I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 87

When they entered class, the teacher in charge was already there waiting for them. He’s wearing the robe of the magic tower.

’Does Gusion know him?’

"Hello class, I am one of the mages from the Magic Tower, Viggo Besturd, Enchanter level, and I’ll be teaching Philosophy of Mana and Aura Ethics," he introduced himself wearing a soft smile.

I was the one who named him but still, I can’t help but laugh as soon as I heard his name.

’Wait...’

I stopped laughing as I try to remember what his role is. I looked back at him again and can’t help but furrow my brows.

".... You’ll be seeing me every Monday from 5 to 7, the course I’ll be teaching you about exploring the art of strategic spell casting, including mana conservation, spell selection, and tactical application of magical abilities."

Viggo Besturd is one heck of a sh!tty bastard. Not only that, he’s easily jealous to someone who’s inferior to him that has more magic power. He only got to his position as an enchanter thanks to his family backing him up. Lastly, this ugly sh!tty bastard is also freaking pervert.

"I don’t like how he’s staring at our fellow female classmates," Christian suddenly whispered next to me.

"You noticed it too?"

"Look, there he goes again," he pointed at basta, I mean at Professor Besturd. He only entertains the female students when they have a question and would look at them with a hint of malicious gaze. Meanwhile, he would scowl at the male students when they try to ask questions from him.

"You’re right, tell the others that they need to be careful of him especially Angela and Whitney," I instructed him as the rest were separated from us.

"How about you?"

"There’s no need to worry about me, I can handle myself."

[Story Update! Viggo Bastard]

I stopped reading the notification and ask the system, ’Hey, is this a typo?’

[Nah, don’t mind it. He’s a sh!tty bastard anyway now continue reading.]

I stifled my laugh at its response, ’You’re petty too sometimes.’

[You want me to show the update or not?]

’Show it already haha.’

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Viggo Bisturd

The first born son of Ashole Besturd

Entered the Magic Tower and promoted as an Enchanter

However, he only had a mediocre magic power compared to the other mages there. In order not to be humiliated and to prevent giving up his inheritance to manage the Besturd fortunes, he decided to become a Professor in Glacial Sphere Academy.

New: Because of his desire to gain more power to kill those who humiliated him, he’s in the verge of becoming a Rogue of one of the demon gods.

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I stared at the screen dumbfoundedly, ’So he’s in the verge of becoming a Rogue? Great, just what we need,’ Why don’t the villains just do nothing, have a vacation and spend their fortune? Don’t they like to just laze around and do nothing?

My head started to ache at the pending accident again.

’Curse this new author.’

"Remember, mana conservation is key in any battle. If you waste your energy on unnecessary spells, you won’t last long in a prolonged fight," Professor Besturd droned on, his tone smug.

As the lecture progressed, Professor Besturd called on students to demonstrate their understanding of mana dynamics. He seemed to delight in making the male students struggle, while praising the female students in a patronizing manner.

"This will be our first step in controlling your magic," as he said that as a white yellowish flame appeared in his palm the size of a golf ball.

"This basic magic is called Solara, it’s basically like a torch but much more convenient when you happen to be trapped or wander in a dark place, It may look simple at first glance, but to wield it skillfully..."

Viggo gave a complicated explanation.

To simplify things a bit, we had to compress magic power and air into a spherical shape that lights up.

"Now, try doing it yourself so that I can see how far our lesson is to teach you."

Remillia watched as Viggo strutted around the classroom, basking in the students’ admiration for his display of magic. The students were struggling to follow his convoluted explanation. His smug expression only fueled her disdain. She glanced at her friends, as expected, they were doing great.

"Remember," Viggo continued, his voice dripping with arrogance, "compress the magic power and air into a sphere. It’s a basic skill, yet crucial for any aspiring mage."

Remillia sighed, feeling the frustration build. ’He’s making this way more complicated than it needs to be,’ she thought. She decided to take matters into her own hands.

She closed her eyes and focused on her mana, feeling its flow within her. Remillia imagined the magic power compressing and mixing with the air, visualizing it taking the shape of a small, bright sphere. With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and extended her hand, palm up.

A soft golden light began to form above her palm, growing brighter and more defined. Within moments, a perfect Solara hovered in the air, casting a gentle glow around her.

Viggo’s expression faltered, his smug smile replaced with a look of surprise and irritation.

"Impressive, Miss Lockhart," he said, trying to mask his annoyance. "Care to explain how you achieved that?"

Remillia stood up, addressing the class instead of him. "It’s actually quite simple," she began, her voice calm and confident. "First, focus on your mana flow. Imagine it mixing with the air around you. Visualize the shape you want it to take, in this case, a sphere. Then, gently compress it while maintaining the image in your mind." She created her Solara again while explaining.

The students listened intently, their expressions showing understanding and relief. They began to follow her instructions, and soon, small blue spheres of light started appearing throughout the classroom.

Viggo’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment. "Enough! Miss Lockhart, while your demonstration was... adequate, remember that I am the one teaching this class."

Remillia nodded, her expression neutral. "Of course, Professor. I just wanted to help my classmates understand."

Cypher soon followed and a radiant bluish sphere formed above his palm. It was brighter and more vivid than any of the others in the room, including Remillia’s.

The soft blue hue of Cypher’s Light Sphere cast an ethereal glow across his face, highlighting his focused expression. The sphere hovered effortlessly, its light illuminating the classroom in a calming, cool tone.

The entire class turned to look at the both of them. Their Solara are so beautiful and perfect. They looked at theirs and can’t help but be embarrassed at their creation.

’Are they even humans?’ Some of them bitterly thought.

Even Viggo paused, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight. The intensity and clarity of the light were far beyond what most students could produce at this level. He could only create a small ball and it’s shape is also not perfectly circular. He gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Viggo’s expression darkened, clearly annoyed by how easily his 2 students had outshone him. "Very well," he said, his voice tense. "It seems some of you are quick learners. But remember, this is just the beginning. There’s much more to mastering magic than simple tricks."

At the same time, they both dismissed their Solara with a flick of their wrist, the bright orb dissipating into the air.

Cypher looked at her and smiled mouthing ’thank you’ as they sat down on their chairs. They were seated on the opposite sides of the room. I can’t help but be amaze at Cypher. He’s really a fast learner.

After the class ended, her friends gathered around her, expressing their gratitude.

"Thanks, Remillia," Whitney said, her Solara still glowing softly. "I don’t know how we would have managed without your help."

"Yeah," Angela added. "Professor Besturd’s explanations were so confusing."

Christian nodded in agreement. "He just wanted to show how superior he is than us."

"Thanks to you and Cypher, he got his taste of his own medicine," Rex also chimed in.

Remillia smiled at them, "I just hate his explanation, instead of simplifying it he adds this words that we can hardly understand."

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The week passed by in a blur of lessons and assignments, and before Remillia knew it, Saturday had arrived. Instead of her usual routine of hunting monsters, she had to attend the Wandering Club. As always, the club required members to arrive early at the meeting place, which was located where the academy’s portal stood.

She made her way to the portal, ready for whatever adventure the day would bring. The club’s activities were always unpredictable, and while they weren’t as thrilling as monster hunting, they offered a different kind of excitement.

"Is everyone here?" Zachary, our club president checked the list. "I’m so glad we met each other again. Now, we draw lots to pick our partners right? This time, you’ll be pulling strings," he pulled out a box filled with strings dangling outside of it.