Chapter 664 – Mythology Academy
In addition, he realizes that he is on the ceiling of the professor’s training room.
‘Whoa… For now, I somehow escaped a troublesome situation.’
Seong-il was actually not afraid of death itself. If you have to say that you die in the game, it’s because the game is over and you lose access to the world and it’s over.
‘Of course… I don’t know if that’s the case even when death occurs after clearing…’
Even if the worst situation broke out, he was sure that in the end there would be no harm to himself in reality.
‘At worst, Elaine et al. It only bothers me that I might lose followers.’
In the end, it could be said that the most threatening case to Seong-il was the case of sealing or restraint.
In this case, if he lost his ego or reason and spewed out all his secrets or was misused, really terrible things could happen, so Seong-il was most wary of having his physical freedom restricted like a moment ago.
‘What’s up? Do you run away after rescuing the doll by going wild?’
Because of the thought that he was hooked by the professors, Seong-il rationally understood it to some extent, but his annoyance was at the top of his head, so he agonized over whether he would go on a rampage.
“We fight. We don’t fight.”
“…!?”
Suddenly, a familiar voice is heard from the ceiling, and the professors look at the ceiling in surprise. Then, I saw a man with a familiar look bouncing a gold coin.
“…What?! How?!”
Professor Ahindel is surprised at how much he looks at the doll and the holy day, shaking his hand a little uncharacteristically.
“Ah! I’m sorry! I’m an alter ego! I’m actually a doll.”
“…A doll? An alter ego?”
When an unbelievable story comes out of the mouth of ‘Seong-il’, who is trapped in a magic circle, Aaron and other faculty members look as if their heads have been beaten with a hammer.
‘Take advantage of this opportunity…!!’
Seong-il takes advantage of the moment when the faculty is embarrassed and quickly summons the two alter egos. Now, when two more people who look identical to him suddenly appear, the professors who realize that the doll’s words are not lies show even more surprise.
“…Have you ever been fake?”
Professor Aaron asks Seong-il if he deceived the academy through his alter ego. In addition, seeing this situation now, he has a stronger idea that he might have a relationship with Tala.
“That can’t be the case. It was right that my body was trapped in the magic circle a little while ago. I just used my authority to play with fate and exchanged my location with my alter ego.”
“…”
At first glance, Seong-il’s remarks sounded like he had used the power of Tala, the god of deceit and deceit. That’s why the professors raised their guard and gathered their magical energy. Seong-il mumbles something again as he flicks the gold coin.
“Tell the truth to the faculty in front of you. You don’t do that.”
Ting~!
Gold coins bouncing into the air with a metallic feel. And when it landed on Seongil’s palm, it pointed to the front.
‘Whoa… Let’s think positively. Maybe this situation is unexpectedly good for me.’
Not any other stuff. Since it was something given to him by the ‘Game Master’, Seong-il did not think that this artifact was a bad thing.
For this reason, Seong-il believes in the gold coin and the revelation it gave, and continues to speak calmly to the faculty with a peaceful mind.
“Whoa whoa! I understand being wary, but will you still listen? If you unilaterally told them what to say, no matter how the situation has changed, you won’t have to listen to my excuses.”
The professor’s still cold gaze. Seeing this, Seong-il cools down and thinks alone.
‘In case of emergency, rescue only the dolls and abandon this place and run away.’
However, since the situation at the academy was twisted and his affection for the world has cooled, Seong-il has no particular regrets and continues his conversation in a carefree tone.
“I swear I’m not Tala’s pawn. Ah! Of course, I’m not an underling of another foreign power. I can swear my all.”
“…How do you believe that? Seongil-gun’s ability now seems to match Tala’s deceit no matter where you look at it?”
Even Professor Wee Rain, who has been moderate throughout, shouts at Seong-il in a slightly sharp tone, as if he was half-breathing.
“Ha! If you know how to cheat, are you all slaves to that garbage foreigner? In other words, after I entered the academy, how many times have I fed foreign actors taffy? And I ate a big big taffy!!”
Now that nothing is restraining him, and he must have lost half of his passion in this goddamn world, Seong-il, who has lost sight of him, shouts out in a loud voice and pours out his words like a quick-fire argument.
“Magical imprint? That’s the secret I brought, and the improved form is also the secret I made for my followers. But do you know that? How did I enter your dream?”
Seong-il opens the inventory openly, shouting as if to resolve his resentment. Perhaps the professors were so surprised by the shocking sight of objects protruding from cracks in the air, they stared blankly at it, not even thinking about stopping his sudden action.
“I’ve already used the memory orb, so you’re familiar with it, right? So let’s skip that explanation. Take this orb. This is the artifact I used to enter your dreams.”
Seong-il uses his telekinesis to throw the leaves given by the divine tree between the professors.
“Does it look like Tala’s thing? Like an evil relic?”
“…”
Without a word, Professor Aron picks up the mysterious leaf handed to him by Sung-il and starts examining it.
In addition, he finds that the leaves are not evil, but the life and power of the earth are overflowing, and he feels confusion coming.
“Definitely. Didn’t I, along with Professor Thorgrim, resurrect the World Tree? What kind of stupid foreign god resurrected the thorny World Tree? The World Tree is a true guardian that protected this world from the invasion of foreign gods to the end!!”
The more he thinks about it, the more Seong-il feels that his blood boils, so he yells at the professors as if he were arguing. He thought this treatment was unfair because he thought he had done a lot more than what he had learned here.
“…The World Tree has been resurrected?”
“Didn’t you know? Didn’t Professor Thorgrim tell you?”
“…We haven’t talked about that yet.”
