The man in front of him calmly recited his name and surname. Professor Devin stared blankly at the door, swallowing hard.

"V-Viktor? How did you come back?"

He knew the royal family had declared Viktor innocent, which meant Viktor hadn't died.

Although he felt somewhat guilty, he remembered that he had taken over this class through proper channels, giving him a bit of confidence.

"What's the matter, Viktor?"

"Don't you know that the Chancellor has already issued a notice? I've taken over this class."

He deliberately invoked the Chancellor's name, looking smugly at Viktor.

Professor Devin thought that no matter how arrogant Viktor was, he wouldn't dare to make trouble with the Chancellor, after all, they were in the academy now, not in his territory.

So, he deliberately said:

"Viktor, remember your place. You're just a third-tier mage."

Viktor's face remained expressionless.

Due to the royal family's intentional concealment, the news of Viktor preventing the volcanic eruption hadn't been widely spread.

Such events of natural disasters, once spread, could easily cause panic among the people.

So this matter was only circulated among a few nobles and the royal family, which was enough.

The official explanation merely declared Viktor innocent, stating he had nothing to do with the volcano.

Under such public opinion guidance, apart from the mages present at the time, few people knew that Viktor was now a fourth-tier mage.

Devin Reiser before him was naturally one of those kept in the dark.

"Regarding you taking over my class, I'll reapply to the Chancellor later."

Hearing this, the students below lit up, all thinking the same thing:

"Finally, we don't have to listen to this pig's lectures anymore!"

"His lectures are really boring, and he even gets things wrong. Did he fill his brain with water?"

"Letting Devin teach? Don't joke! I could do better myself!"

In the minds of these excellent students, the difference between Devin and Viktor was like that between dog shit and perfection!

Professor Devin's face fell, and he let out a resentful "tch".

He had managed to snatch this class only because Viktor had 'disappeared'.

Now that Viktor was back, the class would naturally be given to Viktor, who was one tier above him.

This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

Devin had no way to stop Viktor now.

Viktor held up two fingers in front of him.

"Now, the second matter."

"When I left, I entrusted my teaching assistant to substitute for me."

"Where is she now?"

At this, Devin's eyes gleamed with smugness.

"Oh? You mean that dirty assistant of yours?"

"That disgusting bug who doesn't even qualify as a refugee, fit to teach? Haha! Don't joke!"

"As a professor, I have the right to give orders to assistants when you're not in the academy."

"What's wrong? I fired her. Do you have any objections..."

Boom!

Viktor's coat suddenly lit up with a fiery red glow, instantly engulfing the entire classroom.

An intense heat burst forth, and the temperature in the classroom suddenly skyrocketed.

Even the corridor felt the scorching heat.

A shockingly large molten lava hand instantly gripped Devin's neck, lifting him into the air.

It was like a pig being hung up, ready for roasting.

The students in the classroom were frozen in place, not knowing how to react.

The water in their cups began to sizzle and evaporate.

This was the second time they had seen Viktor take action.

This time, he was facing a mage who also held the title of professor.

And what did they see?

Professor Viktor, with just one move, rendered Professor Devin immobile...

This was simply...

"So cool!"

One student suddenly exclaimed, then quickly realized the surrounding environment might not be quite right, and hurriedly closed his mouth and lowered his head.

As a result, Viktor in front didn't show any reaction, but the surrounding students all nodded at him with approving expressions.

Professor Devin struggled incessantly, trying to pry open the lava hand with his fat fingers, but to no avail.

Suffocation, he was about to suffocate.

A strong sense of panic instantly rushed to Professor Devin's brain.

Like a fat pig about to be slaughtered, he frantically struggled, violently slapping at the lava giant hand, completely disregarding his hands being burned red.

Just as he was about to faint, Viktor released his grip.

Professor Devin sprawled on the ground, gasping for air, his head drenched in sweat. He looked up at Viktor in terror and shouted angrily:

"Viktor! You dare, you dare to intentionally harm someone in the academy!"

"Do you really dare to kill me?"

A flash of crimson passed through Viktor's eyes, and the lava giant hand instantly thickened by more than double.

"Why do you think I wouldn't dare?"

The giant hand gradually approached Professor Devin. The scorching temperature made him feel as if the air he was breathing in was about to tear his lungs apart.

Sweat, indistinguishable whether from fear or heat, rolled down his forehead.

The lava giant hand grabbed Professor Devin's collar, and Viktor brought him directly to his face, his tone grim.

"I won't kill you now."

"I hope the truth I see will save your life."

An unpleasant smell wafted over, and Viktor looked at Devin's now dry and shriveled crotch.

Whoosh!

A flame suddenly rose from his crotch, and Devin let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

His thing had been charred.

Under this unbearable pain, Devin finally fainted.

All the students shuddered, especially the male students.

The giant hand behind Viktor held Professor Devin like a dead pig.

Before leaving the classroom, he turned back and said coldly:

"This class, self-study."

"Yes, Professor Viktor!"

The voices in the classroom rang out in unison.

Viktor walked through the academy, the giant hand still holding Professor Devin behind him.

He walked aimlessly around the campus, as if publicly executing Professor Devin.

Wherever he went, everyone would give him a second look.

After all, walking around the academy in this state would attract attention at any time.

There was no shortage of students without classes at this time. They looked at this scene one by one, then hurriedly lowered their heads, afraid of being noticed by Viktor for their peeking.

"Damn! What the hell is that giant hand behind Professor Viktor? It's so fucking cool."

They had almost forgotten that the fat man being carried was Professor Devin, who just yesterday had mercilessly humiliated a small teaching assistant right here.

Of course they wouldn't remember.

No one would care about a small teaching assistant.

Even if such a thing happened yesterday, it would only become a topic of casual conversation over tea in the evening.

When bored, they would bring it up for a chat.

Talk about how pitiful that fired assistant was, how she was humiliated.

And then heartlessly sigh that if it were them, they might have long since given up on living in this country.

Viktor walked for about half an hour, touring almost half of the academy.

A voice came through the air.

'Professor Viktor, you've crossed the line.'

The magical ripples in the air made Viktor clearly understand.

This was the Chancellor's [Natural Sparrow].

The Chancellor had actively communicated with Viktor through [Natural Sparrow].

Viktor didn't respond verbally, but instead established a magical link in the air by comparing the magical ripples, actively connecting to [Natural Sparrow].

'This is the punishment he deserves.'

'I respect you greatly, Chancellor, so please don't interfere with my actions.'

The ripples in the air were silent for a long time.

Because just this skillful operation by Viktor made the Chancellor instantly realize.

Viktor had detected [Natural Sparrow].

'A twenty-nine-year-old... Saint Mage?'

'Lord Viktor. You truly surprised me.'

The ripples of the Natural Sparrow gradually dissipated.

'I understand what you want to know. Natural Sparrow has seen everything for us.'

'So, please allow me to request again, please don't get angry, don't vent your anger on innocent students.'

'When you're ready, please come to the Chancellor's office for a talk.'

The ripples in the air returned to calm.

Vega glanced at Viktor.

"Did you know that old man would come looking for you?"

"You deliberately did this to find out about that girl's whereabouts from the old man."

Viktor didn't respond to it, just continued carrying Devin towards the Chancellor's office.

"If you see something that makes you angry, what will you do?"

Viktor glanced at the unconscious Devin behind him, a hint of killing intent rising in his eyes, calm as a lake.

"Very good, I like your approach."

"Let's go, I'm also very interested in what this fat pig has done."