The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 220
Flash!
“Urgh!!”
“You idiot! Where are your eyes? Dodge it!”
“Shut up! Just cover me properly!”
Gulp.
The students in the auditorium swallowed hard.
Catherine and Libel were fighting against the Death Knight.
To protect them.
‘How can they fight like that?’
The two were only at level 3.
Though they were at the upper echelon of 3rd star rank, they were no match for a level 6 Death Knight.
In reality, they were being utterly overwhelmed.
‘Aren’t they scared?’
Even from a distance, just sensing its presence brought a wave of fear of death, yet they were facing it head-on.
Even as they faced constant peril, as if walking a tightrope.
“…”
The students’ hearts began to stir.
Inspired by their determination, they started to break free from their fear, little by little.
The first to move was Yulia.
Flash!
Yulia’s dagger flew through the air.
“Ah, do you want to die? I almost got hit!”
“You’re grumbling even when I just saved you. Just go dodge it yourself.”
In truth, Yulia wasn’t consumed by fear.
Thanks to all the experiences she had gone through with Van, she had become relatively desensitized to fear.
However, she couldn’t completely maintain her composure and tried to calm her heart. Her specialty was throwing weapons, and even a small mistake could be disastrous.
Yulia wasn’t the only one who stepped forward.
“…That’s not how you use a sword. Fix your stance first.”
“Ha, this annoying guy.”
Theren stood next to Catherine.
Surprisingly, Theren had reached level 4 after the summer camp.
An impressive achievement befitting the heir of a renowned swordsmanship family.
Although he had just been tormented by the fear, his skills far surpassed Catherine’s.
He faced the Death Knight head-on.
These brats….
Count Kashien, who was watching remotely, bit his lip.
At this rate, his plan would fail.
‘Even if I have to push a bit harder….’
Flash!!!
Skeleton soldiers were summoned around the Death Knight.
Just as the students’ faces turned pale, a sudden anomaly occurred.
“Ha. This isn’t much fun. I can’t even torture them.”
Crash.
With the sound of something breaking, smoke began to rise in the auditorium.
“Poison?”
“Alchemy!”
“Alchemic Magic?”
“No, it’s different!!”
Various substances mixed into a vibrant blend.
Like a piece of art.
It was a miracle wrought by alchemy known as ‘Alchemic Art.’
The result was astonishing.
Goooooooon.
The summoned skeleton soldiers all melted and vanished.
That wasn’t all.
The fear that had been tormenting the students completely dissipated due to the ‘Art’s’ effect.
“Let’s fight together!”
“Don’t be afraid of those skeletons!!”
Count Kashien gritted his teeth.
Everything had gone awry.
Now, there was only one last resort left.
He had to step in himself.
With his strength reaching a formidable Lv. 7 Master level, it would ultimately require the Demon King to intervene.
Of course, from the perspective of the demons, the academy was as good as a death trap. The moment his true identity was revealed, death would be inevitable.
‘For the glory of the Demon Realm, even death is not to be feared.’
Just as Count Kashien steeled his resolve and prepared to step forward,
“Stop. This is enough.”
Thud.
A powerful aura pressed down on Count Kashien.
Slowly turning his head, he saw a familiar face staring at him.
It was Van the Legend!
‘What? He already recovered from his qi deviation? Well, he is Van the Legend, after all.’
Count Kashien quickly regained his composure.
Van’s unpredictability was well-known even in the Demon Realm.
But the problem lay elsewhere.
‘What is this pressure?’
As previously mentioned, he possessed the strength of a Lv. 7 Master.
No matter how much of a prodigy Van was, he was known not to have reached Lv. 7. But now, it felt entirely different.
‘Why do I feel this way?’
As Count Kashien scrutinized Van, his eyes widened in realization.
He realized why he felt fear.
“You, could it be?”
“Yes.”
Van nodded.
Arrogantly, as if he had reached the realm of an absolute being.
“I have achieved it.”
Van had finally reached the level of a Lv. 3 ‘User.’
* * *
‘I’m also Lv. 3! I’m no longer a mere apprentice!’
As has been repeatedly mentioned, reaching Lv. 3 is incredibly significant.
A ‘true’ mage could be said to start from Lv. 3.
‘In other words, I can now use the true magic of real mages.’
Until now, even with practice spells, I had produced significant power.
But what if I were to cast proper spells?
The power would be unimaginable.
‘That’s not all. I’ve reached the level of a Lv. 3 Veteran in one go.’
Just like Lv. 2 adepts, those at the top of Lv. 3 receive a different title.
‘Veteran.’
‘It’s thanks to tempering my core and experiencing qi deviation.’
The rumors about my qi deviation at the academy weren’t false.
I hadn’t intended to experience qi deviation.
For ordinary people, recovering quickly from a broken core is expected at lower levels.
