Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 217

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius – Episode 217

Academy Gumiho is a Magic Genius 217

Human Body Magic (2)

The atmosphere in the board of directors became tense.

Just as if they were about to come to blows, the chairman stepped forward. He soothed the board members and said he would accept my deal.

One of the older members bristled at his unilateral decision, but whatever.

The anger didn’t last long. The moment the chairman looked at the old man, he backed down.

He couldn’t withstand the oppressive pressure emanating from the chairman.

With that, the conversation ended.

I had been prepared to use [a powerful magical technique or artifact] if things went south, so I was relieved that things were resolved so easily. Confronting the chairman was proving to be an increasingly heavy burden.

The extraordinary aura I felt the moment I saw his face and physique.

His recorded achievements and experience.

And finally, the intangible, violent energy that had pressured the old man.

There were too many unusual elements to simply write him off as an S-class mage. Of course, as a former high-ranker, he would undoubtedly have several hidden cards.

Even considering that, the sheer force emanating from the chairman demanded respect. It wasn’t something I could handle in my current state.

‘Even if I do well, it’ll be a pyrrhic victory. If I make even one mistake, I could die like a dog.’

When I imagined fighting the chairman, death immediately loomed.

It was similar to bloodlust but a completely different concept.

This was simply a difference in overwhelming scale. Not just physical size, but the scope of the potential conflict was on a completely different level.

‘In that sense, it’s fortunate that it went so smoothly.’

I don’t know what kind of trouble I would have been in if the atmosphere had escalated further.

And that would have been the same for the board of directors.

The chairman forcibly ended the conversation at the perfect moment. I didn’t really care about the board members, but I was glad to avoid a situation where I had to directly antagonize the chairman.

Well, in truth, it wouldn’t matter much even if I did antagonize him.

As long as we don’t become mortal enemies.

“Huu… I think I need to review the information.”

I thought as I left the board of directors and headed home.

I need to rewrite the information I’ve recalled and recorded so far based on my personal experience. There were more risk factors than I initially thought.

Even the chairman, I knew he was strong, but I never imagined he was such a dangerous person that I needed to be so cautious.

“It’s better not to forge any special connections with the chairman.”

Whether he becomes an ally or an enemy, he’s a troublesome opponent.

The distance between us is perfect as it is now.

As I was thinking that and returning home, I saw Erzebet sleeping next to the egg. The egg containing the disaster was larger than me, so it wasn’t something she could hug, but she could lean against it.

Well, the egg isn’t actually warm enough to sleep with. I meticulously controlled the surrounding temperature and humidity to ensure a healthy hatching, so it was the perfect environment to sleep together.

A heartwarming sight that has nothing to do with me.

I’m not familiar with such warmth, except for the searing flames that burn my skin. But just seeing it is enough.

“…She’s sleeping soundly.”

I gently covered the sleeping Erzebet with a blanket.

I also covered the egg with one.

There was no particular reason, but I just did it while I was covering her.

I just wanted to do that for a moment.

“I wish every day could be this warm.”

I reached out and stroked Erzebet’s cheek. Thanks to eating well lately, her slightly chubby cheeks felt warm and vibrant, like a healthy teenager.

It was so different from my own extreme existence.

The coolness of the blade and the ruthlessness of death.

The sticky warmth of blood and the agonizing pain of flames.

Always cold or hot, that was my whole life. A series of alternating cold and hot baths. Thanks to that, the sword called ‘Sword Saint’ could be forged to the highest quality, but the vessel, ‘Baek Seungwoo,’ was tragically broken.

I stroked Erzebet and murmured.

“Really… I envy you.”

This warmth that I don’t possess.

I envied this warmth.

Maybe if I could hold onto this warmth, I could have hope to live. Of course, it was too much to dream for someone with a limited time to live.

With a body and mind that were gradually dying, I could only gaze at distant dreams. But that was enough for me.

Because that’s why I’m living.

* * *

Has the pace of events been too intense lately? Before I knew it, three weeks had passed. Final exams were naturally over, and students were looking forward to the upcoming summer vacation.

Peaceful times without any incidents.

This is the normal routine, but because of the events that have transpired, I even felt a strange sense of unease.

As a side note, I was able to step away from all duties until the final exam under the pretext of preparing lectures. Thanks to Nam Hwayeon. Even my teacher took responsibility for pushing me into the meaningless title of temporary professor.

Through a display of power and veiled threats to the board of directors.

The fact that she directly interfered with an assistant’s lecture topic and deemed it unsatisfactory prompted Nam Hwayeon to act directly. She is the true power of Chilseong Academy.

The board of directors couldn’t do anything in the face of her intervention.

They simply bowed their heads like criminals who had been caught. This wasn’t because they were afraid of Nam Hwayeon, but because there was no good reason to get involved with her.

“If you were going to intervene on my behalf anyway, you should have done it sooner, or not given me such troublesome work in the first place.”

No, maybe she didn’t intervene for me in the first place.

Last night, I heard that Nam Hwayeon got angry at the chairman and the old man after hearing about the conversation between the board of directors and me, and I sympathized with them. I even heard the news that the old man was hit by magic after yelling at Nam Hwayeon and was hospitalized.

Since the best-equipped Cheonho University Hospital in Korea was owned by our family, the truth was quickly revealed.

