Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Muggle Takes Flight
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Rore couldn't believe his eyes.
The arrogant commoner freshman who claimed he could fly using his flying craft.
Of course, he'd thought it was impossible. Even casting 4th-circle spells was a stretch for a freshman—flying on top of that?
Flying wasn't just about chanting a spell.
Hell, even Rore hadn't managed actual flight with that craft yet.
“President... that bastard's really a total newbie at this, right?”
“Y-Yeah, I think so?”
And yet Ian had taken the flying craft and gotten it airborne.
Of course, it still wasn't true flight.
He hadn't climbed aboard yet—just testing control from the ground.
Riding it yourself was on a whole different level of difficulty.
But even ground control was insane for a freshman.
Ian approached Rore and the club president, having succeeded with the craft.
“Think I can hop on now?”
“Ian. You're really a beginner? How's a freshman handling that...”
“I am a beginner, but I told you I could do it.”
“Hmph.”
The club president—who'd been dead set against it moments ago—went silent.
He'd figured Ian was just lashing out after being dissed.
But now? It felt like the kid might actually pull it off.
If Ian crashed and got hurt, club funding was toast.
But now the real worry was Rore.
If Ian nailed it, Rore would have to call a freshman “senior”—and hand over the craft he'd slaved over for months.
Obviously, a craft like that was insanely expensive. Very, very, very expensive.
You couldn't build one from random wood or metal.
Normal stuff either shattered under magic or refused to obey the caster's will.
Mana-affine woods and metals were a must for real flight.
And those? Pricey as hell. Even mid-tier nobles had to save allowance and grants for months to afford one.
“Hey, Rore! Apologize while you still can! You know how much cash you dumped into that thing?!”
Now it was Rore who needed reining in.
That ballsy freshman had just proven success was on the table.
Pull it off for real, and Rore was out months of work and a fortune.
“A-Apologize? Fuck that. Why the hell to some commoner shit? Lifting it off and riding it are worlds apart anyway. Go on, try it. Fall and croak. Fail, and you're out of the club.”
But Rore's pride was ironclad.
Especially when it came to commoners—no way he'd bow.
The club president smacked his forehead.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Ian fails and breaks something? Funding axed.
Ian wins the craft? Rore throws a nuclear meltdown. He could already picture it.
“Haa... fuck it. Do whatever. I'm washing my hands of this.”
Why's this idiot so goddamn selfish?
The president finally threw in the towel.
Honestly? Ian succeeding was the lesser evil.
One pissed-off member beat the whole club tanking over lost funds.
Running a club in this academy of ego mages? Nonstop migraines.
“Then watch closely.”
Ian scowled at Rore's bullshit and headed off to fly.
“Don't sweat it, President. No way he pulls it off. Lucky hover ain't riding. You catch him if he drops. I don't want the club dead over his corpse or whatever.”
“The guy who doesn't want the club dead is the one who started this shitshow? Just let it go already...”
“Fuck, how'm I supposed to swallow a commoner pulling this crap? Fuckin' hell.”
“Commoner or not, once you're in the academy... Haa. Fine.”
The president shook his head and zeroed in on Ian.
No time for this backstabbing clubmate.
Gotta be ready to catch Ian if he ate shit. Funding on the line.
And Ian mounted the craft.
Rore's canoe-shaped beauty bobbed gently into the air.
Gulp—
Rore's throat bobbed hard beside him.
Tough talk aside, he was sweating it. What if the kid actually flew?
Ian nailed the levitation spell.
But that was it—the craft pitched wildly up and down right away.
“Ha! Haha! Told ya! Can't hack it? Think riding's a cakewalk?”
Rore jabbed a finger and howled with laughter.
The president tensed harder.
Focused a catch-spell, ready for the plummet.
Brought a safety artifact too—just in case. Pricey, but beats a lawsuit.
“Hurry up and drop, you fuck!”
“Haa... Rore...”
I climbed aboard the flying craft.
Canoe-shaped, with just enough room in the middle for one rider.
Cocky as I was, the real deal had my nerves firing.
One last gallery poll?
Nah. They'd already dropped every pro tip.
Asking this? Pathetic.
Even against that taboo mage, I'd felt it: time to toughen up solo.
Chayuri said it'd fly fine.
Guy's calc speed was nuts.
[Process for Forming Static Buoyancy]
Slowly ramp output for the levitation calc.
The craft lifts off with a gentle bob.
Wobble—
Wind? My shifts? Whatever—it's swaying side to side.
Instinct screamed for [Stable Descent] to steady it, but no dice.
Static buoyancy wasn't locked in yet.
Riding was way trickier than ground puppeteering.
Not plummeting yet, though.
I locked onto floating, balancing via body sense—like no-hands biking.
Then,
Whoosh—!
Balance slips. Body jolts. Magic focus shatters.
Output surges wild.
Craft and I blast upward like a water rocket—pop!
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
Ground vanishes. Clouds rush close.
Glancing past height sends my legs to jelly.
