Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead
Chapter 42: Unexpected Turn

Chapter 42: Unexpected Turn

"Radiant Sword!"

A blade of pure light formed over my arm. In a heartbeat, I launched myself forward.

To Riven, I was no longer a person — just a streak of light flashing across the shadows. Enemy to enemy, I moved faster than his eyes could follow.

Five monsters were erased in a blink.

I slashed again, wiping blood from my face, and glanced around.

The air was getting darker.

It wasn’t just twilight — something was saturating the forest.

A creeping gloom.

Were they doing this? Or had we stepped into their hidden domain?

From the bushes, more monsters emerged. In the distance, the worm-like one screamed louder than before.

And the rest grew even more aggressive.

"Riven, we need to run!"

"W-where to?!"

We sprinted through the thickening fog. Shadows swallowed the trail. The world closed in like a mouth.

But then — silence.

Too silent.

We paused.

Looked around.

Not a single footstep.

Something rustled—I swung instinctively.

A monster leapt—only to be sliced clean in half midair.

Riven, trembling, summoned his Arcane Wheel. The spheres spun, pulsing with heat, ready to obliterate the next creature that dared appear.

Rustle.

A beast leapt from a tree, head twitching unnaturally.

BOOM!

A sphere caught it mid-flight. The thing exploded in ash.

"W-where are they coming from? Atheron... do you know what these things are?!"

"...If I did, we wouldn’t be stuck here. Damn it, we’ve got no cover."

We were surrounded.

Through the fog, the echoes of footsteps circled us. Everywhere at once.

There was only one thing left to do — fight.

And then—

a tide of monsters charged, their shrieks piercing the dark.

I bathed my arms in light and dove into the melee, striking down anything that lunged.

CRACK!

Riven fired a beam from his hands — pure mana channeled from his spheres.

When... will this end?!

"Well well."

A new voice rang out — calm, dry... familiar.

The mist shattered like glass. And in the clearing stood Dean Hellmaine. Even the monsters froze, eyes locked on him.

"Shame on you," he said coolly, "ambushing students beneath the moonlight."

His aura alone bent the air around him.

"Atheron, Riven — well done holding them off."

"P-professor Dean..."

"You’ve done more than expected. You can go now — leave the rest to me."

The monsters didn’t hesitate. They forgot about us, and swarmed him. Do they... only attack the strongest?

"You know what these things are?!" I called out.

"The creatures you see... are known as Primordial Sins."

Dean moved like lightning. He didn’t block. He flowed. Each punch collapsed monsters into dust. His body danced — effortless, surgical.

"I’ve never seen them in person," he said. "But I did tell you about them, didn’t I, Atheron?"

"They don’t stop coming," I said. "Something is summoning them. And that tall one..."

"The slender figure with smoke for a body," Dean nodded. "I saw it too. Don’t worry. Your task is over. Go home. We’ll handle this tomorrow."

He shifted between strikes — one moment fists, the next, sweeping kicks.

Then he summoned floating spheres overhead. They fired independently, targeting anything that moved.

I was stunned. To him, this wasn’t even a challenge. He wasn’t sweating.

He wasn’t even trying.

Is that how wide the gap is... between us and an archmage?

Riven and I didn’t wait. We ran.

Not a single creature chased us.

Behind us, Dean huffed a quiet laugh. His eyes scanned the shadows — glowing shapes peering back.

The screams of the monsters only grew louder.

"...Where are you all coming from?"

Across the forest, beyond the trees — it stood. That same grotesquely thin being, body trailing smoke, white eyes locked on him.

Dean lifted off the ground, levitating, the soil trembling beneath him.

Stones began to float upward.

Levitation and Gravitational Control — two schools of the Destruction Element. Only a rare few could combine both.

He moved his arms slowly. They burned with swirling violet fire. His gaze, ice-cold, fell upon the monsters.

"Now that my dear students are gone..." he smirked. "...I no longer need to hold back."

A sphere pulsed into his hands. It began to pull in wind, air, even light itself.

"Supreme Magic."

The sphere blazed like a star. It charged.

The entire clearing lit up in white flame.

"Dragon’s Breath."

...

In a flash — the world ruptured.

A laser of raw destruction erupted, so fast the sound came after the explosion.

The blast flattened everything. The ground burned white. Dozens of creatures turned to ash mid-scream.

For hundreds of meters — nothing remained but a crater.

Even from afar, Riven and I saw the glow.

What was that? We didn’t speak.

Because whatever that spell was — neither of us had ever seen anything like it.

I summoned Kagerou and brought Riven home. The brat nearly pissed himself at the sight of the wyvern. I didn’t bother reassuring him—let him stew in it.

Before long, I returned to the estate.

The guards opened the gates without question, and the maids welcomed me in silence. I walked past them and collapsed onto my bed.

My head was burning.

I stared at the ceiling.

"Original Sins, huh...? Creatures so disturbing they make you question reality.

But were they even real...? Or was it all... a vision?"

They appeared out of nowhere. In one of the most secure places in the country.

And Dean... he knew something. The Academy is definitely hiding things.

If I dig too deep, this could end badly. Damn it. Why does it always have to be me?

The next morning, a carriage arrived at our palace.

"Sir Darius has returned from his treatment!" one of the nurses announced.

Darius il Ataraxia, head of the family. An old man, eighty years strong, held together by medicine and sheer will. He had spent the past month in a private sanatorium.

We welcomed him like royalty. Though he always wore that same sour expression, the family respected him. He nodded once in acknowledgment — his way of showing affection.

When Lirael and I arrived at the Academy, we were greeted with a surprise:

First class, canceled. An emergency faculty meeting. At the Crystal Chamber.

Inside the chamber, a shard of the Almighty Crystal hovered mid-air, glowing softly.

Dean stood in the center, voice calm but tense:

"Regarding that tall, thin creature... It completely masked its presence. Not even magic could detect it.

And the reason our sensors can’t pick up these monsters is because they have no soul. They are empty. Void of any true energy."

The crystal pulsed. A chorus of female voices echoed through the chamber:

"The Original Sins have begun their first incursion. Their first victims: students Atheron il Ataraxia and Riven il Riverfall. The Academy is hereby ordered to activate Protocol Three. Prepare for a second wave."

Silence fell.

Dean narrowed his eyes. His tone turned sharp:

"Do you even care why they’re attacking? Why aren’t we asking what their goal is?"

The crystal answered:

"That’s what we intend to discover. Unless you have objections to our defenses, Professor Dean Hellmaine?"

Dean chuckled. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper:

"Objections? I think you already knew. You were prepared long before this happened."

He let that hang in the air.

"The question isn’t what happened. It’s why you kept it from us."

Memphis, one of the senior instructors, tapped him on the shoulder and silenced him.

The crystal flared again. Its voice, colder now:

"You challenge every decision we make. You reject our strategies. You show no respect for the Council or the Academy’s leadership.

Dean Hellmaine. You are suspended from teaching—effective immediately."