Chapter 330 – Mythology Academy
The stinging gaze of the surroundings that is stuck in oneself. Seong-il moves his body to a dark corner as much as possible to avoid their gaze.
‘Oh, it really does look like that.’
Seong-il is half-hidden in a remote and dark place, avoiding people’s prying eyes.
He waited for the exam to end, praying that this embarrassing time would soon end.
‘Whoa… It’s almost over.’
Seong-il sees the end of a long test. He feels relieved that the test is over and he can get out of the bed of thorns.
‘But the fuck… What happened is that there’s no kid holding a rock the same size as me…?’
At other exam halls, he prays that there will always be someone holding a rock similar to or bigger than himself, and Seong-il watches the last student’s exam with a bitter heart.
“Whoa… It’s over.”
Thinking that he can finally get out of this bed of thorns, Seong-il returns to a bright place and waits for the child to be separated.
“Han Seong-il. Come back to the podium.”
‘No, why the fuck are you calling me again?’
When the last student finished the exam, the supervisor called the holy day. Seong-il is deeply impressed by his sudden action.
“Yes!!”
But on the contrary, the answer comes out lightly. He goes up to the podium with the supervisor with quick movements to avoid getting caught by the supervisor.
‘A supervisor would be a professor of a specific class, so there’s nothing good about making a bad impression.’
Seong-Il stands on the podium, embarrassed. He lowered his head slightly and asked the instructor carefully not to show his face.
“Um… Why did you call me…?”
Seong-il wanted to give him a prize because he came in first place. However, the supervisor says something he didn’t expect.
“It looks like you haven’t done your best before. Can you lift a bigger rock than the one you held in the test?”
“…Yes?”
“Are my words too difficult to understand?”
“Uh… That’s not it, I did my best to lift it, so I don’t think it’s impossible?”
Seong-il sticks out his flippers as much as he can because he doesn’t want to stand out anymore.
“Ha… Are you deceiving me?”
“…Really?”
“Huh… If you want to tell a lie, learn how to fool a higher psychic from now on and talk about it.”
“…”
The instructor’s words as if he saw through his skills. However, Seong-il doesn’t really want to stand out, so he stands still with a hesitant expression.
“Are you going to keep me and about a hundred comrades standing? Really?”
“Uh…”
“Well, I don’t mind standing all day, so just keep fooling around like that. Your classmates will really like it.”
‘Fuck…’
Seong-il opens his mouth with a rotting expression at the sight of the instructor resolutely casting Dapjeong-neo as if there is no reversal.
“Let’s lift a rock that’s one step bigger than the one we held earlier.”
“No no no…”
“…?”
“Whether it works or not, I’ll try the biggest one.”
‘No, this crazy bastard is really…’
Seong-il blushes with anger at the instructor’s request to lift a rock the size of a house.
However, there was nothing he could do even if he had to think about it while being annoyed inside.
‘Fuck, I can’t even lift that rock with my current abilities anyway, so I’ll have to pretend to lift it politely.’
I don’t know what method, but when the instructor seems to be able to see through the skills of a lower level psychic than himself, Seong-il tries to whine and show a failure.
‘[Emotion] Is still beyond my abilities, so there shouldn’t be any problem.’
The information given by 『Emotion』 Was always reliable, so based on that information, Seong-il lifted the rock without hesitation.
“Keugh…”
As expected, the movement of the rock without a jaw. The rock, which weighs hundreds of tons, does not budge no matter how hard Seongil tries.
‘I knew it…’
When she finds out that it is an unattainable goal no matter how hard she tries, Seong-il feels relieved.
‘Because it happened like this, I’ll do my best.’
Come to think of it, he had never heard anything with his telekinesis at its maximum output.
He tests his limits and pushes his maximum output.
“Uhhhhh”
Apply enough force to see thread veins on your face, around the time it turns red. Someone comes up behind Seong-il’s back while he is concentrating and puts a hand on his shoulder.
“…?”
While concentrating, Seong-il was taken aback by the feeling of his raised hand. He naturally begins to lose focus and energy.
“Concentrate.”
“…!!”
A short but powerful word. It was a very simple word, but the voice contained the power to resonate with Seongil’s soul.
“Focus. Keep an eye on the target.”
And Seong-il focuses on the voice without knowing it, and at the same time begins to project power as he speaks.
“Kuh…”
However, a rock that still does not budge. Seeing such a holy day, someone behind his back starts complaining about the holy day more strongly.
“Focus more! More!! And remember the most intense memory you’ve ever had!! Whether it’s happiness or pain!!”
The words of a man that touches the soul. Seong-il’s words naturally remind us of the reality of mankind suffering in reality.
“Fuck…!!”
The power that is strongly output along with the swear words that are spit out without knowing it.
In fact, the size of the power itself was not much different from the power Seong-il output to its maximum a few minutes ago, but Sung-il’s power, including his inner air, begins to be projected onto the rock more densely and efficiently, following the texture of his emotions.
“Koo-gu Palace…!!”
“And…”
“Crazy..?!”
At the same time, a huge rock started to rise little by little. And the surrounding astonishment that flows out.
However, Seong-il, who has fallen into a trance and focuses his strength and spirit only on the rock, is unaware of the commotion around him.
“Aaaaa!!!”
Seong-il, furious enough to have red bloodlines in his eyes, roars like a beast and releases all his power as if burning.
Wooooo!!!
And an intense wave emanating from him and the rock. Some students frown, shrink, or even collapse as the power begins to spread around them.
“Aaaaa!!!”
The roar of the Holy Days was so angry that it even sounded like a scream.
And by the time all that roar is over. Seong-il feels that all of his internal energy is exhausted and a feeling of extreme exhaustion comes.
