Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 207

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 207

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius 207

The Mask to Hide an Ugly Face (2)

Isabel dragged the injured Izzy and laid him down on the sofa.

She realized while laying him down that Guardians were indeed tough.

As they were responsible for the vanguard and safety of the group, even after being hit like that, his trained durability and stamina weren’t breached.

“Are you okay? You did get hit in the head a bit, but you don’t seem to have a concussion.”

“I’m… fine. You know how sturdy my body is, so stop with the fake concern. I know it’s all an act.”

“You little…! I’m worried about you, and you’re still being a jerk!”

Slap! Slap!

Annoyed, Isabel slapped Izzy’s back.

Of course, she controlled her strength.

Even so, the sound was very loud.

The sound was worse than if a drunk person had hit him.

Izzy didn’t suffer any major injuries other than handprints, but strangely, it felt much more painful than being hit earlier.

‘What is this? Did she use magic or mana to make her palm sting!’

The more he got hit, the more it hurt.

Eventually, Izzy surrendered.

A brown-haired woman reached out to him.

Woo-oong!

A sacred light condensed.

The light healed Izzy’s wounds and gradually erased the stinging handprints on his back. It was the power of Seo Yerin’s “Divinity.”

After healing Izzy, they left him and gathered in the center of the ballroom.

Clueless Izzy tried to join their ranks, but this time, Sung Yeonhwa struck him on the head.

Thud!

She hit him with the back of her hand.

She added that the patient should rest quietly.

Of course, only Izzy knew that the impact of her hit was more painful, which shut his mouth.

Anyway, after leaving Izzy on the sofa, they engaged in a war of nerves with Choi Jincheol in the center of the ballroom.

While the students confronted each other.

I took a moment to smell the air.

The scene unfolding before my eyes was important, but.

My sense of smell, one of the five senses, was sending me a warning.

Sniff, sniff, I smelled the scent that filled the air.

From that alone, I could deduce the ingredients and effects of the alcohol people were drinking.

My already excellent five senses were amplified several times over, thanks to the habit of smoking poisonous herbs like cigarettes.

‘Body enhancement, mana amplification, ability enhancement. But fundamentally, it’s something that wears down one’s lifespan? Taking only a small amount won’t cause much harm, but continuous exposure could lead to addiction worse than drugs. Of course, it depends on the person.’

Players, regardless of gender or age, all want to become stronger.

In that sense, this alcohol was definitely the ultimate elixir.

A temporary sense of omnipotence, exerting power beyond one’s limits.

When intoxicated by that omnipotence, alcohol and drugs are of no importance.

They will drink that blue liquid over and over again to feel that omnipotence again. Slowly dying like that.

A very nasty thing.

To offer such a thing as a sample.

I felt like I had glimpsed how the Choi family had accumulated so much wealth in just one generation. A very toxic family.

That’s how a simple analysis of the alcohol ended.

“But I don’t know if they tampered with the alcohol itself or the glasses.”

Next, I checked the glasses.

To see if there was a problem with the alcohol itself, or if something was묻혀 [묻혀 means ‘smeared’ or ‘left behind’ in Korean, implying residue] on the glasses, I grabbed a glass and turned it around.

Then, I could see a faint trace on the glass that had relatively less alcohol poured into it. Traces of blue powder.

This is probably the main cause of that damn alcohol.

“Hey, have you said everything you wanted to say?”

“What if I have?”

“You’re done? Then can I sew your mouth shut with a needle now? Every time you open your mouth, I feel ashamed that you’re a student from the same academy as me.”

“So what.”

Now, the students were arguing so fiercely that they were acting emotionally, with mana becoming visible. The adults didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping them.

“This is interesting.”

“I agree. At first, it was unpleasant, but now it’s fun to watch. Watching fights is always enjoyable.”

“Haha, I didn’t even know my taste was so violent.”

I took advantage of the fact that everyone’s attention was on the students and secretly slipped out of the ballroom. A guard tried to stop me, but I strongly struck his abdomen with magic, knocking him unconscious.

I didn’t kill him.

It just hurts so much that it’s a problem.

‘Everyone will have a hard time when they come to their senses.’

This was a kind of small revenge.

I didn’t like the fact that the guard was just standing there, guarding the door, without stopping a young student from being beaten.

Now free, I relied on my sense of smell to cross this vast mansion.

CCTVs installed throughout the corridors caught my eye, but I didn’t bother to cover the screens or hide myself.

Rather, I confidently revealed myself.

There was a sense of ease in my gait.

It wasn’t just because I was wearing a mask, hiding my tail with magic, and disguising my thin body as a sturdy physique.

This series of actions was about revealing and showing off myself.

In the future, those who secure the CCTV footage will recognize the fox-masked villain, Mae, as a more dangerous guy than before.

Because I’m planning to cause an accident.

Clunk!

The hidden basement of the mansion.

I decided to do so the moment I witnessed the blue powders hidden there.

