My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 16 --Enigma Bloom

Unknowingly, another two days had passed.

Although no one from Ilan Royal Academy had died in battle, several students and professors were seriously injured.

Leit had performed with exceptional valor.

Casting spells with his left hand and hurling scrolls with his right, his killing efficiency was maxed out—utterly overwhelming.

Students and professors alike exclaimed in awe: Leit was truly a once-in-a-generation prodigy.

Even Joad couldn't help but sigh emotionally:

"We should all learn from Leit!"

But to the others, his words sounded incredibly awkward.

Anyone else could say that—anyone but you, Joad.

Because for the past few days, he'd hardly participated in any of the battles at all!

Compared to the students who had bravely fought monsters and slain demons, Joad had been living quite comfortably.

Take now, for instance—

He was leisurely sitting beside a massive bonfire, roasting a tusked demon boar.

To be honest, it looked more like a fat pig than anything demonic.

Its surface was golden and glistening with oil, sizzling as the aroma wafted through the air.

Joad sliced off a chunk, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed happily, grease dripping down his chin.

He called out to the students nearby:

"It's ready! Come eat!"

The students, having a good relationship with him, quickly gathered around and dug in with gusto.

Grand Scholar Geoffrey looked at Joad and sighed deeply.

"Joad... do you even realize—"

Still chewing, Joad mumbled, "Realize what?"

"I like celery. Add more chopped celery next time, thanks."

...

Harvey gnawed on a huge pig's trotter, thoroughly enjoying himself.

He thought that maybe his younger brother could become a great chef one day.

But then again, Joad was a descendant of House Whide—a noble, after all.

How could a noble become a chef? That thought gave him pause.

Just as everyone had finished their roasted demon boar and was about to rest a bit,

a towering bloodbear suddenly appeared in the distance.

The creature stood over three meters tall, muscles bulging, eyes glowing crimson, exuding the pressure of a low-tier elite rank spellbeast.

With a furious roar, it charged toward the crowd, each step shaking the earth beneath it.

"It's a low-tier elite rank bloodbear!"

"Be careful, everyone!"

The students gasped and quickly raised their wands to prepare for battle.

Leit's eyes narrowed. He stepped forward to shield the others.

"This one's mine. Watch yourselves!"

As soon as he spoke, Leit swiftly drew his wand and began chanting.

The tip of his wand glowed ever brighter—until a Mid-tier spell took shape before everyone's eyes!

"Leit's not even an elite mage yet—how can he cast a mid-tier spell?"

"He's a genius! Truly incredible!!"

"No wonder he's the pride of Ilan Royal Academy!"

...

The bloodbear roared, swiping its massive claws at the incoming spells.

Back and forth the two sides clashed—the beast relied on its thick hide and raw power to endure Leit's relentless magical onslaught.

A professor tried to step in, but Grand Scholar Geoffrey stopped him:

"No need—let this be a trial for Leit."

Meanwhile, Joad was still gnawing on a pig trotter, completely unbothered by Leit's predicament.

After all, under his guidance, Leit could easily handle a low-tier elite spellbeast.

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But just then—something changed.

All around the valley where Ilan Royal Academy had set up camp,

seven or eight more elite-ranked spellbeasts emerged from the surrounding mountain paths.

They roared as they charged in from every direction, forming a terrifying siege.

"What's going on?!"

"Why are there suddenly so many elite spellbeasts?!"

The students panicked. Their faces turned pale.

Grand Scholar Geoffrey and the professors could sit still no longer and quickly joined the fray.

"Headmaster! We need reinforcements!"

Within the chaos, Harvey grabbed Joad and pulled him behind.

"Joad, stay back—this is dangerous!" he said with a grim expression.

He unsheathed the longsword on his back, channeling aura into it.

Harvey was both mage and knight—proficient in both disciplines.

Joad didn't hesitate and retreated.

But then he noticed something—the surrounding white mist was growing thicker,

and there was a faint, sweet scent in the air.

Joad's expression suddenly changed.

"It's Enigma Bloom! That scent—it's from Enigma Bloom!"

Enigma Bloom, an extremely rare magical plant.

Its aroma was fatally attractive to spellbeasts, driving them into a frenzy.

So that's what the Mington Principality was up to!

Those devious snakes had truly gone to vile extremes!

They'd been pretending to support the defense these past few days—fighting on the front lines—

but in truth, they were just using the opportunity to gather Enigma Bloom!

Now they'd spread its powder into the mist. A simple but sinister trick—

as if treating everyone else like fools!

Joad let out a cold laugh. But in his mind, he already had a solution.

Just blow the mist away—problem solved.

"Mid-tier Magic—Hurricane!"

Joad couldn't even be bothered to draw his wand.

He muttered casually, and immediately, a powerful whirlwind erupted around him.

The gust quickly cleared much of the mist.

As the fog dissipated, the crazed spellbeasts began to calm.

The red faded from their eyes, and they hesitated, some even backing away.

After all, elite spellbeasts had a certain level of intelligence.

They could sense death—and feared it.

"What... What's happening? Are the spellbeasts retreating?"

"Why is the mist clearing so suddenly?"

The students looked around in confusion, unable to make sense of it.

Just then, a figure burst from the horde of spellbeasts.

Moving with lightning speed, the person sprinted straight toward Leit.

From his body radiated the powerful presence of a mid-tier elite mage!

Joad's mind power surged like a tidal wave, instantly covering the entire battlefield.

Nothing could hide from his perception.

He immediately sensed the figure charging toward Leit.

But Leit was surrounded by several professors who were helping him fight the bloodbear.

With that kind of backup, surely the attacker wouldn't pose much of a threat—right?

Just as this thought crossed Joad's mind, he saw the figure pull out a black magical artifact from his cloak.

"What... is that?"

Joad's pupils contracted, his face growing serious.

The attacker poured mana into the item—

and in an instant, dark chains burst forth like vipers, shooting toward Leit and the others.

"It's Dark Chain!"

Harvey cried out, instinctively trying to warn Leit—but it was too late.

The Dark Chain moved too fast,

snaring Leit and the professors in an instant with a series of clanking metallic sounds.

They were completely immobilized.

Joad's heart pounded—Dark Chain was an elite-ranked magical artifact!

But why would such a precious artifact appear during a spellbeast siege?

Magical artifacts were divided by rank:

Apprentice, Common, Elite, Archmage, and the legendary Mage God level.

Even though elite rank sat in the middle, they were still exceedingly rare.

Each required complex alchemy to create—

and even then, the success rate was incredibly low.

On average, a single elite-rank magical artifact cost at least 100,000 mana stones to craft—

and that's not even counting rare magical materials.

In short, even among elite mages, such artifacts were incredibly scarce.

Ilan Royal Academy only had one advanced elite-rank magical artifact in total!

So who the hell was this guy—

and how did he get his hands on something so valuable?

His target was clearly Leit!

"Damn it!"

Joad cursed under his breath, his face twisting with rage.

Nearby, Headmaster Simar looked just as grim.

At that moment, a furious Harvey roared,

his longsword igniting with a blazing aura.

"Leit, I'm coming to save you!!"