Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Magic Missile, Construct Complete!
"Ouch!! What the hell is going on??" The boy screamed, clutching his bleeding nose.
"There’s something wrong with this door!!"
The students outside were startled. A few stubborn boys charged forward, trying to push open the rotting wooden door.
No matter how hard they pushed, even using a novice mage’s aura to boost their strength, the door didn’t move an inch.
It felt like it was cast from a single block of Holy Empire Black Obsidian Steel, completely locked in place with the space around it.
"W-what kind of Magic Formation is this?? How come I’ve never seen a circuit like this??"
A top student from the Charm department, wearing thick glasses, pressed his face against the door. He stared at the faint silver geometric patterns glowing on the wood and gasped in disbelief.
"There’s no mana flow!! No element gathering!! This completely breaks the magic laws of the Eldoria continent!!"
The questioning noises outside instantly turned into a dead silence, which then exploded into even more frantic awe.
In just a single breath, Arthur used a trivial little spell to shut everyone up outside.
"Wow..."
Lilian covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes sparkling brightly as she stared at the wooden door glowing with silver light.
"Arthur, did you invent this spell yourself?? It’s so beautiful!!"
"Just a little trick. It works great for keeping thieves out."
Arthur clapped his hands together and walked over to the old desk by the window like nothing had happened.
He pulled out a chair, sat down, and dug into a drawer to find a stack of yellowed parchment and a worn-down quill pen.
The outside chaos was completely shut out by the Arcane Lock, and the room went back to quiet.
"But... aren’t you supposed to deal with all the big shots right now??"
Lilian followed him like a little tail, leaning her chin on the edge of the desk and curiously watching Arthur.
"My dad told me that the top officials from the Holy Empire and the Glacial Empire are already on their way. They might even start a war just to fight over you!!"
"Let them fight."
Arthur dipped his quill into the ink, his eyes now fully focused on the parchment in front of him.
"Compared to all those boring political fights, I’ve got something more important to do right now."
"Something more important??" Lilian tilted her head, looking totally confused.
"Of course, it’s to keep studying magic."
A serious and focused curve touched the corner of Arthur’s lips.
The review he just did in his mind had made him clearly see his current weakness.
Because of this body’s Double-F affinity, he couldn’t absorb the drifting elements in the air like other traditional mages in this world, no matter how hard he tried.
And with only F-tier Mental Power, he couldn’t handle the world-destroying backlash from a 9th-Level Forbidden Spell.
"[Meteor Blast]looks super cool, but it’s just a paper tiger that only works to scare people. I’d only actually use it if I wanted to die."
Arthur calculated in his mind.
"In this dangerous otherworld, if I want to live long and live comfortably, I need a standard way to deal instant death that protects me."
"And it has to have extremely low mana cost."
He quickly scrolled through his massive D&D magic knowledge base in his brain.
Hundreds of spell models glowing in different colors in the 1st-Level category were spinning around in his consciousness.
Finally, Arthur’s eyes locked onto the most classic low-level spell.
[Magic Missile].
No aiming required. 100% hit rate. Pure force-field damage. Ignores armor. Impossible to dodge.
For a mage who believes in "hiding ten kilometers away and shooting arrows from afar," this was simply the perfect foundational magic.
"In this world, the most proud attack method for magic apprentices is the ’Fireball’."
"It flies super slow, and any slightly agile warrior can easily dodge it."
"But if I upgrade[Magic Missile]and combine it with the elemental laws of this world..."
Arthur’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. His quill flew across the parchment with incredible speed.
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The sound of the quill rubbing against the paper echoed in the quiet dorm.
In Arthur’s hand, there was no appearance of the boring circular models usually used by mages on the Eldoria continent.
Instead, there were three inverted triangles nested inside each other, rotating at impossible angles.
Along the edges of the triangles, incredibly complex arcane calculation formulas and mana-routing runes were packed tightly together.
Lilian quietly leaned her chin on her hands by the desk, her eyes glued to Arthur’s focused profile.
Even though she had an active personality, she received the very top-tier magic education in the palace since childhood, possessing A-tier Mana Affinity.
This gave her an extremely sharp perception of magic.
