Ruler of the Game 657

Chapter 657 – Mythology Academy

While cursing at the jealous stares of his classmates who were focused on him, Seong-il quietly starts to improve his skills.

“I’m ready…”

Seong-il, who looks like an animal dragged to a slaughterhouse, spreads invisible telekinesis around him with his inner air.

“By the way… I really have no idea about native transmutation! I just managed to get the cold elemental transmutation really, really lucky…”

Seong-il doesn’t want to be in the spotlight anymore, so he gives his last argument to Professor Aron. Professor Aron also responds with a slightly softened expression, as if he had read Seongil’s emotions at first glance.

“I know. I didn’t ask you to come up to the podium because I really believed that you would succeed in transforming your unique traits in one fell swoop.”

“Hmm…”

“I just asked you to come up to use it as a kind of teaching aid because you were the fastest among the students here to succeed in transformation. If you’re going to fail the same way from a teaching standpoint, it’s easier to explain when you see the failure of a student with great skills and talent. Do you understand?”

“Ah, yes…”

Professor Aron’s logic that makes Seongil’s mouth shut. Seong-il stops grumbling at his perfect answer, which has no loopholes, and calmly does as he tells him.

“Gentlemen. The Han Seong-il right in front of you is so good at mastering magical powers that he can transform an element in just one attempt. He is trying to help his classmates using that talent, so give everyone a round of applause before the demonstration. .”

Clap clap clap!!

As Professor Aaron’s words fell, applause fell from every corner of the classroom. Seong-il could also feel jealousy and envy in the sound.

‘I’m sick… Even if the other guy is like that, Lantz, that bastard can’t send that kind of gaze!! Fuck!! You are a genius too!!’

Seong-il internally curses the main character for behaving like a small person and, as Professor Aron ordered, manifests the power of cold in his hand.

“Unlike telekinesis, which can be awakened and used naturally without much effort, why is transformation difficult?”

Professor Aaron, who leads the class in the form of questions. Knowing that every time you answer his question during class, additional points are naturally added, so the students turn on the light in their eyes and roll their heads to answer.

“…Because it is essential to possess a higher level of magical power in order to transform.”

While the students were racking their brains, the answer jumped out from the front row. Seong-il was able to see Lantz, the main character with impressive silver hair, there.

“Correct answer. You know exactly. Then yes. Then, what is magical control? In fact, there are countless logics to this, but it’s impossible for a first year student to learn or understand all of them. Then, what about those of you who haven’t established a theory yet? Will it be easier to understand if I learn , and can I quickly raise my grip on power?”

Silent hall. However, as if Professor Aron already knew that this kind of reaction would come out, he spits out the words like a rapid-fire gun without hesitation at all.

“It’s simple! Just how densely and widely spread the telekinesis around the caster!

Conversely, how densely you can gather telekinesis in a small space is related to the seizure of power!

If you practice these two every day, even an idiot will be able to transform.”

Professor Aaron gives a speech about the basics of psychic powers, starting with Lantz’s answer.

Although it was concise, the meaning contained within was by no means light, so Seong-il stopped grumbling and focused on his lecture.

“…So, if you are a person with psychic powers, you should also know how to objectively check the level of your abilities. And the method is very simple.

If you use the training method I will show you from now on, you will not only be able to increase your grip on power, but also objectively determine the level of your abilities. And you can quantify it and figure it out.”

After finishing the first speech, Aaron gestures to the teaching assistant to bring the prepared item. When his signal goes off, the teaching assistant quickly arranges several artifacts prepared in advance on the podium.

‘…Marble?’

The appearance of a small marble the size of a thumb nail. As the marbles, roughly a dozen or so, are laid down on the table, Aaron stretches out his hand and projects an intangible force onto the marbles.

“Oh…”

Then, exclamations flowed from the mouths of the students. As Professor Aaron scattered his marbles around him and moved them over a very wide range, the students seemed to marvel at his mastery of power.

