Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 233 I'm meeting my first love... for the second time?

(POV: Lumiere)

Anastasia's voice thundered through the room. "That shouldn't be possible!" she shouted, her eyes wide.

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at Anastasia.

"Careful there," I said with a smile, "you almost look impressed."

Anastasia's face flushed with indignation as she hooked her hands on her hips and defiantly plopped back down into her seat. "I'm not," she retorted, crossing her arms in front of her decently sized breasts.

Undeterred by her protest, I turned my gaze towards the window.

With a swift motion of my hand, I unleashed twelve water balls, each following a perfectly straight trajectory.

The students watched in shock as they hung momentarily in the air before defying the laws of their oh so precious magic system, curving and intersecting their paths until they merged into a colossal sphere of water.

Aidan, unable to contain his disbelief any longer, interrupted the silence that enveloped the room. "That... that can't be possible," he stammered.

Luna was flabbergasted. "A water ball spell shouldn't be able to do that," she said.

I casually shrugged before them.

"You've all been claiming to be big shots in magic. But anyone who can bypass our restrictive system of magic is the actual big shot."

Silence settled over the classroom.

The students exchanged surprised glances, their minds racing to absorb this new paradigm-shattering information.

Satisfied with their newfound quietude, I clapped my hands together, the sound echoing through the room.

"Alright, let's begin. For my modern magic system we can establish the following correlation: mana points, or MP, can be equated to mental concentration and magic nature. So, a higher level of mental concentration and a stronger affinity with a magic nature would require fewer mana points to cast spells."

They continued watching.

"How much MP do you guys think I used for that spell?" I asked.

Aidan counted twelve water balls on his fingers.

"A water ball spell costs about 65 mana points so twelve tim—"

"Wrong, you idiot."

Aidan hooked. "Nghk!" he uttered.

"I only used 100 mana points.

Everyone was shocked, so much so that they couldn't speak.

I began writing on the board:

『 Let's focus on the water ball spell. Previously, it required 65 MP to cast. However, with the proposed alternative method using mental strength, we can potentially reduce the mana cost of this spell.

Introducing a formula to calculate the required mana points for a specific spell, taking into consideration mental strength and the complexity of the shape.

Let's denote the mental strength as MS and the complexity factor as CF.

So,

Mana points required (MP) = (Base MP requirement) - (MS x CF)

The base MP requirement represents the minimum mana points required to cast the spell using traditional methods.

With this formula, as an example, the revised mana points required for a water ball spell is:

MP_required_water_ball = Base_MP_water_ball - (MS x CF_water_ball)

where Base_MP_water_ball is the initial 65 MP requirement, and CF_water_ball represents the complexity factor of shaping the water into the desired ball shape. 』

My students were eagerly taking notes, hungry for more knowledge.

"Basically, instead of relying solely on [Water Magic], I use a little something called [Mana Manipulation]. It allows me to break down the very fabric of elemental manipulation."

The skill wasn't on my status because it wasn't an actual skill registered into the World System.

"By utilizing [Mana Manipulation], I can manipulate different elements and change their magic nature," I continued, my hand outstretched before me for emphasis. "Watch closely."

I conjured a water ball that soared through the air towards the open classroom window. Just when it seemed like a regular water ball, it suddenly underwent a transformation. It shifted its magic nature, turning into a blazing fireball that crackled with intense heat.

The room erupted in gasps and murmurs of shock.

I stroked my chin thoughtfully, quite pleased with myself.

"Well, that took a bit more time than expected," I admitted smugly.

"No way!" Luna exclaimed.

"T... That goes against everything we've been taught... about magic," said Elise, stammering on every letter.

Lance, who had been silently observing the entire scene, looked somewhat displeased that the attention was focused solely on me.

He was jealous for some reason.

What? Not enough screen time?

"You changed the entire concept of a spell after casting it," said Lumila.

"Oh, Iook who's stating the obvious now," I mocked her playfully.

"This is crazy..." Anastasia mentioned.