There was so much blue powder everywhere that simply breathing caused some of the powder to enter my body through my airways.

I could feel my mana increasing just from that sensation.

There was no way to further increase my mana, which was already at S+ rank.

The only way would be to increase the quality of my mana, but this powder increased mana in a way that was quite different from improving its quality.

It was the expansion of my body.

For reference, this was the state even while wearing a mask and breathing.

‘The blood vessels have faintly enlarged. The flow of mana has also quickened, accelerating the mana generated from the heart accordingly. But this is ultimately a physiological action occurring within my body.’

I was ashamed of myself for thinking of drugs when I saw this powder.

This is on a different level from drugs that induce mental deterioration.

This was merely a powder that shaved off lifespan.

‘I’d rather take drugs.’

Mental death versus physical death.

If I had to choose, mental death is far more beneficial.

Because the latter has pain far beyond drugs waiting. Mental pain was a bonus in the process.

‘An awakening agent that exploits the desire everyone has to become stronger. Who on earth developed this? It would be difficult to create something like this even with items circulating in the black market.’

If the existence of this were known in the industry.

Guilds around the world would have already been actively acquiring this powder.

However, until now, items with similar effects to this powder have not existed.

It’s hard to believe that mixing two or more substances would create such a tremendous effect. This powder must be extraordinary from the raw materials.

However, judging from the fact that even the black market, where there’s nothing you can’t get, has no information on anything even remotely similar to this.

It’s as if they created something from nothing.

“Crazy. They’re crazy.”

To mortgage their future with something of unknown origin like this.

They’re mortgaging their future.

They led a future that may be brilliant or dark to certain destruction.

Only for a moment’s sense of omnipotence.

“…It’s not even funny.”

For Players to be so intoxicated with a sense of omnipotence more dangerous than drugs that they can’t even distinguish right from wrong. They should just do drugs instead.

It’s better to perish alone.

Why did they even think of dragging innocent students into this?

“I think I need to get rid of them all.”

I realized it for sure.

Except for a few people gathered in this place, everyone is trash who doesn’t deserve to live.

‘After all, this world is heading towards destruction.’

Most of the people gathered in this place are destined to die.

And I had no intention of saving them.

So.

“It wouldn’t matter if I killed them in advance, right?”

I am well aware that this is a strange logic.

But there is no place for them in the world that I will erode my life to save. The person who sees the trash first should clean it up.

Today, I am an environmental worker.

* * *

Bang──!!

The sound of an explosion suddenly covered the ballroom.

Thud, vibrations echoed from the floor, and black smoke instantly obscured people’s vision. A fire broke out somewhere!

That’s what people thought.

“Kyaaaaaaa!!!”

“It hurts my ears. Don’t scream.”

“Someone do something about the cause of the fire!”

“Before that, please take care of this smoke. My suit will smell like smoke. Can’t you see anything?”

People who panicked and those who didn’t were clearly divided.

Especially those in high positions tended to be that way.

It was as if they had experienced something worse than a fire.

Everyone could only guess that it was related to something unclean. In fact, that guess was half right.

For those who had gone through thick and thin, this level of fire was not a big deal.

Perhaps that’s why.

Whoosh─!

Every time a flame flickered in the ballroom where vision was blocked by smoke, people’s presence disappeared.

It was already too late when everyone realized that fact.

That’s how everyone disappeared without a sound.

After a few sparks flew, it was Choi Jin-cheol’s turn.

He defended himself with the skills he learned at the academy, but.

Swish.

“……!!”

The barrier protecting him was broken by just a touch to Choi Jin-cheol’s nape. While grabbing the flustered Choi Jin-cheol, Seung-woo murmured.

“The role of a teacher is to be born first and guide his students on the right path.”

That is the right relationship between a teacher and a student.

But if the student is already heading too far to be guided on the right path, and the teacher’s hands are stained with blood, the story changes.

“But as an incompetent person, I lack the ability to reform you on the right path.”

───!!

Choi Jin-cheol felt like he was about to lose his mind at the surge of killing intent.

He felt as if his entire body was being pierced by a sharp sword.

The killing intent was not simply intimidating the opponent, but affecting the mind and senses.

Seung-woo thought while looking at the suffering Choi Jin-cheol.

Should I kill him?

If it were the usual Seung-woo, he would have killed him without caring about whether he was a student or not.

But at this moment, Seung-woo was in 고민 [agony/worry in Korean].

‘Have I become too immersed in the title of teacher?’

Seung-woo has always judged sins with a sword.

That judgment is made through death.

And that was only the work of the ‘Sword Saint’.

The prosecutor who beheaded those who committed crimes, regardless of gender or age, was not here now. Here was just a magician and temporary teacher.

‘No matter how bad a student is, it is absurd for a teacher to kill his disciple. Then should I give him a chance to reform?’

I fell into deep 고민 [agony/worry in Korean] and soon realized.

That there is someone more suitable than me in this place.

I was going to leave Choi Jin-cheol’s judgment to Leeji.