Internet Mage Professor

For a long time, Nolan just stood there in the middle of his classroom, still staring at the closed door long after the students had left.

The room, once vibrant and filled with laughter and shouting, now sat in perfect silence.

The echoes of those moments still lingered, like the warm scent of food after a feast or the afterimage of the sun when your eyes have stared too long.

This was it—the last day he’d see them.

Tomorrow, their families would escort them away, send them off to higher-level territories, prestigious academies far from here.

They were going to climb ladders he’d only ever imagined when he first got summoned to this world.

And instead of feeling lost or empty, Nolan just... accepted it.

He didn’t try to force some silver lining into the situation or sugarcoat it in his head. He simply let the moment settle, like dust falling after a storm. Maybe that’s what growing up meant. Not always fighting to hold on, but knowing when to let go.

Suddenly, without warning, a system window popped up right in front of his face.

[DING!]

You have completed a Hidden Quest: Brighter Future.

Nolan blinked. "What the f—"

Before he could finish cursing, the system expanded the screen, lines upon lines of shimmering golden text flooding his vision.

...

Quest Completion Acknowledged

Hidden Quest: "Brighter Future" has been cleared.

Quest Description (Retroactively Activated): Instruct thirteen lost youth not only with strength, but with purpose. Reignite their motivation, redirect their path, give them a memory that becomes a pillar in their future. Make them feel the presence of a guide—not a god, not a commander, but a Brighter of their future.

Evaluation:

Through unorthodox and emotionally effective methods, Subject Nolan has fulfilled the unseen role of transitional mentorship. The students responded to the simulation with enthusiasm, trust, and emotional investment.

Behavioral analysis indicates:

• 93% Emotional Bond Established

• 100% Respect Threshold Crossed

• 84% Long-Term Memory Anchor Formed

Educational methodology was classified as: Unregistered Arcane-Modern Hybrid Pedagogy with Emotional Threading. Subject Nolan utilized simulated experiences, emotional support, and indirect real-world philosophy to create a personalized cultivation imprint that will likely manifest at higher levels later in the students’ growth.

Student testimonies were unconsciously recorded and indexed under "Unsolicited Gratitude Logs."

Summary: You gave them more than knowledge. You gave them warmth. Safety. A moment in time they’ll look back on when the world feels cold. You gave them the Brighter they never asked for but needed.

...

Nolan’s eyes were wide.

The message kept going, line after glowing line, unfolding like some overly sentimental AI poetry recital.

...

Reward Granted: Fixed Wireless Internet

You have unlocked the capability to access the "Internet Simulation Archive" (ISA) anywhere you go, unrestricted by classroom boundaries or instructional session limitations.

Your ability to connect to the ISA will no longer be location-bound. Portable functions enabled, including Video Streaming, Research Scan, Game Emulation Mode, and Communication Channels (One-Way Only).

CAUTION: Internet Simulation will now require active mana channeling to simulate bandwidth load.

Rate of Consumption: 1 second of access = 1 Mana Crystal

Balance Available: 1024 Mana Crystals = 17 minutes and 7 seconds of continuous use.

Please manage your data responsibly. Just because you can watch cat videos in the middle of a battlefield doesn’t mean you should.

...

Nolan’s mouth opened slightly. He just stood there. He couldn’t believe that there was something like a hidden quest. But why is the internet pricey when it’s free inside the room?

"...This is bullshit," he muttered under his breath. "Seventeen minutes? That’s it? And I have to feed this thing mana crystals like a goddamn vending machine?"

He threw his hands up in frustration. "Un-freaking-believable. Can’t even scroll for half a damn hour."

But as he paced around the room and let the absurdity of it sink in, his complaints began to settle.

He wasn’t truly mad—not in the way he used to get when something unfair happened back home. Because, for once, even a ridiculous system reward had a silver lining.

He could now use the ’internet cheat’ outside. Anywhere.

That alone was game-changing.

"...Still," he murmured, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders, "this’ll be my emergency button. I’ll only use it when I have no other choice."

With that, he exhaled slowly, then looked around the now-empty classroom. No more sessions scheduled. No knocks on the door. No students waiting for his scolding or dry sarcasm. The silence was heavy—but not uncomfortable. freeweɓnøvel.com

Should he leave?

Everything was going... well. Shockingly well, actually.

He wasn’t a wanted man anymore. He wasn’t being chased or monitored or accused of anything. He was now officially a noble of Silver Blade City. He had a villa. A staff. A luxurious hot spring and three bathrooms—he only needed one, but still.

He was earning more mana crystals than he knew what to do with, especially since he rarely spent them on anything except simulation upkeep and the occasional food craving.

The students were gone.

That meant there was no one to spread rumors about how absurdly fast Nolan could make someone stronger.

No whispers of his "internet sorcery."

No threats of exposure or exploitation.

In every possible metric—financial, social, and magical—he had achieved security.

So really... should he leave?

He tilted his head, cracked his neck again with a pop, then let out a long breath.

"Alright," he said to no one, scratching the back of his head. "I might stay here a little longer."

Just then, the classroom door burst open with zero regard for subtlety.

Lirazel entered, eyes glimmering, hips swaying, a smile way too cheerful for someone who may or may not have violated several zoning laws.

"Hello, master," she chimed.

Nolan raised an eyebrow. "Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking for you."

She blinked innocently. "Oh, just relocating our dungeon dragon den."

"...What."

He blinked again, expression frozen, and tried to process her words. He vaguely remembered her mentioning something about a den before, maybe during one of her long, slightly terrifying monologues. But he hadn’t taken it seriously.

"What dungeon den?" he asked flatly, more out of curiosity than alarm.

Lirazel tilted her head, as if surprised he didn’t already know. "You forgot? Our den. You know—the one we’d use to copulate, lay eggs, raise spawnlings for future battles, conduct rituals, host interdimensional guests. That den."

Nolan stood there, mouth slightly ajar.

"...Holy shit," he muttered, eyes narrowing in a mix of embarrassment and shock. "I completely forgot about that."

"Well, I didn’t," she replied proudly.

Nolan rubbed his temples, fighting the headache that was coming. "Okay... so where did you relocate it?"

She beamed. "Of course—beneath your new villa."

Silence.

"...You put it under my house?"

"It’s the natural place," she said with the air of someone explaining why grass grows.

Nolan wanted to scream. But then paused. Of course. It did make sense, in some twisted, Lirazel-logic kind of way. The villa had privacy, protection, and barriers... probably the most secure place in Silver Blade City. But still, what if someone found it?

He opened his mouth to ask, but before the words left his lips, Lirazel crossed her arms and raised her chin smugly.

"Relax," she said, reading his mind as usual. "Unless you die, no one will find it. It’s perfectly hidden. Tied to your soul signature."

Nolan exhaled, letting the relief wash over him—

But then, her tone shifted. Just enough for the hairs on his neck to rise.

"Unless," she added quietly, "it was your students."