Academy buildings? Suddenly palm-sized specks.
“Grab it grab it grraaaaaaaab!!”
I yelled at myself.
Output haywire—altitude exploding.
Peak terror, eyes squeezed, mind razor-focused.
Slowly—so slowly—dial back power. Descend.
Whole body sweating bullets, muscles locked to keep from flipping.
Swoooo...
Mind settles. Altitude drops.
Post-panic? Output control clicks perfect.
Life-or-death vibes sharpening me up.
Now [Stable Descent] tames the shakes too.
[Simple Method for Acceleration Control]
Swoosh—the craft edges forward.
No speed runs. Just fly clean.
[Light Propulsion for Turns] to shift left/right.
Soon I'm cruising over the club crew at solid speed.
Like boating through thin air.
Canoe cleaving atmosphere.
Cool breeze crashing like waves, chilling my heat.
“Whoa! Hahahaha! Nailed it! I'm flying!!”
Figured broom-only flying forever.
But damn, this debut soar? Electric. The raw thrill of flight.
And yeah, I get it now.
Broom's gotta be tougher than this.
Honest? Canoe's stable AF.
Still, broom's non-negotiable.
Practice? Got faith. Baby steps.
Landed smooth before Rore's despair-face post-success.
“U-Ugh... s-sorry... I'm sorry! I'll apologize—just give back the craft! You have no idea how much remaking it costs!”
“Hey now. That how you talk to your senior?”
“F-Fuck... p-please!”
I poked the grand-prostrating Rore's gut.
Dude's muscle beat girls'—pose rock-solid.
Started denial, mumbling costs, then folded into full bow.
Turns out materials were premium.
This baby cost a mint.
Hence the “craft back at least” plea.
Stubborn on the commoner bow... till wallet screamed.
If that mattered, don't start shit.
Bet's a bet, though—my junior now. Seniors call shots.
“Sorry. No can do. Broom build first. Leftovers? Yours.”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Nooooo!!!”
Senior-ed that club vet proper. Bailed the clubroom.
Flight sesh ate the day—night now. Late chow, gallery dive.
[Title: Kim Muggle That Bastard Finally Bit It]
Author: Anon
This dumbfuck gets all "good job good job" and tries flying,
No gallery login? Jerking off claiming he could till he cratered. Fuck.
Who's spilling academy tea now?
Mamathong and Chazhengyas lore—who's dropping it?!
Right? Told him quit noob-posting.
You're the one popping off most lol
Dude's dead and academy tea's priority lol
Aw, shit—gave tips for nothing. Actually dead?
Told ya—why spill methods? Copied and croaked.
Wtf redhead + mamathong XXX lore??
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Fuck, told him quit bitching.
Lulu-chan sobs uncontrollablyㅠㅠㅠㅠ (magic girl sob meme)
[Title: He Was a Good Muggle]
Author: Anon
(Meme: funeral with imagined Kim Muggle pic upfront)
Aaah... He was a good muggle.
He's gone...
Stuffed his coffin with fat noob cash...
Told the fool—don't fly like that.
I'll guard mamathong...
Redhead's mine to protect...
Spill more student prez tea before ya go...
Gallery already held my funeral.
And wtf with that imagined pic? I ain't that ugly. What do they take me for?
Toyed with trolling back, but nah—brag the flight.
That sky-high rush? God tier.
[Title: Muggle Flies-]
Author: Kim Muggle
(Video: canoe-flight glory)
Thx Efficiency bro lol—flew thanks to ya
Output control tricky af but got the feel, nailed it
Endgame brain-melt from nonstop calcs tho
Senior-ed that shit-talking club vet lol
Bonus: snagged his craft
Materials stupid pricy—saved bank lol
Broom build next lol
?????
You alive!?
Alive—but muggle... flew?
? You did it?
Flying ain't hard tbh;
Real flight?!
Bull—first-try flight? Not just a spell, flight?
Oooh shit, actual flight? Holy fuck lololol
For realz? Ghost Kim Muggle? Back from grave!!
This... is genuinely astonishing.
Didja...?
Not fake vid right?
Broom next lmao delusion
Was it doable fr lololol
Ain't nothin brute force can't crack.
Wtf... legit no explanation
Just hollow laugh. Two brains or what
Glad ur alive fuck—thought no more mamathong chazhengyas!!
That one's off-limits even alive lol;
Bragged in gallery—pure disbelief spam.
They fed the tips! Shock leveled to “impossible.”
“Heh heh. Told ya I could fly.”
Ate dinner, caught up on backlog.
Flight aggro = mad upvotes, aggro post done.
Deep-dove old threads.
Dorm, shower, bed—then it hit late.
“Oh yeah—didn't post gallery on the banquet.”
Forgot: student prez partner pitch, Hisenna date-lock.
No need spilling everything.
But prez motives? Worth chewing.
Ditched over spotlight fear,
But why me? Sketchy.
Banquet drama possible too.
Dropped a thinkpiece post...
Comment section detonated instantly.
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