‘It sure goes far.’

Beads that go up to almost the height of the second floor. It turned red and was floating around emitting a brilliant light.

‘Does it have the characteristic of turning red when magic is injected?’

At that time, Seong-il was thinking about marbles for a while. The floating beads gently fly in the direction of Seongil, as if swimming.

“…?”

When a marble suddenly approaches him, Seong-il stares blankly at it, not understanding its intention.

Chin!

“Ugh…”

In the meantime, something powerfully came up on his shoulder. Seong-il turns his head and realizes that it is Professor Aron’s hand.

“Now, Seongil-kun. It’s your turn. Float the marbles like I did and look up.”

“Ah, yes…”

There is nothing difficult in itself to float the marbles, so Seong-il tries to scatter his psychokinesis on the marbles without making any special excuses.

“Ugh…!?”

The strong resistance felt from the orb that was easy to see. The marble absorbs Seongil’s psychokinesis and refuses to float.

“Either concentrate more. Put more mana into it. It was specially made for control training, so if you try to operate it clumsily, you’ll get hurt.”

“Ah… Yes…!!”

Apparently, the beads contain the property of resisting telekinesis as much as possible, so it seems to have the effect of giving the person with supernatural powers a role like a sandbag, forcing them to practice sophisticated control at a higher level.

‘There’s nothing I can’t do if I hit my inner ball terribly… But right now I’m bouncing more than necessary.’

Thinking so, Seong-il sighs and replies that he will only move one marble instead of controlling multiple marbles to focus on Aaron.

“Hmm… You mean you want to use more concentration?”

“Yes. My grip on power doesn’t seem to be enough to try multi-bead control yet.”

“Yeah… Well… If you think so, then try it.”

“…?”

Strangely, Aaron looks at Seong-il’s bead dyed red and responds to Seong-il’s opinion in a cold tone.

Although the appearance was a little strange, it was impossible to argue with it, so Seong-il calmly began to hit the red marble with his inner ball.

‘What… No matter what the people around me say. What would you think would look strange if you put all your attention on a single marble? Besides, anyone can do this. There is only a slight difference…’

In fact, Seong-il has seen his teaching assistant float the marbles without difficulty, so he thinks that controlling at least one marble during the first year will not be a problem.

‘She’s so soft…?’

Seong-il, who felt the marble through his telekinesis, realized that it was not a glass-like material, but a kind of rubber-like marble.

‘Certainly, the property of absorbing mana is rather strong…? I wonder if I should act moderately…’

Seong-il tries to float her marble in the air, pretending to be struggling as much as possible so as not to appear too good at it.

“Now the limit…”

“Stop talking nonsense and focus. Even a passing dog will laugh if a friend who has the potential to listen to rocks says it’s hard because of this.”

“…”

Seong-il, who is at a loss for words at Aaron’s venomous words, closes his mouth and focuses on the marble again.

However, he’s not an idiot either, so he intentionally shows a hard way to avoid being hit by the same number, or intentionally breaks the control.

“More focus!”

However, whenever that happens, Aaron, who reads Seong-il’s emotions like a ghost, pushes Seong-il to make the marble control stronger.

‘Damn it! It’s okay if you get hit once or twice!! I won’t be hurt anymore!!’

Having been fished by Professor Aron several times, Seong-il does not blink an eye despite his pressure and stops his energy at an appropriate level.

‘It’s five stars. It’s just using telekinesis with a 5-star level of skill.’

This is enough to not raise suspicion from Aaron, so Seong-il deceives Aaron and the students who are looking at him in a way that he uses his internal energy at an appropriate level.

“Whoa… That’s the real limit.”

“Right.”

Seeing the red orb floating in the air, Aaron nods his head with a strange expression. Then, out of the blue, he tells you to put his orb back in a specific area.

“Now. Now try the opposite. The same amount of mana is densely packed into that marble and squeezed into it.”

“Ah, yes.”

