All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 286

143. The Day of Departure – 2

Even though Ian was strong, he was suggesting they take him on, three against one.

The Sword Saint swallowed hard.

“Count Ian, I know you are stronger than me, but the difference can’t be *that* great, right?”

“Sword Saint, that’s what you call wishful thinking. What makes you think so?”

“I’ve also been training since the Emerald Beach incident.”

She had witnessed the level of swordsmanship Ian had achieved back then.

And since then, she had been training diligently, striving to reach the level Ian had demonstrated.

“I will show you the results.”

The Sword Saint swiftly swung her sword.

Ian, observing her, nodded slightly.

The Salwon Sword Dance of Salcheonmun [a renowned martial arts school] of the Great Continent has been perfectly reproduced.

*You’re definitely not ordinary.*

She had grasped the completed swordsmanship with a single glance and identified her own shortcomings.

And she had found a way to compensate for them.

He could see why she was called the Sword Saint.

“How is it?”

“Excellent.”

But that was all.

Ian remained as indifferent as ever.

As the Sword Saint’s expression turned slightly sour, the Forest Keeper stepped forward calmly.

“I heard about the combat methods you used in the Empire, and I’ve prepared a way to counter them.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve been training hard in actual combat, and I’ve achieved some results.”

“It won’t be easy.”

“Perhaps not, but I would like to see.”

As the Forest Keeper exuded his fighting spirit, the Emperor gripped his sword tightly.

“I know that your swordsmanship can destroy anything.”

“Really?”

“But my sword is also a sword of destruction. Which one do you think is stronger, yours or mine?”

Ian nodded as even the Emperor confidently stepped forward.

“Okay, well, let’s do it.”

Ian didn’t seem to have any intention of backing down from his earlier statement.

Whether they had gained enlightenment or become stronger, none of that seemed to matter to him.

“Let’s hurry, I don’t have much time.”

The Sword Saint frowned slightly, annoyed that Ian was actually considering fighting all three of them.

That arrogance…

She wanted to shatter the arrogance that only the truly strong possessed.

“Then I’ll go first.”

“You might get hurt.”

“Don’t regret it.”

The spectators swallowed hard.

What kind of battle was about to unfold?

How spectacular and amazing would it be?

While they were anticipating the clash, the three figures vanished.

“Gasp!”

“There!”

Lowering her stance, the Sword Saint rushed forward swiftly.

The Forest Keeper had already leaped into the sky.

The Emperor lunged at Ian from behind.

Ian simply stood there quietly, unfazed by their attacks.

“Dangerous…!!”

The Clan Lord screamed in horror.

No, she was *about* to scream.

-KWAHHHHHHHH!!

But before their attacks could reach him,

vast fighting spirit erupted from Ian’s body.

The Clan Lord closed her mouth as the three of them were blasted away by the swirling, powerful aura.

“That was close.”

Ian smiled at the Clan Lord.

While he was scratching the back of his head awkwardly, the three who had been knocked away charged back in.

“Here I come.”

Ian’s sword moved.

To put it simply, they lost. Badly.

The three of them were utterly defeated.

Above all, the Sword Saint’s sword, known for its speed, was not held high but pointed towards the ground.

The Forest Keeper, who was said to be able to wield any weapon perfectly, had lost all of his.

The Emperor’s sword, which was said to be able to cut through anything, was broken in half.

And Ian, who had faced them all, didn’t even break a sweat.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

“Not yet……”

Her arm felt heavy.

It was the first time she had felt her sword-wielding hand so heavy.

The Sword Saint gritted her teeth and raised her sword, and Ian quickly moved towards her.

-Puh-wack!!

A high kick landed squarely on the Sword Saint’s face.

As she, being small, was hit and sent flying, Ian turned his attention to the Forest Keeper and the Emperor.

“Ugh!!”

A knee struck the face of the Forest Keeper, who was trying to move his broken spear.

As he bled from his nose and was knocked away, Ian changed direction and struck the Emperor’s side with the flat of his sword.

-Puh-wuh-wack!!

“Cough!!”

The Emperor couldn’t withstand the blow and finally collapsed.

The three of them, once hailed as the strongest on the continent, were crushed so helplessly.

The onlookers swallowed hard.

Of course, most of them had predicted that these three would be defeated by Ian.

But to be *crushed* like that…

“……Hey, weren’t you going to challenge him?”

“Uh… Um… I don’t think I can. Clan Lord, what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean, what am I going to do?”

Only amateurs fail to recognize the gap between themselves and their opponents.

The Clan Lord loosened her grip on her sword.

There was no point in fighting now.

“Those three are done. Is there anyone else?”

Ian looked around at the spectators, but no one stepped forward.

Even Hiral, who had some potential, was shaking his head with a disgusted expression.

The training ground, which had been full of excitement and enthusiasm until just now, turned cold.

Ian, looking around at them, nodded and turned away.

