Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 132

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius – Episode 132

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius 132

Nightmare (2)

The world of dreams.

The world unfolded by Marquis Mimo isn’t a power that simply mediates the dreams of others and turns absurd fantasies into reality.

It’s merely the ability to enter a dream and stimulate the brain to recreate events that actually happened.

That was the true nature of her ability.

“Where exactly is this place?”

However, she didn’t have the authority to arbitrarily change the dream’s perspective.

The power to peek into the memories of others wasn’t granted to the demon “Andrealphus,” so there was a clear limit to the partial imitation of the original.

She couldn’t even interfere with memories.

She could only take the position of a third party, silently observing.

But Marquis Mimo thought that was enough.

“Still, is it because he’s handsome? There’s no time to be bored, hoho.”

Her martial prowess was meager, only holding the power of a Baron.

That was her limit.

Realizing her limitations, she acknowledged that it was impossible to seize a name greater than “Andrealphus.”

That’s why she had only maintained her name for hundreds of years.

The title granted to “Andrealphus” was only Baron.

However, she possessed the elegance and skill of a noble.

Among the nobles of the ‘Paradise Lost Nobles,’ despite her status as a Baron, she was known by the nickname Marquis Mimo, and that was why.

Practical skills that couldn’t be explained by martial prowess.

In addition, her unique ‘enlightenment,’ which instilled their correct ideology into ignorant humans, elevated her to the position of Marquis.

Of course, Marquis was only a nickname.

Based on the Five Orders [a hierarchical system in the demon world], her title was only Baron, but she was satisfied with the fact that she was almost equal to a Marquis in areas other than martial prowess.

She knew how high the position of Marquis is in demon society.

And this dream world, which she unfolded by imitating the powers of other nobles, was one of the greatest contributors to making her called Marquis, even if only by name.

“But… there are more than one or two strange things.”

Andrealphus, who entered another’s dream, stimulates the dream and brings back the past that was directly experienced. Because that memory is no different from reality.

She was very good at figuring out where and when she was, based on calendars and backgrounds in the dream world.

But there were many strange things about this world.

The fact that the calendar pointed to the unexperienced future of 2087 was one of them.

Most of all.

“Did he have a caudectomy (斷尾) [tail removal]?”

The fact that Baek Seung-woo had no tail bothered her.

Caudectomy, cutting off the tail for cosmetic purposes.

In some cases, caudectomy is performed for surgical treatment and disease prevention, but most are cut for style.

And that is only limited to livestock.

Even if he is a beastman, he is still a human being, so it is absurd to have a caudectomy.

Even in the 18th century, when Marquis Mimo was granted the true name “Andrealphus,” she couldn’t do it carelessly.

For those called beastmen or demi-humans, their respective traits are their pride and self-esteem.

Therefore, even in the 18th century, when the caste system and slavery existed, cutting off the tail of a beastman slave was strictly prohibited by law.

If they cut it off, they would not be able to avoid backlash and revenge.

Still, there were crazy people who cut it off from time to time.

‘But a noble of the Cheonho Baekga clan suffered that?’

Daring to perform a caudectomy on a noble.

Moreover, the eldest son of the highly esteemed Cheonho Baekga clan, Baek Seung-woo, who is now the head of the family, it is absurd to have his tail caudectomized.

Well, assuming a rebellion occurs internally, it is not entirely impossible.

But the order is wrong.

“Cut off the tail in the past, and then reattached it later? The front and back are completely contradictory….”

The scenery reflected by the dream world is all the past he experienced.

In other words, the fact that Baek Seung-woo’s tail had been cut off in the past is true.

But how is it attached now?

Even as she wondered, the dream was going on.

Eventually, Marquis Mimo put aside her questions for a moment and began to focus on the situation in front of her.

“Wow, you’re still handsome. Our youngest. Should I give you some snacks?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re only two years older than me. And don’t you like snacks more? I’ll give you all the snacks I got during the last supply, so get lost.”

Eve came into the leather tent with a bunch of snacks in her arms.

Rustle, rustle.

Baek Seung-woo, annoyed by the sound of snack bags rubbing against each other, pointed to a corner of the tent with a fountain pen in his hand.

There, all kinds of snacks were piled up.

“Hey! Why are you just piling this up?!”

“Because I don’t eat them.”

“Oh my, not eating this precious thing. Well… would you like some *yakgwa* [Korean honey cookies] or *hangwa* [traditional Korean confectioneries] like old man Kim from the next tent?”

“No, take it all if you want.”

“Oh, then I’m grateful.”

“But.”

Seung-woo’s eyes turn to the outside of the tent.

There are no windows, so ordinary people can only see leather, but his highly trained synesthesia made it possible to contemplate beyond it.

A narrow tent where low-ranking soldiers are huddled together.

Perhaps because most of them are in their early to mid-20s, their appetite was not satisfied by eating three meals a day.

“If there are soldiers who want to eat, feel free to share.”

“…You?”