“Chehehe…!!”
At the same time, Seongil kneels on the floor. Then, at the same time, as if waiting, the rock that floated about 10m in the air also starts to fall to the floor.
“As expected, it’s quite good. My eyes aren’t wrong.”
A man muttered something behind his back. He raises his hand in the direction of the rock he is crashing into.
Whoa…!!
An intense wave that spreads as expected. Due to that force, the speed of the rapidly falling boulder slowly starts to decrease, and then the boulder begins to settle down gently on the ground.
“Whoa… Whoa…”
“Nice job.”
“…?”
Seong-il, who woke up from concentration. For a moment he remembers what he has done.
“No sir…”
“Did you see it guys?”
Just as Seong-il cuts off the words of Seong-il, who is about to spit out swear words at the professor, professor Aaron Bjornsen jumps out in front of Seong-il and speaks to the students under the podium.
“…”
Silent students. Professor Bjornsen exclaims to the students with a slight contempt on his face.
“This is called talent. Gentlemen.”
“…”
“The student behind me is a first-class talent that has appeared for the first time in 10 years.”
“!!!”
“Some of the students here know that they are not qualified to enter this academy.”
“…”
The words of a professor who can’t be cold. In fact, when the words come out of the professor’s mouth, some students start to look desperate or rotten.
However, whether they do it or not, the professor spits vicious words one after another.
“If you want to walk through the times with a student with such talent, blame your lack of talent and push yourself forward.”
“!!”
“Remember. There are people in the world who have a brilliant talent like Han Seong-il. When you walk 10 steps, those people are walking 100 steps even if you walk slowly.”
“…”
“If you don’t want to fall behind, if you want to survive in this academy, train to death.”
After that, Professor Aaron Bjornsen turns around and moves behind the podium.
“Fuck…”
After Professor Bjornsen’s one-day speech, Seong-il realizes that he’s really fucked up.
‘Nimiral really…’
I was determined not to stand out so much, but a certain crazy professor made a mess and became famous among the students who came on the first day of admission.
He raises a hand and wipes his face in frustration.
Tuk tuk
“…?”
Seong-il is still difficult, but when someone touches his shoulder, he looks back with a very lively expression.
“Hee… Hee!!”
The figure of a young woman, presumably an assistant professor. She looks terrified at Seong-il’s gaze, who has become a real warrior through countless fierce battles.
‘Oops!’
As if she had made a big mistake with her reason that went out of her moment, Seong-il quickly changed her expression and asked her.
“What are you doing?”
“That… That… School… The professor told me to follow him…”
“…”
For some reason, Seong-il desperately puts up with her reason being blown away by her words that her supervisor, Professor Aaron Bjornsen, called her.
“Professor? Why?”
“That…Well…”
When she thinks that her teaching assistant is frightened of her, her Seong-il calmly gets up from her seat without saying anything to her sorry.
“Let’s go. Then.”
“Yes? Yes…”
Fortunately, when Seong-il managed to control his emotions and put on a calm expression, the assistant seemed relieved. She calmly takes Seong-il and starts moving somewhere.
“Oh, are you here?”
‘Come. This chewy. ‘
When she sees Professor Bjorn Sen, who has ruined her own academy life from the start, her seongil once again feels her emotions out of control.
“Hmm… You don’t look good. Is it an aftereffect of the previous ability?”
“Yes…”
It was like he wanted to say, ‘You screwed up my life at the academy, so your face looks like this.’
He calmly replies with an expression of agreement with the professor’s words.
“Haha! Certainly, the emotion of anger brings out strength easily and quickly.”
‘…Did emotions have that kind of power?’
At first glance, it seemed that way. In the first couple of matches, I seemed to have exerted a little more strength by beating Go Yeong-tae.
“But be careful not to get buried in your emotions.”
“Yes? Yes…”
“Because if you control your ability using emotions too much, you will destroy yourself.”
“Okay…”
“Anyway, it was a lot of trouble.”
“…”
“For the past 30 years, it was a pity that there were only two first-class wizards except for me, but it is really fortunate that a junior who will succeed me has appeared.”
‘This bastard is so…’
Perhaps Professor Aron had a stomach ache because he had no psychic powers of first-class talent except for himself.
‘Don’t use me for something like that, you bastard…’
Seong-il spit out all the swear words he could and mocked Professor Aron.
Either way, Professor Aron was making a happy face as he praised Seongil’s talent.
“Whoops! No matter how much I gave you advice, even 4th graders can’t easily lift the biggest rock! I’m really looking forward to your future growth!”
‘…You told me to listen to that? This bastard is really…’
“Thanks to the divine power you showed this time, the newcomers will be greatly stimulated! The future of the psychics will be bright this year!”
‘… This chewy is really. Give me one and I want to beat you.’
The professor’s words that made Seongil’s stomach boil all the time. The moment I tried to say that I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I’d just go out.
“Anyway, since you did something good today, I should give you a prize. Do you have any wishes?”
“Uh…”
Seong-il falls into trouble for a moment when the professor suddenly offers a prize.
“Ask anything. It’s not easy to get advice from a top professor like me.”
A professor who subtly dismisses the award as ‘advice’. However, paradoxically, a thought passes through Seong-il’s head at his expression.
“Um… Then… Can I ask you a question I’ve been stuck on?”
“Oh! Great! Ask me anything.”
“…Even though I awakened to a psychic power a while ago, I don’t know what this ability is or how to activate it. What should I do in this case?”
Professor Aron looks at him with the expression of asking all sorts of bizarre questions at Sungil’s question.
“You’re asking something so basic…?”
‘I really don’t like everything about this bastard from start to finish.’
