Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 137

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 137

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius 137

Those Who Sacrifice Tomorrow for Today (2)

There was no place for me to return to in this world.

Realizing this anew, the Sword Saint couldn’t help but contemplate his own life.

His parents and younger sibling were safe in the mainland.

He had lost too many loved ones, but a select few, including his teacher, were still alive.

The academy, where he had spent over half his life, was still standing strong.

The battlefield he had been on for nearly five years had only changed locations, but the hellish events continued to occur daily.

The Sword Saint had many places to return to in his life.

“…Where should I go?”

But where could he truly belong?

At nearly 20 years old, plagued by a late wandering, he realized his body was tied to Jeju Island.

His initial goal of creating a massive tombstone, engraving the names of all those who had died for him, or who were born on this land and died unjustly, was over.

The village where his heart could find peace had also burned down.

The Sword Saint, needing to move his base, examined his past but couldn’t find a place where he could belong.

Where can I go to truly live as myself?

The late adolescence mentally pushed him.

‘Should I eat warm meals at my parents’ house for the first time in years, spending money that I’ll never run out of?’

That wouldn’t be bad either.

How many years had it been since he had eaten a meal made by his mother?

At least he hadn’t had one in the past 1-2 years.

However, if he made that choice.

On the day the front line was breached… he would have no choice but to take his parents and sibling and run.

Well, even if he ran, he didn’t know how long they could live.

‘Or should I return to the battlefield?’

As the Sword Saint, befitting the title of Sword Saint.

It wouldn’t be bad to go directly to the place where they wished for him to wield his sword, seeking revenge filled with the regrets of all those who had died.

However, the number of demons was endless, so the revenge for an unattainable and empty goal would soon be broken.

A situation where no matter what he chose, a good conclusion wouldn’t come out.

Was there truly no ‘home’ where he could comfortably return to in his life?

The Sword Saint pondered and agonized.

Soon, he postponed his wandering and decided to return to the battlefield.

“I must protect those I can.”

He had lost too many connections.

However, in his defiled hands, where blood had hardened, there were still ties that hadn’t been severed.

It might seem like a bad relationship at first glance, but Eve, the first friend who reached out to him in his life.

His teacher, who taught him the sword and taught him what it was to love others.

The teacher who personally proved that he could have peace of mind, even if forced, through the way to live in this harsh world and the stale Bible and doctrines.

Besides them, his colleagues who were tied together under the ridiculous name of the Eight Great Saints.

Although it wasn’t enough to fill all ten fingers.

If he could protect what was left… he had to move.

There was still something he could do.

The Sword Saint, who was completely out of his mind, offered a prayer to God, taught by the teacher who was called the Holy Mother.

Damn it, the Almighty only gave trials.

He couldn’t help but think that the God who only received prayers without any response was like a thug.

In any case, the Sword Saint stood up to protect those who remained.

From repeated death and tragedy.

The Sword Saint, who wore the mask of composure to protect his weak self, soon realized how dull and fragile his mask was.

That was less than a day ago.

It was around the time he applied for reinstatement to the highest echelons of the military state.

“…They dispatched Sister to the deepest part?”

Sister.

That is, they dispatched his teacher, Yeomra, to the deepest part.

The Sword Saint doubted his ears when he heard the words of the upper echelons sitting at the huge round table.

“Yes, recently, demons have been rampant in a trivial land on the outskirts.”

“By the way, demons. I didn’t know that such inferior creatures would become so prevalent. I heard that the group they formed is called the Demonic Cult… ?”

“Haha, even though they build their own sanctuaries in the deepest part of the front line and live there. It won’t be a match for Yeomra, who handles the sulfur fire of hell.”

The upper echelons, laughing and swallowing wine.

Did they even know what kind of order they had given?

The deepest part.

The place named the deepest region refers to the area within a 100km radius where the Seven Calamities, called the beginning and origin of demons, have nested.

The Seven Calamities are regarded as natural disasters that humans cannot dare to do anything about.

Humanity had deployed legions, including me and her, to the battlefield several times before finally killing five of them.

“…They’ve lost it.”

The Sword Saint muttered something.

However, the upper echelons, with their faces reddened from alcohol, leaned in, as they couldn’t hear properly.

“Hmm~? My ears are ringing, so I can’t hear the words of our great Saint properly.”

“I think I can’t hear properly because I’m drunk too.”

“What did you just say?”

Of course, not everyone couldn’t hear.

Because he muttered it to be heard in the first place.

“You’ve all lost it.”

Your minds.

It’s a screwball judgment.

Did they think that we had somehow driven out the Seven Calamities, so she alone would somehow be able to return?

“Even if it’s you, do you think we’ll tolerate such outrageous remarks?!”

“Hey, Commander. Calm down a bit. Would you like another glass?”

