My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 15 --Shout for Help, Loud and Clear

Headmaster Simar looked up at the magical clock hanging on the wall.

"It's about time," he said in a low voice—quiet, but clear enough for everyone present to hear.

"All units, prepare to depart!"

With his command, the scene instantly quieted.

The students of the Royal Academy raised their wands and began to chant softly.

Leit stood at the very front of the formation.

He took a deep breath and waved his wand.

"Levitation Spell!"

Light winds gathered beneath him, lifting him gently into the air. His robes fluttered dramatically in the breeze.

The other mages quickly followed suit, rising one after another.

Meanwhile, the students of the Witch Academy mounted their beloved broomsticks—

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In contrast, the students of the Knight Academy appeared much more "down to earth."

Lacking flashy magic, they rode upon mighty steeds, forming neat formations as they set out.

Thus, the teachers and students of Ilan Royal Academy began their grand march.

Naturally, this sight didn't go unnoticed by the citizens of Pugisburg.

The once peaceful streets burst into activity as people rushed outside, gazing up at the mages and witches flying overhead with awe and admiration.

"Look! It's the mages from the Royal Academy!"

"They're heading out to fight the spellbeast tide!"

"Ilan Royal Academy is truly amazing!"

"If only I had magic talent—I'd want to become a glorious mage too..."

...

Joad sat at the edge of Leit's magic carpet, enjoying the wind on his face.

He didn't even bother casting his own levitation spell—

Why waste mana when he could hitch a ride with Leit?

It was safe, effortless, and honestly, way more comfortable.

After traveling for most of the day, the faculty and students finally arrived at the Skydome Mountains—

a vast, towering range that stretched across the land.

The peaks pierced the clouds, steep and treacherous—this was the natural barrier that separated the Ilan Principality from the spellbeast forest.

"Grand Scholar Geoffrey, if you would,"

Headmaster Simar turned to the man beside him.

Geoffrey nodded and pulled out a black feather from his robe.

He muttered an incantation and infused mana into it.

"Detection Spell!"

The feather transformed into a pitch-black raven and soared into the sky.

It circled a few times, seemingly searching for something.

Moments later, Geoffrey's eyes snapped open, his expression turning grim.

"Headmaster, the spellbeast tide is roughly an hour away from us."

"We need to prepare for battle immediately."

...

The order to prepare was issued.

Although the students had been mentally prepared for this,

the moment they learned that the tide was truly upon them, nervousness still crept in.

Some of them even began to tremble slightly—

After all, this was their first time facing a spellbeast tide head-on.

Joad, however, looked as lazy and relaxed as ever.

He quietly surveyed the terrain around him, scouting out the best positions for "cleaning up leftovers."

Soon enough, the spellbeasts surged forth—

they looked like mutated animals, larger and more grotesque than anything natural.

"Lord Augustin."

Headmaster Simar suddenly turned to the trio from Mington Principality.

"They say mages from Mington Principality are exceptionally powerful. We'll be counting on you for this spellbeast tide."

Joad nodded to himself.

As expected of the headmaster—always thinking three steps ahead.

He was clearly keeping his guard up against Mington's people.

After all, who knew what tricks those outsiders might be planning?

However, to Joad's surprise, Augustin accepted the request with a smile.

"Headmaster, you're too kind," Augustin replied calmly.

"Since we're guests in Ilan Principality, it's only natural that we lend a hand."

"Fighting against the spellbeast tide is our duty."

And just like that, Augustin actually led Archido and another mage into the frontline ranks.

Joad was stunned.

What the heck?

Are they really just here to help? Or... is there something more going on?

His heart filled with doubt.

He decided then and there that he would keep a close eye on the three of them—just in case.

Simar headmaster might be above using shady tactics, but Joad had no such qualms.

He'd do whatever it took to protect himself.

Just then—

A familiar voice snapped Joad out of his thoughts.

Lena came running toward him, her face filled with worry.

"Joad!"

Everyone was stunned.

Didn't Lena just leave a while ago? Why was she back again?

"Joad, you have to be careful, okay?"

"If you're ever in danger, make sure to shout for help—really loud!"

"I'll make sure my father comes to save you right away!"

Lena's words made the nearby students burst out laughing.

Even Joad didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Do I look like someone who'd just scream for help at the first sign of trouble?

Still, he knew Lena was genuinely concerned for him.

And deep down, that warmed his heart.

"Don't worry, Lena," Joad said with a playful smile.

"I'll yell as loud as I can."

Only then did Lena finally relax and nod.

She turned to head back to Headmaster Simar, but Joad called out to her.

"Wait, Lena."

He reached into his robe and pulled out a crystal pendant, handing it to her.

"Take this. It'll protect you."

Lena's cheeks instantly turned bright red.

She took the pendant carefully and placed it around her neck with the utmost care.

"Thank you, Joad..."

This tender moment happened to be seen by Harvey, standing a short distance away.

A glint of excitement flashed in Harvey's eyes.

Looks like my little brother isn't so hopeless after all.

At the very least, he knew how to win a girl's heart.

And for the continuation of House Whide, that was no small matter.

Harvey quietly made a mental note—

Maybe he should help Joad get more opportunities in the future...

...

The spellbeast tide had arrived—

A black wave pouring from the depths of the Skydome Mountains, crashing toward the students and faculty of Ilan Royal Academy.

"Prepare for battle!"

Headmaster Simar charged forward at the head of the formation.

His wand released a blaze of searing flames.

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The inferno struck a charging mana bison, instantly engulfing its massive body.

The beast let out a piercing shriek, flailed for a few seconds, and collapsed, charred black.

Grand Scholar Geoffrey wasn't one to be outdone.

From his storage ring, he pulled out a massive greatsword—

the blade was taller than half a man.

Gripping it with both hands, he brought it crashing down on a massive troll.

CRACK!

With one clean strike, the troll was cleaved in two!

The students stared in disbelief.

Who would've thought that the usually refined and scholarly Geoffrey was such a brute on the battlefield?

Leit, on the other hand, remained composed.

He pulled out a stack of scrolls from his robe—each one personally crafted by him.

Infusing them with mana, he began releasing spell after spell.

Fireballs. Ice Arrows. Wind Blades...

A storm of magic poured down upon the spellbeast horde like rain.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosions echoed across the battlefield as countless spellbeasts fell, bathing the ground in blood.

Leit's overwhelming display of strength drew praise and awe from the surrounding professors and grand scholars.

"This child Leit is truly exceptional!"

"His strength must be nearing that of an elite mage!"

"Give him time, and he'll surely become the pillar of Ilan Principality!"

...

While the front lines burned with intense battle,

Joad was off to the side, skillfully prying mana stones and magical materials from the corpses of fallen spellbeasts.

Over the past three days, he had been far from idle—he had picked up quite a haul already.

Of course, Joad wasn't completely selfish.

Whenever he saw a classmate in real danger, he'd toss a spell or two their way—

After all, they were all students. Lending a hand here and there wasn't a big deal.

Besides, he needed a relatively safe environment to keep "scavenging."

Still, one thing puzzled him—

Why hadn't the three from Mington Principality made any moves yet?

Had he misjudged them?

Just then, a faint mist began to rise on the battlefield...