My Muscles Adapt 10,000 Times Faster

Chapter 44: Death? Nah, I'd adapt!

The Head Guardian students had come up one by one.

To them, Magus Dapne's actions now were illogical.

Tron was just an insignificant student, while they  were the Guardians students, and their status was higher than Tron's by hundreds of times. If Magus Dapne would offend them on Tron's behalf, that was beyond foolish.

After all, they were the main cornerstone of the academy's next generation.

Of course, even Tron himself felt that she had no need to make enemies of these people on his behalf.

But Magus Dapne said, "I've already informed the  Archeon Mage and he will arrive shortly."

These words stunned everybody! Many of the initiates had never seen the Dean after all this time.

Today, for Tron's troubles, Magus Dapne had actually invited the Archeon Mage down!

"Arch Magus!"

This still caused Valtor to clench his fist. Although his countenance did not show it, in his heart, his anger raged like a fire that would evaporate rivers and seas.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light descended from the skies, piercing through the clouds. It was a black-haired middle-aged man.

"It's him!"

Tron immediately recognized him.

"Greetings Arch Magus!"

Immediately, everyone curtsied, Magus Dapne included. Tron had also bowed to him, and he did so now as well.

"I know and understand all that transpired today." The Arch Magus's voice echoed in the space.

"I ask the Arch Magus to give me permission to let me handle Tron. He killed five people in a row and violated the academy's rules!" Valtor said composedly.

Everyone looked respectfully towards this Arch Mage.

The Dean was unperturbed by Valtor, saying, "Situ Jin's group of four murdered a 45-year-old servant who was helpless with no. Will to fight out if spite. They had already lost the bearing of a mage. They were unfit to be students in the Heavenly Sword academy. Their deaths are not regretted.

To be a magus is to search for the true meaning of the world, kill demons,  gain power to walk the void and conquer multiple universes, not just so you could abuse those power for little gains.

These words swept through everyone like wind and lightning. Everybody could hear it! This was the voice of the Dean!

Nobody held him in disregard.

As an Arch Magus, he had his own aura. With these words, nobody dared to object. And nobody could object.

Valtor had not thought that such a judgement would be passed. He was stunned. All the academy Protector's students were stunned.

But thinking this through carefully, the Arch Magus's logic was infallible. Mages killing people instead of demons - on what basis could they qualify as mages.

"No!"

Valtor knew that if this continued, he would have no hold on Tron.

But his voice of objection stuck in his throat and was not voiced.

Under the Arch Magus suppression, all he could do was kneel on the floor. He could only shake.

"Tron, you killed five students in succession. Although these five were in the wrong, your methods were overboard. You won't attend lectures nor would you receive resources, meditation techniques or spells for half a year. Reflect and correct your behavior." The Dean's voice again echoed. Again, he shook them to the heart.

This was the Dean's judgement.

Valtor was not satisfied.

He was going crazy!

But he had been suppressed and could not dissent.

In this instant, Tron was stunned. Although he wasn't killed, the punishment was too severe. Without guidance, or resources he would never be able to become a mage in half a year and by that time he might have been killed during the monthly examinations.

Tron didn't know if he should say thank you or not. Even though he didn't really require resources, the Arch magus didn't know that.

"Arch Magus, Tron has committed murder. How can his sentence be so light..." Valtor fought the pressure of his power and bit out those words.

The Arch Magus looked at him and only said. "When you have the strength to, you can disobey me. For now, you're simply too weak."

Every word that The Dean voiced cut deep into Valtor's heart like sword wounds. Valtor had held himself highly. But at this moment, he understood how terrifying the Arch Magus truly was. He was definitely one of those who would destroy his own people with just a look.

"Valtor, there will be chances in the future. We can't kill him in the open." The elite students quietly said to Valtor.

"I understand!"

Right now, it was impossible for him to take on the Arch Magus here. Besides, the Head Guardian was not here, and there was no one to back him up. To say more at this time would be asking for trouble.

Half a kilometer away from the servant's manor, Tron sat at the edge of a very tall hill. Beside him was a grave made with expensive wood and flowers.

Tron downed a bottle of alcohol and instinctively exhaled to relief his throat from the burns as he gazed into the three triangular shaped half moons reflecting rays of silvery moon light to the earth.

Tron sighed, his pure eyes sparkling a silvery glow. He wouldn't lie to himself and say he didn't care for Sethra. She had been the only person in the entire academy to care for him, and the stunned look on her face when he actually passed the examination made heart pound making him want to see more of those smiles.

Even in his past life, neither his girlfriend nor his parent ever gzed at him in such a way. But now that it had been taken away from him, Tron's heart ached in a blinding rage.

Standing up wobbly, his glassy eyes suddenly cleared as the alcohol was starting to fade with his cells adapting and breaking down the alcohol at a rapid pace.

Throwing the empty bottle of alcohol off the cliff, he waited seventeen seconds before his ears flickered as he heard the sound of glass shattering.

With another sigh, he grabbed the old shovel, stabbed into the heap of sand and then began burying Sethra.

...

The next morning, Tron sat cross legged on the floor. Megaton laid directly on his laps, the weight pressing his body to the ground. However, Tron seemed to have gotten used to the pain as his laps stretched flat down to the ground.

His eyes suddenly lost focus. His gaze staring to space as he checked his notification.

[Sub Quest (1): Kill 7-star Acolyte Mage, Xavier] (Completed!)

[Do you want to receive your reward now? Y/N?]

Tron's eyes ligtened up. He could finally accept the reward for killing Xavier. This would make him a bit happy at least.

Without hesitation, Tron immediately replied yes.

Suddenly, the space above literally tore apart like a piece of linen as reality morphed.

Even after seeing it for a second time, Tron couldn't help but be mesmerised by the destructive energy of death looming off the portal as though if he got close, he was going to die a grevious death.

In that instant, something fell of the spatial tear and landed in his lap as the tear closed like a blinkkmg eye lid and the t red er repaired as though it had never been there.

Tron removed his gaze from the air and then grabbed the object that had fallen to the ground.

[Name: Blood Blade]

[Type: Runic spell]

[Grade: 2nd level spell (forbidden)]

[Description: In ancient times, when magic was still in its infancy, powerful mages known as Rune Warlocks would engrave spells directly into their skin. These intricate markings, known as runes, allowed for a unique and potent form of magic. Wind Blade is one such spell, etched into the user's body and fueled by their mana. With mere intention, the user can activate this spell, unlocking its fury.]

[Remark: Not worth it. The pain stabs deep into the body as though the soul is being ripped apart. Without mana shielding the body, one could die. In addition, there's only a ten percent chance of successful inscription.]

Tron glanced at the description with furrowed brows. If what the remark stated was true, then inscribing the spell on his body was really not really worth it.

However, that was if he was actually able to use his Arcana cortex. But, there was no way for him to actively activate and control his mana with his Arcana Cortex destroyed.

Along with the punishment of half a year without resources or lectures nor spells, he was doom to die at the hand of Valtor. Although the Arch Mage had helped him resolve the issue, the issue wasn't at all resolved, just delayed.

Valtor couldn't kill him out in the open within the academy's gate, but he could do it in the dark. He might not even do it himself and send someone else to do it, to remove suspicion from himself. Which simply meant that Tron had little to no time and would need to go all out to survive the upcoming disaster.

This involves taking every opportunity presented to him.

As for the pain that was as powerful as his soul being ripped apart, leading to his death, Tron's eyes hardened.

"Death? I'd adapt."

[Side Quest (1): Kill 8-star Acolyte Mage, Xietien](Completed)

[Do you want to receive your reward now? Y/N?]