Internet Mage Professor-Chapter 110: Eggs

Nolan’s eye twitched. "What’s the problem, Lirazel?"

The succubus landed with a gust of warm air, wings flaring, panic stamped all over her face. She didn’t answer him.

Instead, her tail flicked, her eyes glowing with urgency—and something else.

"Can we breed?" she blurted out.

Nolan’s expression cracked into a grimace. "...No."

"But we have to," Lirazel insisted, stepping closer. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her voice had that seductive, lilting tone that always made Nolan want to throw a chair through a wall.

"We really don’t," Nolan said sharply.

She flared her wings again, circling him like a predator—and an overly affectionate one at that. "You’re my Master. My anchor to this realm. You’re a Mana Specialist, you’re powerful—so, so powerful—and your genetic pool is simply screaming ’elite template!’ Don’t you want to preserve that? Cultivate the future? Our offspring could revolutionize dimensional affinity metrics!"

"Why the hell would dimensional affinity matter— no, stop talking like that."

"But look at me!" Lirazel gestured dramatically to herself as if she were a menu item. "I have high mana absorption. My bloodline ranks in the upper five percent of succubi. I’m fertile during prime solar cycles. We match!" she practically sang.

"No."

"I’ve already written three simulation reports showing optimal outcomes of our potential hybridized offspring in twelve different timelines. Twelve! All of them have ninety-eight percent chance of mana breakthrough before the age of six!"

"NO!"

Lirazel clutched her chest as if Nolan had just physically stabbed her. "You don’t understand. We have to. It’s urgent! The window is closing!"

"What the hell are you talking about—?!" Nolan finally snapped, hands clawing at his scalp. "Can you stop telling me all these bullshit and go straight what the real problem is?!"

Lirazel paused. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"I—I..." She fumbled, breath catching in her throat. "Matse No—I mean... Master Nolan..."

Nolan stared blankly. "Why did you just call me—?"

"Just come!" Lirazel yelled, already taking off with a gust of wind that knocked over three chairs and scattered the papers off his desk.

"Wait—!" he called out. But she was already gone, wings disappearing down the hall.

"...What the hell is wrong with her today?" he muttered.

With a long, dragging sigh, Nolan pushed himself to his feet.

No use flying.

He wasn’t in the mood.

He started walking after her, down the halls, through the corridors, and then into the open garden sectors of the campus. He wasn’t rushing.

If it was truly urgent, she could’ve just said so. Besides, he figured if it was life or death, she would’ve started screaming about infernal prophecies by now.

Lirazel, meanwhile, kept peeking behind her shoulder, her expression growing more anxious by the second. "Master, you’re walking too slow!"

Nolan rolled his eyes. "I’m not in the mood for a cardio-based fetch quest."

"I’m not joking, Nolan!"

He sighed again, now genuinely curious, and trudged on.

Eventually, she brought him back to their private villa, nestled in the southern grounds of the academy’s protected magical sector.

It was normally elegant, manicured with glowing crimson rosebushes, thorned trees that hummed with mana, and the illusion of moonlight even during day. But today, Nolan noticed something... different. A tension. The air felt warped.

Lirazel darted ahead and beckoned him into the villa.

He followed slowly—still cautious—until he stepped into the main hall, where a cozy fireplace usually flickered with low magical flame.

Except now... it wasn’t a fireplace at all.

It had changed.

The bricks had shifted, pulled inward like a blossoming eye. The glow was gone. Instead, a swirling mana gate, deep black with indigo veins, pulsed in place of the fire.

"...What," Nolan said flatly, "the actual hell am I looking at?"

Lirazel stood beside it, wringing her hands. "Yes... I know... It wasn’t here earlier... But that’s not the problem."

"You think?"

"Well, when I put it here earlier, it didn’t activate because it was gathering some mana. Somehow, the Dungeon Ward spell around my villa reacts differently when you’re near, so it never took shape while you’re here. I think you suppress some of the residual dimensional signals with your... I don’t know... some strange mana."

"So," Nolan said, rubbing his chin, "this dungeon is shy, and when I left to teach, poof, dungeon door in the fireplace. Cool. Totally normal."

Lirazel glanced at him nervously. "Come inside."

He paused.

"...Sure. Because following a panicking succubus into a mysterious dungeon door inside a fireplace sounds like a great life decision."

But he followed her anyway.

The shift in atmosphere was immediate.

As they stepped through the portal, the world twisted around them. The light warped into a liquid hue, the air turned thicker—heavier. He could feel it in his bones. And then, they were inside.

The heart of Lirazel’s Dungeon.

A cavernous Dragon Den, massive and carved from obsidian stone laced with glowing runes. Ancient roots clung to the ceiling like petrified veins. Crystalline growths jutted out from the ground, resonating with whispers of dormant power. Pools of mana shimmered around carved stone pathways that spiraled downward toward the center.

And there, at the heart of it all—

Three massive eggs.

Each pulsing faintly with life.

Nolan stood still. Something in him stirred. The feeling of ancient magic, of embryonic power—of something deep and old.

"These are yours?" he asked quietly.

Lirazel nodded, her voice uncharacteristically soft. "Yes. My Dragon Den has been dormant for a long time... but the wards began to weaken. I couldn’t hide it anymore. They’ve been growing steadily. I didn’t want anyone to see them until I was sure."

Nolan walked slowly toward the eggs. They radiated magic—high-level, refined, wild. He could see the silhouettes moving inside. Gentle, at first. Peaceful.

Each egg pulsed in a different rhythm. The first was deep red, the second shimmering blue, and the third a pale silver. As Nolan got closer, he saw it—movements inside. Coiled limbs, translucent wings, twitching tails.

The blue egg—an aquatic creature—shifted suddenly.

Lirazel stepped closer, tense. "It’s near..."

Nolan narrowed his eyes. The creature inside the blue egg began to thrash, spinning, circling inside its thin membrane. But not in joy.

In panic.

"Something’s wrong," Nolan murmured.

The egg’s glow spiked. Inside, the aquatic creature twitched violently, trying to escape, to twist free. But the space was too small, and the fluid inside boiled with magical intensity. The creature darted, bumping into the inner wall of the shell.

Then—

Movement.

From within the same egg.

Something dark and sinewy slithered along the edge, coiling like smoke in water. A second shape.

"...There are two inside?" Nolan whispered.

"No," Lirazel said, her voice trembling. "That... wasn’t supposed to happen."

The second shape snapped forward, biting the aquatic creature inside. Blood—dark blue—splattered inside the egg, diffusing into the fluid like ink in water. The creature jerked, twisted, flailed, but it was trapped. No way out.

Nolan watched, stunned, as the aquatic creature tried to circle, spinning faster and faster. It lunged, fighting back, lashing with claws and fins. The predator wrapped around it again. They clashed, twisted, locked in desperate battle inside the small space of the shell.

Bite.

Rip.

Screech.

The walls of the egg trembled, glowing with violent pulses of light. Blood smeared the inner surface. The aquatic creature fought like a cornered godling—elegant, furious, tragic.

Nolan couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Then...

Stillness.

The egg calmed.

The pulsing glow steadied.

"...What... the hell was that?" Nolan whispered.

And then he turned.

Lirazel was trembling.

Tears in her eyes.

"You didn’t tell me!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You didn’t tell me!"