But I had mana insensitivity. Once my core was shattered, recovering it seemed impossible.
During the tempering process, I unintentionally experienced true qi deviation and had to use all my strength to restore my core.
This misfortune turned into a blessing, allowing me to reach the pinnacle of Lv. 3, the level of a Veteran, in one leap.
‘Though it’s late, thankfully there weren’t any major problems.’
Thanks to exceeding the children’s expectations, I had done well.
Now it was time to finish things.
“You think you can stand against me with just Lv. 3? You must have a death wish.”
“You, on the other hand, seem to be sweating in fear. Well, I suppose you would be scared. Even I can’t predict how strong I’ve become.”
“!!”
It wasn’t just bravado.
I glanced at the message.
<Probability of Victory Against Extremist Noble Demon> :
78.3%
An astounding win rate.
Considering he was at Lv. 7 Master level, it seemed unbelievable, but I could accept it.
‘I can now wield my own Path of Magic.’
The Path of Magic.
The path a mage walks.
It was a world solely for mages.
It’s the standard that separates high-level mages from those below Lv. 5.
So, what’s the difference between Lv. 5, Lv. 6, and Lv. 7?
‘There’s no clear distinction.’
Lv. 8 reaches the realm of transcendence, dealing with boundaries.
But Lv. 5, 6, and 7 don’t have such pronounced differences.
Except for the deepening mastery of the Path of Magic.
‘So, Lv. 5, 6, and 7 are the stages where, once you attain enlightenment, you can advance the quickest.’
If you don’t gain enlightenment, no matter how much effort you put in, you’ll never progress. But with enlightenment, you can surge ahead instantly.
In my case?
‘I don’t need enlightenment. I already see through all of magic.’
My mind settled deeply.
At the entrance of the Path of Magic (Lv. 5 Supreme).
I found my own world (Lv. 6 Wizard).
And completed that world (Lv. 7 Master).
Exactly.
Even though my mana is at Lv. 3, I have instantly completed the Lv. 7 Path of Magic.
So, what is my Path of Magic?
“You…! What are you up to?!”
At that moment, sensing something ominous, Count Kashien charged.
Flash!
A fierce demonic energy surged, but.
Swoosh.
His demonic energy dispersed.
“Wh-What?!”
He tried to gather his energy again, but it was useless. It dispersed just the same.
His face turned pale.
“This, could it be?”
“Yes?”
I nodded.
“My Path of Magic is ‘Omnipotence’.”
“!!”
What is magic?
It is the power to achieve miracles that are impossible in reality.
And I am a Master of magic.
Becoming the master of magic is my magical path.
As the master of magic, I could accomplish anything.
‘This is possible because I possess the rank of an Ascendant.’
Of course, this didn’t mean I could do anything infinitely.
‘As long as mana permits,’ was the condition.
By that standard,
‘Subduing someone like this is more than possible.’
Flash!
His demonic energy scattered, and my magic exploded on his defenseless form.
“Argh!!!”
He coughed up blood and fell to his knees.
“Impressive, Van. But, this must be your limit. Your mana is already depleted.”
He was right.
My Path of Magic, while powerful, consumed an excessive amount of mana.
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to finish this myself.”
“What?”
The answer came from another direction.
A flash of light.
It was a sword gleam.
At a level comparable to Lv. 7.
And that wasn’t all.
Slash!
This time, magic restrained him.
Head Diego and Professor Burnstein had appeared!
Swoosh.
In the end, his head was severed, and he vanished.
“It’s over. Thanks to you, we finished without much damage.”
I shook my head at Diego’s words.
“It’s not over. We need to catch the real culprit.”
“What do you mean? Isn’t this guy the culprit? He’s dead, and the undead appearing in the academy are disappearing.”
“No. The real culprit is the Order.”
“…What are you saying? This guy isn’t from the Order, he’s a demon….”
“No, the real culprit has to be the Order.”
“…??”
Both of them frowned, sensing that I had some scheme in mind.
“What are you planning?”
“It’s for the academy. Trust me and conceal this guy’s traces, will you?”
Both reluctantly agreed to my request.
With no other witnesses, no one would know that Kashien was behind this incident.
Next, I met with other figures.
“Did you do everything I asked?”
“Hah. Do you think we are your subordinates?”
It was Kansir and Balas, appearing after a long time.
The reason these guys hadn’t shown their faces was because they were busy carrying out my orders from behind the scenes.
“You’ve prepared the evidence that the Order orchestrated this incident, right?”
“Yeah. It was easy since Count Milo was already plotting something against you during the Club Festival. We just had to sprinkle a bit of the Order’s traces over his schemes.”
Exactly.
I had orchestrated all of this to frame Count Milo.
The guards, responding to my report, arrested and dragged away Count Milo.