I Became the Academy's Disabled Student

Chapter 293: 5th time (1)
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[End of Match]

[Score tallying has concluded as of the current time]

"Aah, why is it already over?!"

Hong Yeon-hwa exploded in frustration at the voice booming from the sky.

In the end, she failed to capture Iha-yul before the match ended. If she had to pinpoint her mistake, it was that she couldn’t bring down the fortress, the deepest part of the defense, fast enough.

Fighting alongside a magic-user who has a defense is incredibly troublesome and threatening.

While it was fairly easy to break through the barriers left alone, since Iha-yul fought with the defense in place, breaking down the fortress became difficult.

Even though Iha-yul had been on the defensive, blocking her movements, it still wasn’t enough to dismantle the fortress.

In the end, the match dragged on and on, and it was over before she knew it.

"And what about you? What the hell have you been doing?!"

Hong Yeon-hwa angrily pointed at Elia, who had been quietly standing by.

Elia, who was being pointed at, tilted her head innocently.

"You’re from the Red faction! Why the hell are you helping Hae-yul?!"

During the battle, Elia had been intermittently casting recovery spells and support magic inside the defense. After the fortress collapsed, she had been helping Iha-yul under his protection, doing so very devotedly.

Elia was from the Red faction, while Iha-yul was from the White faction.

"That’s betrayal! Why are you helping the enemy?!"

"Yeon-hwa, you attacked me first, remember? Even if we’re from the same faction, if it looks like I’m going to die, I’m going to stick to where I can survive."

"...You’ll just resurrect anyway. It’d be more efficient to just take care of it here and resurrect at the main base."

"Since we’re in the Tower of Growth, we should practice like it’s the real deal. It’s not like we can resurrect in reality, right?"

Hong Yeon-hwa fell silent for a moment after yelling.

Honestly, part of her had aimed to target Elia. She was already annoyed when Elia was in the defense, but later, seeing her smile while being protected by Iha-yul, it was even more irritating.

So she had focused more of her fire of destruction toward her.

Then, seeing Iha-yul desperately protecting Elia made her even more upset, and she poured even more fire onto them...

"Hmph. Anyway, that's what I meant."

"Too bad. We could have caught him if we had done better."

Baek Ah-rin, catching her breath, clicked her tongue. If things had gone a little better, she could have restrained Iha-yul with her freezing magic.

"......"

Lee Ji-yeon, who had been attempting to restrain him with her earth manipulation as well, didn’t show much expression, but her disappointment was obvious.

[?]

Iha-yul, observing their reactions, felt a slight shiver run through him. It felt like a signal of danger, yet strangely, it didn’t seem dangerous at all.

After briefly rolling his eyes, Iha-yul cautiously approached Hong Yeon-hwa.

"I’ll finish this."

"Aaah!"

It was just as expected—his cheek was grabbed. Hong Yeon-hwa squeezed and kneaded his soft, pliable cheek with all her strength.

"Now you’re kidnapping women too? You didn’t do anything weird, did you?"

At her question, Iha-yul immediately looked away.

Weird things. Even with the twisted sense of ownership and obsession he had been developing recently, squeezing and rubbing a woman’s backside wasn’t exactly normal.

The sensation of the ample flesh overflowing from her grasp was still vivid in his memory.

"...I didn’t."

"Why are you looking away...? Did something really happen?"

"Ughh..."

Half-jokingly, Hong Yeon-hwa asked, but when she realized he was in a state of panic, she pulled his cheek back in surprise. Iha-yul meekly extended his cheek again, muttering dumbly.

"Haah..."

As Hong Yeon-hwa continued to feel his cheek, she sighed.

She couldn’t believe she was letting her irritation dissipate just by touching his cheek.

‘......’

Hong Yeon-hwa stared at Iha-yul’s face with a strange expression.

Even in the dim light, his face shone. As she stared at his lips, which stuck out slightly from her pressing, her desire stirred up like a flame, igniting a dark, twisted urge.

‘Just a little more...’

She tried to suppress it. If it was an endless wait, she might have gone mad by now, but it was only a matter of a day or two.

Not months, not years, just one or two days. She just had to endure that time...

  • Kiss.

    "Mm... Hehe."