“It seems your judgment is clouded by alcohol. Even if you’re a war hero, that kid is still below us. But if we let such remarks pass by… !”

“What a ridiculous group.”

Although the upper echelons were once purged with the creation of the Eight Great Saints.

To think they would still be like this.

It was my misjudgment.

The 10 old men sitting at the round table.

Their identities were legendary first-generation players.

They were living history, legends, and myths.

But their era was long over.

The bodies full of fat instead of trained muscles were proof of that.

“Do you know about Hadad, the ancient Canaanite indigenous god, the noble god of abundance and storms?”

“Hadad…? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“A certain great religion worships only one God, so they saw other gods, except for their own, as demons and sins. It’s like mythology has been turned into demons.”

But when you know the real story, it’s not demons or anything.

It was like they were gods.

But why would he bring this up now?

“What does that mean? By the way, why are you coming to me now…?”

“Mancheol! Step back!”

Thud!

A sound that could often be heard in slaughterhouses, just before the meat is cut.

It was heard in the highest and most noble room of the military state.

After that, well… the sound of a pig being slaughtered continued.

The wine-drunk pig seemed to be aged just right, spewing red liquid from its entire body. Some from the severed head, some from the torso chopped like cube steak.

The wine of a color that seemed to be aged just right poured out.

“Sa, save me!! Guards! Please, he, help me…!!”

Thud!

A mysterious pig that spewed aged wine the more it was stabbed.

Before he knew it, the Sword Saint’s eyes had lost focus.

Did he know what he was doing? He was just stabbing mechanically without any emotion.

‘Pigs. I hate those who grow up eating greed like livestock, so I purged them all. But in the end, I have to replace them again. Oh, right. I have to go find Sister quickly. But what am I doing now?’

The broken doll couldn’t manage the chaotic thoughts and continued the slaughter.

The Sword Saint’s appearance, repeating mechanical movements like a doll with a severed thread, was ambiguous to describe as a broken human.

Where in the world is there such a strong doll?

Moreover, his popularity was very wide and solid.

The guards standing guard at the round table were greatly surprised to see the Sword Saint’s atrocities, but they didn’t think of stopping him.

They had a firm belief that ‘that Sword Saint’ would surely contribute to humanity, even if he massacred the upper echelons.

So they thought that the upper echelons were clearly the ones at fault.

Thus, the Sword Saint massacred all the upper echelons, including the commanders and chiefs of staff who gave unreasonable orders.

Suddenly regaining his senses, he was surprised and asked who had done this.

He could only nod at the testimony that he had done it.

He didn’t have much experience getting human blood, not demon blood, on his hands.

But he didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable.

Was it because he wielded the sword with the thought of slaughtering pigs?

The Sword Saint realized that there were some people who were not like people.

It was from this time.

Many people realized that the Sword Saint was becoming strange.

However, he was not imprisoned in the ward.

Because he was already the master of the military state.

If it was the order of a crazy master, the iron-blooded country made up of soldiers’ guns and swords was ready to follow any order.

The dream after that proceeded smoothly.

As if he had pressed fast forward.

The world rotated rapidly, centered on Andrealfus, who was the observer.

The Sword Saint then led the army to the deepest part.

There, he buried the teacher.

And he wore the rosary, which was her faithful relic, on his ear.

Because there was already a gift from another colleague around his neck.

As he went on, his teacher had fallen into a state of being half demon due to the machinations of the demons.

So he broke her, who was his sword master, with a sword.

And he gave her rest in the rose garden she loved.

The sight of the pure white roses being stained red with blood was so similar to her, who strongly asserted her taste, saying that red roses were much prettier than white roses, that he could only let out a hollow laugh instead of tears.

He laughed like crazy.

He came to deeply hate all kinds of demons.

He massacred all the demons in the world.

An unnaturally fast development.

The Marquis of Mimo, who was embarrassed by that fact, stiffened.

“Could it be…?”

Now, she could see the back of the man who had collapsed in front of her.

Behind him, countless vengeful spirits stretched out, grabbing the man’s back.

The faces of people and beasts were mixed, but even if she, a demon, smelled it, she could feel the rot of the demon.

【You.】

The broken neck was looking at her.

The sight was so bizarre that even Andrealfus, a noble-class demon called the strongest among the demons, who had far more power than ordinary humans, stepped back.

Whether she did or not.

【You saw it?】

The empty pupils stained with blood contained only her.

The emotions reflected in his eyes were deep disgust and murderous intent.

He, who had hostility towards all demons, vowed to tear her apart and kill her the moment he saw her.

But having witnessed his narrative.

He had no intention of killing her in a normal way.

This world is a land full of mysteries.

It wouldn’t be impossible to summon and talk to the dead souls. Then the only way is to kill the body and the mind at the same time.

