I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

Upon hitting the g, their tire bodies were wracked with pain, rdering them unable to ev struggle to their feet.

For a momt, the remaining instructors stared at Dean Bruce in terror, their eyes wide with disbelief.

They couldn\'t comprehd how, with so many of them attacking together, they had failed to pose any threat to Dean Bruce. Ev more shocking was that they were all defeated in one fell swoop.

Ev the instructors who hadn\'t attacked were left speechless, their eyes bulging in disbelief.

Buzz—

The stone-like ure on Dean Bruce\'s skin gradually faded as he gtly landed on the g. With only a slight cough, he remarked calmly, "A bunch of weaklings. You all attacked at once and couldn\'t ev withstand one of my spells. I really don\'t understand how any of you had the face to question me."

"Ugh!"

Upon hearing his mocking words, a few instructors with more fragile egos couldn\'t hold back. They coughed up blood and collapsed, unconscious.

Ev those with stronger mtal fortitude felt deeply humiliated. They hung their heads in shame, too embarrassed to speak.

Dean Bruce scanned the crowd of instructors still standing and asked calmly, "Is there anyone else who wants to challge me?"

"..."

His words fell into an eerie silce. The instructors looked as if they had se a ghost. They quickly turned their heads away and took several steps back, not daring to say a word.

What a joke! If a whole group of instructors couldn\'t take down Dean Bruce, what chance did they stand on their own? They\'d only d up getting hurt ev worse.

What they didn\'t know was that the sheer power behind Dean Bruce\'s counterattack came from absorbing their collective spells.

If fewer instructors had attacked, the force would\'ve be far less destructive.

"Now, does anyone still doubt me?"

Dean Bruce chuckled, turning to look at Biber Parson. "Headmaster, please, continue."

"You\'ve got some impressive strgth."

Biber Parson nodded. "It seems like you used two spells—one to strgth your body and another to absorb your emies\' magic, reflecting it back at them."

Dean Bruce didn\'t dy it. While he wasn\'t the type to downplay his abilities, he also wasn\'t going to reveal all his cards.

Showing off ough strgth was sufficit.

Not only that, from Biber Parson\'s commt, Dean Bruce was now confidt that his abilities had surpassed those of the headmasters in these smaller cities.

Though Dean Bruce had cast three spells, the fact that of them could discern this highlighted the gap in their power levels.

"Alright, the top three have be announced. As for the rankings of the other instructors, I\'ll draft a list once we return to the academy. Your salaries for the next few years will be based on these rankings."

Biber Parson said, his mind clearly preoccupied with the Nine Provinces Alliance. Without paying much atttion to Dean Bruce\'s actual strgth, he hastily concluded the trial and led the instructors from Stanlow City\'s Primary Magic Academy away.

Once they were gone, André Maxwell wasn\'t far behind in organizing the return to the city. As for Barnis George and his group, André couldn\'t have cared less.

It wasn\'t unheard of for instructors to perish during the trials; if they didn\'t return, there was no point in searching for them.

Before they could leave, several female instructors gathered a Dean Bruce, congratulating him. "Dean, congratulations on securing a spot to study in Saint Laurt!"

"Dean, wh do you plan on leaving? How about we throw you a farewell party before you go?"

"Oh, and Dean, I\'ve also earned a spot. Why don\'t we travel together?"

The idea of a farewell party was just an excuse; what they really wanted was to get closer to Dean Bruce.

Dean Bruce couldn\'t be bothered to gage with them, not ev acknowledging the one who claimed to have earned a spot. He simply smiled and said, "I have other matters to attd to and can\'t afford to delay."

With that, Dean Bruce turned away, untying Firebolt, his horse, and called out to André Maxwell, "Headmaster, I\'ll head back to the city now!"

"Alright, take your time on the road."

André Maxwell agreed without hesitation. Dean Bruce wasted no time, swiftly mounting Firebolt and, to the astonishmt of those watching, rode off at high speed.

"Wait, is that a warhorse?"

"What a magnifict horse! Dean is so mysterious. For two years, he stayed under the radar, and now it turns out his power and influce are extraordinary!"

"The city lord\'s son is his disciple. Imagine the connections we could build if we got close to him?"

Several female instructors licked their lips, clearly intrigued.

Meanwhile, Alita Miller\'s expression remained grave. The more she learned about Dean Bruce, the more afraid she became.

And the male instructors?

They could only feel vious, with no room left for jealousy.

Having witnessed Dean Bruce\'s abilities firsthand, they understood just how vast the gap betwe them was. There was no room for vy wh faced with such overwhelming power.

