Revolution of the 8th Class Mage

Unfortunately, Lambao did not die since the boy’s magic missile was like being hit with a wooden bat.

“Ugh…!”

Of course, you can kill a person with a wooden bat, or at least knock them unconscious. It was the same for Lambao, and he tumbled down and rolled back his eyes. His tongue came out. The boy let out rough breaths after activating the magic missile without realizing it. He saw an unbelievable scene.

‘Th…this…’

He had shot something out and even knocked down Lambao, who he had been deathly afraid of, in a single shot.

‘What…?’

The boy could not understand what was going on, and as naturally as he fisted his hands to attack someone, the magic missile had been activated. After the first, the rest was history. He could now build magical orbs as a spell that was both strange and familiar at the same time popped up in his head automatically.

‘I don’t know what this is…’

The boy seemed not to realize that this was magic, as he was breathless and had never read a book regarding magic before in his life.

‘I can win!’

However, one thing was certain, and it was that the boy could beat the gang members and chase them away.

“Get…”

The boy created a magic missile that doubled the orb’s size that had fallen Lambao, and it was his limit.

“Out of my house now!”

The second orb left Ian’s hands, and it headed towards the gangsters, who only blinked in surprise.

“Ahhhh!”

“Avoid it!”

The gangsters rushed to avoid the orb, but there was not enough space to do so. It was utter chaos, but the second magic missile did not hit a person. However, it destroyed a house wall, and now the orb was much more powerful than a wooden bat.

“Uh…!”

The gangsters’ eyes shook and widened, as they were different from the boy. A few of them had witnessed magicians and had indirectly heard of them through stories and rumors. Therefore, they could easily recognize what the boy was doing.

‘It’s clearly magic…!’

The exploding orb that the kid made was definitely magic.

‘He was a mage…? That kid?”

The kid who had been merely an underling of a pub had now become a mage.

‘What happened…?’

Everyone thought the same thing, but it was meaningless. Mages were born, and there were no hidden methods there.

“Run away.”

There was a brief silence, and the murmur woke everyone up.

“He’s a mage!”

“A mage…?”

“That kid…?”

“If he’s a mage…the Magic Tower…”

What were mages to the ordinary? What was the Magic Tower to which they belonged? They were the symbol of respect- the center of the empire’s culture, war history, and national force, and in certain aspects, placed higher than the royal family.

“Damn…”

They picked on a mage and had gone against the tower. What did this mean?

“Damn…!”

They could not live in this city, nor in this country. What should they do?

“Run, run!”

“Don’t push, you bastards!”

“Ahhhh!”

They had to run away as quickly as possible, and that was the only path to survival.

“Stop moving!”

As the ruffians began to run away, the boy shouted to everyone. Since a mage called them, they had no choice but to stop.

“You have to take him!”

The boy pointed to Lambao, who was still lying around. He must have fainted deeply or was pretending to be unconscious.

“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!”

The gangsters corrected how they called the boy and even used honorifics.

“……”

How many seconds had passed? The gangsters disappeared from the house in an instant.

“……”

The house was now empty again, and the boy looked down at his palm. They called it magic, and him a mage.

‘…A mage?’

A mage, can it be true? Him…a mage. It was unbelievable, but also true. The boy had used a strange power to drive the ruffians away. If not magic, how could he explain this astonishing situation?

“Umm…”

As the boy remained confused, his mother finally woke up, and his face immediately brightened.

“Mother!”

Mother’s breathing was still stable, and her face was rosy. Come to think of it, did he feed her holy water?

“Ian…what is all…”

She did not seem to know a thing, and her eyes widened like a rabbit at the broken door and wall.

“Are you all right?”

He would explain later, but Ian’s first priority was his mother’s health, and the second was the same.

“Oh? Speaking of that…”

Vanessa assessed her condition, and she murmured in surprise. She seemed more surprised than when she had seen the state of the house.

“My body…is strange.”

“Strange?”

“I mean that…”

How could she explain that her body felt light, her heavy body, faint eyes and sight, tight throat, and numb limbs…

“It is all well.”

Vanessa repeated the same thing with a disbelieving face, as she had not felt this comfortable in decades.

“How can this happen?”

If it was not just a trick of the mind, Vanessa had been completely healed. How can such a miracle happen?

‘I don’t know what is going on.’

The boy sincerely thought so, but it was clear that two miracles had happened.

‘I can use magic, and Mother is well. If this is not a dream, God has answered my prayers I sent every night.’

A miracle, or God’s answer, and only those abstract notions suited the situation.

‘This power…’

The boy had now had the power of magic, the strongest power of all in this world. If this was not an illusion or a temporary power, he would be able to make completely different choices in the future.

‘I can protect Mother and myself.’

The boy fisted his hands, and today, someone was going between dimensions to tie the last knot, and another had just started.

***

After meeting the boy, Ian wandered through various dimensions and returned all except one of the souls trapped in his mind world. Ian entered a new dimension, and it was quite familiar.

“It has been a long time.”

The cabin was burning, and a middle-aged Ian was inside with a stab wound on his chest.

“To think I would return here.”

Ian had come to thirty years back in the past, where he had first lived. It was right after he had been poisoned. He was in his past life.

Ian first began using healing spells in order to restore his cold body. While he had opened his eyes after infiltrating the body, he thought he would die soon if he did not do anything.

Normal magic could not return a dead corpse to the normal state, and only a zero-class user could achieve the feat.

Ian sighed as the stab wound and the effects of the poison Ragnar had given him disappeared.

‘I have returned to my original world and to my original body.’

Ian did not feel happy and actually was uncomfortable. Ian was dead here, and he wanted to return to his original dimension that had become his home where his family and friends lived.

‘However…’

He still had things left to do here. Since he had heard the story and read the memories, he could not help it. Ian discovered that Vanessa was still alive here.

‘According to Fran Page’s memories, she is living a new life.’

Fran had said so, and according to his memories, it was true that the mother of his past life was still alive. Ian had thought that she had passed away in his hometown during his first year at the academy.

‘While she can’t be my mother again…’

While his second life had been near perfection, Ian had been unable to do anything in his past life. He had been young, ignorant, and thought that she had died early.

‘I want to see her before it’s too late, from afar, only once.’

It had been Ian’s regret that had stung in his heart fairly often, and he wanted to remove that burden so Ian could be faithful to his mother, family, and friends of his second life.

‘According to Fran’s memories…’

There were fragmented memories of his mother in this world in Fran’s memories.

‘She has new memories, a new name, and a new family.’

Borrowing Fran’s expression, he had given her a present, a highly satisfactory life for giving birth to a successful tool.

‘It’s a convenient logic.’

However, Ian was grateful since she would be living happily, even after forgetting Ian. He wanted to see that happiness with his own eyes, for the first and last time.

‘If Fran’s memories are true…’

Mother lived in a mountain at the far end of the land, where there were small cities and villages nearby. She had married a man who hunted and did carpenter work, and while they did not have children, they lived in harmony with nature.

“Then…”

Ian now began to feel nervous once he made a decision. He felt light.

“Let’s go.”

Ian moved to the place in Fran Page’s memories, and he could see greenery everywhere.

“It’s quite a sight.”

Ian spoke dryly and found a cabin amidst the mountains. It was small but clean and beautiful.

“……!”

Ian felt someone’s presence from the cabin, and the sounds became clearer as he went near. The light and quiet movements showed that it was a woman.

“Uh…”

An old woman with her long white hair tied into a ponytail appeared. She had clean skin like time had passed her by, and her white air gave a mystic aura.

“Mother…”

She was the pain in Ian’s heart, his mother in his past life’s memories, and Ian’s birth mother.