“You know. Regular meals are unnecessary for me.”

Rebirth.

Metamorphosis.

Transcendence.

His body evolved, becoming more tenacious in surviving on the battlefield, and easier to kill others.

Even if he doesn’t sleep for months, there is nothing wrong with his concentration and life.

Even if he doesn’t eat for half a year, he doesn’t feel threatened to his survival.

Not only that.

He recovers from most wounds in an instant, and his skin, as tough as steel, blocks even bullets when covered with magic.

His eyes oversee clairvoyance, and the surrounding scenery changes with every step he takes. The realm of a superhuman far beyond humans.

For him, who reached the realm at a young age, snacks were not necessary.

It’s not like Seung-woo is showing compassion for the soldiers under him.

It’s just that giving this to people is more efficient.

“But… you like snacks too.”

“Eve, liking and needing are different. It’s a snack that I can eat as much as I want, but it’s nothing more than a necessity to boost morale for them.”

“Then why don’t you give it directly to the kids outside?”

“Do you know how noisy those gossips are? Once a topic is thrown, they won’t stop talking all day… wait a minute, the kids outside?”

“Captain! We came to play!”

“As expected, the barracks of a Baek In-jang [a military rank] who swept away all the achievements among the Yeonggwan (領官) [officers] are on a different level! Can’t I live here from now on?”

“…This is the end of the world.”

About six people, regardless of gender, entered from the entrance of the tent. They were wearing uniforms with a pure white sword drawn on their chests.

It was the mark of the Baekgeomdae [White Sword Unit], the special forces unit commanded by Seung-woo.

By the way, Eve disappeared from the tent.

She seems to have left in the meantime.

“What did you come here for?”

“Hey, Captain, do you think we only come to the barracks when we’re playing around?”

A tall man said.

Everyone, including him, looked at least in their mid-20s to late 30s.

It was amazing to see such people speaking politely to a kid who hadn’t even properly shed his teenage years.

“Then what did you come here for? Are you going to help me with my paperwork?”

“That’s not our job, it’s the Captain’s and the adjutant’s job. We came because of something more important.”

“What is it?”

“Lieutenant Colonel, who do you like these days?”

“……Huh?”

Seung-woo with a dumbfounded expression. The soldiers who saw the sight were convinced.

“Right? I knew it. The Captain’s beauty has been blooming these days, right?”

“You… what are you talking about?”

“Oh, Lieutenant Colonel, you don’t have to hide it in front of us.”

“That’s right. It was a bit obvious. Of course, the guys outside our unit wouldn’t have noticed.”

“……Is it that obvious?”

Scribble, scribble.

The fountain pen, which had not stopped moving even during the conversation with Eve, stopped moving.

Feeling his face turning red, Seung-woo covered his face with his hands.

“I knew it!”

“So who’s the opponent? Is it [Saintly Mother] after all?! Even though she’s only in her late twenties, that atmosphere that makes you say Seongmo is irresistible.”

“……Huh?”

“Hey, Seongmo is like a benefactor to the Lieutenant Colonel. Surely you’re secretly in love with our adjutant, right?”

“Haha, everyone knows one thing but doesn’t know two. Originally, an 18-year-old like the Captain lacks the confidence to express his true feelings, and because of the aftereffects of puberty, he acts prickly to the person he likes. Hey Captain, you like Eve, right?”

“……Fuck.”

The soldiers were startled by the sudden curse.

It had been three years since they had been assisting him. Seung-woo’s curse, which they had been fighting on the battlefield with him since he was 15 years old, was something they rarely heard once a year.

Most of the curses were directed at the stubborn upper management or the evil demons.

The middle-aged man did that difficult thing.

“Don’t say ridiculous things. Me and Eve go well together?”

“Haha! Of course, Captain. You really go well together!”

“Are you really confident that you won’t regret those words?”

“Of course. My daughter said the same thing. I just brushed it off at the time, but I never imagined that I would become a grandfather when I came back a year later.”

Playfulness spread among the soldiers.

You might think that grown-ups are showing a minor what a disgrace, but Seung-woo knew how to deal with this situation efficiently.

Sreung─!

The sound of drawing a sword was heard in the air.

However, the drawn sword is nowhere to be seen.

The soldiers of the Baekgeomdae knew what this meant to the bone.

Formless Sword (無形劍) [Invisible Sword].

A sword that has no specific form or mass, so it can be anything.

Because it was the power of the captain who annihilated tens of thousands of troops, they had no choice but to know to the bone about the invisible sword in the air.

Drip, drip, cold sweat dripped down.

“C, Captain, are you… angry?”

“……Not really?”

“Liar! Your expression is dead. Everyone, let’s run away!”

“Hey, Eve is near the entrance of the tent. Just hold on until there!!”

“It’s only 4m to the entrance, but why does it feel so far away? Anyway, Captain, have a good love.”

With that, the soldiers rushed out.

They are guys who listen well during wartime, but they are usually playful and difficult to deal with.