They didn\'t want to court death!

Thanks to Firebolt\'s speed, Dean Bruce made it back to Notting City before nightfall.

The city guards were already familiar with Dean Bruce. This time, upon spotting him from a distance, they hurried to greet him, respectfully saying, "Lord Dean, the young city lord has instructed that if you return, you are to go to the city lord\'s mansion immediately."

"..."

Dean Bruce nodded slightly. Accompanied by the guards, he tered the city, slowing Firebolt\'s pace as he made his way toward the city lord\'s mansion.

Nicholas William seemed to be in a hurry. As soon as Dean Bruce arrived at the gates, someone came out to escort him to the study with great respect.

Inside the study, besides Nicholas William, both Jnier William and Billis William were prest, their expressions grim and tse.

"Master, you\'re here!"

Nicholas William greeted him respectfully, and ev his sister and father nodded slightly in acknowledgmt.

Dean Bruce spoke, "No need for formalities. What\'s going on? What\'s with the serious atmosphere?"

Billis William sighed heavily, "We hope you can ld us a hand, Mr. Dean."

"Oh?"

Dean Bruce glanced at Jnier William and said calmly, "Miss Jnier has quite the commanding presce. Is there something she cannot handle?"

Jnier William responded, "The Nine Provinces Alliance requires my atttion, and I must remain nearby. Besides... this matter isn\'t dire ough for me to abandon my obligations to the Nine Provinces Alliance."

Nicholas William couldn\'t hide his awkward expression as she spoke.

Dean Bruce began to piece things together. It was certainly a serious issue, but it didn\'t seem to have much to do with the William family. In fact, it likely wouldn\'t ev threat the lives of Nicholas or Billis.

"Enough, Jnier!" Billis interrupted his daughter and turned to Dean Bruce. "Mr. Dean, you may already know that I arranged a marriage for Nicholas. The other party is from the Ziyun Empire and holds the position of a geral."

"For some time, our families maintained regular contact, but about a month ago, all communication suddly ceased. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn\'t reach them. This afternoon... the people we st to investigate reported back that the tire family had vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air!"

"The estate was untouched, with everything in place—meals were still laid out neatly in the dining hall, but the people were nowhere to be found. Ev the servants had disappeared without a trace."

"It\'s said that the Ziyun Empire has already begun investigating the matter, but it\'s all too mysterious. I... I want to ask if you, Mr. Dean, could take Nicholas and go investigate."

"Wh this is all over, whether you rescue them or just gather information, I\'m willing to offer you a million gold coins, and... a secret."

At this, Dean Bruce\'s curiosity was piqued. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What secret?"

"I can tell, Mr. Dean, that the treasures and magical equipmt you possess don\'t match your strgth. It must be due to a lack of materials or not finding the right person to craft them for you," Billis William said softly.

He continued, "I know of a place where you can communicate and trade with the Dwarves. All they require is fine food and drink, and in return, they\'ll craft excellt equipmt for you."

Pausing for a momt, Billis William smiled and added, "Notting City may be small, but the reason no one dares to underestimate us is because of this connection. Through the Dwarves, our legion\'s equipmt is of the highest quality. It could certainly be a great upgrade for you as well."

Dean Bruce\'s breathing quicked.

After being in this world for so long, was he finally about to interact with another race?

Moreover, Billis William had a point.

Dean Bruce\'s currt treasures and gear were indeed subpar. If he could establish a connection with the Dwarves, it would significantly boost his strgth.

Besides, in nearly every novel or anime, the Dwarves are portrayed as a trustworthy race. There was little reason to worry about being betrayed by them.

Billis William spoke again, "To show my sincerity, I\'m willing to tell you the location right now. You can hance your abilities first, th head to the Ziyun Empire at your convice."

As he spoke, Billis William pulled out an old, worn scroll from his coat and handed it to Dean Bruce.

Dean Bruce, not one to turn down a good opportunity, accepted it immediately and said, "Nicholas is a disciple I greatly value. Since this matter is important, I won\'t refuse."

At this, Jnier couldn\'t help but roll her eyes. If you truly valued him that much, would you be taking all the rewards for yourself?

Billis and Nicholas William, on the other hand, were thrilled. It was clear that this marriage meant a great deal to them.

Dean Bruce understood their excitemt. After all, for an imperial geral to marry his daughter to the son of a mere city lord was definitely considered a marriage beath her station. It was only natural that the William family didn\'t want to let this opportunity slip away!