Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 177

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 177

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius 177

No Fingers Hurt Less Than Others (2)

Solitude.

The most potent poison I possess.

Even after chewing poisonous herbs daily and combining numerous antibodies formed in my body, now possessing over a thousand types of poisons.

I still didn’t have a poison more potent than solitude in my body.

That’s why I could recognize the heavy presence settled in Mugung’s belly at a glance. Something in the form of a bug.

It was solitude.

“Similar to mine, but the method of use is quite different.”

If my solitude utilizes the maximum toxicity I can draw out.

The solitude settled in Mugung’s belly felt like it was making full use of its capabilities.

“…You, do you know about solitude?”

“Roughly. I’ve never used it this way, but I know the principle in general.”

“How do you know that…?”

“Because I have antibodies for solitude in my body.”

All the knowledge I have about solitude is an extension of actions stemming from instinct.

Having antibodies for solitude, I naturally learned how to handle it.

“You, how many seals are placed on you?”

“……”

“Tsk, they even blocked that. I don’t know whose work it is, but the more I see it, the more remarkable it is. Even the Sichuan Tang Clan of the [Martial Arts World] wouldn’t do it this way.”

Poisons and seals.

Seeing Mugung bound by those and other restraints, I could tell that an extraordinary figure had infiltrated this Chilseong.

I didn’t think it was an outsider.

Because I felt like I was being watched from around here.

‘The person who gave him this is likely still watching me from somewhere.’

The fact that Mugung was hiding in the shadows was proof of that.

It’s unlikely that a guy who controls lightning would have learned how to manipulate shadows.

‘He’s hiding quite well.’

It seems he has a good sense.

He’s only skirting the range where my senses are particularly sensitive, so I couldn’t trace the gaze or presence directed at me.

‘I don’t know who he is, but I can tell he has plenty of time.’

Unconsciously glaring at the empty air, I turned my head.

Staring until my eyes fall out wouldn’t change anything right now.

It would be better to make him approach me and then ambush him.

If so, I need to annoy him.

“……”

Oh, right, this guy was here.

A man with an expression as empty as his missing arm.

I nudged Mugung’s back with the heel of my shoe.

Hey, get up.

“You’re not unconscious yet, are you?”

“You’re saying creepy things. Do you think I wouldn’t know that you cut and burned my arm to the point where I can’t pass out, only feel the pain?”

That’s right.

I naturally assumed he wouldn’t know I controlled the pain.

He’s smarter and tougher than I thought.

He’s calm for a guy who just lost an arm.

Although his breathing is rough and his face is filled with fear.

Finding unexpected advantages like this.

‘I suddenly want to take him away……’

He seems more useful than I thought.

Then I should take him.

The first way to annoy someone.

Is to take or steal their things.

It’s even better if you do it while they’re watching nonchalantly from somewhere. So, ‘guy’ whose identity and name I don’t know.

I’ll take your limbs.

I brought my hand to my mouth.

Crunch, I tore off a finger with my teeth.

As blood streamed down my finger, I dripped the blood into Mugung’s mouth.

Just as the blood flowed down Mugung’s mouth and into his esophagus.

The red blood began to turn black.

Thump!

With a sense of something resonating, Mugung’s body twisted.

Not really twisted like a pretzel, but writhing like a grub.

[The «Thousand Poison Constitution» inherent in your traits adjusts the composition of your blood.]

[«Solitude» flows through the bloodstream.]

[You have fed solitude to another’s body! It clashes with the solitude in the opponent’s belly, seizing control of his influence.]

The poison flowing from my blood took root in Mugung’s body.

Now, if he wants to live, he has to follow my words.

Not the previous owner of the solitude, whoever gave it to him, but me.

But what if he’s prepared to die?

I still had more means left in preparation for that situation.

Solitude alone cannot completely dominate him.

I decided to instill a fear that he couldn’t easily resist, in addition to the leash called solitude.

“I just needed an informant, so this worked out well.”

Swish.

Casually, I surrounded the tip of my finger with a subtle vibration of wind using magic.

I swung my hand from top to bottom.

As a result, a large wound appeared on Mugung’s left hand.

The left arm was on the verge of being torn off.

This time, it wasn’t burned with fire, so there was severe bleeding.

«Blood Absorption»

«Essence Absorption»

Trickle.

Blood flowing through the gap in the severed arm.

When I reached out to the blood vessels, the amount of blood flowing decreased, and soon, not a single drop of blood flowed as if it were completely stopped.

That’s because I’m sucking it all up through my hand.

“My, my left hand…!!”

Magic power and vitality flowing through the blood.

And with the addition of «Essence Absorption», I was plundering Mugung’s fundamental power. These things aren’t of great help to me right now.

“Be quiet, it’s noisy. Even if the canyon is deserted, Professor Bear Grylls [British adventurer, writer, television presenter and businessman] might come if you scream like that.”

“Kkeueeeeeeeck!!”

“Are you asking me to break your legs too?”

“Kke… Kkeueup……”

He’s finally quiet.

As expected, there’s nothing like physical threats to scare him.

And, if things go wrong, I can just suck all the blood out of him and kill him in this situation.

In many ways, it was appropriate for the situation.

“I’ll give you a setting. Open your ears and listen carefully.”

What I wanted was a limb that could be my eyes and ears.

In particular, I needed someone to record and organize everything that happened here while I was doing external activities, including dungeons.

But how much do I need it?

It’s not desperate.

In that sense, Mugung was closer to an informant who could be discarded if things went wrong.

And in my case, I tend to discard useless informants.

So listen carefully.

At that moment, the ‘mask’ was briefly lifted, revealing its inner workings.

“You were patrolling and had both arms taken away by something black, got it?”

The canyon echoed with an absolute command that surpassed the dignity or charisma of a king.