The old man was indeed hit and hospitalized.

The cause was extreme stress and insomnia. It seemed that Nam Hwayeon had chosen mental anguish instead of physical violence.

The old man tried to cure it with a lot of money, but no S-class magician or doctor could find a suitable solution.

‘It’s probably magic using the spell I taught him. The spell I taught him was just basic, but he’s already improved it to the point where even S-class players can’t easily undo it.’

King of magicians. Demon King, that title wasn’t given for nothing.

Even considering the nuance, anyone can tell that the alias is not ordinary, even though there were gentler titles such as Great Magician. The fact that the ‘System’ deliberately bestowed the alias along with the ranker’s seat to Nam Hwayeon means that she is an irreplaceable talent, but…

Her disposition itself was clearly not gentle.

‘That old man. He’ll be suffering from the curse for a while until he apologizes to Nam Hwayeon for his rudeness.’

Depending on the case, it may not be for a while, but until he dies.

That guy didn’t seem like he would easily back down.

Thanks to encountering so many different kinds of people on the battlefield, I can predict how people will act to some extent.

People are different, but they have similar aspects.

And the thousands of students sitting in front of me now. Their reactions also had many similarities.

“Wow, he’s really handsome. You guys should take a look too.”

“Lend me your binoculars. I can’t see the podium well because it’s the lecture hall where Professor Nam Hwayeon usually lectures.”

“Do something about that with your magic power. Aren’t you ashamed to be a sophomore? And if you’re here to see a handsome man, you should have prepared in advance.”

“I didn’t expect so many people to come.”

Students who came to see me, not the lecture.

Most of them were not freshmen, but sophomores and juniors who usually don’t have contact with me. They were watching me from the back of the auditorium with enhanced eyesight.

If they were lucky, some students were seated in the remaining seats.

Most of them were students who had taken the front seats in advance, and it was impressive to see them waving at me from among the juniors.

‘It’s not like I’m at a celebrity concert.’

It’s a bit burdensome, but I’m getting used to this type of attention, so I’m becoming more comfortable.

The problem was the students who harbored animosity towards me. They didn’t come to listen to my lecture, but to criticize me and the lecture I planned.

“Excuse me. Does it make sense for an assistant who hasn’t even been here for a year to hold the title of professor, even temporarily, and give such a ridiculous lecture?”

“I’ll start the lecture soon. Just get to the point.”

“I can’t possibly call you professor. Maybe the head assistants, but you don’t deserve it.”

“…Deserve?”

An unknown student questioned my qualifications.

I don’t even know his face. He was a student with a faint impression in many ways, but I think I know what he wanted to say.

How can you, a mere assistant, plan a lecture in place of a professor? Moreover, it wasn’t even a lecture conducted by a professor’s proxy.

It would be understandable if the professor entrusted the lecture for just one day. He was questioning whether I was qualified to teach as a temporary regular course.

“I have more than enough.”

“Then show me the evidence. Whether it’s a thesis, research data, or results, you’re in a position that doesn’t even sound like a temporary professor.”

Theses, research data, and research results.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have any of those.

Because it wasn’t a topic that came out after a long time of deliberation, I don’t have plausible results like other professors.

“I don’t have any of that.”

“See? What’s the point of a lecture without research results?”

“Instead, the byproducts of human experimentation certainly exist.”

Swish!!

Thud, something heavy fell to the floor, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The blood flowing on the floor and spreading everywhere was gathered in one place with [Telekinesis] and evaporated with intense flames.

And the fallen arm.

Swish.

Creak!!

It was attached to the shoulder as if assembling a robot.

Then the severed bones, blood vessels, and muscle fibers became one again.

There were no scars, and only the traces of the cut clothes proved that the situation just now was not an illusion or delusion.

He cut and reattached his body in an instant.

It perfectly matched the theme of the lecture, [Regeneration and Utilization of the Human Body].

“What do you think? I think this is enough. What’s your name?”

“Yoo, Yoon Minho.”

“Okay, Yoon Minho. Do you still think I’m not qualified to give a lecture on this topic?”

“N, no!”

He was overwhelmed by the momentum.

Yoon Minho felt an incomprehensible fear towards Baek Seungwoo, who had no change in expression during the series of processes of cutting and reattaching his arm.

He thought he was a twisted person in many ways.

“Good. Then take your seat. By the way, since you made me spill blood on my body due to your remarks, I will ask you questions about your understanding and achievement of the lecture after each session.”

“W, wait a minute, Professor! Isn’t that something that only exists in professional lectures or majors? That’s tyranny!”

“Then do you think it makes sense for you to object to a professor’s lecture that has been approved by the board of directors? And didn’t you just call me ‘Professor’? If you inwardly acknowledge me, then accept it. Or I’ll give you demerits in my lecture.”

It’s tyranny. But no one could object.

The act of calmly cutting off his arm also played a part, but he was the professor in this lecture hall now. It doesn’t matter what a professor does in his lecture.

This was an old tradition of the academy created by the chairman.

As long as murder or torture doesn’t occur during the lecture, you can’t protest. Do that after the lecture.

In that way, each professor shows off their educational philosophy to the fullest.

Chilseong Academy has become one of the top five educational institutions in the world in this way.