Beauty Brings Trouble, and Gandalf Had Muscles for Brains

Zhang Yang had so many complaints bottled up inside that he did not know where to begin, and it was making him feel rather stifled.

But to everyone else, Zhang Yang's flushed face made him look as though he were embarrassed.

"This is my sister's number."

Krah traced a string of digits in front of Zhang Yang with her finger. Then, pulling along the adorably clueless Pinochio, who had been watching her younger sister's performance, she winked at Zhang Yang and left.

"???"

When I typed question marks, it did not mean there was something wrong with me. It meant there was something wrong with you.

Watching their departing figures, Zhang Yang's eyes were filled with endless confusion.

Had he... just been flirted with?

Lowering his head, he glanced at the numbers on the ground and casually destroyed them.

"Ah!"

The rest of the class had been desperate to get those digits, but none of them dared approach Zhang Yang to copy down the number.

When they saw Zhang Yang casually erase the string of digits, all the male... no, a large number of female mage apprentices as well let out sighs.

"That was the contact information Goddess Krah gave him! I want it so badly!"

"Exactly! The legendary ice-and-fire sisters really are gorgeous."

"Even I think they're beautiful, and I'm a girl. Do you think God Zhang Yang will accept Miss Krah's invitation?"

"Definitely! If it were me, I'd be willing to break my own ribs and make soup for them!"

"Pfft... Take a look at yourself first!"

"You..."

"You what?"

"I..."

"I what?"

"..."

As they talked, the conversation suddenly veered in a strange direction.

Zhang Yang was unaffected. He closed his eyes and entered meditation while Mage Hamill had yet to arrive.

Before long, Mage Hamill, who was responsible for teaching basic spells, entered the classroom.

"Everyone here?"

Hamill's voice sounded stern. "Then let's begin."

"Today, we will study the foundation of all Kamar-Taj magic, as well as an important method you will rely on in the future."

Hamill said, "Watch my movements carefully."

As he spoke, Hamill revealed his right hand, which wore a Sling Ring. His left hand, which had been hidden within his broad robe, was exposed as well, shocking everyone.

Mage Hamill's left hand... no, he no longer had a left hand.

His arm ended at the wrist. His palm was missing!

Under the students' astonished gazes, Hamill seemed entirely used to it and began demonstrating.

They were the same movements Zhang Yang had learned earlier at the training grounds.

He demonstrated slowly and explained as he went. Although Hamill looked stern, his lessons were vivid and engaging.

At the very least, everyone remembered the sequence of movements, and someone succeeded on their first attempt, drawing energy from the multiverse and condensing a ring of light.

"Very good."

Hamill nodded at the student who had condensed the ring of light. "Keep practicing. Engrave the sensation of drawing energy from the multiverse into your bones. Once you can draw upon it freely without performing these movements, you will have passed."

"Next, you have thirty minutes for free practice."

Hamill sat down. "In thirty minutes, I will teach you a minor spell."

"Yes!"

All the apprentices answered in unison, Zhang Yang included.

Although he did not need to draw energy from the multiverse, since his own magic power was already sufficient, the powers of these dimensional realms all had different attributes. Using them in certain situations might produce unexpected results.

So he intended to practice. After all, one could never have too many tricks up one's sleeve.

Thirty minutes passed quickly. Everyone present had learned how to draw upon the power of the multiverse, and the more talented ones could even draw power from two or three dimensional realms.

"Now, let me teach you..."

Hamill awoke from meditation and had barely begun speaking when a voice from outside interrupted him.

"Which one of you is Zhang Yang?"

The voice was rough, sounding like that of a reckless brute.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Hamill's face darkened at a visible speed.

Clearly, he knew the owner of that voice.

Zhang Yang felt somewhat helpless. He did not know whether it was because of him or something else, but he had been at Kamar-Taj for less than two days and already encountered so many incidents.

Could it be that even O-A-A could no longer stand his handsomeness?

While Zhang Yang was mocking himself, the door was pushed open and a young man with messy, bird's-nest hair that somehow suited him walked in.

"Who's Zhang Yang?"

At the young man's question, everyone's gaze turned toward Zhang Yang in unison.

"Did Pinochio come looking for you just now?"

The young man's tone was aggressive. His eyes contained only Zhang Yang, completely ignoring the dark-faced Hamill beside him and the apprentices watching the show.

The way he seemed possessed by rage made him look nothing like a mage. He was more like a berserker from the Viking lands. "Tell me, what did you say?"

"..."

Having lived two lives, Zhang Yang was nearly sixty years old in total, yet he still could not resist the urge to roll his eyes.

It was obvious that this guy was one of Pinochio's pursuers. He had bristled the instant he heard that Pinochio had come looking for Zhang Yang.

