Mightiest Melee Magician Chapter 2


**Chapter 002 The ‘Miracle’ that I Witnessed**

The ‘miracle’ I witnessed started from a major accident caused by a trivial reason.

I almost died.

Just a few days ago.


Just like now, my name at that time always had the word ‘worst’ attached to it.

“Luin, it’s your turn.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Cast a Fireball and hit that scarecrow over there.”


An easy spell that any student attending an academy can handle.

Even if one cannot master the 2nd class, anyone who can feel the heat of their mana and the element of fire can cast it.

I was no exception.

I spread my palm wide and manipulated my mana.



As if to signify the size of my once-regarded talent, a Fireball larger and more powerful than anyone else’s rose above my palm.

It drew gasps of awe from some corners.

But that was it.


When I try to release this Fireball, my innate problem becomes apparent.


Whenever I try to ‘release’ a Fireball, various obstacles that never existed before overwhelm me.

Sweat beads on my forehead, and a noxious bile that seems about to pour out accompanies a sudden wave of dizziness.


“It won’t work.”

My magic had been problematic for 6 years.

“Just release it already.”

“I… I can’t let go of it.”

It was always like this.

Professor Heidel, responsible for combat magic, looked at the Fireball which was clinging to my palms as if they were glued together and said with a cold glance.

“Luin, it’s already been 6 years since you entered the academy. This year is your graduating class, right?”

“But you won’t be able to pass the graduation test if you can’t do such a basic thing. It’s a definite failure.”


A definite failure.

The original exam required creating 10 Fireballs and simultaneously hitting 10 scarecrows with them.

But since I couldn’t even release a single Fireball, failing was certain.

At this rate, there’s no way I can enter the Tower of Mages or become a court wizard…

I won’t even graduate.

I’ll never become a magician.

Damn it all.

But I couldn’t say anything.

“…I’ll practice more.”

That’s all I could say.

“I know.”

I know better than anyone.

That this is not something that can be improved with practice.

But there are no other words I can say.

If the day comes when I can’t even say this,

Then all the sweat and tears I’ve shed over the past 6 years will all disappear.


Professor Heidel lightly shook his head, gesturing with his hands that I was free to leave.

“Then… I’ll go now.”

I bowed my head and turned around.

At the same time, uncomfortable gazes poured down on me.

They seemed to be telling me with their eyes.

‘The academy’s dummy.’

‘What’s a wizard with a release disorder thinking?’

‘Just get out already.’

Why do I feel like I’ve committed a crime?

What did I do wrong?

Did I harm them in any way?


If forced to pick one, I’ve only triggered their vile emotions.



For the reason of once being called a ‘magical prodigy’ despite coming from an insignificant provincial nobility.

For the reason of even surpassing the heirs of prestigious families and entering the academy as ‘top of the class.’

These haloes had disappeared, and although my wings were broken, plunging me from the heights, everyone in the academy harbored animosity against me.

This was the starting point of the accident.

As soon as I left Professor Heidel’s line of sight, some barely concealed their hostility towards me.

No, they aggressively started picking a fight.

“Luin. Isn’t it about time you packed your bags? Isn’t it?”

“Do you know what the juniors call you? ‘Dummy Luin.’ It’s so embarrassing to be in the same year…

Every time this happened, I suppressed my hostility internally.

I tried to put up with it as much as I can.

Every time I confronted them, I always ended up on the losing side.


“Don’t embarrass the seniors, why don’t you just go back home? To that ‘renowned countryside estate’ of yours. Heh-heh.”

“Oh, that territory that can’t even be seen on a map?”

“I only found out there was a house called ‘Ardel’ when I came here.”

Because I was the lowest underdog outside of school.

Here lies the academy that nurtures ‘magicians,’ the core of power within the kingdom.

Most of these assembled here are the children of those who hold power.

Compared to that, our family has no connection with power at all, just a small country nobility.

Obviously, we weren’t even a match.


All I have to do is endure it.

The insults they throw at me.

Even if the sweat and tears I’ve shed over the past 6 years get pointed fingers at.

If I just endure now, nothing will happen.

But there’s one thing they overlooked.

“I asked my father about the head of the Ardel family previously, and he said that they are ‘dumbasses who act high and mighty but have nothing to show for it’.”

“Oblivious, with an excessive pride. That’s why they’re rotting away in that countryside.”

“Like father, like son. They should know their place. A magician, seriously?”

“Wants to sell his son as a wizard to climb up the ladder, must be out of his mind.”


Because they have nothing to do with power, they could afford to be more reckless—

They should have only meddled with ‘me’.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around, heading towards the guy who was snickering at the front.

My steps quickened.

Is this what it feels like when blood surges backward?

“You should have kept your mouth in check.”


And without hesitation, I thrust my fist into the jaw of the guy who had carelessly spoken about my ‘father.’



With the sound of his nose getting crushed, he fell to the ground clutching his nose.

Red blood oozed from his knuckles.

“Bl… blood, bl-blood…!”

Overwhelmed by the sight of blood, the guy looked up at me with a half-crazy gleam in his eyes, igniting his temper.

“This bastard!”

He hadn’t imagined that I would dare to attack him.

They must be so high and mighty.

His name was Ben Folt, wasn’t it?

I don’t care anymore.

Whether they’re children of some baron or not, it doesn’t matter anymore.