【It doesn’t matter if you see it. I didn’t intend to let you see that far.】

Whirr-!

Flames rose along his body.

The ominous purple flames that flickered with purple light instantly filled the sewer.

The fire that spread in the dark all around and was reflected in the water flowing through the sewer gradually created a bizarre and strange atmosphere.

Soon, the moment the tails of a fox with several tails unfolded.

It became a small light source and illuminated Baek Seungwoo.

His appearance reflected in the swaying shadow was more vicious than a demon.

The dream was over.

The curtain of the play had fallen, but the owner did not allow the audience to leave.

Because this time.

【I can’t help it. Instead, it’s your turn to be the main character this time.】

She instinctively realized at the sight of his grotesque smile.

That this world was in his grasp from the beginning.

That the dream was not over yet.

But it was already too late.

Well, even if she knew it early, nothing would have changed.

* * *

All students except one team returned to reality.

Now there are 1 hour and 40 minutes left for the exam.

The guild scouts who came from outside should be going back soon, but they were watching the videos more diligently than any other day in the past week.

“That’s a demon, right?”

“Were there demons in the Otherworld too?”

“Then does that mean they allowed the demons to invade again? Does that make sense?”

The grand auditorium was filled with confusion.

Since there was only one team left, the grand auditorium was broadcasting only Baek Seungwoo’s team on the big screen.

As a result, everyone’s attention was focused on that side.

“They invaded.”

“Omi-nim?”

“Take a close look at the person in the priest’s attire next to the horned man. If you’re a guy with a lot of ears in the industry, you might know.”

The body cam attached to the students’ uniforms.

Because everyone was fighting, the gaze was shaking wildly, so the focus was not caught, but at the end of the gaze.

Two men were standing on the largest mansion.

The demons could be easily recognized by their unique skin color and horns on their heads, but it took time for everyone to recognize who the man standing next to them was because he didn’t have any special characteristics.

“Simon…? Why did the Demonic Cult worshiper appear in the dungeon that is only open for the midterm exam?”

“Hey, you stupid bastard! Of course, it’s because he invaded the dungeon!!”

“Isn’t this against fairness?”

“Fairness or whatever, a wanted criminal in reality has invaded the dungeon? Then, of course, the demon next to him also invaded from the outside, so the students’ safety is in danger!!”

People fell into confusion.

Some people said they should go to save them, and some people asked where the accompanying teacher was for safety.

And two people who were capturing all the scenes in their eyes from the very back.

“This is unpleasant.”

“You can’t do anything even if it’s unpleasant. Right, Chairman?”

Nam Hwayeon smiled brightly at the giant chairman with unfocused eyes.

The chairman swept his face with his big hand as if he couldn’t refute anything.

He wanted to push aside those noisy friends and invade the dungeon right away, but someone’s trick blocked the gap in the space connecting reality and the Otherworld.

If he tried to break it by force, the students inside could also be harmed.

Just as he was suppressing his anger while managing his magic power.

The corners of Nam Hwayeon’s mouth drew a curve as she looked at the screen.

It was at that moment.

Kwang───!!!!

A noise louder than a bomb exploding broke a corner of the mansion.

Then, a huge sound was transmitted through the speakers broadcasting in the grand auditorium and rang in everyone’s ears.

“Ah, my ears hurt!”

“What the hell is this sound? Did the mansion explode or something?!”

“…Crazy.”

The people who couldn’t take their eyes off the screen let out groans with stiff faces.

“…I’ll have to apologize when I get back.”

“Me too.”

“Was that guy that strong…?”

“It must be that even if it rots, it’s still a crucian carp [a type of fish, implying even in a weakened state, he’s still formidable].”

“Crucian carp? You’re talking nonsense.”

Even if you play a doomsday movie at the end of the century, it will be more peaceful than that.

Baek Seungwoo’s influence was so enormous that he thought so.

“Does that look like a crucian carp to you?”

The rain of fire falls from the sky.

The rain that flows, not flows, only sticks to people and incapacitates them. It did not cause damage such as burns.

The sense of handling magic power and [Fire Magic] was crazy.

Professors, teaching assistants, and scouts from each guild silently watched the video of the artistry that even high-level wizards could hardly follow.

A scout muttered blankly.

“The world… is on fire.”

Even if it’s a small city.

Its identity is by no means easy, the Otherworld.

The world was burning and melting.

It was shedding blood-red flames.

And the arsonist who burned down one world was the incompetent of the Cheonho Baekga [Cheonho Baekga is likely a family name or clan].

The youngest employee who doesn’t get attention from anyone at work.

It was Baek Seungwoo.

However, the fact that his appearance was different from usual.

Only his teacher, Nam Hwayeon, noticed.