I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

The restaurant's atmosphere was elegant, with a wide variety of delicious dishes on offer. Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba excitedly picked out their favorite foods, while Dean Bruce sat nearby, smiling as he watched them.

"Teacher, aren't you eating?" Prolo Hawthorne asked curiously, noticing that Dean Bruce hadn't touched his plate.

Dean Bruce shook his head. "I've already eaten. You all go ahead and enjoy yourselves."

Hearing this, Prolo, Alice, and Delina didn't hold back and began digging in with great enthusiasm.

Watching them savor the food so happily, a warm feeling rose in Dean Bruce's heart. He knew that while these students often appeared carefree and playful, they always came together as a team when it mattered most.

"Teacher, you know what? I was so nervous during today's match," Prolo said between bites. "But seeing you, Alice, and Delina cheering us on made all my nerves disappear."

Alice nodded in agreement. "Exactly, Dean. Having you there gives us so much reassurance."

Delina, though less talkative, cast a grateful glance toward him.

Dean Bruce smiled warmly at them. "Hearing that makes me truly happy. But remember, a competition is just one way to test your skills—it's not everything. Regardless of the outcome, always stay confident and keep an optimistic mindset."

Prolo, Alice, and Delina all nodded in understanding, their expressions serious.

Suddenly, the restaurant erupted in commotion. Dean Bruce and his students looked up to see a group of mysterious individuals dressed entirely in black storm into the room.

"Who are they?" Prolo asked in surprise.

Dean Bruce frowned, sensing something unusual about their presence. These people didn't seem like ordinary civilians.

"Stay alert," he said in a low voice. "These people might be trouble."

Before he could say more, the mysterious group rushed toward them. Their swift and coordinated movements revealed that they were highly trained fighters.

"They're attacking!" Prolo exclaimed.

Dean Bruce reacted instantly. With a flick of his wand, a beam of light shot forth, blocking the lead assailant.

"Quick, take cover!" Dean Bruce ordered.

Prolo, Alice, and Delina scrambled to hide under a nearby table, while Dean Bruce positioned himself in front of them, his wand at the ready. His sharp gaze remained fixed on the intruders.

"Who are you, and why are you attacking us?" Dean Bruce demanded, his voice calm but firm.

The black-clad figures didn't respond. Instead, they launched another furious assault, their attacks swift and relentless.

Dean Bruce fended off the attacks while carefully looking for an opportunity to counterstrike.

Meanwhile, the other patrons in the restaurant had descended into chaos, scrambling toward the exit in an attempt to escape. The black-clad figures, however, seemed intent on not letting anyone get away and began pursuing them.

"This is bad—they're trying to escape!" Dean Bruce thought grimly, realizing he needed to neutralize the assailants quickly before the situation spiraled further out of control.

Channeling all his strength, he launched into an intense battle with the mysterious attackers. Prolo Hawthorne, Alice, and Delina Reba seized the opportunity to crawl out from under the table, ready to assist Dean Bruce.

However, being students, their powers were limited. Under the relentless assault of the mysterious figures, they quickly began to falter.

"Dean, what do we do?" Prolo asked anxiously, his voice tinged with panic.

Dean Bruce clenched his teeth. "You three, fall back to a safe spot! Leave this to me!"

Reluctant though they were, Prolo, Alice, and Delina obeyed his instructions and retreated to a corner of the restaurant.

Dean Bruce pressed on, engaging the mysterious attackers with unwavering determination. His extensive combat experience and formidable magical abilities soon began to tip the scales in his favor.

But the assailants showed no intention of surrendering, continuing to fight with fierce resolve.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside the restaurant. Moments later, a group of armored warriors burst into the room.

"It's the Academy Guard!" Prolo exclaimed, a glimmer of hope lighting up his face.

Indeed, the guards wasted no time joining the fray. Their swift intervention turned the tide of battle, and with their support, Dean Bruce swiftly subdued the mysterious figures.

"Are you all right?" the leader of the guards asked as he approached Dean Bruce.

Dean Bruce shook his head. "We're fine. Thank you for arriving in time."

The guard nodded. "It's our duty. But who are these people? Why did they suddenly attack you?"

Dean Bruce frowned, his expression troubled. "I don't know their identities. But I can sense they're not ordinary people—they might belong to some kind of organization."

Hearing this, the guard's face grew serious. "We'll investigate this matter immediately. You should return to safety for now. We'll take it from here."

