Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

The boy, his ego smarting from his failed attacks and the unexpected power of my spells, now realized that I was no ordinary mage.

He saw me not just as a mere recruit, but as a genuine threat to his reputation and status.

Determined to end the fight quickly and decisively, he made a desperate decision - one that would be considered unsavory and even unethical in a harmless sparring match such as this.

His eyes narrowed to slits, a fierce determination burning within him as he reached for a power that few mages would dare to wield in such a situation.

The word "Fire cage" echoed through the air, the boy's voice ringing with a dark intensity as the flames around us twisted and turned, morphing into a twisted prison that engulfed me in a crackling embrace.

"Gotcha," he hissed, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he admired his handiwork, the flames dancing and swirling around me like a fierce inferno, their heat searing my flesh and threatening to consume me.

"Levi". Someone screamed, I imagined it was Emily.

With the cage of flames shrinking ever closer, the heat of the flames licking at my skin, I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to escape unscathed.

Calling upon my connection to the system, I opened the skills menu and selected the skill that had until now remained dormant: Invulnerability.

As the skill activated, a rush of energy surged through my body, a tingling sensation spreading across my skin as a strong barrier of magic enveloped me, a powerful force field that deflected the worst of the flames, rendering me impervious to their deadly touch.

[Invulnerabilty activated]

[You have 10 mins]

Now, I had bought myself time to get out the cage.

I decided the vortex was still my best course of action.

So I aimed my fans at the side of the cage. Vortex. I said and a vortex shot out, blasting a large hole in the wall.

[You have 9 mins]

Confident in the protective cloak of invulnerability that now shielded me, I stepped forward, the flames parting like a curtain before me as I passed through the cage unharmed, the heat of the fire no longer a threat to my flesh

For the watching mages, the sight of me stepping through the flaming prison was a sight that defied logic and reason.

Without knowledge of my newfound skill, they could only imagine the horror and pain that I must be enduring, their hearts racing and stomachs twisting as they watched, expecting to see me emerge from the inferno, my flesh charred and seared by the intense heat.

Their collective cringe, the sound of gasps and murmurs of shock and sympathy, was almost palpable in the tense silence that followed my escape, the air thick with anticipation as they awaited the reveal of my injuries.

The moment of truth arrived, the watching mages holding their breath as the flames died down and I emerged from the cage, the light of the fire dancing across my features.

Their jaws dropped in unison as they realized that I was unscathed, my skin unblemished by the licking flames that had threatened to devour me only moments before.

Their shock was palpable, their expressions a mix of disbelief, awe, and perhaps even a hint of fear as they took in the sight of me, unburnt and unafraid, a powerful force to be reckoned with.

As the realization of my unscathed condition hit the young man, his expression changed, his features morphing from that of confident superiority to a mask of utter shock and disbelief.

His eyes widened to impossible proportions, the whites of his eyes stark against the flushed crimson of his cheeks as he gaped at me, the blood draining from his face as the veil of confidence was torn away

As I stood there, watching the boy struggle to comprehend the enormity of his mistake, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer power that separated a one-star mage from a two-star mage.

Despite my best efforts, despite the mastery of my skills and the cunning of my strategy, I had been no match for his superior strength and experience, the difference in our ranks a chasm that even my newfound magic had not been able to bridge.

"He's still stronger than me," I thought, a mix of frustration and awe filling my mind as I took stock of the situation.

With my magic reaching its limits, I realized that a different course of action was needed if I wanted to end this battle on my terms.

I took a deep breath, the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears as I readied myself for the fight ahead.

My gaze hardened, the familiar fire of determination burning in my eyes as I shifted my stance, my feet finding purchase on the scorched ground beneath me.

"He's a two-star mage," I thought, "my magic is no match for his.

My recent forays into the realm of carnal pleasure had brought with them a unique and unexpected benefit - a bounty of lust points that had fueled the growth and enhancement of my physical attributes.

Hours spent in the throes of passion, exploring and experiencing the pleasures of the flesh, had provided me with more than just physical satisfaction, but also a unique form of power that I had been able to channel into the development of my body.

My muscles had grown stronger, my reflexes faster, my endurance increased as the lust points had been poured into the strength and durability of my physical form.

Fueled by the power of the lust points, my physical prowess had risen to levels that even the most seasoned mages could only dream of, my body honed and crafted into a weapon of immense strength and speed, capable of feats that would have once been impossible.

Compared to my peers in the academy, I was a force to be reckoned with, my physical capabilities towering above those of even the strongest and most skilled among them, the gap in our abilities as stark and obvious as the sun on a clear day.