Genius Gamer Reborn into a Family of Heroes

Chapter 93

The Dullard, Deis

Though psychokinesis lacked practical utility, it was considered a very effective magic for developing one’s “mana control ability.”

Since even lifting a single object required breaking into a serious sweat, it wasn’t a favorite subject among students. However, due to its significant benefits for mana training, it was classified as a mandatory course.

Harang had never learned psychokinesis before, and it was said that it was extremely rare for someone his age, a senior in the eighth grade, to not have mastered telekinesis by that point.

Even though psychokinesis was a very basic form of magic, Harang had learned the study of magic through [Skill Book Acquisition] in a flawed and incomplete manner, leading to gaps in his knowledge, especially in finer details.

“Alright. You may have only enrolled this year, but by now, you should have already become fairly proficient in basic psychokinesis from external training.”

Professor Sael, despite being scolded by Ailka Willed earlier, continued the lesson with a calm demeanor, befitting of a professor at Arniel.

“However, just as each family or mage has their own method of controlling mana, Arniel’s psychokinesis operates under a completely different principle. Those of you from noble families who pre-studied at Worspia’s preparatory academies may have already noticed, but at Arniel, the focus of mana control is placed on the object itself, not on oneself.”

Worspia’s preparatory academy was not a place just anyone could attend. In fact, there was even a separate academy that prepared students just for getting into Worspia, known for its high academic cutoffs and expensive tuition fees.

Thus, most of the students seated in the classroom didn’t fully understand what Professor Sael was talking about.

“Focusing the mana on the object?”

“How does that even work?”

“Hmm, well, I think I get the gist from the professor’s demonstration. I’ve learned something similar before, like Targeting Raise….”

“Ah! Right, that’s the principle!”

“It’s such a simple concept. It’s so simple that it’s actually genius….”

“I’m so glad I came to Arniel.”

Harang sat with his fingers interlocked, listening intently to the conversation between the professor and the students.

‘What the hell are they talking about?’

Having learned magic in a half-baked manner, Harang couldn’t make sense of most of the discussion.

“Alright, have you all got the feel for it? Since you’re all talented enough to enroll at Arniel, I expect this will be fairly easy for you. Let’s jump straight into the practical exercise!”

The exercise was straightforward.

They were supposed to place a hook through a ring set on top of their desk, then twist and spin the ring to tie a knot with a string.

‘…….’

Harang’s expression turned serious.

Typically, in an introductory psychokinesis class, the first task would be to lift a simple object.

But to start with such a high-level psychokinesis exercise?

Naturally, Arniel was a school that quickly advanced through even higher-grade material, given that it catered to students who had received the best external education. However, Harang simply couldn’t keep up with this pace.

However, despite him lagging behind, the practical exercise continued indifferently.

Clink!

“Ah, Lady Ailka has already succeeded!”

Less than five minutes after the practice began, the first person to succeed appeared.

It was none other than Ailka Willed.

Next was Zelka Ainglass, who had been grumbling with his arms crossed, complaining about why he had to participate in such a low-level class. With a simple flick of his index finger, he succeeded immediately.

It didn’t seem to be a difficult task for him.

Clink! Clink!

“I did it too!”

“Just barely, but I managed it!”

Since psychokinesis was taught from the moment one began studying magic, the students, though slow, managed to complete Professor Sael’s task.

Of course, more than half of the students were still struggling, unable to properly tie the hook with the string. It was because adapting to this new method was unexpectedly challenging.

Even using the traditional method of psychokinesis, such delicate movements were inherently difficult, causing many students to break out in a cold sweat.

Amidst these struggling students…

Harang was staring intently at the ring, as if locked in a staring contest with it.

It was only natural that Professor Sael, walking around the classroom observing the students’ progress, would furrow his brows.

Given what had happened earlier, he assumed Harang was being rebellious.

“Deis, aren’t you going to participate in the practice?”

Regardless of the earlier incident, students were required to follow the professor’s instructions during class.

That was Arniel’s rule.

If Harang continued to defy instructions without a valid reason, he could be expelled from the class.

“Do you have an issue with my class?”

Harang shook his head. He had been thinking the entire time about what he should do, but in the end, there seemed to be only one answer.

“I’ve never learned psychokinesis.”

“…What?”

It was the first time in his teaching career at Arniel that Professor Sael had heard such an absurd statement, and he couldn’t help but let out a dumbfounded sound.

This school was known to be the best in the world, a reputation well-earned. Naturally, the students who came here were of an incredibly high caliber, and having at least a basic understanding of psychokinesis was a given.

This wasn’t some no-name school in a backwater village—this was Arniel, the finest of all academies…

And someone here didn’t know how to use psychokinesis?

“…Hah.”

At first, he felt bewildered.

It was absurd and unbelievable.

But then, a subtle smile crept up on his face.

Whether it was a lie or the truth…

Didn’t this mean he had the opportunity to ‘teach’ this infuriatingly beautiful commoner?

That teaching might be arduous and painful for a commoner, but considering it was their fault for entering Arniel without learning basic magic, they deserved it.

“Deis, it seems you… need to start by learning basic psychokinesis.”

Pfft! Laughter burst out here and there. Basic psychokinesis was part of the early childhood education curriculum for elite students, usually learned around the age of nine or ten.

“Now, try to follow along. This is how you release mana. Now, try to gather it into a thin thread.”

“……”

Harang tried to mimic Professor Sael by concentrating his mana into a thin thread, but it was far from easy. This was his first time attempting to manipulate pure mana without using a magic circle.