“You’re kidding me. Me in love with Eve… there’s no way I could feel romantic feelings.”

For the boy, Eve was a close friend and like a family member who could reveal his inner thoughts. Yes, she was a sibling.

A childish older sister.

That was a perfect fit.

There’s no way he could feel romantic feelings for such Eve.

The person he loved has been only one person from the past to the present.

A woman who appeared in a hellish moment and arbitrarily ignited the spark of hope in Seung-woo’s heart.

She was a very beautiful and respectable great hero.

Therefore, it was perhaps natural that the spark of hope that had been burning in his heart soon turned into love.

“If I have a chance to talk to those guys about this, I’ll have to explain how much I admire my teacher. Before they spread strange rumors.”

With that, Seung-woo organized the documents and prepared for the next war.

And he won.

Instead, the price of victory was terrible.

More than ten bodies, so badly mangled that their identities could not be identified, were in Seung-woo’s spacious tent.

“……Yes, this world was originally like this.”

The bodies of soldiers so badly mangled that it was hard to see.

It’s hard to send this back to my hometown.

It’s wartime now, and it’s more than a nuisance to ask for the bodies to be safely enshrined in their hometown when it’s hard to even receive supplies.

I have no choice but to bury it in this cursed land.

But still.

“This is a bit… gruesome.”

Even Andrealphus, who treated countless humans as livestock while alive and massacred humans for the purpose of ‘enlightenment’ until the day he was sealed on a deserted island, had never seen such a sight in his life.

There is no land that is not stained with corpses everywhere.

The land was covered with corpses, forming hills.

The hills were gradually piled up, forming mountains.

Blood flowed like a river over it, slowly descending the mountain along the bends, and eventually connecting to the sea of blood.

It was truly hell.

“……Ha.”

And above that.

Seung-woo was standing on a mountain made of his comrades’ corpses.

Now there were less than ten people left by his side.

His pupils were not focused.

* * *

Since the birth of the military state (軍國) [a nation focused on military strength].

The legendary special forces unit called the strongest, Baekgeomdae (白劍隊) [White Sword Unit].

They were warriors who made remarkable achievements in all kinds of battlefields and extinguished two of the seven sparks that became the talk of the war.

The pure white sword they wielded cut off the evil and cleared away the chaos of the battlefield that had been disturbed by demons (魔) [monsters]. In front of them, only victory and glory were always ‘full’ along with the brilliant starlight.

That’s why even more.

Their defeat was shocking.

The battlefields that had continued for decades had now become excessively overheated, making it impossible to do anything with numbers alone.

The meaning of the special forces unit had faded.

Battles between battalions and armies.

In a war situation where no gains could be made with small-scale engagements.

The fight between the two forces was incredibly ignorant.

A savage dogfight that plunders lives.

They did not hesitate to do anything to kill each other.

Suicide with self-destruction, taking the high ground by driving their own kind to their deaths, indiscriminate bombing without even identifying friend or foe, etc. They did not hesitate whether they were humans or demons to kill.

In the process, a lieutenant colonel became a Sipinjang [a military rank] from a Baek In-jang leading 100 people.

He buried the talkative man in the ground.

He let the shy woman flow into the river.

He couldn’t even find the body of the meddlesome middle-aged man, so digging the ground until his fingers were torn was the only memorial he could do for him.

Later, the Chief of Staff, who led the military state, did not run away from the sudden night raid of the demons, but tried to blow a new wind into the military state by blowing himself up together.

As it was clear that the defeat of humans, whose reproduction and growth were slow, was certain as it was, the military state created a new class with the death of the Chief of Staff as an opportunity.

The Eight Great Saints (八大聖) [a group of powerful individuals].

The eight highest ranks created based on the Seven Great Saints of Journey to the West, which the former Chief of Staff, who liked Journey to the West, had been promoting during his lifetime.

Only the best in each field can be named, and the authority and power they have far exceed the vested interests of the past.

That’s because.

Being one of the Eight Great Saints means that they have the performance and ability to match it.

Naturally, people’s attention turned to them rather than the existing vested interests who only sat at their desks and spread desk theory day and night.

Eventually, they became the true rulers of the military state.

Eight soldiers.

The last name on the list was not the name of a splendid aristocrat written in elegant cursive, but three static letters.

White Baek (白), Succeed Seung (承) Feather Woo (羽)

The name, which means to inherit the whitened wings.

Like the meaning of the name, he inherited the prestigious seat like white wings and put his name at the pinnacle of the military state.

People called him with a nickname that suited him.

In the process, countless nicknames poured out.

Savior, Messiah, Sword Saint, Sword God, Divine Sword, etc.

While all kinds of nicknames were rampant and newspapers and the press were not unified into one, the gossips adopted the Sword Saint, which has the dual meaning of a sword that illuminates the stars and a saint of swords.

Without asking for any compensation.

His actions, written in his blood, wandering the battlefield alone and cutting down demons, were sacred.

Thus, it was the birth of .