[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-magus-supremacy":3,"chapter-magus-supremacy-magus-supremacy-chapter-810":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Magus Supremacy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1244310,1673,"Chapter 810: Join In Too","magus-supremacy-chapter-810",810,"\u003Cp>Chapter 810\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While all this was going on, Grey sat calmly atop Noir without a care in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were shut as he absorbed the surrounding mana into his core, hastily attempting to replenish it in time to join the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t worried about Thalos; he knew how powerful the gargoyle was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a Primordial-ranked being, Thalos could handle himself and endure for a long while—at least until something shifted in their favor or he outright won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the others... They were human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the leaders, even if ten of them grouped together, it wouldn’t change much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leaders were called leaders for a reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monsters in their respective domains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grey wasn’t about to lose strong and loyal allies for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence, he hurried his cultivation, carefully regulating the flow of mana so as not to cause internal complications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword possessed a feature that allowed him to store all—or even half of his mana if he wished, which he had done before stepping foot into the coliseum earlier that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could have reclaimed that stored reserve and entered the battle immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he did, he wouldn’t have a hidden stash left to rely on should he become drained mid-fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he consumed his pills instead, he would only gain five minutes of restored mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was absolutely certain that five minutes wouldn’t be enough to turn the tide—especially against opponents of this caliber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secondly, he needed the others to land a few solid hits and perhaps weaken—or even miraculously eliminate the leaders before he stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would make things far less troublesome once he joined the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For months, the others had anticipated this day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t about to steal their spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not now. Not today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would allow them their revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His primary and sole target was one individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orion Stormvale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest, he didn’t particularly care about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he brought down the so-called warrior closest to godhood, he would be satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others could claim whatever vengeance they desired afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he sensed anyone falling into a life-threatening situation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t hesitate to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low mana or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noir, on the other hand, was simmering inwardly while watching the others fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’You know what? Screw you, Grey! Everyone else is having fun, and you’ve got me acting like your chair while you cultivate?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’And guard too,’ Grey replied internally without breaking his concentration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the familiar’s irritation intensifying, Grey quickly added—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’... Look. Your role here is critical. I can’t trust anyone else with this. They’re all out there fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I’m attacked while deeply immersed in cultivation, I need you to shield me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re ruthless—you won’t hesitate before taking a life. That’s why I’m entrusting my safety to you. I trust you, Noir.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar listened quietly, its expression unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It remained silent for a moment before snarling inside the mage’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’As if I’d care if your head got chopped off. Tsk!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It paused thoughtfully before continuing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’But yeah... you need to be at full strength for whatever happens next...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Severing the mental link, Noir narrowed its gaze at Orion as an uneasy sensation crept through its fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Especially since I can sense something off about him—both his body and his aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s something strange. He’s hiding something. We need you at your peak, Grey... because I don’t think anyone here can handle whatever trump card he decides to reveal.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the north booth, the trio finally settled in, watching the unfolding chaos from various angles across the arena with neutral expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So we aren’t going to look for where that lad sent the thousands of spectators?\" Beatrix asked with a scowl, her eyes fixed on the leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a brief pause before Ken responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I forgot to inform you earlier. I received a mental transmission from a guard stationed in the northeast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of people began appearing across a wide field. Obviously, they’re the spectators from before—which means they’re safe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Beatrix let out a quiet sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted her attention from the battlefield to the spectator stands, noticing that only a handful of individuals still remained seated there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Why didn’t he teleport these people as well? What exactly is he planning?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Ron turned his gaze toward Grey, then toward the wolf he sat upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’A mage, eh? Now I understand why what he did felt so familiar. He’s a mage—and quite a powerful one compared to the rest... This is bad.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the perfectly intact west booth, Pluck sat with a deep frown etched across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast a brief glance at the leader of the Watcher’s Clan, then at the students huddled in a corner, silently observing the battle unfolding before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes then shifted toward the dozen guards standing at the back of the booth like motionless statues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve decided,\" Pluck finally announced, drawing everyone’s attention as his gaze narrowed on Grey’s back in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Decided what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pluck rose to his feet, a grin spreading across his face as he began walking forward with measured, deliberate strides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d love to take that lad’s head—for what he did to Oscroch and for the massacre of hundreds of Behemoth members.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader of the Watcher’s Clan froze, staring at the vice leader’s back in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? Do you realize this could spark a war between the Aetherian faction and our own?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without turning around, Pluck replied coolly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who would find out? Besides, he’s clearly the mastermind behind this assault. If I do this, the Aetherian faction will end up owing us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Watcher’s Clan leader opened his mouth, then closed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried again, about to voice his concern—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could, Pluck drove his fist into the front entrance of the booth with tremendous force, causing it to crumble instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Time to join the fun,\" he smirked as he calmly began walking toward an unsuspecting Grey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader of the Watcher’s Clan slowly shook his head, a chilling sense of dread creeping up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is bad. Even if you’re the strongest vice leader of the Behemoth Clan... I can feel something incredibly off about that kid. How on earth didn’t you sense it too?!’\u003C\u002Fp>",1045,"2026-06-05T15:21:41.961Z",1,"novelbin.me","2fb61b7daa07e02490811a6ed067b2773723444571b2857f1c72042aab475c80","magus-supremacy-chapter-811","magus-supremacy-chapter-809",1068,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmagus-supremacy-cover.jpg"]