"Just because someone with the title of God claims it's impossible, doesn't mean it actually is. The Gods, my friends," I paused, tapping my temple with a finger, "are often the biggest idiots."

Laughter erupted from the students, their spirits lifted.

After a moment, I stretched my limbs and declared, "Class dismissed!"

I made my way towards the classroom door.

It was better to leave these idiots in shock.

...

Outside the classroom, I found myself face to face with a flat-chested young woman, her chestnut brown hair cascading around her slender shoulders. Her sapphire blue eyes held a some curiosity as she studied me, her expression guarded.

Sensing the need for introductions, I waved at her gently and said, "Yo!"

To my surprise, she returned the gesture with a wave of her own and asked, "And who might you be? A student, perhaps?" Her eyes flickered up and down, sizing me up.

Chuckling lightly, I shook my head and replied, "Actually, I'm the new magical engineering teacher."

Her eyes widened in astonishment.

"Oh," she murmured, her features softening.

She was undeniably stunning, her flawless skin and graceful figure captivating me in an instant.

With a small bow, she apologized for her tardiness.

"Sorry I was late, I'm the current magical engineering teacher... I'm honestly glad you got here in time for their classes."

My senses briefly faltered as I stood frozen, taking in the realization that she was the very person I was supposed to work with.

Her name floated to the surface of my mind, and I managed to croak, "Lucretia?"

A sheepish smile tugged at her lips as she tilted her head up, her long braided hair cascading down her back. She playfully scratched her head with a finger and admitted, "Well, it seems like you've already got me figured out."

Taking a hesitant step forward, I found myself drawn closer to her.

It was a magnetic pull I couldn't resist.

Without rational thought, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, the intensity of my actions taking us both by surprise.

My tongue sought entry into her mouth, fiercely exploring.

Almost immediately, she jerked away, her voice rising in protest.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Her words were punctuated by a swift slap across my cheek, the stinging sensation jolting me back to reality.

The shocked expression in her eyes mirrored my own.

I stood there, my hand gingerly touching my stinging cheek.

"Ouch," I muttered, soothing the burning sensation.

Turning back to Lucretia, I cleared my throat and apologized for my earlier blunder.

"I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lum—"

Before I could finish my sentence, the classroom doors swung open, and a herd of enthusiastic students burst out, their voices echoing through the hallway.

"Professor! Professor!" they chanted in unison, beckoning me to come teach them more.

Lucretia chuckled, stepping in front of me.

"Well," she began, addressing the eager students. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'll be a little busy with your professor here for a while."

Curiosity sparked in Luna's eyes as she stepped forward, her hands on her hips.

"Why, Miss Lucretia? What's going on?"

Lucretia grinned, her lips stretching into a sly smile.

"Oh, you know, just some important business to settle with this pervert."

Lance, not one to shy away from mischief, blurted out, "What? Like, in the bedroom, Auntie? For shame!"

He may have sounded serious, but all the while his eyes were on his reflection on the mirror.

Suddenly, Lucretia's eyes widened in horror.

She glanced at her reflection in a nearby glass and gasped.

"Oh no, my lipstick!"

In a rush, she extended her hand towards my face, smearing her light red-stained fingers across my lips in an effort to remove any trace of her makeup blunder.

Startled, I coughed and choked, swiping at my mouth in a futile attempt to regain my breath. "Lucretia," I managed to say between coughs, "I think there's a better way to clean this up."

Lance raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile playing on his face.

"Aunt Lucretia, I think you misunderstood. I didn't mean in a literal sense."

Lucretia's cheeks flushed, realizing the unintended innuendo she had created.

She playfully swatted Lance on the arm.

"Oh, hush, you. That's not what I meant at all."

I tried to interject, attempting to regain control of the situation.

"Listen, students, if you could just wait for a moment—"

But Lucretia cut me off, her voice firm. "Oh, just shut it, not a word from you idiot.."

Honestly Lumiere,

You have 0 rizz.