, I think you’re my new best friend..."
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