“U, uaaa…….”

The people on the side where Ian was moving felt fear and avoided him.

Because he was so strong, they were afraid to even approach him.

As Ian passed them and headed towards the research and development room, Widron sighed.

“……He’s literally a transcendent being.”

He knew he was an existence outside the norm, but he didn’t realize he was *this* strong.

Even after crushing those three, Ian hadn’t even broken a sweat.

In other words, the skills he displayed just now weren’t even his full potential.

“That bastard… Where the hell is his limit?”

No one could answer Widron’s muttering.

* * *

He defeated the Sword Saint, the Forest Keeper, and the Emperor.

But nothing special changed.

Ian continued his research and development as usual and compiled the necessary data.

“This should be enough.”

“Uh…… really?”

Trinmere, one of the Guardians and the Lord of the Magic Tower, received the data Ian handed him with a sullen expression.

He quickly scanned the contents and let out a heavy sigh.

“Isn’t it too difficult?”

“Learn it through study, research, and experimentation. It’s not easy to master advanced technology.”

“That’s true, but it doesn’t seem like there’s any knowledge related to dimensions.”

“Research that on your own.”

Trinmere shrugged as Ian cut him off.

What the Magic Tower wanted most right now was information related to dimensions.

But Ian had omitted that and focused on organizing the legacy of the Magic Kingdom.

“I heard you’re leaving for another dimension… when are you planning to come back?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, the Academy’s facilities will be helpful in the research process. Don’t fight over them. Well, it doesn’t matter if you do.”

“I can’t fight. The funds and effort invested in this aren’t for just one person. No one but you can claim ownership.”

Ian nodded indifferently as Trinmere spoke calmly, and then checked his schedule on the calendar.

The Hero Festival of Fredon Academy was also coming to an end.

Trinmere had heard that Ian would leave when the Hero Festival was over and the vacation started.

“Isn’t today the last day of the Hero Festival?”

“That’s right.”

“Are you planning to stay during the vacation? The wizards of the Magic Tower…….”

Worldview collection has been completed.

At that moment, Kirke reported calmly.

The connection with the truth was made, and Ian stared at Trinmere without a word.

“I’m planning to leave around tomorrow.”

“Really……? I should let the other guys know.”

“What for?”

“Still, to Gust or Baba…….”

“It’s okay. Everyone will be busy.”

Ian waved his hand and got up from his seat.

As he left, Trinmere, left alone in his lab, sighed as he looked at the data in his hand.

When would the research on this data be completed?

It felt like he had been given homework.

“I have to complete it by the time that guy comes back……”

When Ian came out of the lab and entered the dormitory, the students were waiting.

“Aren’t you going to the party?”

“Hey, is the party the problem now?”

“Then what is?”

Ian said bluntly to Haryun, who was dumbfounded, and Wildy sighed.

“Ian, when are you planning to leave?”

“Tomorrow.”

“……Isn’t it too sudden? We should have a farewell party…….”

Oerina looked disappointed.

No, it wasn’t just her.

All the students in Advanced Class B were sad that Ian was leaving.

“It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Sigh, you’re really amazing from beginning to end.”

Graegin shook his head and handed over something he had been holding.

It was a relic.

“What is it?”

“It’s a gift. Take it with you when you go.”

“Hmm…….”

“Why?”

“No, I was planning to leave everything behind when I go.”

“What? Why?”

“I can’t take that kind of stuff when I go to another dimension. Just leave it in the garden. I’ll use it when I come back later.”

“Huh.”

The students who had prepared gifts looked disappointed.

Ian smiled at them.

“As I said, I’ll be back, so don’t be like that.”

“It seems like you’re used to farewells.”

Wildy, feeling sorry for him, said weakly, and Ian nodded.

“How long are you going to wander around like that?”

Blanche asked with her arms crossed, and Ian shrugged.

“Continuously. Staying still is not my style.”

“Sigh, what can I say?”

“You don’t have to say anything. So don’t worry about me and go to the party. There are a lot of kids who want to see you.”

“There are a lot of people who want to see you too?”

“Tell them to endure it.”

“Geez. Anyway… you said you’re leaving tomorrow? Don’t just leave suddenly.”

“Okay.”

In the end, the students left with reluctant steps.

When they had all left, Ian headed to the garden.

When he arrived at the spot where he always sat when meditating, he picked up his sword.

-Thwack!!

And he plunged the sword into that spot.

Looking down at the sword, which had become more famous than the Hero’s Sword, Ian picked up Myane.

“Myane, wouldn’t the Sun God statue be better?”

“Myaaaa…….”

Myane shook her head.

As if expressing that she would wait here forever, Myane took a seat next to the sword, and Ian smiled.

“Then I’ll have to prepare a place for you too.”

Ian, speaking softly, put his hand on the sword.

-Woooong…….

With a low vibration, the energy of the sun and moon wrapped around the sword.