Seong-il calmly condenses his psychokinesis in response to Aaron’s request. Resistance felt in the meantime.

‘Huh? It’s a bit tight…?’

For some reason, Seong-il gets the impression that even though he uses the same amount of energy, it is slightly more difficult to control his psychokinesis than when spreading it.

However, when Seong-il, whose level of psychokinesis control had been raised through hard training and battle, focused a little more, fortunately, the telekinesis was condensed into one point without any problems.

“Hmm… Did you succeed?”

“Yes? Ah, I used the same level of magic as before, but it works.”

“Right.”

Aaron nodded his head lightly without replying to Seongil’s words. Then he calls out to the students while looking at the condensed beads.

“Now! You must have seen the telekinesis control Han Seong-il did here, right? Transformation can be done at any time after controlling the telekinesis to this level. Therefore, I will give you homework.”

Professor Aaron, who shouted so, orders the students to achieve the goal of at least half of the level of control that Seong-il did by the end of this semester.

“…Half?”

“Aren’t you ignoring us too much…”

Although Seong-il admitted that he was a genius who appeared after decades, some students blushed and complained as if their pride was hurt when Professor Aron told him to practice for a semester what he solved in just 10 minutes.

“Hmm… You two. I guess you don’t understand. That’s good. Come out here and try to control the beads yourself.”

“…All right.”

Normally, upon hearing Professor Aron’s point, they would have bowed their heads or apologized in fright, but the pointed out students show their spirit when they come up to the podium with hardened expressions, perhaps because their pride has been scratched.

“Let’s begin.”

At Professor Aron’s words, the two students clenched their teeth and threw all their strength from the start to project their telekinesis into the marble.

“What?!”

And the strong resistance felt from the beads. It eats up the student’s mana as if he refuses to manipulate it.

“Lee Iik…!!”

However, as if something was wrong, the two students desperately radiate magic and try to control the orb with telekinesis.

‘…Orange?’

For some reason, the color of the marble was different from before. Obviously, when Professor Aron and himself put magic into the marble, it was bright red, but for some reason, the color of the marble used by other students was closer to orange.

“Stop. Until there.”

“I can do more…”

When Aaron disables the control, the students grit their teeth and tell him that they can do more.

“Don’t talk nonsense. The color of the beads is orange. How are you going to pull them up to the ceiling? It’s hard on your body, so just stop it in place.”

‘Fuck…Was it like that!?’

Seong-il realizes that the color of the transparent marble changes according to the concentration of mana or psychokinesis.

‘Somehow the fuck… He kept telling me to upload more.’

Seong-il realizes why Professor Aron was amused by his mother’s actions, and feels her face turn red with shame.

“Haha…”

After hearing Aaron’s words, he tried to clench his teeth and float the marbles for a while, but Professor Aaron sprayed his telekinesis on them and urged them in the form of interfering with them, ordering them to put the marbles back in place.

“Okay. Now let’s try concentrating.”

“Ha… Ha… Yes.”

They are about to give up, but the two students grit their teeth and try to concentrate their psychokinesis on one point, perhaps because the desire to compete has boiled over.

“Uggeukgeuk!!”

“Geuuuuu!!!”

The two students squeeze the telekinesis with all their might, even with the veins on their faces. Seong-il mumbles with a puzzled look on his face, not understanding the desperate situation.

“…No, you say you’re already having such a hard time doing that? It doesn’t look like you have less magic than before…”

Seong-il, who did not understand the appearance of his classmates, muttered in a very small voice.

“Because it’s harder to concentrate psychokinesis than to spread it. Even if you use the same amount of magic normally. The difficulty is about 1.5 times different.”

“!!!”

When Professor Aron hears his whisper and comes to his side to explain the situation, Seong-il feels his spine tense.

‘Fuck… I was just playing in Professor Aaron’s palm.’

When Seong-il thinks of how Aaron must have laughed at her for her poor performance, she feels her head pounding with shame.