When her gaze fell on the parchment being gradually filled in...
Lilian suddenly felt her breathing quicken.
The three nested triangle models looked like a soul-sucking abyssal vortex.
Just looking at them for a second made Lilian feel like her Mental Power was being drained away, and her head started spinning violently.
"Uh..."
The little princess quickly looked away and shook her head hard, her small face turning pale.
"This is too scary..."
Lilian gasped in her heart.
She had seen a 6th-Level spell model personally drawn by a Grand Archmagus inside her father’s secret vault.
But even that precious treasure was nowhere near as deep or terrifying as the pattern Arthur had just drawn.
That wasn’t knowledge meant for humans; it was geometry from the very source of Truth!!
Seeing Arthur drawing so deeply absorbed, Lilian didn’t want to disturb him, but she really wanted to help.
She spotted a dried-up, cheap ink grinding block in the corner of the desk and her eyes lit up.
The little princess stood on her tiptoes, carefully picked up a cheap mana ink stick next to it, dripped a bit of clear water into the stone block, and started grinding seriously.
Her delicate hands, usually only used to play elven harps and fiddle with magic gems, were now covered in thick black ink stains from grinding for Arthur.
"Oh no!!"
Because she pressed too hard, a drop of black ink splashed out and landed right on Lilian’s cute little nose.
She instinctively tried to wipe it with the back of her hand, but that just smudged a thick black streak across her pale, apple-cheeked face.
She looked exactly like a little cat that had just rolled around in a pile of coal.
Arthur had just finished drawing the last magic rune and let out a long sigh.
He turned his head, spotted Lilian’s funny look, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"What are you doing?? Living the life of a commoner, little kitty??"
Arthur pulled a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over as naturally as breathing.
Lilian only then realized she had dirtied her face. She immediately blushed bright red all the way down her snowy white neck.
She snatched the handkerchief, hands shaking, and roughly wiped her face.
"I... I just wanted to help you!!"
The little princess pouted, feeling a bit wronged, but her eyes were full of that stubborn refusal to give up.
Even though she couldn’t understand what Arthur was drawing, she knew this had to be another great spell that would shock the world.
Suddenly, Lilian dropped the handkerchief, braced her hands hard on the desk, leaned her small face close to Arthur, and shouted with utmost seriousness:
"You can definitely do it, Arthur!!"
This catchphrase, filled with absolute trust and vitality, hit Arthur’s somewhat lazy heart like a ray of sunshine.
Seeing the girl in front of him, face covered in ink but eyes burning with intensity, Arthur’s smile turned incredibly gentle.
"I’ll take those words as good luck."
Arthur’s long fingers tapped lightly on the parchment on the desk.
[Magic Missile (Modified Sniper Version)], Spell Model Constructed Complete!!
Even though he hadn’t tested it in battle yet, he was absolutely sure this thing could easily pierce the skull of a 3rd-Rank beast.
And best of all, it required absolutely no casting time.
The true instant cold arrow.
Just as Arthur was about to close his eyes and simulate the mana circuit in his mind...
BOOM...!!!
A massive, oppressive surge of magical energy landed right above this poor student dorm without a warning.
That power was so domineering that even the sunlight outside seemed to dim for a second.
It was the holy pressure unique to high-level mages!!
"Ahhh!!"
Panic screams erupted from the hallway outside. The students who had been crowding the door scattered like sparrows spotted by a hawk, running down the stairs in terror.
Even through the [Arcane Lock], Arthur could feel the entire wooden building trembling slightly under that pressure.
Lilian’s face went pale in an instant. She instinctively hid behind Arthur, gripping the corner of his clothes so hard her knuckles turned white.
But Arthur just sat there in his chair, steady as a rock. He didn’t even blink.
His deep black eyes calmly stared at the wooden door he had locked.
Click. Click. Click.
Heavy leather boots with a rhythmic, pounding sound echoed down the empty hallway.
Every step he took was accompanied by a scorching heat of fire elements, as if the person was walking on molten lava instead of a wooden floor.
The stranger stopped right outside Arthur’s dorm.
After a brief silence, a deep, stern voice—laced with a hint of suppressed awe—cracked through the door and filled the room.