    Hong Yeon-hwa lowered her head and gave him a brief kiss. The kiss, full of affection and desire, made Iha-yul break into a carefree grin, as though he hadn’t been paying attention.

    "Hey, isn’t there a camera? Shouldn’t we be more careful with our actions?"

    "Hmph, what’s the big deal?"

    At Baek Ah-rin’s comment, Hong Yeon-hwa sniffed dismissively and ignored her.

    [Next Event, the Event Match will begin]

    [Gimmick Activation]

    "They’re starting really quickly."

    The announcement echoed from the sky. At the same time, a light suddenly poured down from far away as if there was no time to waste.

    Everyone’s attention shifted to the light falling from the night sky. It was so bright, almost as bright as the moon, illuminating the entire area...

    "Mm?"

    Hong Yeon-hwa blinked. The others reacted similarly. The bright, pure white light was familiar.

    ‘My magic?’

    Iha-yul felt it too. The pillar of light that had fallen from the sky and struck the flag, illuminating the night, was likely a signal announcing the beginning of the event.

    That pillar of light was made from Iha-yul’s magic.

    ‘Why is it there...?’

    The magic usage that he didn’t even realize he had performed. Iha-yul soon deduced that it was the magic he had accumulated during the opening ceremony, but why had he suddenly released it into the sky like this?

    [Shocked]

    A moment later, as he observed the figure that emerged from the light, he understood. The person appeared with a body formed from Iha-yul’s magic.

    [...Why here...]

    He wondered again. Iha-yul frowned as he softly touched his purification stone.

    "Excuse me?"

    Baize looked up at the man with a blank expression.

    The man’s appearance wasn’t particularly striking.

    Despite his loose robe, his muscular build could be vaguely seen. His arms, emerging from the black robe, were as thick as steel beams, and his swollen fingers looked as though they would crush anything they touched.

    That was the extent of his visible physique. His torso and legs were empty, and he wore a rugged helmet on his head.

    ‘A person...?’

    Baize questioned whether this man was even human.

    What he saw seemed like an ordinary man, but the magic emanating from him was something that couldn’t possibly belong to a normal person.

    Endlessly tangled and knotted threads of magic. Just the magic that seemed visible on the surface was that intense. He couldn’t even begin to guess how twisted the magic inside him must be.

    "■■, ■ ■■■ ■... ■, ■■ ■■■(What’s this, no response... Ah, there are restrictions)."

    The man raised his hand to scratch his head, but when it met his helmet, he groaned.

    ‘Well, with the real body there, it’s no wonder the face is similar—it’s unsettling.’

    The man muttered to himself as he nodded, staring at Baize with a complicated expression.

    ‘......’

    A friend, one could say.

    They had learned about each other’s circumstances and built a friendly rapport. Baize had contributed to the man’s strength, and the man had helped Baize settle into the Mage’s Guild.

    Sometimes, when they had time, they would eat together and lament their situations.

    "■■(Hah...)."

    But this Baize wasn’t a friend. He was a complete stranger. Baize didn’t know the man, and the man didn’t know this Baize.

    ‘......’

    After staring at Baize for a moment, the man pulled his leg back.

    "...Huh, huh? Wait a second."

    Baize, blinking in confusion, stuttered. The actions that would follow this posture were already forming in his mind.

    The man didn’t stop. He swiftly kicked his leg back, sending Baize flying like a soccer ball.

  • Bang!

    "Ugh!"

    The sound of a pig being slaughtered escaped Baize’s mouth as he soared through the air. After a brief moment of floating, he crashed into the ground, rolling over the heads of the students.

    "■■, ■■■■ ■■■(Hmm, not much of a hit)."

    The man nodded as he retrieved his leg. It seemed the strike didn’t have much force, likely because of the lack of growth.

    [Event Entity Summoning Complete]

    [Defeat the Entity]

    "■■ ■■■■(Introducing the bastard)."

    The man looked up at the sky and clicked his tongue. He clearly wasn’t happy with the introductory message.

    As he lowered his head, he noticed students beginning to surround him.

    The man squinted. Some faces were familiar, others were not.

    Familiar faces were those who had died on the battlefield. The ones he didn’t know... were either dead before meeting or hadn’t been on the battlefield...

