Ch. 89 - Teenagers in Puberty Only Think About…
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Editor's Note: I feel bad for Easy-going, it is unfair that this happened to her.
This chapter is broken. Please report this on discord.
Editor's Note: I feel bad for Easy-going, it is unfair that this happened to her.
We managed to leave the villa without further incident.
I accompanied Dongli Yiren onto the academy shuttle bus. Maybe it was just my imagination, but she seemed tense the entire ride — like at any moment, a senior might leap out from behind a seat and assault her.
Watching her like this, I actually started wondering whether I had gone a little too far earlier. Was her mental resilience really this fragile?
How did this person get admitted into one of the Big Three in the first place?
“You doing alright?” I asked because she was practically curled into the farthest corner of the seat.
It had started right after a senior sat down in front of us. Well, more accurately, after the senior turned around, smiled, and greeted us kindly.
Then Dongli Yiren nearly jumped out of her seat. The senior was so startled by her reaction that she immediately shut up and faced forward again.
“I… I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.” She answered weakly.
“Okay, then. We’ll get off soon. If you’re still like this, I’m not reminding you.”
“N-No. You brought me out here. You… you can’t leave me behind,” She said it in the firmest tone possible, while sounding absolutely terrified.
“Alright, alright.” I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Honestly… you’re so, mm-hm... timid.”
“That has nothing to do with you.” She clearly noticed the implication in my unfinished sentence and tried to compose herself—shoulders straightening, expression going blank.
If not for her eyes darting around like a trapped rabbit, I might have believed it.
This lasted all the way until our stop. I took her by the wrist and led her off the bus.
The moment her feet hit the ground, her whole demeanor flipped — she looked like an excited gambler who believed her next pull was guaranteed jackpot.
Which only made me more nervous.
“Before anything else,” I warned, “don’t start throwing spells around after you get your set. Damage caused is your responsibility. And absolutely no testing spells inside the dorm.”
“Eh? Why not?”
I stared at her.
“You’re not actually planning to treat your first spell like… a firework, are you?”
Was she a natural-born destruction type? Should I stop her? Or let her learn from consequences?
“The academy exists to teach transcendence, so why can’t we freely use spells?” she argued.
“You can,” I explained, “but the spell embedded in your badge is one you can’t control yet. It’s powerful. If you fire it off without restraint, you could damage buildings or hurt someone. If you’re rich enough to pay repair fees, be my guest.”
“That…” She paused, clearly conflicted. “Does the academy have places where spells can be used freely?”
Of course, she was fixated on that. Teenagers in puberty only ever fantasize about the cool part of transcendence. Throwing fireballs, blasting apart obstacles, dominating the battlefield—not the consequences.
They never think about collateral damage, medical fees, compensation forms, accidental self-detonation... Just “Wow, magic explosion goes BOOM. So cool.”
I swear the minds of teenagers were 90% fireworks and 10% wishful thinking.
“Yeah,” I said. “There are designated testing grounds. I just haven’t been to one. You can check the academy map yourself.”
Though now that she mentioned it, I was a little curious too.
I had never actually tested the embedded spell in my badge either. I didn’t even know what kind of output it had. So maybe accompanying her wouldn’t be such a bad idea?
Assuming she had enough funds to pay any accident fees.
“By the way,” I said, as we walked. “Do you actually have money? A lot of academy facilities cost fees to use.”
“Money?” She froze for a second, then looked away, embarrassed. “I… don’t know. Let me see if I can link my card to this phone.”
She already knew — ordinary phones had no signal inside the academy. She had tried calling for help before, after all.
So whether her original bank account could transfer into the academy system… was a big question mark.
I leaned over to look as she fiddled with the device. When I transferred money earlier, I only managed because it was during the moment the Dome broke — there had been a flicker of outside connection then.
Now that the Dome was repaired… would it still work? Even I didn’t know.
“It says… processing required,” she murmured. “But the academy phone did bind to the card number. So… I guess it can still pay?”
Her voice was uncertain, and her expression was even worse.
She was supposed to start college as the pride of her family. Now she was kidnapped into the Witch School. Her parents had probably already been notified—in the worst possible way.
At least they didn’t know she was no longer a son.
And that brought the real fear: Would they still send her living expenses after this?
Probably…
Maybe…
She didn’t know.
“That’s good enough,” I told her. “As long as there’s money in the card, you can spend it. The academy system handles transactions differently from normal networks — this isn’t just app transfer like in my previous life. It’s true electronic credit movement.”
She nodded slowly. “…Yeah. I guess so.”
Then, after a quiet breath:
“Hey… do you know how much that spell testing place costs?”
Ah.
So she wasn’t worried about spending money now.
She was worried about whether she would continue having money.
If her parents cut her off… She would have to work.
And clearly—she had never worked a day in her life.
She didn’t even know where to start, let alone have the nerve to walk into shops and ask for part-time work.
Her face alone told the story.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “But spell testing requires targets, materials, and damage cleanup. It probably isn’t cheap.”
“Then… then I won’t go.” She shut the idea down instantly.
She had already begun mentally preparing for the possibility of zero support. She was calculating survival — quietly and desperately.
And then — I saw it, a flicker of something darker.
She remembered that senior, the one who brought her here. The one who had… suggested things.
Things she refused to even consider.No.
Not yet.
Only if she had no other choice.
That was written all over her face.
“Oh, we’re here,” I pointed ahead. “Just around the corner.”
But the spark of excitement she had earlier, the eager, reckless desire to try magic, was gone.
Something had shifted inside her.
“…Oh. Right. Let’s go,” she said, her voice flat.
She walked forward.
Not excited.
Not confident.
Not afraid.
Just… determined to survive.