Last Wizard King's SSS-Level Magic system in Modern World-Chapter 157: Signs of Invasion- Part 3

The moment the gate opened, Victor felt it.

His expression sharpened as the air around them shifted.

The other professors sensed it too, their faces pale with realization.

"They did it...The demons... they’re here."

Professor Aldric murmured.

Victor cracked his neck, stepping forward toward the barrier once more.

"Well then. I guess I should really get to work now."

He muttered, his golden eyes glowing.

The air around him crackled with power.

With a single motion, he placed his hand against the forcefield—

And shattered it.

A deafening boom rang out as the barrier collapsed, sending ripples of magic across the land.

The teachers gasped in shock, but Victor was already moving.

Without hesitation, he stepped into the dungeon.

"Victor—wait! What are you going to do?!"

Elara called after him.

Victor glanced back over his shoulder.

His usual smirk was gone.

His expression was cold.

"I’m going to clean up this mess. And make sure those things remember why they should have stayed buried."

He said.

And with that—

He vanished into the darkness.

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Liam knew he had to act now.

The summoning circle’s glow had intensified, the demonic energy crackling with power.

If the gate opened—

No. He refused to let that happen.

His body moved before his mind could finish processing, his hands crackling with magic.

He lunged.

The kid merely smirked and raised a hand.

Dark tendrils erupted from the ground, aiming straight for Liam’s chest.

But Liam was faster.

He twisted midair, dodging the tendrils with ease, and sent a wave of raw force toward the summoning circle.

Boom!

The explosion sent dust and debris flying, shaking the entire chamber.

But when the smoke cleared—

The summoning circle was still intact.

Untouched.

Liam’s eyes widened.

"What—?"

The kid chuckled.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?"

Liam’s heart pounded as he took a closer look at the ritual.

And then—

He saw it.

The circle wasn’t just a normal summoning array.

It was a binding contract.

One that had already been sealed.

His attack had done nothing because the deal had already been struck.

Liam’s hands curled into fists.

He was too late.

The air crackled ominously as the summoning circle pulsed one final time.

And then—

The gate opened.

A jagged tear split the space within the ritual circle, revealing nothing but pitch-black darkness.

And from within—

A clawed hand reached out.

A deep, guttural growl echoed through the chamber.

Liam’s breath hitched.

’It’s happening all over again.’

He gritted his teeth.

No.

’Not this time.’

Liam lunged toward the gate, magic surging through his veins as he prepared to shut it down.

But—

Clang!

A barrier of dark energy slammed into him, stopping him dead in his tracks.

His feet skidded across the stone floor, his body forced back as an overwhelming pressure filled the chamber. Liam’s gaze flickered to the source—Silas, standing protectively in front of the swirling abyss.

The kid—no, the thing—tilted his head, a sinister smile tugging at his lips.

"You know. I should thank you."

Silas mused.

Liam’s muscles tensed, his magic still crackling at his fingertips. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"For what?"

Silas chuckled.

"For hesitating earlier. If you had struck me down the moment you realized something was wrong, I wouldn’t have had enough time to finish the ritual."

Liam’s blood ran cold.

"You—"

Silas lifted his hand, and a sickening crack echoed through the chamber.

Liam watched in horror as Silas’s flesh began to peel away, melting off his bones like wax under intense heat. His skin bubbled, his features distorted, until—

Splatter.

Chunks of his human form dripped onto the floor, leaving behind nothing but gleaming, white bones.

Silas’s real body.

’A walking skeleton.’

His empty eye sockets flared with an eerie crimson glow as he straightened his spine, flexing his bony fingers.

"This..."

Silas exhaled, his voice now hollow, echoing unnaturally.

"Feels so much better."

Liam clenched his fists, suppressing the shiver that threatened to run down his spine.

He had seen plenty of creatures, plenty of horrors, both in this life and the last—

But this...

This was something else.

"You demons really don’t know when to stay buried."

Liam muttered, trying to keep his voice steady.

Silas let out a dry, rattling laugh.

"Oh, Liam! You of all people should know... we were never meant to stay buried."

He chided.

The room pulsed with dark energy as the gate behind him flared to life.

And from within its depths—

Something stirred.

Liam didn’t have time to think. The ominous energy pouring from the gate sent a sickening wave of pressure through the chamber.

It was the same suffocating force he had felt in his past life—the same power that had swallowed the world in chaos.

And now, it was happening again.

Silas took a slow step forward, the sound of his bones clicking together unnerving in the silence. His crimson eyes burned with amusement.

"You can feel it, can’t you? The power of the abyss... seeping into this world. This is something the humans will never be able to have."

He taunted.

Liam didn’t respond. Instead, he shot forward, his blade materializing in his grasp. A flicker of golden energy surged along its edge as he slashed toward Silas’s exposed ribcage—

Clang!

His sword hit something solid.

Liam’s eyes widened as a translucent black barrier shimmered around Silas’s skeletal form. It was stronger than anything he had encountered before.

Silas sighed in disappointment.

"Tsk, tsk. Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared for you?"

Liam ground his teeth as he jumped back, his mind racing for a solution. He couldn’t afford to waste time on Silas.

The real threat was behind him.

The gate was opening.

A shadow moved within its depths, an unnatural, monstrous form beginning to emerge.

Liam felt his heartbeat quicken.

He had to stop it.

Silas grinned, as if reading his mind.

"Go on! Try and stop it, if you think you can."

He said mockingly.

Liam’s fingers tightened around his sword.

He had no choice.

It was now or never.

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