Magus Supremacy-Chapter 242: F*ck them up!

"And that's why I'm here," Amir declared, his voice steady as he stood before Grey and the rest of Magnus Class.

His sharp gaze swept across their faces, each one processing his words with a different shade of fear and disbelief.

"This mission comes directly from the Emperor. It's a fight for our kingdom—and I hope none of you panic and mess it up."

Raze blinked, trying to wrap his mind around the sheer weight of what he'd just heard.

"So, in short… a rival kingdom is planning to attack ours with five hundred men and two generals—each one as powerful as the principals of the academies which in turn are Emperor's subordinates of our kingdom?" he asked, his voice edged with disbelief.

"Yes," Amir replied, unflinching. "That's correct."

Raze's expression darkened, his pupils dilating in dread as he envisioned the battlefield.

"How the hell do you expect us not to panic?! A squad of twelve students and two captains going against an army of five hundred and two monsters stronger than you?! That's suicide!"

Amir's lips tightened into a frown. "You know, I was given the right to choose who I wanted on this mission. Keep pushing me, and you won't even get the chance to come."

"Like hell I want to be part of a suicide squad," Raze spat. "Count me out. I don't know if the Emperor's gone senile over the years, but this mission? It's a massacre waiting to happen!"

'An army of five hundred… Two generals as strong as academy principals... Can I even stand a chance?'

Grey thought, his heart pounding against his ribs.

'I'm still hiding the truth about my affinities. Even if I used them all, would it be enough?

Maybe I could wound one, especially if Noir helped—but that's a long shot. That bastard's unpredictable, and he's hell-bent on staying hidden.

Or will you help me, Noir?'

"Tsk. Like hell I want to help you. You can die for all I care." Noir snapped from within his mind, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Figured," Grey muttered under his breath.

"So what's it going to be, Grey?" Amir asked, turning to him with a penetrating gaze.

"Me? Why are you asking me that?" Grey replied, confused.

"Because I get to pick the students for this mission—and I want you on it," Amir said plainly.

Grey let out a sigh. "As much as I love a good fight… this mission? I can't take part in it. My mother still needs me alive. This is a suicide run, and I'm not about to throw my life away."

"Thank you!" Raze chimed in quickly, nodding in agreement. Amir shot him a glare that could melt steel.

"You do realize there's no backing out, right?" Amir said, his voice laced with authority.

"As your captain, I order you to join the team. Otherwise, you're out of the academy. You should be honored—you're being asked to fight for your kingdom."

Grey chuckled—a soft sound at first, but it built quickly into full-blown laughter. Then his expression darkened, and his aura shifted.

Electricity hissed and crackled in the air around him, tendrils of lightning dancing along his skin. Those nearby instinctively took a step back.

"Fight for my kingdom?" he growled. "Let me ask you this—what the hell has this damned kingdom ever done for me?!"

He raised his hand, lightning crackling furiously around his fingers like chained dragons ready to break loose.

"You see this? If I didn't have this, if I hadn't awakened my affinities—none of you would even know my name. No one would give a damn about Grey. I was called a cripple. I didn't always have magic. I was bullied every single day."

His voice grew louder, angrier, more raw.

"My family lived in slums. We went days without food. And even then, the bullying didn't stop. My dad died—and no one came to help my family. Not the academy. Not the kingdom. Not your precious Emperor!"

He clenched his fist, lightning bursting from his palm with a thunderous snap.

"I clawed my way up from nothing—nothing—to become what I am today. I did it to protect my mother. To give my sister a better life.

So tell me, Captain, where the hell was your kingdom when I needed saving?! Where was your Emperor then?!"

A fierce gust of wind erupted from his body, smashing windows and knocking over chairs.

The others staggered back, shielding their eyes as the air turned electric and wild. Grey stood at the center of it all, eyes blazing, teeth clenched.

'Grey…he experienced so much at so young. Is… is this why he was always cold?' Scarlet thought, her heart clenching as she watched a single tear slide down Grey's cheek.

'Damn… Grey had it rough,' Raze thought, his earlier anger replaced with quiet sorrow.

Amir stepped forward, unfazed. His voice was calm—gentle, even.

"You're right," he said. "The kingdom did nothing for you. Neither did I. No one knew you. Maybe no one would've ever known you—if you hadn't awakened your affinities."

He paused, then softened his tone even further.

"But think about this… If that enemy kingdom succeeds, what do you think they'll do next? They won't stop with the capital. They'll spread like a plague—until they reach your mother, your sister, and the people you call friends."

Amir let that linger for a moment.

"You might not say it aloud, but I know you care about these people, your friends—about them. Deep down, you want to protect them."

He took a step closer.

"What if something happens to them while you're not there? Will you blame yourself again? Like you did with your dad? Regret it for the rest of your life, wishing you'd been strong enough to stop it?"

The energy in the room slowly began to recede. The storm of lightning that had enveloped Grey started to settle, dimming to faint sparks along his fingertips.

"This is your chance," Amir continued. "Your chance to be more than a survivor. Be a protector, Grey—not an observer. Don't let your past chain you down. Let it fuel your present. Let it shape your future."

Amir's voice hardened, but it held compassion. "Goltas Village… by now, it's likely being razed. Innocent lives being slaughtered. What if that was your town? What if that was your family?"

Grey's chest rose and fell with every deep, labored breath. His fists were clenched so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

'He's right…' Grey admitted to himself. 'Damn it. I can't just let my friends walk into danger while I stay behind like a coward. I can't lose them. I… I need to help.'

Finally, the last arc of lightning fizzled into silence. The air cleared.

Amir raised a brow. "So? What do you say?"

Grey inhaled deeply, then looked up with a fire in his eyes.

"Fine," he said. "I'll help."

He cracked his knuckles, wind beginning to gather around his arms like a loyal beast waiting to strike.

"But not because I give a damn about these morons, the kingdom, or even that village. I'm doing this because someone invaded the kingdom my family is in."

He grinned, eyes glinting like sharpened blades. "So let's go and f*ck them up—badly."

Amir's lips curved into a proud smile.

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{A/N}

I need to quickly clarify something before we go further. I know having a kingdom invade Grey's Kingdom with just five hundred men is too little.

My reasoning is because I didn't want the Emperor himself to come down yet. If the invading force had been more than a thousand, he would have needed to come down himself and that's why to give the enemy Kingdom a little edge, I had them send out two generals.

Powers equal to the principals of the four great academies in Grey's Kingdom. Not little to make things easy for Grey, not too hard to make the Emperor want to come down (not like this battle won't be difficult for our MC tho)

I hope this reasoning and my planning is solid enough... Please let me know in the comments section. Thank you 😊 ✌️