Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 211

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 211

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius Episode 211

Aftermath (1)

Bang Seok-hoon.

He learned magic from Nam Hwa-yeon.

However, he wasn’t exactly a disciple.

“You are not my disciple.”

“…Master?”

“You are free to call me master, but I have no intention of imparting any special teachings or visions to you.”

A child picked up from under a bridge.

It was a common joke parents made to their children, but Bang Seok-hoon was truly a child picked up from under a bridge. To be more precise, Bang Seok-hoon was abandoned near an orphanage.

Having lived a life of hardship, he met Nam Hwa-yeon as soon as he entered society.

She saw Bang Seok-hoon’s talent and taught him.

Unfortunately, his Oseong [five attributes or elements] or talent did not meet Nam Hwa-yeon’s standards.

A perfectly well-rounded hexagon of talent.

Maintaining a rank within the top 10 from the time he entered Chilseong Academy until graduation, and later becoming a teaching assistant.

It was more than enough for others.

But in Nam Hwa-yeon’s eyes, he was no different from anyone else.

He was too flawed to dare claim to be a disciple of the Demon King.

‘…Is this the end, after all?’

A sudden pain that constricted his entire body brought his mind back to reality.

A cold floor and a burning mansion.

Bang Seok-hoon was dying in it.

No, he was already dead.

The massive amount of magic power accumulated as a magician and the mysteries he had built up were only prolonging his death by a tiny bit.

‘If I had known this would happen, I would have listened to the professor sooner.’

A clear memory flashed through his hazy consciousness.

Lying on the floor and bleeding, Bang Seok-hoon rewound to an old memory.

“You… want to work under me?”

“Yes, I do!”

“With your grades, it would be much more profitable to join a guild and earn money. Working under me might give you inspiration, but it will be difficult in many ways.”

There’s almost no personal research time.

You have to spend most of your time working as a teaching assistant.

You don’t earn as much money compared to your abilities, and in some cases, you may have emotional conflicts with immature students.

A job with too many disadvantages.

But the only advantage was too great.

Inspiration.

Only a magician would know how much value that one word holds for a magician. No matter how hungry you are, a single spark of inspiration can change your situation.

“I want to learn under you, Professor.”

“Even though you can’t become my disciple?”

“…Yes.”

That’s how the fresh graduate became a teaching assistant under Nam Hwa-yeon.

It was difficult to deal with the seniors who had already awakened several inspirations under her, but Bang Seok-hoon, who had adapted in his own way, felt confident that he was finding his own path.

A life abandoned even by his parents.

It was Nam Hwa-yeon who instilled a dream in the student who ran away from the orphanage.

Only her.

So he wanted to succeed Nam Hwa-yeon.

He wanted to proudly deny her words and show her that he was worthy as her successor.

How many nights did he stay up to achieve that wish?

‘But the more I studied, the more I realized that the gap between me and the professor was impossible to close.’

Originally, the person who has read only a part of a book is scarier than the person who has read the whole book.

A person who has learned a lot realizes their own level and capabilities as much as their knowledge, so Bang Seok-hoon quickly became aware of his own limitations.

Bang Seok-hoon is not a late bloomer.

He was just one of the many talented people, one of the handful of geniuses like a grain of sand.

Someone who appears once every 1,000 years.

To follow in the footsteps of the Demon King, who was born with a unique talent.

The mountain to climb was too steep, and the shadow was too wide.

Bang Seok-hoon could never catch up to Nam Hwa-yeon in his lifetime.

Still, he moved forward towards his dream.

He analyzed her magic with his own eyes and even developed magic that affected the opponent’s mind using synesthesia [a neurological phenomenon where stimulation of one sense leads to experiences in another sense].

It’s still just shaking the mind simply.

Given enough time and inspiration, he might have written an authoritative paper on magic related to the mind.

So much so that Nam Hwa-yeon, who doesn’t praise others and is stingy with compliments, even patted Bang Seok-hoon on the shoulder for his hard work.

But he soon fell into the temptation of corruption.

The angel’s dust that made him stronger faster and more reliably than anyone else.

It had already been confirmed that it was harmless to the human body and had no particular addictive properties.

He, who had only barely reached the S-class level, became strong enough to be compared to the lowest ranks of the Rankers. While the powder promoted and strengthened Bang Seok-hoon’s magic power, he was able to show off magic that was as good as that of a top-class magician.

If he used this powder, the realm of the Archmage didn’t seem like a futile fantasy.

Then, eventually, the professor would look back at him again.

Bang Seok-hoon had been constantly anxious since the appearance of Baek Seung-woo.

So much so that he even recommended cigarettes mixed with angel’s dust to Seung-woo, who was in despair over the deaths of the students.

Unlike himself, Baek Seung-woo was not addicted to the powder.

Of course, it was a natural result since it wasn’t addictive, but it was impossible for Bang Seok-hoon, who had already become someone who couldn’t live without the angel’s dust.

He was already addicted to the angel’s dust.

It was not his body, but his mind that was dependent.

There was no progress for a magician who depended on powder, not himself.

In the end, his end was achieved on top of the angel’s dust.

Tilt.

The floor of the mansion tilted slightly due to the fire, dropping Bang Seok-hoon, who was slowly losing consciousness, into the basement.

Then, a large amount of angel’s dust was found in that place.

It was the thing he had wanted so much, but Bang Seok-hoon was not happy.

To be exact, he couldn’t be happy with his dying body.

