Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

"You...you saw it all?"

Upon hearing this, Laura forced a dissatisfied smile onto her stiff little face: "But I clearly covered it up."

She still didn't speak, but instead transmitted her voice through the telepathic link, raising her short little arm to look at it as she spoke, then pursing her lips.

If an outsider were to see a grayish-blue corpse making such small movements, it would seem rather eerie.

However, Viktor simply found it amusing.

Because at this moment, Laura was internally ranting and raving about herself:

"That junior of mine, he turned me into this so he could bully me all the time. He's so awful. He should at least give me back my perfect figure."

"..."

Hearing this, Viktor's expression grew increasingly strange. He couldn't help but recall the senior's corpse he had seen back then; her chest was indeed quite impressive.

However, that's all in the past; now the senior is a junior.

"Alright, since you've already seen them, you can take them and look at them. Anyway, I'm yours now."

Although Laura looked somewhat reluctant, she naturally raised her hand and handed over a stack of papers.

"..."

Without hesitation, Victor took the paper, pulled up a chair, and began to examine it.

With the mental connection in place, he knew almost everything the senior student was thinking, so he knew that although this scholar was under his control, she would still have all sorts of other thoughts.

But why should he stop Laura? As a mage, if even one's thoughts are stifled, then one is far too mediocre.

"Um?"

However, Victor couldn't help but frown as soon as he began to examine Laura's masterpiece.

It wasn't that he couldn't understand some of the formulas, but rather that after glancing at the conclusions following those formulas, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Amidst the densely packed conclusions, these few paragraphs stand out:

The Volcano Clan's secret technique, cast by Victor, possesses magical fluctuations comparable to those of a low-level lord. Preliminary assessment of its danger level: B.

After this technique is used, the caster's aura weakens significantly. If an assassin were to strike at this moment, they would most likely be able to kill the caster.

Given the potential harm it could cause to the academy, the caster should conceal the spell.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Viktor's expression turned serious, and he understood the true meaning behind the senior student's calculations.

This is a warning, a warning I've given myself at great expense of time and effort.

All these lengthy formulas and the final conclusion are simply pointing to one thing.

"Once I reveal this secret technique, my current danger level will become B, and then the academy will take action against me."

As Viktor muttered to himself, he slowly put down the paper in his hand and looked at the senior student, only to see her smiling at him.

It seems the other party had been preparing to give this to me all along.

Thinking of this, Viktor felt a warmth in his heart.

"Once I return to the academy, I will definitely find a way to reshape my senior's body."

......

Meanwhile, Lutia returned to her office with a somber expression, removed her mask, and casually put it into her ring.

Then, with practiced ease, he went to his desk and brewed himself a coffee.

After getting everything ready, she placed the coffee in front of her, then methodically took out her pen and notebook, placed them on the corner of the table, and opened them.

She waited a moment, and seeing that the pen didn't respond, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looks like I can finally get some rest these next few days."

As she spoke, she picked up her coffee, but the gloom in her eyes did not dissipate at all.

Although this adjudication meeting temporarily relieved Viktor of the attention of several adjudication mentors, it was only temporary.

That Sweeter guy might pull some tricks. If the chief also tries to get involved, then the personnel arrangements for the academy tournament at the next meeting will definitely be problematic.

She took a sip of coffee, but didn't taste the usual rich aroma and bitterness; all she felt was a bland astringency.

"..."

Lutia had no doubts about this.

This situation most likely occurs because the mage's emotional fluctuations are too great, affecting the flow of magic in the surrounding area, and consequently affecting the things around them.

Coffee is a good example.

"Oh right, I seem to have forgotten something."

As Lutia spoke, her expression changed slightly.

She forgot that one of her students was still locked up in the cultivation space and hadn't been released.

"Bang."

She quickly put down her coffee, turned her right palm upward, and a pure white cube appeared.

The scene there caused Lutia's gaze to change slightly, and she vaguely felt that something was amiss.

In the pure white space,

Sometimes fierce winds howl and thunderstorms rage. Other times, the weather turns scorching hot with the sun blazing overhead. Sometimes, the two overlap.

Amidst this chaotic scene, Elena sat on a blue stone, her eyes closed, remaining unmoved despite the turmoil around her.

"I hope nothing bad has happened?"

Seeing the girl's eerily calm demeanor, Lutia sensed something was amiss.

Among the students she had seen, some had spent a whole day and night in the meditation space to train their concentration.

The next day, someone discovered that everything in the cultivation space had become chaotic, and all the illusions and strange phenomena had become real.

After being rescued, the student was completely mentally unstable, and even after being cured, he was still left with psychological trauma.

In a flash of inspiration, Lutia immediately began to intervene in the strange celestial phenomena within the cube.

"..."

However, Elena, who was in the pure white space, was unaware of all this.

Even before she had fully settled into the proceedings, she noticed a sudden gust of wind blowing around her, causing the hem of her mage robe to flutter uncontrollably.

It must be an illusion; it was all arranged by the mentor.

She reassured herself, closed her eyes again, and her expression returned to calm.

"Boom..."

It wasn't until a bolt of lightning struck the bluestone, creating a huge crater, that Elena realized these things might be real.

Especially when she looked to the side, she actually saw a boy who had been struck dead at the bottom of the giant pit, and the figure was so familiar.

"Mr. Victor?"

Just as Elena was wondering what was going on, a torrential downpour began.

However, Elena's expression gradually calmed down, and she couldn't help but smile:

"My tutor actually came up with something like this to prevent me from completing the test?"

Thinking this, she found it somewhat amusing, but at the same time, a sense of resentment also secretly arose within her.

Mr. Victor is not the kind of person who can be killed by a single thunderbolt; I must prove this to my mentor.

With this determination, Elena gradually sank into her own world, and everything around her seemed to fall silent.

Until now.

After Ruthia intervened in the celestial phenomena of the training space, the area transformed into a beautiful spring scene filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

But Elena showed no reaction whatsoever; instead, a strange magical power slowly emerged from her body.