After that incident, FuPa's Class was back on air.
January 7, 2024
Wiz-Tube Intro for the FuPa's Class Channel (Illustration on my Wattpad Page)
"Hello, Mortals! Welcome back to FuPa's Class. It's great to see you all again after the holiday break. Alright, as usual, let's greet our Mortals! Hello, halobandung! Thank you, halobandung, for always being a loyal viewer of FuPa's Class. Welcome bot_123, and hello nickthedestroyer..."
"For today's episode, we'll continue our discussion on Zaklady Magie, specifically Part 3. I know some of you might be feeling a little bored, so we've prepared a surprise for you."
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"I'm so glad you came today. I thought you'd never come back. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, bro. I was just shocked back then. It's weird—I've seen headless bodies in movies so many times, and it's never fazed me. But seeing it in real life… it was terrifying."
"Thanks. So, are you ready to stream again?"
"Of course, but before that, I want to talk to you about something."
"What is it?"
"Well, you know, even though our content is great and the audience response has been pretty satisfying, if we keep doing the same thing, there's a chance they'll get bored."
"Didn't we just do a collaboration recently?"
"Sure, but that doesn't happen every day or every episode. Maybe we need to add some action or even live demonstrations."
"That's all planned for next month. It's already laid out in the syllabus."
"I know, but not everyone is patient enough to wait that long. Bro, whether we like it or not, we have to cater to the audience. We have to keep giving them what they want. That's what many successful Streamers do. They don't care if it's embarrassing, disgusting, or even dangerous—they'll do it to grab attention."
"Is it really that hard to become a famous Streamer?"
"Once you step into the internet world, it's almost impossible to leave. Even if you manage to quit, there'll always be traces."
"Even so, we need to create something 'healthy' and safe—something beneficial and educational."
"I'm not saying you should do anything crazy, but sometimes being a good and clean person in this world is hard. That's why righteous people are often hated and die young."
Suddenly, Tio's face turned sad, though FuPa didn't notice. He was deep in thought, wondering what to do next.
After a moment of silence, FuPa collapsed onto his bed.
"I don't know. I've been cooped up in this room for too long. How about we go out? Maybe to an Arcade or a Café. Who knows, we might find some inspiration. Don't worry, it's on me."
Tio gave a faint smile. "Alright."
"Mom, Tio and I are going out to look for inspiration. Do you want me to get anything for you?"
"Get me some dodol from the shop across the street. I haven't had it in ages."
"Got it. Is my little sister in her room?"
FuPa knew his dad and older sister were at work. He had tried convincing them to stop working and do what they wanted instead, but his dad insisted on finishing a few more years before retiring. His older sister, being strong and independent, didn't enjoy idleness. On her days off, she'd either exercise or attend classes.
His younger sister was still in middle school, so she was already home by this time in the afternoon, usually playing on her phone in her room.
"You wait outside; I need to talk to my sister first."
FuPa knocked on her door.
"What?"
"I'm heading out. Do you want anything?"
"Snacks, ice cream, soda—I want lots of snacks."
"Alright."
As FuPa was about to leave, he heard a noise from her room. Moments later, she stepped out, wearing a tank top under a jacket and shorts.
"Wait, I'm coming with you."
FuPa eyed his little sister suspiciously.
"That's suspicious."
She punched him hard in the stomach. Despite her small frame, her strength was impressive.
"Hurry up before it's too late!"
"Wait, don't you want to wear something more appropriate?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Let's go!"
Though FuPa often acted goofy and clumsy, he deeply cared for his family and became serious when it came to them.
"Mila, listen to your brother."
Startled by his sudden sternness, Mila pouted and stomped back to her room to change.
She returned shortly, wearing the same jacket but now paired with a short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants.
"This is better. Thank you," FuPa said, patting her head.
Mila swatted his hand away.
"Let's go."
"Alright."
They walked for about seven minutes before reaching the shopping district.
"You seem to be in a hurry. What exactly are you looking for?"
Mila's eyes suddenly lit up.
"That's a secret. Now give me some money!"
She held out her tiny hand, waiting for FuPa to hand her cash.
"Will this be enough?"
She nodded and dashed into a store.
"Do we need to wait for her?"
"No need. I've placed a protection spell on her. As long as the gods don't intervene, she'll be fine. I'll send her our location later."
"So, where are we going now?"
"Is there somewhere you want to go?"
"Let's grab a drink first, then hit the Arcade. Want to go head-to-head in that game?"
"Oh, that game? Do you think I've lost my edge?"
"Let's find out."
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"Damn, I'm starting to get sick of these monsters—they just keep coming."
Meysa looked at the sky, her expression lonely.
"What is that skinny guy up to? Oh right, wasn't I supposed to visit Hana today?"
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A young girl, about 6 or 7 years old, was picking flowers. The beautiful scene was somewhat marred by the wheelchair she was sitting in.
"Papa, look! I picked so many flowers. Aren't they pretty?"
The large man smiled, gently patting her head.
"Yes, they're very pretty, just like you."
"Papa, can you help me make a flower crown?"
