Internet Mage Professor-Chapter 76: Test

Nolan glanced at the students, still buzzing from their success, and a knowing smile played at the edge of his lips.

He closed the movie window with a casual flick of his hand, the faint shimmering light around him flickering out with it.

Now it was time to test his rank as a Third Mana Specialist.

Nolan stood slowly from his chair, his movements deliberate, quiet, purposeful. He folded his arms across his chest and took a long, thoughtful breath.

Then he spoke.

"Did you all complete it?"

His tone was neutral, but his eyes studied every twitch, every micro-reaction in their expressions. The way Selin’s fingers fidgeted. How Ruvin’s eyes darted to Calien, uncertain. Erik shifted from one foot to the other.

There was a long, awkward silence. And then, in a collective fumble, they all nodded, mumbling overlapping answers.

"Yes."

"Yeah, we did."

"We made it."

"It’s done."

Nolan raised a brow. "Hmm."

He didn’t move from his spot, didn’t say a word. He simply waited.

The tension brewed, steeped like tea in hot water, until the students couldn’t help but glance at one another again. Finally, he asked, "And your last experience—how was it?"

There was a beat of silence. Then, slowly, one by one, they began to speak.

At first, the words came out stiff, cautious, like they were trying to give the correct answer, the one he wanted to hear. But as they reflected, the emotion poured in—real and raw.

The difference from their earlier attempts had been night and day, and now that they’d tasted victory, it hit them just how far they’d come.

Calien started, his voice calm but contemplative. "Compared to before... it felt less like fighting a monster and more like we were dancing around it. Like we knew what to expect, when to move, where to hit. Even though the bloater still looked disgusting, even though it screamed and rushed, I didn’t feel as scared anymore. I felt... focused."

Selin followed, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "The coordination just... clicked. Before, I was only watching out for myself, trying not to die. But this time, I noticed where everyone else was. I could anticipate their steps, the way Calien baited, how Erik was holding the middle. I knew where Ruvin would rotate, so I just adjusted, fired exactly when I needed to. It didn’t feel chaotic. It felt... orchestrated."

Ruvin nodded eagerly. "Right?! Before it was a mess. We were shouting, panicking, bumping into each other. Now it was smooth. I mean, sure, I still messed up a bit, but I knew when I was messing up. And I knew how to fix it mid-fight. That never happened before. That’s what felt so good."

Erik, rubbing his wrist, let out a soft laugh. "Even I held back. Like, I knew not to just charge forward like I usually do. I thought for once. I let the creature move past me, trusted the others would hit it when I gave them the opening. That trust... that’s new."

Nolan listened intently, absorbing every word. His expression didn’t change, but inside, he was surprised.

Not because they improved—he had expected that.

What shocked him was how aware they were of the improvement.

They weren’t just mindlessly performing better.

They were conscious of their changes, aware of their growth, and that meant something critical had clicked inside them.

And then, all four of them looked at him.

"Thank you, teacher," Selin said softly.

"Yeah," Erik echoed, still catching his breath. "You really helped us understand. We couldn’t have done this without you, professor."

"We were just... guessing before," Calien added. "But now we know what to look for. What to fix. And that made all the difference."

Ruvin gave a thumbs-up, smiling wide. "You’re the real MVP, Sir."

Nolan blinked slowly, absorbing the gratitude. His mouth twitched into a faint smile. He wasn’t used to this kind of praise. Not in his last life, anyway.

"...I’m glad."

The words came out gently. For a brief second, he allowed them to feel the satisfaction. To enjoy the warmth of success. Then, his eyes narrowed, and his arms unfolded.

"Now do it again."

They blinked. "Huh?"

"I want to see it."

Without waiting for protest, he clapped his hands sharply, and the simulator lit up again. The city map reset, and the virtual world shimmered back into form.

The students scrambled, reloading the level, repositioning. They obeyed without question, instinctively trusting that if he wanted them to repeat it, there was a reason.