It felt like his neck would be broken at any moment if he disobeyed.

The fear felt right before death was somehow different.

What should I say.

The fear I feel now.

Even if I die right now, it was mixed with madness and distortion that seemed like the fear would follow me to the end of hell.

This was not a sentence that a human could utter.

It was more appropriate to describe it as something indescribable rather than a human.

“Did you understand? Why aren’t you responding? Maybe I really have to break all your limbs to get you to listen……”

“Ah, ah, no!!”

And now.

It commanded Mugung.

There was no choice but to obey, regardless of living or dying.

Mugung, who felt a fear beyond death, prostrated himself.

“Yes, now you have a good posture.”

“O, of course. I, I’m ready to listen!!”

“You don’t have to put so much effort into it. Speak comfortably.”

He suddenly became quite docile.

But something’s wrong with the way he’s looking at me.

Haha, don’t look at me like that.

You’re the one who tried to attack me, right?

I’m a nice person unlike you.

I’ll personally stop the bleeding for you.

I used Mugung’s top as a bandage to stop the bleeding on his arm.

“Kkeuaaa…… Aaaaack!!”

“Haha, why are you screaming like that? Anyone would think I cut you off.”

“Aeuk, eueup……eueup!”

“If you keep doing that, I’ll burn this arm to a crisp too?”

Mugung became silent at my words.

I stroked the head of the obedient guy with my gloved hand.

“You know what? Shall I tell you something interesting?”

“……Wh, what are you trying to say……?!”

Swish.

While Mugung was swallowing his breath and talking.

A thin flame brushed against his thigh like a skewer.

It seemed like Mugung had forgotten his situation, so I reminded him again.

“Informal speech.”

“……What?”

“Don’t use informal speech.”

Kkuuuk!

Mugung’s happy face as I pressed down on the wound.

Even if I tell you to speak comfortably, there’s an upper and lower, so you have to keep what you have to keep.

“Let’s act like the proud people of South Korea, keeping etiquette and hierarchy.”

“Yes, yep! Ah, I understand!!”

“Good. I have things to do, so take care of the aftermath.”

“Yes! Pl, please go in.”

“I’ll contact you later if I want anything from you.”

After receiving Mugung’s phone number from the fallen Mugung, I left the place as it was.

Mugung, holding his arm and thigh, stared blankly at the back.

A madman who makes people near death without any hesitation.

Mugung realized painfully who had made his arm like this, while thinking that he had gotten on the wrong side of someone.

The opponent is the head of the Cheonho Baekga.

He was never a big shot he could handle from the start.

“…I shouldn’t have listened to that woman.”

Another leash was put on his neck.

He had no complaints about that fact.

It was just that the pain felt in both arms and the fear that still gripped his body were painful.

“If I go to the infirmary, I can reattach my left arm in two days. And my right arm……”

That’s wrong.

There’s no way to replace this other than a prosthetic.

Then, when he thought of the prosthetic, a question came to Mugung’s mind.

“Wait, that madman’s left arm. Surely, in the articles and videos, it didn’t carbonize cleanly without leaving any traces, did it?”

The movements shown by Seungwoo’s left arm were too natural to be seen as a prosthetic.

Even if he’s rich and bought a special prosthetic.

If he’s the type of guy who cuts off his own arm without a second thought, he could pretend that his arm was cut off without a second thought. There was no basis, but that’s what he thought.

‘Whatever, I have no choice but to do as I’m told to live.’

Mugung realized that resistance was meaningless due to the person who had planted solitude before Baek Seungwoo.

Even if his revenge against him was now impossible.

Mugung knelt down himself because the reason to become stronger had not disappeared.

While he was doing that.

«False Bravado»

I suppressed the trait I had been activating all along.

When I took off the mask of vain deception and bluster, what was revealed inside was a man with a tired face.

As if the madman from just now was an act, he put on a man who looked like an intellectual teaching assistant instead of the mask of a million soldiers.

Returning to normal, I thought.

‘The solitude in his body had the same components as my solitude.’

It was hard to hide my surprised expression and maintain my composure.

It was from then on that I borrowed the power of the trait, «False Bravado».

To what extent was it? It was so similar to me that it was a little creepy.

‘Who the hell is it?’

This was solitude with components that could only be obtained from ‘Efnell’s Garden’.

Not an artificial solitude made using a jar.

A potent poison that contains nature itself.

Then, the owner of this solitude had a history of creating and taking solitude from Efnell’s Garden before I closed the dungeon.

Then, there was someone who could attack Efnell’s Garden before me.

‘Why hasn’t that place been attacked until now?’

The more I think about it, the deeper my worries become.

Suddenly, a man named Il-yeong, no, Sim-yeong, came to mind.

‘……Sim-yeong.’

The family’s assassin I met in Efnell’s Garden.

He’s not a man anymore, but anyway.

He had also been soaked in solitude once, and in the process of me treating him, he would have had a slight antibody to solitude.

I wonder if he was involved.

‘I kept him alive for now. But there are no traces of him, so it’s vague.’

I haven’t been able to meet him since, so I chased after the Nine Tails Guild, but I didn’t find any traces of Sim-yeong.

Considering that he was a person from the underworld, I secretly investigated at dawn, but there was not much information.

‘It’s become annoying. He still had human desires, so I let him live. Should I have just killed him back then?’

Looking back now, I was so soft back then.

Even if I didn’t kill him, I should have dragged him to my house or hideout and taken all the information.

But whatever.

“He was a family assassin. It won’t be difficult to find out his whereabouts if I search the family.”

Just in time, I have to move my feet to that damn house.

Eve’s last words.

I still remember her saying that she had prepared a gift for the main house.

There’s no point in delaying.

I’m going right now.