Internet Mage Professor-Chapter 106: Only bottled water

Nolan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Okay, okay. This wasn’t the end of the world. Just a bunch of tired students being impressed by a regular drink.

Maybe it had some trace of spiritual purification or some kind of system enhancement in his interface that he didn’t notice. But still—he wasn’t going to lose sleep over a water bottle. Probably.

He took another sip and leaned back slightly, watching the students bouncing on their feet, energized, grinning, slapping each other’s backs like they’d just downed a legendary potion.

What ticked him off wasn’t their excitement—it was the fact that they were getting something out of his cheat. His very own, precious ’Internet Cheat’.

The sacred backdoor to Earth.

The personal exploit that no one else should have. He hadn’t been careful because he assumed it didn’t matter. Because bottled water was bottled water.

What can it even do?

But now...?

"Is it really doing that much?" he muttered to himself, eyeing the label again.

Suddenly, Thomas raised a hand, eyes wide with amazement. "Teacher Nolan! What exactly is inside this drink? What are its components?"

Nolan blinked, caught off guard. "Huh?"

The rest of the students turned toward him with expectant faces, as if he were about to explain the secret formula to a heavenly elixir.

He cleared his throat, stood up slowly, and tried to buy time. "Well, it’s, uh... a special formula."

He waved the bottle in the air like a prized artifact and took a deep breath. "Alright. Listen closely. This bottled water—though it may seem humble—is actually composed of highly refined components."

He paused dramatically. The students leaned in.

"First, it contains Hydrogen Monoxide, a transparent and tasteless compound that flows across the Earth’s surface, carving rivers, forming clouds, and quenching thirst like the tears of a mountain spirit."

A murmur of awe broke out.

"Second," he continued, raising a finger, "it has Oxygen Gas dissolved into it. Yes, you heard me right—pure oxygen, stolen from the skies themselves, infused into every drop. The breath of life, embedded in the liquid!"

Eyes widened.

"Third, there’s electrolytes. A word from my homeland. It’s a term so vast and mystical, it refers to invisible particles—tiny dancing sparks of lightning—that balance your inner body current, recharge your mana flow, and stabilize your spiritual nerves."

The murmuring became louder.

"And of course," Nolan added with an exaggerated grin, "there’s chloride, potassium, and sodium—three ancient salts once used by warriors to resist heat, exhaustion, and poison. Even the dragons of legend would lick salt crystals for endurance!"

"Ohhh..." several students whispered, slack-jawed.

"Not to mention," he said, holding up the bottle like a relic, "trace amounts of magnesium, which strengthens the mind, and calcium, which hardens your bones—legend says a full-grown warrior could survive a fall off a mountain if his body had enough!"

"But wait," Nolan said, voice lowering as he stepped forward. "That’s not all." freёweɓnovel.com

The students leaned closer, breathing slow.

"Every molecule is filtered through a multi-layered membrane array, forged through the wisdom of the ancients—also known as ’reverse osmosis’—a technique that purifies it to the point of holiness, stripping it of all evil, leaving behind nothing but the essence of purity."

He let that settle. The room was dead silent. Nolan resisted the urge to smirk.

One student finally broke the silence. "That must cost hundreds of mana crystals..."

Nolan waved his hand dismissively. "Fifteen each. Not much."

They gasped.

"Fifteen?" Alina said, eyes wide. "For all that?"

Thomas looked at the bottle in his hand like it was worth more than his entire monthly allowance. "That’s... still not cheap."

Nolan shrugged, smirking slightly. "Back in my hometown, called Earth, these are actually common. You can get dozens of these just by digging around your couch."

That wasn’t even a lie.

But as he said it, Nolan’s mouth twitched slightly.

Please don’t ask more questions. Please don’t ask me how. Please don’t pry into Earth, don’t dig into my cheat—

"Alright!" he suddenly snapped, clapping his hands loud enough to break the reverent mood. "Enough questions! Everyone, get up! Start training again!"

The students jolted back to reality and nodded, scrambling to their feet.

They grabbed their practice swords, took their positions, and started the familiar routine of the Silver Blade Knight Dance.

The elegant sequence of stances, slashes, twists, and flows. At first, everything seemed normal again.

Until it wasn’t.

It started with James.

He slowed mid-movement, blinking rapidly, sword still raised. "Wait..."

Rhea turned to him. "What’s wrong?"

Then she froze too.

James’s body was shimmering faintly—his skin glistened with a soft glow. And something was... different. The air around him bent, slightly warped, like heat haze.

Then came the sensation—a rush, a pulse of mana that burst outward in a silent shockwave.

The others stumbled back.

"What’s happening?"

"He’s... glowing?"

"I—I feel it. It’s Mana. It’s coming out of him!"

James stood still, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. His hands trembled. Then, slowly, he lowered his sword.

"I—I can see it now... I can feel the rhythm," he whispered. "The breathing of the form. The momentum... the cycle... the connection between each step..."

The students gasped.

"Enlightenment," Alina whispered, stepping back, stunned.

"No way... from a bottle of water?" Aiden muttered, shaking his head.

Nolan, on the other hand, was frozen stiff. His bottle slipped from his hand and bounced harmlessly on the floor. His jaw hung so low it nearly scraped the dirt.

What the fuck?!

He was a Mana Specialist.

He had just reached his 5th stage after watching this infected chaser in the post-apocalyptic world to absorb emotional extremes and fuel his ranking up as a Mana Specialist.

He knew what was happening.

That was real enlightenment.

That kid, James, had just touched the veil of comprehension—stepped into the untouchable zone of clarity all warriors dreamed of.

Because of water?

Bottled water?

Nolan broke into a cold sweat. No, no, no, no... what if this happens every time they drink? What if they think this is normal? What if they start asking for more? I didn’t sign up to be a water vendor, I signed up to be a cheat-breaking God teacher!

James turned slowly toward Nolan, eyes shimmering with something almost holy. "Teacher Nolan... I understand now. The flow of the Silver Blade Knight Dance. I see the design. It’s beautiful."

The rest of the class turned to Nolan.

"That was from the water, right?"

"It has to be."

"What is that water?!"

Nolan forced himself to remain calm, his heart racing in panic. "Y-yes, yes, of course. It enhances clarity. Helps you understand things more deeply if your foundation is solid. It won’t last forever though. Hurry! While the effects are still active—move! Train!"

Like being caught in a spell, the students snapped back into action, renewed purpose in every step.

They flowed into the Sword Dance again, their movements sharper, lighter, more in sync.

Nolan sat down slowly, like an old man processing his regrets.

They were using his bottled water to awaken.

He stared at them, watching blades arc through the air with elegance and focus he’d never seen from them before.

They looked like completely different students. Like warriors.

He mumbled something to himself, reached into his robe, pulled out a different device, and muttered, "Screw it."

Then he opened his video app, queued up a post-apocalyptic zombie movie he hadn’t watched yet, plugged in his Spirit Crystal earbuds, leaned back, and let the visuals wash over him.

He’d figure this out later.

For now?

He needed to rank up.