Honestly, Zhang Yang could not be bothered with a spoiled child like this.

"You bastard..."

Seeing how completely Zhang Yang disregarded him, the young man flew into a rage. He opened a portal, took out a staff, and pointed it at Zhang Yang.

"That stance... Is he the legendary Mad Mage—Gandalf?"

"Gandalf? The one who studied swordsmanship from childhood, then discovered he had magical talent and transferred here from Hogwarts?"

"That's right. Rumor has it he likes fighting with a staff, and all his spells are buff-type. He's even more of a berserker than a Viking berserker."

"Gasp!!!"

"..."

Clearly, this young man's reputation at Kamar-Taj was anything but ordinary. At the very least, he had earned the title of Mad Mage.

What was a normal person's reaction to a child's provocation?

Ignore it.

That was what Zhang Yang did.

"You..."

Gandalf, who had never imagined he would receive such treatment, became furious. He raised the Living Tribunal Staff in his hand, ready to smash it down.

"Stop!"

Hamill, his face dark, could no longer endure it. He had not expected his disciple to be so reckless.

As one of Kamar-Taj's mid-level pillars, he knew exactly how important Zhang Yang was to the upper ranks. He had heard that the Sorcerer Supreme had once intended to personally guide him, only to abandon the idea for certain reasons.

And now this muscle-brained barbarian Gandalf dared attack Zhang Yang?

Had the world gone mad?

Hamill, as Gandalf's teacher, understood best how heavy Gandalf's staff was. The moment Gandalf raised it, he instinctively prepared to cast Expelliarmus, the exchange spell from Hogwarts.

But no matter how fast his voice was, it could not outrun Gandalf, whose brain contained nothing but muscles.

The Living Tribunal Staff came crashing down toward Zhang Yang's shoulder. The wind howled, proving that Gandalf's title of Mad Mage was no empty boast.

Mirror Dimension!

There was no time to chant. Hamill directly used Kamar-Taj's signature spell, separating Zhang Yang and Gandalf with the Mirror Dimension.

"?"

Gandalf was pulled into the Mirror Dimension, and the staff in his hand, enhanced with "Great Strength," "Heavy Strike," and "Ignore Defense," slammed heavily into the ground.

Boom!

The ground inside the Mirror Dimension cracked apart, and the staff, empowered by three stacked buffs, blasted out a deep crater.

For a moment, Gandalf, covered in dust, failed to react. His bewildered eyes looked around, only to discover his teacher standing there with a face as black as the bottom of a pot. He called out aggrievedly, "Teacher?!"

"You bastard!"

Seeing Gandalf's aggrieved expression, Hamill became even angrier. "You're about to graduate, and you've already forgotten Kamar-Taj's rules?"

"No attacking fellow students, no attacking ordinary people, no..."

Hamill's mouth fired like a machine gun, rattling on until class was nearly over. Then he noticed Gandalf was already nodding off and had not absorbed a single word.

"Get out!"

Hamill completely lost his patience. After dismissing the Mirror Dimension, he pointed toward the door. "Get out of here, now!"

"Teacher!"

Gandalf was startled by Hamill's suddenly raised voice. Knowing his teacher was angry, he instinctively prepared to leave, but then he saw Zhang Yang and his eyes reddened again. "I want to fight him!"

"Why?"

Hamill had a headache. Everything about this disciple of his was good, except his brain seemed a little inadequate.

But when he thought of how Gandalf had studied swordsmanship, horsemanship, and other skills since birth, then joined Hogwarts only to fail at understanding complicated magic because his brain was not up to it, taking two years just to learn a lighting spell, Hamill helplessly rubbed his temples.

"He talked to Pinochio!"

Gandalf's words were unexpectedly aggrieved. "So I want to fight him and decide who Pinochio belongs to."

"You..."

Hamill knew his disciple liked Pinochio from the old-witch class next door, but he had not realized Gandalf was this deeply infatuated. Someone merely spoke to Pinochio, and he got jealous?

"Are you a brainless gorilla with nothing but muscles?"

A voice filled with fury rang out. Everyone turned around and saw Pinochio, her face red with anger!

She had barely left when she heard that Gandalf had gone to trouble Zhang Yang. Enraged, she immediately dragged her younger sister over.

"Pinochio... I..."

When Gandalf saw Pinochio, it was as though he had seen his natural enemy. A burly man nearly two meters tall actually shrank his head like a quail. His lips moved, but he could not form a complete sentence.

"I, Pinochio."

The one-meter-seventy Pinochio stepped in front of the nearly two-meter Gandalf, raised her head, and said each word distinctly, "Have absolutely nothing to do with you!"

"We are merely members of the same team."

"Do!"

"You!"

"Under!"

"Stand!"

"Me?"

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