“Hoho, it won’t be easy, but that’s alright. Now, imagine gathering it to form a pair of tongs.”

It became clear to both Professor Sael and the students, upon seeing Harang’s clumsy attempt at releasing mana, that he wasn’t joking — he truly had never used psychokinesis before.

The trembling mana control and the movements that lacked proper force were telltale signs of a complete beginner.

“Wait, he really doesn’t know how to use psychokinesis?”

“This is the most basic of basics!”

“Seriously? Even Mityel isn’t that impressive now.”

“Did they actually choose someone who can’t even handle basic psychokinesis?”

The students began openly mocking Deis.

Even though psychokinesis was a fundamental form of magic, it still required at least a month of training to be able to lift something as small as a cup.

Meanwhile, other students would master Arniel’s more advanced psychokinesis techniques and surge ahead.

The students were confident that even if Deis tried to catch up in a few months, he would never be able to close the gap between them.

Watching someone once thought of as elite fall from grace while confirming their own superiority above them…

It gave people an intense sense of pleasure.

For the students, the realization that Deis — the one chosen by the legendary staff Mityel and who had amazed the world with his triple casting — couldn’t even properly use psychokinesis, inflated their sense of self-worth.

Just knowing, “I’m better than the great Deis,” made their faces bloom with smug smiles.

This was exactly the situation Professor Sael had intended to create by standing in front of him and deliberately giving him a separate, basic lesson.

The situation was unfolding precisely according to her plan!

Of course, Harang wasn’t unaware of her underlying, impure intentions.

But since Professor Sael’s personal psychokinesis lesson was actually proving quite helpful, he decided to let it slide.

‘…So that’s how you move it.’

Psychokinesis wasn’t something neatly organized into research papers, so it couldn’t be learned using the Skill Book Acquisition system.

Thus, he had to learn it through pure practice, and Professor Sael’s method of psychokinesis was so well-controlled and precise that it was an excellent example for him to observe and learn from. Indeed, she lived up to her reputation as an elite professor capable of guiding young students, easily breaking down and demonstrating the movements required for psychokinesis.

And now…

Harang had figured out the technique, which meant he could now use the [System’s Blessing] to recreate the movements in his mind.

Vwoong…!!

“……!?”

When Harang extended his staff and awkwardly lifted the bowl, Professor Sael recoiled in shock, taking a few steps back.

‘What the…?!’

It felt like her heart dropped.

He was clearly a beginner, someone who had only just started learning psychokinesis.

But he had already managed to interfere with the physical properties of an object and lift something as heavy as a bowl?

“How did you…?”

Just as she was about to ask how he did it, laughter erupted from all sides.

“Pfft! An eighth-year at Arniel, and all he can do is barely lift a bowl?”

“And it’s trembling like crazy. What a joke, it’s hilarious!”

As the students began to mock him, Professor Sael found herself unable to say anything more. The atmosphere had already shifted toward ridiculing Deis as a fool.

There was no point in defending him now, so she pressed her lips together, remaining silent, though she was still internally shocked.

‘The idea of someone never having used psychokinesis and learning it late… it’s not unheard of. But all the records say that the later you learn psychokinesis, the harder it becomes to grasp and control.’

Teaching psychokinesis to young children who had only just begun to sense mana wasn’t just about improving their mana control. It was also because, as they grew older and started learning elemental magic, mastering psychokinesis became significantly harder.

In other words, the earlier one learned psychokinesis, the more precisely they could control it.

For Deis, starting to learn psychokinesis at the late age of fourteen, Professor Sael had expected it would take him at least three months before he could lift something as heavy as a bowl.

‘This is strange. This student… something is definitely off. Psychokinesis isn’t something you can fake with some artifact or trick. Was he pretending not to know how to use it earlier? No… there’s no way someone like me, who specializes in psychokinesis, would be fooled.’

Despite her earlier blunders when bullying Deis, when it came to psychokinesis, no one in Arniel could dismiss her expertise.

She had published several papers on psychokinesis, and even the headmaster acknowledged her abilities in that field. No matter what anyone said, she was a specialist in this area.

For Deis to have tricked her? Impossible.

In other words…

‘Deis has just learned psychokinesis for the first time today, at this late age… and has already grasped its essence.’

Gulp.

Professor Sael swallowed hard.

The thought of underestimating Deis no longer crossed her mind.

‘He’s a genius.’

The sensation swelling in her chest was so overwhelming that it made her heart race. How long had it been since she’d felt this emotion while teaching a student?

‘Not just any genius… He’s truly a once-in-a-century genius, one deserving of Mityel’s recognition.’

Laughter continued to erupt around the room, but Professor Sael was too engrossed in Deis’s psychokinetic control to even hear the noise anymore.

Out of the over one hundred students in the lecture hall, fewer than five noticed the strange look in Professor Sael’s eyes as she watched Deis.

‘…What on earth is he?’

Ailka Willed, hiding her face behind a book she had propped up, glanced at Deis with a sharp gaze.

She bit her lip so hard it looked like blood might start to drip, yet she felt no pain. The only emotion she felt was a deep sense of anxiety.

‘Idiots. They’re laughing now, but don’t they realize he could catch up to us?’

Though Deis was just barely managing to lift a single bowl at the moment, Ailka was certain that it wouldn’t be long before he surpassed everyone in the room.

That creeping sense of urgency left Ailka no time to be concerned with anyone else.

The best way to keep ahead of someone chasing you is to run faster than they can!

Ailka gripped her staff tightly and pointed it at the psychokinesis textbook in front of her.

‘I won’t let him catch up.’

There wasn’t a moment to lose standing still.