Dean Bruce gave a curt nod. "Thank you. I'll leave this to you."

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With that, he escorted Prolo, Alice, and Delina out of the restaurant. Though the attack had ended without major harm, a foreboding sense lingered in his mind. He suspected there was a deeper conspiracy at play.

Once they returned to the academy, Dean Bruce wasted no time reporting the incident directly to the headmaster.

The headmaster, upon hearing Dean Bruce's account, appeared deeply shocked and concerned.

"These people dared to attack our students near the academy? How audacious!" the headmaster exclaimed, his voice seething with anger.

Dean Bruce nodded. "Indeed, Headmaster. We must get to the bottom of this incident as soon as possible and ensure the safety of our students."

The headmaster pondered for a moment before speaking. "I will strengthen the academy's security measures and assign a team to investigate the identities of these mysterious individuals. Dean Bruce, you should also be extra cautious. Try not to go out alone for the time being."

Dean Bruce nodded in agreement. "Understood, Headmaster. I'll be careful."

In the days that followed, the academy significantly increased its security presence while a dedicated investigation team worked diligently to uncover the identities of the attackers.

However, progress was slow. The mysterious individuals seemed to have meticulously covered their tracks, leaving no discernible clues behind.

Dean Bruce remained on high alert, fully aware that he and his students had become targets for certain unknown forces. For their sake, he knew he needed to exercise utmost vigilance.

But just as he began to believe the situation might be settling down, a far greater crisis was quietly unfolding...

Late one evening, Dean Bruce was in his quarters, engrossed in the study of ancient magical texts, when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside his window.

Startled, he quickly moved to the window to investigate.

To his dismay, he saw a group of black-robed figures heading swiftly toward the academy grounds. Their ominous presence radiated an intense aura of darkness, unmistakably marking them as practitioners of dark magic.

"Dark mages!" Dean Bruce muttered under his breath, his heart sinking. It didn't take him long to realize their target was the academy itself.

Acting swiftly, he donned his enchanted cloak and grabbed his wand, readying himself for the confrontation ahead. At the same time, he activated his communication crystal to alert the headmaster and the other faculty members, urging them to prepare for battle.

Within moments, the dark mages reached the academy gates.

They immediately began casting powerful dark spells, aiming to breach the protective barrier surrounding the academy.

"Everyone, stay alert! Dark mages are attacking!" Dean Bruce shouted.

Hearing the alarm, the academy's teachers quickly rallied together, moving to intercept the intruders.

Dean Bruce positioned himself at the front lines, engaging the dark mages in a fierce and intense battle.

However, these dark mages were no ordinary foes. Their dark magic was potent, their spells devastating.

Despite the faculty's valiant efforts, the overwhelming power of the dark mages began to take its toll. The defenders were soon struggling to hold their ground.

"This can't go on!" Dean Bruce thought to himself, his mind racing.

He knew he had to come up with a plan quickly; otherwise, the academy would not hold out much longer against the dark mages' relentless assault.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the magical simulation feature he had recently unlocked through the system.

Without hesitation, Dean Bruce decided to utilize it to analyze the dark mages' spells.

The process of simulation was intricate and demanding.

The first step provided by the system was clear: "Heaven and Earth Reverse, Darkness Disperse!"

Dean Bruce silently recited the incantation in his mind, focusing all his energy on channeling his magic. He began using the simulation function to break down and decipher the dark mages' attacks.

As his magical energy surged, the scene before him began to blur slightly, and a strange sensation enveloped him.

It was as if he could see the essence and structure of the dark magic. Every rune, every ripple of energy became vividly clear in his mind's eye.

"I've got it!"

Dean Bruce's eyes lit up with excitement as he pinpointed a critical weakness within the dark magic. It was like a faint glimmer of light in an abyss of darkness—small but powerful enough to exploit.

Without delay, he raised his wand and began to chant the counterspell he had just simulated:

"Touch of Light, Purify the Shadows, Heaven and Earth Reverse, Evil Disperse!"

As the incantation reached its climax, a brilliant beam of light erupted from Dean Bruce's wand. The radiant energy shot directly at the lead dark mage, who was in the middle of casting a spell.

The light seemed to carry a purifying power, unraveling the dark magic surrounding the leader and leaving him visibly shaken.

"This is impossible!"

The leader's voice trembled with disbelief as he stared at Dean Bruce, stunned that his dark magic had been dismantled so effortlessly.

The other dark mages, witnessing the sight, halted their attacks. They exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.