Chapter 183: Allen Summons SpongeBob
Over the course of a month, half of the apprentices were ultimately eliminated.
Mastering five spells proficiently was simply too difficult for the average person. Most of those who were eliminated had only just gotten started—they weren't even close to meeting the standard.
In truth, Gu Yi's talent was only average, but he trained with remarkable diligence, often practicing spells alone while others were resting.
He repeated them again and again until he truly mastered them.
Of course, the standard for mastery meant being able to cast them smoothly in one go—not reaching the level of effortless fluency like Allen.
The guy was basically running on cheat codes. No normal person could understand the kind of hacks he had.
"Whew…"
Allen rode into the training ground on Agatha's back, gripping her pigtail with his left hand and brandishing a toilet plunger in his right, looking every bit the part of a cocky show-off.
Seeing that half the apprentices looked dejected, Allen couldn't help but ask, "Why the long faces? Don't tell me you're naturally inclined to be miserable."
"You're seriously messed up. Today's the assessment. Of course they're upset—they've been eliminated and can't stay at Kamar-Taj anymore," Agatha rolled her eyes as she replied.
"Crap, the assessment is already here? I haven't even gotten around to practicing my spells!"
Allen jumped off Agatha's back in a panic, looking worried. "I've been too busy cultivating immortality techniques—I didn't get the chance to practice any magic."
"…"
Everyone present rolled their eyes, without exception.
This guy didn't need any training. Just watching a spell once was enough for him to fully master it.
Even though it was obvious that Allen wouldn't have any problems passing, the assessment still had to go through the formal procedures.
Agatha was the first to demonstrate the spells she had learned—and of course, she passed on her first try.
After all, with her witch bloodline, a little training was all it took to master them. If not, she would've rebelled ages ago, given how often Allen rode around on her like that.
"Allen, show us your recent progress," the assessment mage said sternly.
"I'm shy. Can we do it another day?"
Allen bashfully twirled his hand in a circle—activating the portal spell as he spoke.
"That counts as a pass. Next spell," the mage replied.
Everyone at Kamar-Taj knew Allen could do all sorts of flashy tricks with portals, so there was no need to test him further.
"Someone volunteer. Try out my Silence Staff."
"Forget it—next spell."
Seeing Allen raise the toilet plunger again, the assessment mage quickly urged him to move on.
Everyone had witnessed Agatha get beaten by that plunger. No one wanted to experience that strange, indescribable sensation for themselves.
"You guys are a real hassle… Forcing me to reveal my identity as the Dance Mage Supreme."
As he spoke, Allen pointed the plunger at the assessment mage and shouted, "Time to DOMI you!"
A stream of runes shot out from the plunger and attached themselves to the mage's body one by one.
"Shield Spell!"
The mage was surprised—this was a high-level spell that required strong willpower to cast.
A mage's magic stemmed from their mental strength, which could only be built up slowly through meditation or repeated spell training. Breaking through that cap took years—sometimes decades—of disciplined work.
Which meant that Allen was born with abnormally high mental strength.
In truth, his three-class profession boosted his physical and mental stats by 36 times. That included his spirit stat, putting him on par with veteran mages—he just hadn't had any prior exposure to magic.
On top of that, his Arcane Affinity and Elemental Attunement skills made it easy for him to learn any spell without obstacles.
The only problem was… Allen wasn't exactly fond of studying.
"Two spells left," the assessment mage said with visible satisfaction.
Even if Allen hadn't learned all five required spells, no one at Kamar-Taj would dream of expelling him.
Talented people deserved to be cherished no matter where they went.
"Knowledge is power—I bestow you with power."
A rune flew out from Allen's palm and attached itself to the mage's forehead, prompting another shocked reaction. "The Knowledge Rune!"
Allen had just demonstrated two high-level spells in a row. He was already operating at the level of a full-fledged mage.
The mages of Kamar-Taj had calculated that if an apprentice could learn ten spells within a year, their mental strength would be roughly equivalent to that of a full mage. That's how they established the three-step assessment.
Based on Allen's performance, the assessment mage concluded that he was a one-in-a-million natural-born mage.
Such individuals were exceedingly rare—one might appear once in thousands or tens of thousands of years.
If a natural-born mage didn't inherit the mantle of the Sorcerer Supreme, their accomplishments still wouldn't be any less remarkable.
But if they did become Sorcerer Supreme… Just imagining the possibilities was enough to set one's blood boiling. There was no way they'd let someone like that slip through their fingers.
Pop!
Allen planted the toilet plunger firmly on the ground and formed a series of hand seals. A ring of golden runes appeared around his wrists.
"The Ring of Raggadorr?"
The assessment mage froze in surprise.
This wasn't some advanced spell—it was one of the fundamental components of Kamar-Taj's magical system, commonly used to link with multidimensional realms.
When combined with portal magic, it evolved into the Dimensional Gate spell, allowing for interdimensional travel.
However, the core components of that spell were restricted to full-fledged mages—only they had the qualifications to tap into the power of multidimensional deities.
Typically, only the power of Lawful deities was borrowed, which collectively fell under the domain of white magic.
Black magic was forbidden. It drew from evil gods and carried dangerous side effects, such as corrupting the mind and dragging the user toward darkness.
The legacy of the Sorcerer Supreme included knowledge of these multidimensional realms.
"Korkisenakiji!"
Allen slapped the ground. A magical golden light formed a circular summoning array.
With a flash, a strange creature appeared in the center of the formation.
"Summoning spell!"
The mage looked at the odd creature with suspicion. He had no idea what Allen had just summoned. After all, the multiverse contained countless realms—even gods didn't claim to know them all.
"Hi everyone! I'm SpongeBob SquarePants, head fry cook at the Krusty Krab. Can someone please send me back to the restaurant? If I'm away for more than ten minutes, Mr. Krabs will fire me!"
A sponge with limbs and suspenders, cartoonish features, and a very familiar voice—it was none other than SpongeBob SquarePants.
Thrown into this unfamiliar world, SpongeBob nervously bit his fingers, more concerned about Mr. Krabs docking his pay than the bizarre magic around him.
"Shit… I forgot this is a Western comic world. Summoning jutsu from Naruto doesn't work here," Allen muttered, smacking his forehead.
He casually reversed the summoning array and sent SpongeBob back to Bikini Bottom.
With the assessment concluded, the mage immediately gathered the veteran mages of Kamar-Taj.
Allen's unruly behavior was giving them serious headaches.
He was randomly picking up all kinds of spells without following any sort of structure—and now he was even messing with summoning magic. What if he accidentally summoned a dark god?
Allen's original goal had been to summon monsters to defeat them for XP.
But when he realized that all his summons were from the Lawful faction—and that killing them would cause permanent damage to his mental strength—he quickly lost interest in pursuing it further.