Surprisingly, for some reason Professor Thor Grimm seemed to be keeping a secret about the World Tree’s resurrection within the academy.
‘…When he left the World Tree, the Guardians asked him to remain silent about his resurrection for the time being until he gathered his strength… But that’s right, even at the academy he was keeping a secret?!’
When Seong-il tells Professor Thorgrim that he kept his oath in complete silence, Seong-il puts on a bewildered expression.
‘No… If you think about it, it’s worth it. Because that nobleman was usually reticent.’
Even though he was embarrassed for a while, he looked at the faculty and vomited passionately in order not to lose momentum.
“If in doubt, go and ask? If you tell me my name, he will answer me without hesitation.”
“…”
“Even after hearing this series of processes, do you still see me as a cheat for foreign media? Do I have to be treated like this?”
Seong-il, who had been speaking passionately, looks down with a more relaxed expression, perhaps feeling relieved.
“Yes, I have many secrets, and I’m willing to share them as long as you don’t talk about them.
But!! That is only possible with the respect of professors! I honestly think I’ve paid off everything I owe this world.
Resurrecting the World Tree and giving birth to the Transcendental Warriors, I think I’ve saved enough face for my followers here.”
Seong-il’s blood starts to cool from his ardent speech, so he puts aside his sarcastic tone and responds to the professors with a polite tone again. And the professors who listened to his story vaguely guessed the implied meaning and made a serious expression.
“…This side of the world? Followers?”
Even if you listened roughly, Seong-il was talking about this place as if it were a world that had nothing to do with him. Even the word ‘follower’ is not a word that ordinary people can see, so they raise the magic in their bodies with a nervous expression.
‘I must prepare too.’
It is enough to run away in case of emergency, but apart from that, the doll of the creator who is sacrificing on his behalf must be retrieved.
Therefore, Seong-il raises all his strength to rescue him and at the same time opens his inventory and takes out Arunrabe.
Woodeuk… Wooddeuk…!!
Arunlabe, which has been popping out of the inventory for the first time in a while, was spewing terrifying killing spirits around it because it had recently turned into a bloody weapon for killing God during the battle with the god of death.
Sensing the dangerous energy, the professors all raise their energy and prepare for a counterattack.
“Arunrabe!! Turn into a weapon that destroys magic and psychic powers!!”
After reading the powerful power of the previous three professors and falling to the owner’s command, Arunrabe begins to transform into a weapon suitable for him to protect the holy day.
‘It’s better than last time.’
At the time of transforming into a weapon for killing gods, he ate up his inner energy to an absurd level, but fortunately, the weapon specializing in magic resistance was not to that extent, making his holy day at ease.
‘Cane…?’
Seong-il is intrigued to see that Arunrabe has turned into a black and silver metal staff.
At the end of the staff, which spread out in a straight line, in the center of the staff bent like a hook, a bright blue power strongly suppressed the magic around it.
“Oh! That’s great!! Thank you, Seong-Il! I’m out of restraint!!”
‘Men and horses! It’s fine if it comes out well, why is that…!!’
Seong-il stares blankly at the alter ego’s behavior, who dares to blow the situation out of his mouth, dumbfounded for a moment.
“Dare…!!”
“I’m sorry~ yap!”
However, the alter ego smiles like a mischievous child and replies to Professor Aaron in a playful tone.
Perhaps angry at the sight, Professor Aron stretches out his arm and tries to throw a powerful metal spear at him.
Kagagak…!!
“!!!”
However, for some reason, Professor Aron feels that the control of mana and telekinesis has become dozens of times more difficult than usual, and he puts on a shocked expression.
“Oops~! It’s over? I’m done~”
The alter ego, who lightly ridiculed Professor Aaron, moves to Seong-il using the blinking magic imprint all over his body.
‘Oh… I don’t think my teammates feel any obstacles related to the use of magical powers?’
After confirming Arunrabe’s performance, Seong-il denounces the alter ego’s careless behavior and issues an ultimatum to the faculty.
“Now that the situation is reversed? I will tell you: choose. Will you politely cease hostilities and listen to the truth, or just let me go. You choose.”
“What if you hate both?”
The arrogant Seong-il’s words finally cut the strings of reason, and Aaron and other faculty members attempt an attack with a fierce murder.
‘As expected of professors.’
Even though it would have been difficult to use magic or psychic powers easily because of the magical power control situation, Seong-il exclaims inwardly at the faculty members who adapt quickly and shower powerful magic and psychic powers on themselves and their alter egos.
“Children, do your best.”
“Huh!”
However, Seongil, dolls, and split-marriage alter egos are also formidable beings. According to the linked will, they begin to surround themselves with powerful defensive magic.
“Ha! It’s still a long way! A kid who couldn’t even properly control his power!!”
As if he was quite angry, Professor Aron started to float dozens of huge metal spears in the air with an angry expression that he did not usually show.
‘Is it dangerous?’
After seeing Ahindel’s fire sphere and Weirin’s acid storm, Seong-il feels that if they fight like this, serious problems will arise for each other.
‘There’s no need to bump into each other.’
Taking advantage of his past experience, Seong-il knew very well that the only answer was to fight at Gangdaegang.
“Enlightenment!”
Seong-il tries to distort the world by shouting a mantra containing intense power. And according to the will of such a holy day, the inner energy spreads everywhere and transforms into a strange fantasy cloud.
“!!!”
When the appearance inside the professor’s training room suddenly turns into a beautiful Mureungdowon, the professors stop attacking in a moment of surprise despite the fight.
‘Now!’
And Seong-il, aiming for that gap, spreads even more elaborate fantasies around him, creating hundreds of fantasies that look exactly like him and spreading them around.
