My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 37 --Amelda Appears

The moment Joad became an archmage,

the magical elements around him—and even those across the entire mountain—descended into a frenzied yet structured chaos.

A magic riot!

Indeed, upon stepping into the archmage rank,

most archmages would encounter this exact phenomenon.

The reason lies in the formation of the Heart of Mana, which naturally attracts and draws in surrounding magical elements.

However, an archmage’s body can only handle a limited amount of these elements.

As a result, the only solution is to sever the connection between the Heart of Mana and the external elements.

But once cut off, those uncontrolled elements spiral into chaos!

It was like a starving beast, famished for years, suddenly seeing a plump, irresistible prey drop from the sky—

yet being forcibly denied its feast.

The rampaging magic elements now circled Joad like wild tigers, lashing out with all kinds of magical damage!

The destructive power within this magical riot was terrifying.

In an instant, Joad’s body was riddled with wounds—

and yet, he wore a smile on his face.

Because he knew: the next time he advanced in rank,

he would no longer suffer this kind of pain.

As the final bolt of thunder—formed from lightning elements—crashed down,

the magic riot finally reached its end.

Within a ten-mile radius of the mountain peak,

almost all magical elements had been drained completely.

And the cave Joad had been using was nearly eroded smooth by the elemental backlash.

Such power—so overwhelming and fearsome!

Joad thought to himself, then pulled out a fresh set of clothes from his storage pouch and changed.

After all, there was no way he could appear in public in his current condition.

But despite his wounds, he was filled with excitement.

His current strength was such that even the original Grand Duke Ilan would be no match for him!

Though their ranks were technically the same,

Joad’s superior bloodline and mana reserves gave him such an overwhelming edge

that he could practically pummel the Grand Duke into the ground.

He even considered going back to give the Grand Duke a piece of his mind.

Shaking off those thoughts,

Joad quickly healed his injuries with potions and made his way back to Ilan Royal Academy.

But the moment he stepped through the academy gates,

he could feel it—an eerie, suffocating tension in the air.

The once lively academy now felt deathly quiet. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Joad! You bastard, where the hell have you been these past few days?!"

A familiar voice called out.

Joad turned and saw his brother Harvey rushing toward him, a look of panic on his face.

"The academy’s in serious danger. Why did you come back?!"

"What happened?" Joad asked.

"There’s no time to explain. You need to retreat with the others to Pugisburg, now!"

Harvey grabbed Joad’s arm and tried to pull him along.

"I’m not leaving."

Joad stopped in his tracks, speaking calmly.

"What did you just say?!"

Harvey’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Do you even understand what’s going on right now?! Staying means death!"

Just as Joad was about to respond, a clear voice interrupted them.

"Senior Joad!"

Both brothers turned to see Ivy standing nearby.

She wore a pale blue mage’s robe, looking fresh and graceful.

"Ivy? Why haven’t you left?" Joad asked.

Ivy stepped up to him, her tone firm,

"I’m staying—with you—to defend Ilan Royal Academy!"

Joad frowned and glanced behind her.

"Where’s your uncle, Maron?"

"Uncle Maron has returned to House Rima to request reinforcements."

Joad felt a wave of relief upon hearing that.

If House Rima was willing to help, it would be a huge boon to Ilan Royal Academy.

But just then, a battered figure stumbled into view.

"Uncle Maron?!"

It was Maron—his body bloodied, clothes torn, and utterly disheveled.

"Ivy... run... now..."

His voice was faint, broken.

"What happened, Mr. Maron?!"

Joad stepped forward to catch him.

"Someone... cut off... all routes... in and out of Ilan Royal Academy..."

Maron gasped out the words before collapsing.

Joad’s expression darkened.

As expected!

Whoever was behind this came prepared—

This wasn’t just one faction. A massive conspiracy was at play!

"This... this can’t be real..."

Harvey was stunned.

He couldn’t believe that someone would dare try to wipe out the entire Ilan Royal Academy.

Everyone present looked visibly shaken.

Joad didn’t say a word.

He quietly walked over to the Statue of the Goddess of Magic, leaning against it.

He had laid numerous contingency measures throughout the academy.

And he still had the powerful Ilan Manuscript.

Unless someone of unimaginable strength appeared,

he wasn’t worried.

What he did need to consider now was how to escape—

if the situation truly became unsalvageable.

He wasn’t about to throw his life away needlessly.

As long as he survived, he could always take revenge later.

If Ilan Royal Academy truly fell...

He would make sure its enemies paid in blood.

As night fell,

the already tense atmosphere grew even more suffocating.

Suddenly, a cold, piercing voice echoed across the sky.

"Simar, come out and face your death!"

It wasn’t loud, yet it rang clear throughout the academy grounds.

Joad looked up.

Floating in midair was a strikingly beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure.

Her long, fiery red hair whipped wildly in the night wind.

"Amelda!"

The voice of Headmaster Simar rang out from deep within the academy,

tinged with heavy gravity.

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing?"

Amelda sneered.

"Simar, weren’t you the one who demanded an explanation from Mington Royal Academy?"

"What, playing dumb now?"

"Too late—you’re already at death’s door."

"Amelda, don’t go too far!"

Simar’s voice roared with fury.

"Too far?"

Amelda let out a scornful laugh.

"Simar, tonight, I’m going to wipe Ilan Royal Academy off the face of this world!"

The moment she finished speaking,

countless figures surged in from all directions.

Clad in matching black robes,

each one bore the emblem of Mington Royal Academy on their chest.

"They’re from Mington Royal Academy!"

"Attack!"

At Amelda’s command, the mages of Mington charged like a tidal wave toward Ilan Royal Academy.

Headmaster Simar didn’t flinch.

With a single shout, the academy’s students surged forward to meet them.

In the blink of an eye, dazzling magic lit up the night sky above Ilan Royal Academy.

The battle between the two headmasters began in earnest.

Though Amelda was a woman, her offensive spells were brutal and relentless.

Waves of flame magic closed in around Simar from all sides.

Simar’s wood-type spells were clearly being countered—

he had no choice but to shield himself behind a mass of summoned branches.

"Simar, you’re still the same coward as ever,"

Amelda taunted as she suddenly paused her attacks,

beginning to chant a complex incantation.

Though her current rank was mid elite mage, and many of her spells no longer required chanting,

her expression was now grave—

she was preparing a mid-tier magic spell!

Joad’s eyes lit with surprise.

Magic was divided into three tiers and nine levels:

Low-tier spells: Levels 1–3

Mid-tier spells: Levels 4–6

High-tier spells: Levels 7–9

Beyond that were sage rank and god rank—

incredibly rare, with some spells not having appeared in decades.

Apprentices and official mages could only cast low-tier spells.

Elite mages could just barely use mid-tier spells.

Archmages and grand archmages were the ones capable of using high-tier spells...

And now, Amelda was casting a Level 5 mid-tier spell:

Flame of Hell.

Due to its high rank,

even Amelda was struggling to cast it.

But with Simar trapped, she had the time she needed to finish the spell.

Yet at that very moment—

the situation suddenly shifted!

From within the raging flames,

Headmaster Simar summoned a massive vine that shot straight toward Amelda’s body!