I'm a villain within the hero's party-Chapter 33: Medicine

Freshmen were divided into two sections.

The Elite Section included students ranked from one to twenty-five, while the remaining students, ranked twenty-six to fifty, were placed in the Standard Section.

First subject Basics of Magic.

Good morning, young wizards. Welcome to the Basics of Magic. This subject will help you understand the essence of magic, its history, structure, power and its consequences.

Can anyone tell me the origin of magic?

Jin raised his hand as he stands up and said, "The origin of magic was still debatable but there are three plausible theories of its origin."

Professor Jordan uttered, "Correct, name one and explain."

Jin confidently recited, "Magic has existed because of four Gods that created it. God of Love, God of War, God of Wisdom and God of Nature. It’s bestowed upon humanity to fight against evil and monsters." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Professor Jordan nodded as he said, "Correct, you may sit."

He asked, "Can anyone name the other theory?"

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Professor Jordan sighed and thought, "I knew I had to choose them myself."

He looked up, eyes scanning the room until they landed on a familiar figure. He remarked, "Yin Farrock, what is the origin of magic?"

Farrock jolted upright, eyes wide with fire. "Professor! Magic wasn’t born from gods, nor stars, nor chaos. But from the moment the universe had its first philosophical epiphany!"

Professor Jordan blinked. "What did he just say? Crazy bastard".

"Explain," he said, his voice sharp.

Yin licked his lips, trembling with excitement. "Magic is the byproduct of joy taken to its absolute limit. It’s what happens when existence itself feels... alive and death."

The professor’s face twisted in disbelief. "Get out! Lunatic! This is a place of learning, not a stage for madness. Get out and reflect on yourself."

Yin froze. "Huh?"

Professor Jordan didn’t flinch. His voice was cold, final. "I said get out."

Yin’s smile faded. He gathered his things slowly, the fire in his eyes dimming as he walked out in silence.

Professor Jordan turned back to the class, clearly irritated. "Anyone else want to try?"

He scanned the room. "Claude Smith?"

Claude didn’t even lift his head as he nonchalantly uttered. "I don’t know, Professor."

"That’s fine," the professor muttered as if nothing had happened.

Then he remembered someone quiet, unnoticed, and has no talent at all yet ranked third. "Gabby. What’s the origin of magic?"

Gabby stood slowly, his voice calm but steady. "Magic exists because of mana. Mana is a fundamental energy that connects all things. Unlike regular energy like heat, electricity, or motion. Mana is metaphysical. It binds matter, thoughts, and even the laws of nature."

The room was still. Even the professor paused. "That made sense. I should ask my co-professor about his argument."

But instead, he said coldly, "Get out. You don’t know anything about the theory of magic’s origin."

Gabby didn’t argue. He just walked out and accepted his fate that Professor Jordan hated him for no real reason.

I guess this is the time that I need to create the cure of the death rose disease. So, he headed to the alembic chamber.

Yin tailed him as he said, "Would you wish to spar with me in the arena?"

Gabby remarked, "I had to decline. There is no way that I could win against you."

Yin clicked his tongue and said, "Where are you going, ladyboy?"

I am very efficient at handling my emotions but calling me ladyboy crossed the line.

Gabby took a deep breath and uttered, "To the alembic chamber."

"Let me go there too." Yin remarked.

Gabby thought to himself, "This is troublesome."

Gabby approached a girl who was guarding the Alembic Chamber—the academy’s special laboratory for mixing potions and chemicals.

He handed her a document, and after checking it, she allowed him to enter.

Gabby stepped outside briefly to bring in his own alchemy materialsas Yin followed suit.

Inside the chamber stood Professor Linda. She wore a deep red robe that fit her well, showing her strong and graceful figure. Over it, she wore a crisp white coat—clean, sharp, and perfectly tailored—showing her status as a master alchemist.

Her most striking feature was her hair: long, emerald, green waves that flowed down her back.

She asked, "What brings you here?"

Gabby replied, "I’m here to learn alchemy," as he handed a document to Professor Linda.

"You may proceed," she said with a nod.

Yin tried to follow him inside, but Professor Linda stopped him. "You don’t have a permit," she said firmly. "So don’t even think about following him."

Gabby stood in the middle of the Alembic chamber, a quiet room filled with strange glass tubes and metal pipes. The air smelled like burnt leaves and old metal. On the table in front of him was a pile of weedsprout that he gathered during the academy’s trial.

He crushed the weedsprout leaves with a stone bowl and spoon. Green oil oozed out. Carefully, he poured it into a glass container.

He grabbed the blue vial from the chemicals that Simon had collected. The label read Solace. Solace is a non-toxic synthetic compound made from petroleum and natural gas.

With just a single drop, the green oil turned purple and began to bubble.

Gabby thought to himself, "But if mixed with Weedsprout, it becomes highly toxic."

Professor Linda watched him closely. She asked, "What is that kid doing?"

Yin, who was standing nearby, pointed at the bubbling purple liquid. "See those bubbles over there?"

Before Yin could finish, Linda interrupted, "I know. That’s a potent poison made from Weedsprout and Solace."

"We should stop him, Professor," Yin said while smiling.

"We can’t," she replied. "He has a waiver from the school’s vice president. Whatever happens, Jin will take full responsibility."

Gabby continued by burning plastics, metals, mold, and garbage. He mixed them together and formed a fine, grainy substance. Then he wrote something on a piece of paper using ink—words, letters, and fast calculations filled the page.

Professor Linda asked, "Yin, can you see what he’s writing?"

"Probably just a bunch of nonsense," Yin replied. "But the final result is C₁₈H₂₆N₂O₄."

Professor Linda quickly grabbed the book and the table of chemical symbols.

After a minute of searching, she said, "It’s not listed here. What is he making?"

She wanted to ask Gabby but stopped herself. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

Gabby continued working, cooking, burning, and distilling. After a while, he produced a small cup of orange, powdered grains. It smelled like a dead rat.

Professor Linda grimaced. "That smells awful. What is that?"

Gabby replied, "A medicine that can cure the Rose of Death."

Professor Linda looked shocked as she chuckled, "You must be joking. The Rose of Death was an epidemic that happened one hundred forty years ago. There’s no cure for it. Not even divine powers could stop it. Have you tested this?"

"I haven’t tested it yet," Gabby replied. "But there’s been a recent case of the Rose of Death. Want to make a bet?"

"I’m a professor of Alchemy," Linda said firmly. "There is no cure for the Rose of Death. And a brat like you certainly couldn’t make one. But fine, I’ll take your bet."

Gabby remarked, "If I win, I’ll be exempt from all subjects—except the ones I choose to attend. The school will also be required to invest in mass-producing the cure, and I’ll receive seventy-five percent of the revenue."

"And if you lose?" Linda asked.

"I’ll be charged with alchemy fraud, expelled from the Academy, and stripped of my student rights. You’ll also receive my reward as third ranker from the Academy’s trial."

"It’s impossible to exempt you from all subjects," Linda said, "but I can exempt you from regular classes. You’ll still need to take the exams. Your contribution could be meaningful to the Academy—if it works."

Gabby pulled two rolled parchments from his robe.

"Then sign the wager contract," he said. "Yin Farrock will be our witness."

Linda signed the parchment and handed one copy to Gabby. She kept the other copy for herself, slipping it into the folds of her robe.

Linda scoffed. "It’s not like your smelly medicine will work anyway. Don’t blame me when you lose your hard-earned coins playing stupid games."