As the power that made the garden, where darkness had settled, as bright as day was formed on the sword, Myane cried sadly.

*If it’s this much, it will be called the Holy Sword of the Sun and Moon in the future.*

“I guess so. I don’t know who will use it, though.”

Ian placed the raised Myane on the sword.

Myane’s body shone.

As Myane, who had become a mass of light like when she first came out of the statue, was sucked into the sword and came out again, Ian stroked Myane’s head.

“Don’t worry too much. We’ll meet again.”

Myane didn’t answer his words and just laid down next to the sword.

As if to prevent anyone from touching this sword until Ian returned.

The next day came.

After attending the graduation ceremony and returning to the dormitory, there were quite a few people there.

“What’s going on?”

It wasn’t just the students of Advanced Class B.

“Saint, I heard you’re leaving.”

“How can you leave so suddenly…….”

“You’re leaving? That’s a shame.”

It wasn’t just the Sun Order and the Moon Order.

Scarlet Kingdom, and the Empire.

Salt Marquisate and Fredician County.

Even people from the South came.

Ian, looking around at the crowd, looked at the students.

“Did you guys call them?”

“No way.”

“They came on their own. Well, I did mention the day you were leaving at the party yesterday.”

Ian nodded as Haryun smiled slyly.

They said they came to see him off, so what could he say?

After saying goodbye to all of them, Ian headed to the garden, and Osnen and Charles had even come to wait there, somehow knowing.

“I never managed to beat you in the end.”

“Go beat the Emperor first and come back.”

Ian tapped him on the arm and turned his eyes to Charles.

There was no vague affection like before.

But admiration remained in her red eyes.

“I will never forget you.”

“Just forget about me and live your life. You’ll be busy in the future anyway. I heard people are gathering around you these days?”

“Umm, that’s…”

“Don’t forget your promise to me.”

She nodded slightly.

Ian, who had passed Charles, sat cross-legged next to the sword he had planted.

“Do you have anything to say before you leave?”

Ian, asked by Graegin, who had been his roommate, looked around at the people who had gathered to see him off.

Everyone he had made friends with since he first came to this world looked sad.

Ian, calmly scanning them, smiled.

“Take care of yourselves and live well. And see you later.”

Ian, giving them his last greeting, sat cross-legged next to the sword.

Kirke, who was ready, said as calmly as ever.

[Would you like to choose the time and body?]

The last life was random.

Then what should he do this time?

‘Randomly. Diversity is important.’

[I will prepare for the move.]

As always, he closed his eyes.

The moment these eyes opened,

he would start anew in a new world with all the knowledge and secrets he had gained in this world.

* * *

[Reincarnation has been completed.]

With Kirke’s voice, he suddenly felt his body getting cold.

He felt a slight pressure and discomfort.

Ian, slowly opening his eyes, smiled at the sight in front of him.

He saw the face of a woman who was trying to find a way to survive even in pain and despair.

“Baby…… baby…… you must survive…… you must…… in this hell…….”

Was she sad that she couldn’t even feed her child once?

She said weakly, cut the umbilical cord, and placed him in a basket.

And she hid the basket among the lush bushes and left.

After that, a terrible scream was heard.

“Find them!! Find the witch’s child!!”

“If that child is a boy, he may be the reincarnation of Keltud!! We must kill him!”

He laughed as he heard the voices of the ferocious murderers.

*It seems like there’s a witch hunt going on. Is this the Cowadin Continent?*

Yes, that’s right.

It was the place where he first met Kirke in the past.

Even if he reincarnated randomly, he would end up in a world he had already collected.

*Is there no more place to go?*

That’s right.

Numerous reincarnations and possessions.

The end was in sight for him, who had been wandering through dimensions.

Nevertheless, he was not disappointed.

Rather, he laughed as if he was enjoying it.

Because he knew that this situation was not the real end.

“It’s here!!”

“The witch’s child is here!!”

Along with the sound of searching through the bushes, bloody men approached.

They, holding weapons dripping with blood, swung them at him.

“In the name of the great God of Light! Serapias……. Huh?”

But the weapon never hit him.

Because everything around him had stopped.

Looking around at them in astonishment, he said while floating in the air.

“God, huh.”

“N, no way!”

“A baby is talking!”

“How ominous! Keltud! It’s the reincarnation of Keltud!!”

As they, who were only good at talking, started to make noise, he smiled slyly.

“There is no god in this world.”

“What……?”

“I’ve excluded all the components called God.”

-Thud thud thud!!

The necks of all the witch hunters in this forest twisted.

He simply eliminated them and said in a calm tone.

“I’ll think of it as taking a break for a long time… and live in this world for a while.”

Are you okay with that?

“It’s okay.”

Like that.

He, who had risen using telekinesis, looked down at the woman who was half-dead after being hit by a sword while luring the witch hunters to protect him and said.

“It reminds me of the old days.”