Nolan leaned slightly forward, watching them with a more analytical gaze than before. This wasn’t just about repetition.

This was about refinement.

The students entered the room. The bloater emerged. The battle began again.

And this time, Nolan watched not just their movement—but the time.

Their formation held, and coordination was sound, but he noticed the subtle delays.

Calien hesitated slightly when the bloater feinted. Selin rotated too far back and had to realign. Ruvin paused too long after his first strike. Erik took an extra half second to step into his guard stance.

It added up.

By the time they brought the bloater down again, it had taken them 39 seconds longer than their previous run.

He clapped his hands again, more softly this time.

"Pause."

They stopped. The simulator froze.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

The students glanced around, unsure.

"You still won," Nolan said, voice even. "But you took almost forty seconds longer than last time. Why?"

The silence stretched.

He answered for them.

"You hesitated. All of you. Tiny hesitations. Barely noticeable. But they added up. Every time you paused to think instead of trust your plan, every time your formation drifted just a bit out of sync, it cost you time."

They looked down, almost ashamed.

Nolan stepped forward, raising his hand. "No. Don’t be discouraged. You did well. But now you need to understand why that happened."

He began walking slowly across the room as he explained.

"You’re still thinking too much. You’re doubting. Doubt creates hesitation. Hesitation creates gaps. Gaps in rhythm. Gaps in synergy. And when you fight something as unrelenting as a bloater, those gaps can get you killed.

"You were reacting to each other instead of anticipating. Coordination is not about reacting. It’s about predicting. Knowing so well what your teammate will do that you don’t wait to see it—you move as if it already happened."

He stopped, turning toward them.

"Real teamwork isn’t built on commands. It’s built on rhythm. Tempo. Flow. You don’t shout orders every second in real combat. You feel the team’s energy, the shifts in motion. You ride that wave together. What you did earlier? That was structure. Good. What I want now... is flow."

They nodded slowly, taking his words in like scripture. No one spoke. No one interrupted.

"And the solution is simple," Nolan said, his voice quiet, powerful, unmistakably clear. "You need to stop thinking about your role and start thinking about the team’s movement. Look at the formation as a shape, not four people. A shape that breathes, shifts, tightens, loosens. Move as a part of that shape."

He lifted a hand and traced an invisible circle in the air. "Keep that circle intact at all times. Calien draws the attention, Selin rotates the arc, Ruvin presses the cut, Erik controls the center. Think of your formation as a spinning blade. Never stop spinning."

They stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Try it now."

No more questions.

They reloaded.

This time, they didn’t talk.

This time, they moved.

Like dancers in perfect sync, they entered the simulation. The bloater came charging, but their response wasn’t staggered or tense—it was like watching a storm rotate around an unmoving center.

Calien flowed forward, drew the aggro, ducked.

Selin was already sliding into position, firing without needing a cue.

Ruvin cut through the staggered flank, fast, clean.

Erik shifted his guard subtly, allowing an opening without exposing himself.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was faster. Sharper. Almost artistic.

When the bloater fell this time, it only took them one minute and twenty-two seconds.

Fifteen seconds faster than the first time.

Nolan nodded slowly.

The students pulled off their headsets and stared at him, winded, amazed, visibly stunned at what they’d just accomplished.

Calien muttered, "That was... different."

Selin whispered, "I didn’t even have to think."

"It felt like... we were just one thing," Ruvin said.

"I didn’t hold back," Erik added. "But it didn’t feel reckless."

Nolan smiled faintly.

"That," he said, "was closer to what real coordination feels like."

They looked at him with a new level of awe.

Nolan stepped back toward the console, already typing something into the system.

"Alright," he said, his tone shifting, firmer now. "Let’s do another try."

The students straightened.

"But this time..." Nolan looked up at them, his eyes gleaming with intent.

"It’s not multiplayer."

There was a pause.

He smiled.

"It’s single player."