    "■■, ■■■ ■ ■■(Sigh, what does it matter)."

    After a moment of scanning the faces of the unfamiliar students, the man sighed deeply.

    Although his feelings were complicated about meeting an unknown friend, the man’s task was clear.

    "■■(Sigh)."

    The man took a deep breath. Creak! The circuits activated. The circuits running from his neck to his body formed tattoos like magical veins.

    Enhancement magic, strength enhancement, durability strengthening, vision correction, sensory amplification, speed thinking, sensory system integration...

    The magic poured into the circuit that had already formed its pattern.

    Breathing in for seventeen seconds. Exhaling for twenty-six. In an instant, all types of enhancement and correction magic filled his body.

    "Magical response! Over thirty different types?"

    "Deploy defense magic! Prepare for interception!"

    The students didn’t stay silent at the man’s actions. As the entity had already been announced, they quickly recognized it as a monster in human form.

    They quickly set up their formation, keeping their distance to surround him.

    The vanguard formed the defense line, while those who could attack from afar moved back, preparing their weapons.

    Those skilled in support magic took positions further back and began casting various supportive spells.

    Then came the attack.

    A myriad of spells, curses flying stealthily, arrows laced with energy, throwing weapons—an onslaught of various attacks rushed toward the man.

    "■(Hmm)."

    The man stood still, watching them. The sight of students quickly organizing their formation was familiar.

    Their skills had long surpassed those of typical students, but considering the situation, it made sense.

    The man nodded. As the circuits activated, a hexagonal shield formed tightly around him.

    Boom! The attacks hit the shield and exploded. When the dust cleared, the shield remained without a scratch.

    The students were unperturbed, preparing their next round of attacks. After all, no one expected such an attack to end it.

    Crisp! Magic from the man’s shoulder and arms activated.

    Hit correction, trajectory prediction, and output augmentation.

    He flicked his pinky finger.

    The magic level wasn’t complicated.

    Usually, magic was categorized into low, mid, and high grades. The standard wasn’t necessarily based on usefulness or output but on the difficulty of casting the spell.

    Low-grade magic could be used with minimal training. Mid-grade required a bit of chanting or simple seals. High-grade magic needed more preparation.

    Among them, more complex spells often required a long magical preparation or a ritual procedure using materials and catalysts.

    Given the magnitude of the spell, it was essentially impossible to have an internal incantation for high-level magic.

    Advanced magic, Monster Piercing Lance.

    A dark spear gathered above the man’s head. A siege magic commonly used to pierce and explode through castle walls. It was registered in the Mage’s Guild.

    The mage students recognized the magic, their faces turning pale as they saw the powerful spell.

    Drops of black liquid dripped from the tip of the spear. The man flicked his finger absentmindedly, and the massive black spear began to spin violently.

    Whoooosh! The winds twisted, shaking the air. Even those who didn’t recognize the magic turned pale from the terrifying force.

    The spear tore through the air. With a flash, it pierced the shield of a student who had raised their defense barrier with their unique ability.

    Boom! A small vibration rang out. The spear, having shattered part of the formation, lodged itself in the ground. The student’s outline disintegrated into a burst of light.

    Boom! A huge shockwave hit the ground. Thousands of small spears rained down, burrowing into the inner layers of the fortress with explosive force.

    Screams erupted. A student hit by the shards had limbs mangled, rolling on the ground. Few students managed to block with their energy. Most were pierced right through.

    ‘Hmm.’

    Surprisingly, many had blocked it. The man tilted his head.

    Even if they were elite students, surviving a siege spell head-on was unexpected.

    He didn’t know the exact abilities of the students at this stage. After all, he had been weak at this time too.

    He flicked his finger again. Another five black spears materialized above his head.

    "Ah."

    A mage student gasped in shock. While desperately reinforcing their defenses with magic, they couldn’t help but sigh at the display of power they were witnessing.

    It wasn’t long ago that they were stunned by Iha-yul’s combat style, but now they were witnessing a madman casting high-grade magic without any incantation.

    Was this the level of a real mage? According to their memories, it definitely wasn’t...

    Boom! Spears pierced and exploded through the formation. The makeshift defense collapsed.

    ‘They’ll resurrect soon, since they’re in the Tower of Growth.’

