Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

As the first rays of dawn streamed into the Selene Magic Academy, they shone upon the swirling portal in the arcane corridor.

Elena stepped out, a polite smile playing on her lips, her eyes brimming with youthful energy.

Immediately afterwards, a black boot stepped out of the portal.

Viktor followed closely behind, glancing calmly at the sun as he stepped out, then looking down at the perfectly fitting white mage robe.

The apprentice-level mage robes, apart from the silver crescent moon emblem on the chest and back, look unremarkable.

Now look at Elena.

After the girl changed into the white mage robe of Silvermoon Academy, her already petite figure seemed even more delicate, probably because the mage robe was a bit too big.

During the observation period, the two entered the college auditorium one after the other.

"Whatever Mr. Victor does, don't forget to have breakfast."

The girl walked ahead, turned back, and gave Victor a sweet smile.

Viktor nodded, observing the layout of the auditorium, his eyes gradually brightening.

This place is not a traditional rectangular structure, but a spherical structure.

The wooden benches are arranged like the chairs in a gymnasium from a previous life, extending out in concentric circles.

Looking from the bottom up, it forms a trapezoid, and this arrangement also distinguishes different levels.

The young man sitting at the top, munching on bread while scribbling on the scroll, is clearly a seasoned student.

Those boys and girls sitting at the very bottom, close to the red carpet, were clearly freshmen, and Victor recognized some of their faces immediately as those he had seen in the illusion.

In particular, a girl with flaxen hair was eating bread while talking to a slightly taller boy next to her.

Both of them looked somewhat dissatisfied, as if they were having an argument.

"That's...Granny?"

Elena noticed the situation there and immediately stopped and turned to look at Victor.

Victor nodded naturally, then stepped forward and led the blonde girl forward.

Meanwhile, Granny's argument with the boy beside her had escalated further.

"Foolish! Don't you know what a great thing Lord Victor has done? How dare you jump out and question him at this time? Are you tired of living?"

Granny tore off a large piece of bread with her teeth, her eyes as cold as knives.

"Tsk, ridiculous."

The burly boy slammed his hand on the magically constructed desktop:

"Who knows if the rumor about destroying the illusion is true or not, but the fact remains that he stole the top spot through despicable means!"

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up, raised the sturdy bread, and was about to smash it down.

This scene was completely unexpected. The students observing from the sidelines were dumbfounded, and even the senior students sitting on higher ground were drawn to the commotion.

One of the girls immediately took out her staff to help, but was stopped by the young man beside her:

"Don't rush, look over there."

The girl looked in the direction the young man pointed and immediately saw a black-haired boy walking briskly along the red carpet to the scene of the incident.

"Whoosh!"

Granny watched as the rock-hard breadstick came crashing down, and before she could even parry, the bread was already upon her with a whooshing sound.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and her mind went blank.

"Bang!"

However, with a muffled thud, she saw the back of a hand with bulging veins.

Looking up along this hand, there's a white sleeve, and above that, Victor's cold profile.

"Lord... Lord Victor."

"..."

Victor ignored Granny's calls and stared intently at the boy in front of him, who was a full half a head taller than him and was looking on with a surprised expression.

"Didn't your mother teach you to be a law-abiding child at school?"

He spoke calmly, but with a sudden force, he snatched the bread that had been used as a blunt object.

"..."

The tall boy frowned.

Although he felt that his right arm had just lost its strength, he did not take it to heart.

Because he still had strength in his left arm.

"So you're Viktor. You don't look like much. You only managed to take that hit because I wasn't using my full strength. You don't really think you can beat me, do you?"

"..."

Victor remained expressionless, casually placing the bread on the table beside him. Then, he made a grasping motion in the air, and an ordinary wooden wand instantly appeared in his palm.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Victor, fighting is forbidden in the academy, and so is magic..."

"Shut up! Only those who stand tall can write history!"

Elena tried to stop him, but the big man didn't appreciate it at all. He shouted angrily and raised his left arm, clenching his fist tightly.

Flames suddenly burst forth from it.

This is a variant attack with even greater explosive power, formed when the fireball is concentrated on the surface of the five fingers.

"Flame Fist!"

With a roar, he quickly twisted his upper body and slammed his left fist at Victor like a cannonball.

Those around were stunned speechless by this aggressive and fiery attack; some hadn't even reacted yet.

"Bang!"

The loud noise was accompanied by a strong gust of wind that swept outwards, making it impossible for those near the big man to open their eyes.

Especially after the [Flame Fist] erupted, it also created small patches of steam, which perfectly obscured the view in front of the big guy, making it impossible to see Victor's situation.

However, some people can still see it.

"..."

The girl who had been sitting high up, ready to make her move, now raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and slowly turned to look at the young man beside her:

"he......"

The young man's lips curled slightly as he watched the steam slowly dissipate.

Viktor stood with his hands behind his back, looking completely calm, as if nothing had just happened.

"He completed the incantation in less than half a second and unleashed the pinnacle of the [Shield Spell]."

After speaking, he nodded slightly:

"The novice chief is indeed worthy of the title."

"We need to reiterate his potential to our mentor. Let's go, there's nothing more to focus on here."

As he spoke, he grabbed the girl next to him by the back of the neck and vanished instantly.

The others seemed oblivious to him, still engrossed in breakfast and completely unaware of what was happening below.

"How is that possible?"

The big guy's expression at that moment was extremely interesting: his brows were furrowed, his eyes were glaring, and his teeth were clenched.

At first, he could understand when the breadstick was stopped, but this was the strongest strike that he had mastered after learning from his warrior father for a long time.

Why... why!

After roaring inwardly, he looked at Viktor's calm demeanor and felt like a clown.

"I have lost, Chief Victor."

These words immediately caused a stir among the audience.

Every freshman present knew the big guy's identity. Like Viktor, he was also one of the highest-ranking individuals in the illusion.

The opponent secured that position by defeating all the key figures in the illusion realm, who were otherwise difficult to defeat, with his incredibly swift [Flame Fist].

"Lord Victor, please rest assured that your actions were in self-defense. Even if the academy investigates, we will testify on your behalf."

While everyone was still speculating, Granny had already begun to act as a loyal dog.

Seeing this, the others around her could only nod in agreement.

They all understood that if even the big guy failed, then they could only look to the other top players in the illusion realm, but unfortunately, the others weren't there at the moment.

"Um."

Victor nodded, then turned to look at Elena: "We..."

Just as he was about to leave with the girl, he saw...

A woman was waving in this direction from the entrance of the auditorium.