I looked down at Ben Folt and asked.

“Say it again. What about my father?”

Luin Ardel

My name, which has pride but no talent to speak of.

This is one of the reasons why they can’t stand me.

Because even though I’m weak, I never succumb.

“You, you… this bastard! Do you know who we are!”

A chubby one from behind charged at me.

A pathetic movement, likely never having properly used his body except for eating.

On the contrary, I’ve always trained hard to overcome my ‘mana release disorder’.

I lightly shifted my shoulder, deflecting his punch and then drove my fist into his bloated belly.

Thump, thump!

“Cough, cough…”

This chubby one, who knelt on the ground spitting saliva, was from a baronial house if I recall…

I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.

If I was going to think twice about it, I wouldn’t have done it in the first place.

I quickly pulled back my fist and turned my head to the next opponent.

That’s when it happened.

“…this bastard… how dare you hit me…?”

“Are you now…”

Ben Folt.

The guy who’d first been hit by me and got his nose shattered was now raising his hands above his head, his eyes almost turning inside out.

From his hands, blue mana energy was squirming.

It was a casting motion.

I muttered in disbelief at the sight.

“Lightning Bolt…?”

Has he completely lost his mind?

Using magic inside the academy is strictly forbidden, except during class time and in designated training areas.

Doing so would result in disciplinary action.

Even more so if someone is targeted with it.

Naturally, expulsion.

But, he seemed to be set on it, as if none of it mattered, grasping the writhing lightning in his hand as he said.

“You release disorder peasant…


An emotion I’ve never felt before overwhelmed me.

My thought processes felt about half their usual speed.

My hands and feet felt frozen, unable to move.

A strange emotion.

It was undoubtedly fear.

Fear of death!

But before I could recognize the fear, a flashing blue flame had sparked in front of me.


“Stop it this instant!”

Professor Heidel’s shout could be heard from somewhere, but by then, my body was already floating high in the air, and in an instant, my vision was flipped 180 degrees.


I hit the ground and lost consciousness.

《You are the incarnation of the world destroyer, Draka.》

《The artifact ‘Player’ has been activated.》

《Status window has been unlocked.》

I had a dream.

Someone in a robe looked down at me, his eyes burning red.

When he stroked my head, I inexplicably felt comforted.

Like he had been watching over me for a very long time.

He seemed to ask me.

“Are you alright?”


I woke up.

At the same time, I woke up from my dream, and a white marble ceiling came into view, and the faces of the man in a robe and a blond woman in her 30s flashed by.

“Are you coming to your senses?”

The one who asked me was Helen.

A high-ranking recovery magician at the Ignite Magic Academy.

I barely opened my tightly shut mouth and spoke.

“Where… am I?”

“You’re in the recovery room. Don’t stand up; just lie down.”

The recovery room at the academy.

I lay in the bed, and beside my head was a small mana stone engraved with dot healing magic.

I pressed hard against my eyelids with my hands.

‘Did… I faint?’

Apparently, I had fainted after being hit by magic during the fight with Ben Folt.

I asked the recovery magician Helen.

“…How long have I been lying down?”

“Half a day…or almost a full day.”


“Fortunately, it was nothing worse. Truly, the heavens were on your side.”

Helen continued.

It was a miracle I hadn’t died instantly after taking a Lightning Bolt to the face.

Professor Heidel had rushed to perform emergency healing magic on me and brought me here.

“How’s my condition? Am I… alright?”

Helen tilted her head at my question.

“We need to see more details but… so far, so good. No, rather, too good to be true.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ah, don’t get me wrong. Just… It’s strange that someone hit by a Lightning Bolt head-on is in such perfect shape. No injuries, no physical damage, no burns. No organ damage. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“If it sounded like I wanted you to be hurt, I’m sorry.”

Helen was telling the truth.

In the window reflection, my appearance looked as if I’d just woken up from a nap.


A Lightning Bolt is a fearful spell that burns skin and shatters organs in a flash.

The emergency healing spell that Professor Heidel cast on me was only a stopgap—it wouldn’t aid wound recovery.

Especially not severe burns.


“Whoa! Don’t move so rashly.”

I tested my body by waving my arms, bending my waist, jumping off the bed.

I was in perfect condition.

As if nothing had happened.

‘How can this be…?’

I couldn’t fathom it.

Looking at Helen, clearly baffled, she pushed me back down into the bed.

“You seem fine, but you need to rest first. Understood?”


“Professor Heidel has been called, he’ll be here soon. Rest until then.”

“Thank you.”

I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes quietly.

The recent events clearly came back to me.

When my father’s name came up, I saw nothing but black.

Unable to contain my boiling blood, the fight ensued.

The punching.

And… the Lightning Bolt.

An accident that had escalated far too much.

Simultaneously, I reflected on the extreme fear I had experienced for the first time.

‘I was really close to dying…’


I thought it was a distant issue.

But I was mistaken.

Death was very close.

So close, one never knows where it might spring from.

‘My father will likely hear about this…’

Surely, a report will go in.


My head is cluttered.

‘Helen was right.’

What I needed now was rest, as Helen said.

I tried to erase the thoughts and closed my eyes again.

I tried to fall asleep, but the timing was off.

“Cough cough.”

I opened my eyes at the familiar clearing of the throat above my head.


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