"Let me try."
The girl giggled as she watched her father struggle.
"Papa, don't be embarrassed to admit you can't do something. Sometimes, even when we try hard, if we're not capable enough, we can't achieve anything."
A deep sadness flashed in the man's eyes at his daughter's innocent words.
"Papa, are you okay? Did Hina say something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong. How are you feeling? Any better?"
"Yes, Papa. After taking the medicine you gave me, I feel much better. Thank you, Papa."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the gate.
Without waiting for a reply, Meysa entered and saw Lord Arlotte and Hina.
"Excuse me, Lord Arlotte. Sorry for entering without permission."
"It's alright."
"Hello, Sister Meysa! You came to visit today?"
"Hi, Hina! I missed you so much."
Meysa approached Hina with a basket of fruit.
"Wow, so many fruits! Are they all for me, Sister?"
"Of course, not."
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"That was fun! I thought your skills had gotten rusty, but they're still as sharp as ever."
"I don't know, it feels like I never lost the touch. It was nice going out today, but hold on—"
"What is it?"
"I've got an idea. How about we stream outdoors?"
"That's a great idea! Let the viewers see the fantasy world scenery."
"Let's get ready!"
"Wait, I feel like I forgot something," Tio said, glancing around.
"Did you forget your smartphone?"
"No, I just remembered—I need to use the restroom."
Tio returned 10 minutes later.
"Almost forgot—remind me to buy dodol for my mom," FuPa said as they walked.
"Got it."
Meanwhile:
"Stupid brother, where did you go? Why did I forget to bring my phone too?"
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"We're back, Mom. Here's your dodol."
"Thank you. By the way, where's Mila?"
Both of their faces turned pale. They froze when they heard the front door open.
"Mila, there you are," their mother said.
The two of them turned slowly, meeting Mila's piercing gaze.
FuPa gave a nervous smile and scratched his head.
"Mila, I ran out of money, so I came home to get more."
As Mila stayed silent, both of them immediately dropped to their knees in apology.
"Why am I involved in this too?" Tio grumbled.
"Quiet! We're partners in crime, remember?"
"What are you two doing now?"
FuPa's older sister, who had been watching from behind Mila, sighed at the absurdity of the scene.
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In the blink of an eye, the indoor setting transformed into a breathtaking fantasy world.
The scene displayed a stunning fantasy sky, majestic mountains, lush forests, and magical creatures in the distance.
"This is the little surprise I was talking about. Moving forward, we'll try to change the scenery often—it won't always be indoors. Before we begin the lesson, let's do a poll. Would you like to keep the background noises, like the wind, animals, and rustling leaves? Don't worry, even with the noise, my voice will remain clear."
Poll:
Keep Noise: 0%
No Noise: 0%
After 10 minutes:
Poll Results:
Keep Noise: 68%
No Noise: 32%
"Most of you voted to keep the noise. Thank you! Let's begin the lesson. For those who might have forgotten what we covered before, you can revisit the previous lesson using the link in the description."
Previous Lesson – Zaklady Magie (2) [Link] (Illustration on my Watttpad Page)
"In our last lesson, we discussed the discrimination by nobles toward commoners, which significantly advanced magic development."
"Although this discrimination is now less visible due to legal regulations, it still exists subtly. Going further back, we also talked about Energie and Mozgu."
"Even though we Mages rely on Mozgu for Energie, it doesn't mean we neglect our physical strength. In fact, using Mozgu drains our physical energy immensely."
"Sometimes, thinking is more exhausting than physical activity. So how do we Mages train our physical bodies? Is it the same as other specialists, like Sword Knights?"
"It's quite similar—running, weightlifting, and other exercises. However, we also have a unique method called the Thinking Room."
Illustration on my Wattpad Page.
"As the name suggests, the Thinking Room is a space within our minds created by our subconscious from birth."
"Each Mage's Thinking Room is unique. The richer its content, the stronger the Mage. But even so, if they can't utilize it effectively, it's all pointless."
"It ultimately depends on the individual—the Thinking Room, like fate, cannot be altered."
"In the Thinking Room, also known as Priestor Na Myslenie (PriMy), you can meditate, spar with clones, simulate battles, or even rest."
"Although it's called the Thinking Room, it's not just our mind that enters—it's our entire soul and body. Experts even use it as a technique to sneak and hide. Unless someone is highly perceptive, they wouldn't notice a Mage in the Thinking Room nearby."
"A Mage in the Thinking Room can observe the outside world. If someone has high perception, they might see a transparent orb (PriMy) and could destroy it."
"Destroying a Mage's PriMy can cause severe injuries or even death, as it's equivalent to indirectly destroying the Mage's body."
"That's all for today, Mortals. I also have an important announcement. From now on, FuPa's Class will air only once a week. In exchange, each episode will have higher quality and longer durations. We apologize for the change and thank you for your understanding."
"Let's greet some Mortals before ending today's class: fme++, derson_bane, imagod@dear, and $200dollars…"
"See you in the next class."
Outro Wiz-Tube for FuPa's Class (Illustration on my Wattpad Page)