Chapter 84

**Boom!** The sound of a gong resonated.

At this moment, the *Final Feast* began.

There were ten people in the venue, including me. Everyone started chanting almost simultaneously. They were probably activating their unique magic. And once they finished activating their unique magic, their next move would be to attack me.

This was a battle royale where everyone except me was an enemy. The more enemies you defeated, the higher your evaluation would rise. Therefore, it was inevitable that I, who was considered the weakest, would become the target. Everyone was likely thinking the same thing: to gain the achievement of defeating one person by taking me down first.

So, everyone was aiming at me. Now, how should I counter this? I thought about which of the cards I could use—

**Kaboom!!!** The explosion filled the entire area, blowing everything around away.

In the center of the explosion stood Dimit. He then began to chant and activate his summoning magic. Behind him, a giant wolf enveloped in wind appeared. Its white fur, reflecting the sunlight, gave it a divine appearance.

The explosion that occurred before the chanting was clearly caused by Dimit. And the summoning magic was also undoubtedly his. —He had two unique magics. I suddenly remembered something Dimit had said before. Those two were the magic to cause explosions and the magic to summon magical beasts.

"**—I command you in the name of Dimit! Wind and rain, fierce as a lion. Ravage everything, devour everything. Come forth—Wind Magic Wolf!**"

In the center of the explosion stood Dimit. As he chanted, he activated his summoning magic. Behind him, a giant wolf enveloped in wind appeared. Its white fur, reflecting the sunlight, gave it a divine appearance.

The explosion that occurred before the chanting was clearly caused by Dimit. And the summoning magic was also undoubtedly his. —He had two unique magics. I suddenly remembered something Dimit had said before. Those two were the magic to cause explosions and the magic to summon magical beasts.

"**Woooooohhhhhh!!!**" The audience erupted at the sight of Dimit's overwhelming magic.

"Finish him off!"

"Take down that incompetent student easily!"

Then, the audience began to cheer for Dimit in their own ways. Dimit's lips curled into a smirk at their reactions.

"Norman, let's play, shall we?"

Saying that, Dimit approached me with the Wind Magic Wolf. He was smiling. He must have already thought he had won.

Still, what a coincidence. We were both users of summoning magic. Well, the creatures we summoned were quite different—a demon and a magical beast.

"Sure, Dimit. Let's play."

"Hah! What are you taking this seriously for? Die!"

Saying that, Dimit swung his arm. He was probably trying to cause another explosion.

"**Rank 23, Aim. Rank 41, Fokalor.**"

I didn't intend to do anything complicated. If he was using explosion magic, I would counter with the same. Rank 23 Aim's fire magic and Rank 41 Fokalor's wind magic. Combining the two would elevate it to an explosion magic. However, I decided to incorporate more of Fokalor's power than usual. It might change my appearance a bit, but a little change wouldn't be a problem. As a result, my hair color turned silver like Fokalor's.

Then, I chanted the spell.

"**Inferno Blast!**"

Instantly, a vortex of flames was unleashed. Its power was immense. It easily engulfed Dimit's explosion and silently erased his magical beast. The ground was gouged out, and the surrounding area was scorched by the flames. The venue's floor was half-destroyed, and a large hole opened in the lower part of the spectator stands. I judged that a direct hit would be dangerous, so I aimed to graze Dimit, but even that had a significant impact, and he was blown far away.

"Ughh..."

Dimit crashed into a wall and immediately lost consciousness. The magical beast he summoned also lay unconscious on the ground.

"Huh...?"

"What just happened...?"

"Hey, didn't that student use an incredible magic?"

"Didn't he blow everything away in an instant?"

"I've never seen a magic with such power."

"Is he an incredible magician...?"

The venue was filled with murmurs. It seemed they were struggling to accept the reality before their eyes.

"J-Judging from the inability to fight, the match is over... The winner is Norman."

The referee, looking hesitant, announced the end of the match. I noticed that all the other students, except me, were unconscious.

Hmm, this is what they call overdoing it, isn't it? I didn't expect it to be this powerful.

It was a bit sad that the magic battle I was looking forward to ended so quickly.

"Mr. Norman! You were amazing!!"

Turning around, I saw Clozel waving her hand. Fokalor and Orobas were also there on either side of her.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I waved back slightly. The *Final Feast* ended rather anticlimactically.

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"I... I can't believe it..."

Norman's father, Markus, was stunned by the scene before him. Norman's magic was overwhelmingly powerful. Dimit had no chance against it. In fact, it wasn't even a match. Norman's magic was so powerful and magnificent. Markus had never seen such magic. He even wondered if there was a magician in the country who could match it. He had expelled a talent of such caliber...

"What... What is this...!?"

The one who raised his voice was the Bergman Duke. His anger was directed at Markus.

"You expelled such a great magician! For our territory, he is clearly an important resource! What about the commoner you brought? He was nothing but a wooden puppet who could do nothing!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect this..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses!"

The Bergman Duke's face was red with anger. Despite the presence of many nobles, he didn't care and raised his voice. If this continued, Markus's foolish act would soon spread.

"What are you going to do...?"

The Bergman Duke glared at Markus with bloodshot eyes.

"I will bring my son, Norman, back to our home."

"Is that true?"

"Of course, I will."

"...Very well. If you fail to bring him back, your family will be dissolved."

"Wh-What...?"

The word "dissolved" sent a shock through him. He had to avoid that at all costs. He had to bring Norman back to their home no matter what. Markus made a vow in his heart.

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"Are you kidding me? What the hell is going on!?"

As soon as Dimit regained consciousness, he went into a rage. He clearly remembered what happened just before he fainted. Norman had unleashed a magic of incomparable power, and he had been defeated without a chance to fight back.

"This can't be happening!"

Dimit punched the wall. This shouldn't have happened. He was a genius. He was supposed to be the strongest magician. But why was he in this state...?

"Damn it!"

He punched the wall again.

There was a *click* sound. What was that? He turned around. There was a magic book on the floor. A black-covered magic book titled *Gehenna*.

The room he was in was a waiting room. He had come here to check the match schedule, unable to believe he had lost. The main tournament was about to start, and he was the only one in the waiting room.

*Do you want power?*

A chill ran down his spine. A woman's voice came from the magic book.

"What... What is this...?"

Dimit was startled by the sudden voice.

*There's no need to be afraid. I know your desires.*

It spoke as if it could see through his heart.

*You hate Norman, don't you?*

"Why... Why do you know that...?"

*It's obvious. I know what you're thinking. Come, accept my power. With it, you can defeat the hated Norman.*

Should he really follow what the voice said? Dimit understood. The one speaking was probably a demon. Accepting a demon's power would lead to a path of destruction known as "demonization." But...

"I hate him...!"

He hated Norman, who had so easily shattered his genius.

"Can you really defeat Norman!?"

*Yes, if you accept my power, it's possible.*

"I understand! I'll accept the demon's power!"

*Very well. Then the contract is complete.*

Instantly, intense pain shot through his entire body.

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