Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead

After that little verbal spat, I dropped into my seat. From the side, I felt a piercing glare sink right into my bones.

Lirael was staring at me like she was mentally laying me down on a sacrificial altar.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’m the villain again today.

But there’s no way I’m missing the Mugen Fight Club.

When else am I gonna put my strength to use? Can’t let good stuff go to waste.

And so, a few hours of suffocating lectures flew by. The sun had sunk beneath the horizon, and most students were heading home after the final bell.

But not tonight.

Tonight was for bold clashes in the Fight Club. Hundreds of guys made their way behind the Academy. There stood a building that looked like a gymnasium from the outside.

Even through the door, you could hear the roars of excited spectators.

The Mugen Wars — a place where only Academy students were allowed to throw down.

Fighting anywhere else was strictly forbidden.

This is where problems got settled and aggression got released.