Chapter 396: Knight Academy City (Part 3)

“I really am a magic genius.”

Even Samimi admired herself.

But then came the new problem: she didn’t know a single high-level spell.

And high-level spells weren’t determined by the quality of the magic formula.

She had several legendary-tier spells, but they weren’t high-level.

The definition of a high-level spell was high mana consumption, long incantation, and great power—all three conditions had to be met.

But that actually didn’t matter.

Even without a high-level skill book, as long as she understood the principle, she could totally create such magic herself.

Just like the Magic Shield, it was a formula that naturally came into being once the conditions were right.

High-level magic only required knowing how to condense mana into a mass—simple as that.

Then just throw that chaotic mana mass out, and whether it killed the enemy was up to fate.

That was the good news.

She didn’t need to look for high-level formula skill books; she could just start practicing from scratch.

And she had actually already figured out how to activate a high-level formula.

It was her Holy Rose Phantom Sword.

This formula could be upgraded from a low-level one to a high-level one, as long as she poured more and more mana into it.

Of course, she had stolen this trick from the Holy Court Sword Saint.

After all, last time, she was struck down by the invincible Second Company Commander with a single sword blow, and then she ended up in the medical room.

Even though they were good sisters and on the same side, losing still left a grudge.

‘That 30-meter city-breaking dark sword aura—I still dream about it often. It’s both my sweet dream and my nightmare.’

Samimi recalled the battle back then, still savoring it endlessly.

She had accepted losing to the Gun Saintess, a top-tier combatant from the Otherworld.

If she could beat the Gun Saintess, she would basically be invincible.

The Gun Saintess was one of those absurdly strong, boring magic spearmen.

Her power was pure brute force—no special traits, no weaknesses, nothing interesting.

And then there was her good friend number two—the Sword Maiden.

Her Dark Mist power and her technique of controlling the Black Sword fascinated even Samimi.

Moreover, the Gun Saintess had already unlocked her Magic Domain, so her strength couldn’t increase anymore.

But the Sword Maiden was still at the half-step Domain stage and could still improve.

By the next time they met, the invincible Holy Knight Second Captain would surely become even more invincible.

But when that day came, Samimi would have to get her revenge.

Precisely because they were good sisters, they had to settle who was stronger.

Samimi gradually came to understand why the White-haired Witch, the Clown King Beibei, kept pestering her.

It was probably some twisted mentality like that, wasn’t it?

She realized she too had fallen into that kind of vortex.

So, her high-level magic was simple.

She would aim for condensing a 30-meter Holy Rose Siege Giant Sword.

Last time, Samimi could only form a three-meter-long Holy Rose Giant Sword.

She hadn’t gone all out, but that was the flying magic sword she considered to have the most balanced attributes.

However, high-level magic didn’t need balance.

It had to maximize destructive power and cause massive area damage.

Otherwise, how could it show what made it high-level?

‘Sigh. War is coming, so I’d better start practicing large-scale lethal high-level spells.’

She was just too realistic.

And speaking of war, that was the classic plot they couldn’t avoid in this Otherworld.

Although most light novels wrote wars like a pile of pus, this kind of plot was bound to happen—even here.

Samimi finished her thoughts sitting under the big pine tree by the training ground, then stood up abruptly with a determined look.

From now on, she just needed to intensify her training.

“Holy Rose Phantom Sword, activate.”

Black Samimi began a long attempt to condense an enormous amount of mana, pushing her basic attack formula to the limit.

“Triple Rose Wall, activate.”

On the other side, Samimi’s main body summoned her strongest defensive spell.

Thus, they sparred left and right, using the strongest flying magic swords to viciously stab the hardest magic shield.

But the idea was simple; the actual execution ran into too many details.

First, she had overestimated herself.

Although high-level formulas sounded simple, they really weren’t for everyone.

Also, her Briar Magic wasn’t a violent element; it didn’t have the destructive power of fire or lightning.

Simply enlarging the Holy Rose Phantom Sword wouldn’t cause much damage; it would only increase the power of a single strike.

She didn’t need a battering ram; she needed cluster bombs.

The Holy Court Dark Sword Saint’s Dark Mist Sword Qi could flexibly change direction, and he could control multiple Black Swords simultaneously to form an invincible reaping kill network.

But her Briar Magic didn’t have the flexible control that Dark Mist Magic had.

‘I kind of miss skill books now.’ Samimi sighed helplessly.

She understood why skill books were so expensive.

Because a skill book could perfectly coordinate all the details, and once learned, she could use it immediately—no need to fumble around like now, finding everything wrong.

But there was no choice; she had to adjust and adjust until she was satisfied.

It seemed that simply copying others’ skills wouldn’t work.

Everyone’s talent element was different; she couldn’t replicate it one-to-one. In the end, she had to walk her own path.

And so, Samimi fell into an endless hell of learning.

Every day, she developed high-level magic—her main body studied until her hair nearly fell out, and her Doppelganger practiced until it collapsed.

Meanwhile, Niubao was also diligently comprehending battle aura.

But during the day, she usually sat under the pine tree by the training ground, imitating mages by meditating—something she did quite convincingly, becoming a quiet cow.

In contrast, Samimi and Black Samimi were wreaking havoc on the training ground daily, causing massive disturbances and carving deep scars into the ground with their magic sword auras.

But now we can confirm that combat-oriented people could sometimes actually meditate.

Certain warriors with special abilities and physiques could gain new insights through meditation.

Niu Niu’s meditation must be cultivating her Shura Battle Qi.

Last time, when she fought the God of Fight and got beaten up, her battle aura hadn’t performed as expected.

It was still because she wasn’t skilled enough in using battle aura.

If she could use Asura Flash proficiently, she wouldn’t have ended up with so many lumps on her head. She could have at least held out for several dozen rounds.

In that battle, Minuo could clearly feel that the West Coast Fighting God hadn’t taken her seriously.

He treated the fight like a game, never respecting Niu Bao, and never going all out.

Otherwise, one punch would have flattened the cow head.

The old Niu Bao didn’t have so many emotions; she only knew how to eat.

Ever since Minuo felt the sorrow from the half-beast slaves, and now felt humiliation and turned it into motivation.