    Not all students had gathered here yet. The man glanced at the flag shooting up into the sky.

    ‘Chariot battle... They said it’s an event? I doubt it’ll last long.’

    While the man pondered for a moment, he noticed the unusual energy approach.

    The dark night sky. The stars that were scattered, and the comparatively large moon. But something even brighter than that was present.

    Three pairs of wings fluttered, their owners proudly showcasing their power.

    The man’s brow furrowed as he noticed Iha-yul’s face.

    “■■, ■■ ■■ ■■■ ■■■(Dammit, I’m supposed to be handsome too).”

    Compared to the real thing, this was nothing. He clicked his tongue, while Iha-yul shook his hands.

    Magic flowed out of the purification crystal and formed a spell. Iha-yul personally wrote the spell.

    Stars twinkled in the night sky. When the man blinked, the stars rained down. A hexagonal shield appeared once again around him.

    Boom! The sound was different this time. Crack! The shield was reinforced as cracks spread along it, and the man blinked.

    ‘...The output’s a bit high.’

    He recognized the magic. Mid-grade offensive magic, but the output was far stronger than usual. The man muttered as he glanced at the shattered shield.

    He knew the type of magic. Intermediate attack magic. However, the output was much stronger than normal. The man muttered while glancing at the several shields that eventually broke and fell to the ground.

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    Lee Ha-yul flapped his wings and landed on the ground. A little distance away. However, it was a distance that would not be a problem for a magician or a warrior.

    The two recognized each other.

    “■(hmm).”

    The man let out an awkward sigh. His eyes were closed. He had heard the explanation, but it was awkward to face him in person.

    “... ... ”

    Lee Ha-yul was also awkward. He had poured out his magic vigorously and confronted him, but it was awkward to actually face him.

    The second time they had met before, he had been quiet and silent. His face was expressionless, like a dead corpse.

    The fifth time, he... spoke. Even though his face was covered by the helmet, he could feel the awkwardness and awkwardness.

    “... ■■? ■■ ■■ ■■■■ ■ ■■? (...Hello? You’re free, right?)”

    “What are you talking about?”

    Hong Yeon-hwa, who landed next to Lee Ha-yool, furrowed her brow. The voice in her ear was like noise and disturbing her mind.

    [Yes, I can hear it]

    “Oh, thank goodness. I heard the explanation in advance, but I was worried that those bad guys would do something strange again.”

    The man nodded, saying it was fortunate. He then rolled his eyes while wiping his chin.

    “Uh... So, should I say... nice to meet you?

    [...Hello?]

    They both bowed their heads awkwardly.

    Hong Yeon-hwa blinked and looked back at Lee Ha-yool.

    “...Can you talk to him?”

    “Yes, for now...”

    Soon Baek A-rin and Lee Ji-yeon landed nearby. The man gave them a glance and stared at Lee Ha-yul.

    Lee Ha-yul swallowed hard at that gaze.

    “Magic... She’s a first-year student, but she’s already above par. The Tower of Knowledge, that fucking bitch treated the real one well, huh?”

    After an awkward standoff, the man muttered as if chewing. Lee Ha-yul’s mouth closed.

    “When someone desperately came looking for me, I didn’t even open the door and sent a golem... But I’m glad that they treated me like I was real. Thank goodness... But honestly, I feel like shit.”

    The man scratched the back of his helmet nervously.

    I had heard the explanation of your situation. I knew it was unintentional and that it was unavoidable.

    However, even after learning the circumstances, the negative feelings he had felt at the time did not easily go away.

    Reason and emotion rarely coincided.

    “Hey, you really are a vulgar bitch─”

    Bam! The man’s body was thrown backwards. The fragments of the protective shield that he had automatically deployed fell down with a thud.

    The man blinked, dumbfounded. For a moment, the edge of his vision turned red. Goosebumps ran down his exposed skin.

    When the man raised his head blankly, he saw Lee Ha-yool’s face, which had grown cold.

    Violent hostility spread from Lee Ha-yool.

    [Don’t curse Ariel, you son of a bitch]

    All kinds of magic poured down on the man.

    [The Tower of Knowledge makes a complicated expression]

    [... ... ]

    [The top of the tuning tower clicks his tongue]

    [Oh my, I'm dying of joy]

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