Gravity Mage with Level-Up System

(From MC's perspective)

The air was deafeningly quiet. No one expected Frank to act in this manner. He has gone above and beyond his own words. And cast a powerful attack spell on Max Cooper.

I sighed inwardly as I witnessed Max's unconscious state. I'm not sure whether to call him a fool. Max had made a mistake in his judgment. I knew Frank wasn't going to keep his hand.

Frank had lost his cool, especially after seeing someone from the top ten ranks competing against him.

"Cruel," muttered Lucas Brad beside me.

"You dare," a thunderous voice reverberated throughout the area the next second.

I moved my gaze to the combat instructor. He was completely enraged. When the silver screen was removed, I saw him dispelling it. He dashed toward Max, who was unconscious.

Then I noticed him examining Max's body. I can see the relief on his face after a few minutes. Max had not suffered any life-threatening injuries, I realized. But, I must say, Frank had gone too far this time.

Max, fortunately, is a 9th-rank wizard. If it was anyone other than him. I have no idea what will happen in this duel. I saw the terrified expressions of lower-ranking students at this point.

They would have been crippled in the face of this attack if it had been them.

Suddenly, I noticed a new situation developing. The combat instructor directed students nearby to pick up Max Cooper. I'm guessing he's going to send him to the clinic.

The students then hurriedly placed Max's body on a stretcher and exited the classroom.

But I noticed that Frank's expression had not changed. My mood began to worsen as I looked at his arrogant expression. I want to beat up this guy.

But I have no choice but to remain silent. I can make him bedridden even if I don't use my gravity magic.

Suddenly, I noticed the combat instructor approaching Frank. Looking at the combat instructor's displeased expression, I believe he is about to lash out at him.

Everyone is currently paying close attention to the situation. They're curious to see how the combat instructor will handle the situation. Everyone's eyes were filled with hope.

But I don't believe so. Frank is a fourth-rank wizard with a solid background. As a result, the school administration will not punish him severely. I believe that after some warning, management will let him go.

Stage,

"What have you done?" Freeman inquired, his voice solemn. He is clearly controlling his rage.

Frank sneered internally before responding, "He is frail. I had previously assumed that Max had gained strength. So I had only used half of my strength."

"However, he was unable to withstand my attack in the end. So it's not my fault, then "Frank Lambert elaborated.

He is astute. Max would have been seriously injured if he had used his full strength earlier.

A glint flashed through the combat instructor's eyes. He had also noticed this earlier. Frank had spent half of his energy.

Mr. Freeman, on the other hand, quickly saw through Frank's thoughts. He realized Frank had planned this attack ahead of time.

"Harrumph," he snorted coldly before adding, "There will be no more duel." You two can practice on your own."

He paused the sparring session after saying that.

Frank Lambert's face darkened even more. He started to respond but stopped in the middle. He was taken aback by the combat instructor's abrupt words.

He walked out of the duel stage, dissatisfied, after a few moments of thought.

This abrupt change added to the strangeness of the situation. Nobody expected the situation to turn out this way.

But the outcome did not surprise me. I knew Mr. Freeman would never offend Frank in this way. Then I noticed Frank walking back to his house.

His own actions ruined his day's plans. I'm not sure what he'll do next.

Time passed,

Before the combat class ended, students practiced individually. The students then exited the classroom one by one.

...

Pent luxurious hotel - Red City,

The former headmaster of the Little Star Gate High School spends his leisure time inside one of the red city's luxurious hotels.

He has been out of work for several weeks. He is currently looking for the next offer. But things were not as simple as they appear.

His organization, the Dark League, has been after him. Mr. Collin Sanders has been acting very low-key lately.

Within the bedroom,

"Damn," he muttered to himself. When his gaze was drawn to the communication watch's display screen. He had only recently received some information. Some unknown people ransacked his house.

What mystery? He knew the dark league wouldn't abandon him like that. He had not completed his mission. The dark league was now on the lookout for his head.

His mind flashes back to Vincent Carey. His eyes gleamed with a cold glint the next second. Collin had not abandoned the mission. However, he is looking for the ideal opportunity.

He's taking his time for two reasons. First, he heard about an assassination plot against Vincent Carey. He mistook the members of the dark league for the perpetrators.

He only realized later, it had been done by someone else. So he squandered a lot of time that week.

Second, he will not want to pass through the members of the dark league. After completing the mission, he wishes to return to the organization. However, the dark league members follow a strict protocol.

They will first punish him for his failure.

Knock

He was thinking about something when he heard a knock on the door. He awoke from his trance after hearing that. He mistook it for a hallucination.

Knock

Then he heard the same knocking sound again.

"How?" He grumbled to himself. He had previously locked the front door. So, where is all this noise coming from?

Then a sudden realization dawned on him. He broke out in cold sweat the next second.

"The dark league?" He thought to himself.

No way, he knows his location was not revealed. So, how did this happen? He got out of bed to assess the situation.

Collin was terrified when he opened the door and saw no one outside. He then became aware of something on the ground.

"A projector disc?" He exclaimed in surprise.

He then took up the round projection desk to inspect it. When he held this object in his palm, it began to vibrate the next second.

The disc was automatically activated. On top of it, a holographic screen appeared.

Collin's face tightens as he notices this.

[Please reply to my call at 7 p.m. Otherwise, you will die]

When the message appeared, his heart rate increased. Collin believed he had successfully evaded their pursuit. He still appears to have underestimated them.

"It's over," he muttered to himself as he collapsed onto the ground.

He knew who would call him later. Collin does not wish to contact that individual. But his situation had rendered him helpless.

Time passed,

When the clock struck 7 p.m. after a few hours. Collin's watch beeps with a notification.

Collin, who had never left his room before, straightened his back after reading the contact's name. With a trembling finger, he touched the screens.

"Collin, how have you been?" said a deep voice from the other hand the next second.

Hearing that causes his heart to skip a beat. Several beads of sweat began to drip from his brow. For a brief moment, he lacks the strength to respond to this summons.

"Collin?" A thunderous voice reached his ears once more.

"Cough"

"Mr. Dave, What's going on?" Collin stated. He doesn't know what to say or what not to say.

Dave, on the other hand, sneered from within. He does not wish to squander any more time.

"Collin, pay close attention. You have one week to kill that brat "Dave responded.

Collin's expression becomes solemn. He felt that one week was insufficient.

"Mr. Dave, I believe that kid has a connection to the local police force. So completing it in one week will be difficult "Collin responded.

Collin discovered a practical reason to postpone this mission.

Mr. Dave, on the other hand, quickly saw through his delusions.

"I don't give a damn. If that child does not die within a week, you must replace him." Dave abruptly ended the call after saying that.

Collin's expression has twisted. How is he going to murder that kid in a week? For a brief moment, he stood motionless, like a statue. His blood is boiling with rage.

Various thoughts popped into his head.

Then he remembered the recent events involving Vincent Carey. That brat, as far as he knows, has been attending school as usual.

Collin, on the other hand, is unsure about the strength of his relationship with the police force.

If the police discover evidence of the dark league, the consequences will be disastrous. Behind that kid is also Yellow River Academy. He must consider this as well.

He is certain of one thing: the dark league wishes to use him as a scapegoat.