‘It’s pathetic.’

He simply lamented his ruined end and accepted death.

That’s how his heart stopped.

The magic power that had been forcibly prolonging his death also ran out of its use.

At that time, the flames that were devouring the mansion came down to the basement.

Whoosh!

The angel’s dust soared into the air in the hot wind.

The powders, engulfed in flames and burning away with the heat, looked like a halo and wings.

The sight of the flames, the burning powder, and the corpse disappearing without a trace was like the angel’s dust was surging. That was the end of a magician who craved a higher level.

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Unlike Bang Seok-hoon, who was crushed without achieving anything.

Seung-woo gained a lot from this masquerade.

Tangible value and intangible value.

It could be divided into those two.

‘All the accessories are old and not functioning properly, but if I entrust them to Gu Yaja for repair, there will be no problem.’

The first thing he got his hands on was miscellaneous items that were hundreds to thousands of years old. All of them were Choi Jin-cheol’s collection, and they contained magic from an old system that is no longer in use.

Of course, old magic is not necessarily good.

There must be a reason why it was abandoned and forgotten.

Still, there were several magics that were equal to or greater than the existing magic, such as 「Primordial Runes」, 「Progenitor’s Sorcery」, and 「Dragon Speech」, which were systematized thousands of years ago.

‘This is lacking by a hair compared to those, but it’s still perfect for giving to students or colleagues.’

Of course, since it was a trophy obtained by robbing Choi Jin-cheol’s student’s mansion, he couldn’t give it to the students and teaching assistant Mu-gung.

He’s not short on money, so he should give it to Erzebet.

‘The rest is mine.’

A belt that is so old that it looks like it will break at any moment.

The wolf’s leather that desperately needs repair and processing.

And even a shotgun whose breechblock doesn’t work because it’s old.

These three items were for Seung-woo to use.

More precisely, they were the property of .

‘If I repair these items and process them to suit my fighting style, the more active I am, the higher the notoriety of will be.’

By now, the police and the association would have transported the bodies and secured the list of people who participated in the masquerade.

Then they will soon notice that many items have disappeared from the mansion. In particular, Choi Jin-cheol’s collection was stored in glass display cases and with magic, but broke them all and robbed them.

If uses those weapons to make a name for himself in the future.

The story surrounding the weapons will gradually spread by word of mouth.

‘Then, naturally, along with my notoriety, I will also have influence in the underworld, including the black market.’

Unlike the light, which is protected by order and discipline.

The underworld is closer to a chaotic lawless zone.

Of course, there are organizations and figures who boast a large size even in the underworld, but basically, there are many people who are born rebels, so they cannot maintain their size for a long time.

‘If I have influence as a villain in the underworld, and I have power in the light using the Nile Tale Guild, I can easily wrap up most of the scenarios I will face in the future.’

Except for the major main scenarios.

The existence that can block Seung-woo’s path in the future was very limited.

He can even gain an advantage against such limited enemies.

Towards a more secure and stable future.

He can do anything for this.

Even if he wears the mask of a villain and commits evil deeds, what does it matter if it is a work that carries the greater good?

‘I’ve already received enough praise and adulation while alive.’

Some worshiped Seung-woo as a great hero.

Some as an unwavering and indomitable monarch.

Some as a powerful swordsman.

Some as an object of faith that saved them.

He had already received so much love and respect that it was overwhelming.

So now he’s listening to the opposite voices.

How can a person live only listening to good things in the world?

Life is about eating things like 욕 (yok) [curses or insults].

As , he was okay with hearing any 욕 (yok) [curses or insults] and criticism behind the mask.

The heart tempered by 철혈 (cheolhyeol) [iron and blood; a term often used to describe ruthless or unwavering resolve] does not collapse so easily by such words.

「Iron-Blooded Monarch’s Patience」

Description: Imitates the patience of a monarch who rules iron and blood. You will not lose your steel-like sharpness and cool judgment in any situation, and a blood stream burning like a beacon will boil in your heart.

Head cold, heart hot.

As a result of forcibly engraving the virtue of patience, which is the virtue of a monarch, nothing could shake Seung-woo. The only time Seung-woo shakes is when he shakes himself.

Never shaken by others.

He would rather break than shake.

“I feel good because I feel like I’m getting stronger as I wear the mask.”

Only after his body became close to irreparable did he give up everything as a swordsman. After deciding to become stronger as a magician, he felt good because he could clearly feel himself growing.

Maybe if Seung-woo had finished here, he would have been able to go home feeling good.

On the way, he would buy some delicious food for Erzebet to eat tomorrow morning.

It would have been a really fulfilling day.

But he stubbornly searched his record on his phone.

He was just curious about how things were going.

That’s how he checked the articles that were uploaded in real time.

The first thing that caught his eye was the association’s announcement that it would designate him as an S-class villain according to the actions of .

“…Already?”

The Player Association, which is extremely reluctant to promote to S-class villains in the name of protecting the safety of citizens.

Suddenly took an extreme measure.

‘Are you thinking of dispersing the attention while raising the risk of in consideration of the social impact?’

The Choi family boasts the best wealth in Korea.

The quality of the ore they mine and export from the South Sea proves this.

There was no way that insignificant people would have participated in the masquerade hosted by such a family. Of course, they would have invited people of the same level.

Seung-woo hunted them without any emotion.

They were also decent politicians and sound businessmen in the light.

Now, the notoriety of was reaching its peak in Korea.

It’s easy to become famous.