Meanwhile, back in the world with those humans, Benjamin still headed on up to the fifth floor. Slowly, but evidently, he tried to press on, but it grew tiring for him, as the muscles in his body tightened around him and beads of sweat rolled down his body.

How can ordinary humans put up with this tripe? As the magician continued to climb, he looked over and saw that it was only the third floor. How much longer will this go on?! He feared his legs would pass out!

But before Benjamin could potentially think of a way of finding the person who invented the stairs and cast a spell on them, a ding noise caught his attention as he glanced across the hallway.

Huh, did I hear something beneficial for me?

He turned to notice two guys coming out of some weird contraption that took them to this floor without any requirement of walking around. Now that’s something a real magician should ride!

“You there,” Benjamin spoke to the two of them. “That thing you were on earlier, what is that? It looked like a teleporting magic box.”

“Uh, an elevator?” The guy in the wheelchair replied.

“Do you not know what that is?” The other guy who pushed the chair questioned.

“No, of course not, I demand an explanation!” Benjamin shouted at the guy doing the pushing.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked.

“Magic? Do you guys know magic?”

“No, it shouldn’t be that hard to—”

“But I can’t think of anything like—”

“It’s please.”

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“Please?!”

“Sure, since you said it, but try it in a better tone next time?”

“Huh?”

“An elevator takes you from one floor to another in seconds. Push the buttons you see when you come in. However, only those who need it may go inside.”

“Wait, then how come you can go in there with no problem?”

“Because I’m with someone who needs it. Lazy schmucks like you can go to the one beside it, or take the stairs; it's good exercise, ya know.” The guy snickered as he walked off with the other guy in the chair.

I don’t like that guy. Benjamin glared at him until they both entered a room.

Benjamin decided it was no time to think about destruction, yet, he had to hurry to class, and that elevator was his ticket up to the highest floor without having his legs sprained. Of course, Benjamin could always use magic, but he didn’t want to risk getting caught by someone of little worth.

He turned his head in both directions of the hallway to make sure no one looked before reaching for the elevator button stuck on the wall. It took a while, but it eventually came down with a loud ding sound. As the door opened and Benjamin stood right in front of it, he found himself looking over, some stairs? You have to be kidding! Who puts stairs inside an elevator? And how did they do that!? Would these humans be desperate enough to pull this card!?

Fortunately for him, Benjamin looked over. A guy with crutches headed into an actual looking elevator, which had already opened up. He remembered that the other guy went in with someone who needed it, and so Benjamin decided to follow him inside before the doors closed. Benjamin pushed the five-button for the fellow elevator man, as he had to go to that floor as well. He thought this couldn’t be a coincidence, but saved time and helped both of them as they waited.

Gravity pushed him down as the elevator rose two floors. Benjamin wondered what kind of magic caused this. The other guy just looked at him with a confused look on his face. Eventually, the doors opened, and they both got off, heading towards their classes. The dark magician noticed the guy was a door closer to where he needed to go and struggled to open the door. Benjamin decided that since the boy was of help to him, being the magician that he was, he would open the door for him.

As he did that, however, complete with the man thanking him for his kindness, Benjamin realized something was amiss.

Wait a minute; what am I doing? I shouldn’t be doing this; I have a crucial task to do! Benjamin paced the halls in a state of panic. What kind of a dark magician am I? I’m the worst!

He desperately needed to hightail it to class; Benjamin ran but then stopped upon realizing that his room was next door. He got ready in position and smiled before opening the door. Now it’s time to show them what he’s got; it's showtime.