The Reincarnate Became a Professor at the Academy

For a moment, she didn't understand.

Han Seojin.

What he said.

'What did he just say?'

Did he really just tell her to come at him?

Who did he think he was? The witch frowned as she looked at Han Seojin.

The aura she felt was extraordinary.

High Realm.

Reaching that level at his age was impressive.

Achieving High Realm at twenty, his confidence must be immense.

Even globally, it was a type of talent whose number fit on one hand.

Moreover, didn't he take down the Iron-Blood Sword Clan?

Considering these, Han Seojin's confidence was understandable.

Just reaching High Realm was something she could overlook.

'However.'

It was too reckless here.

Three in the Supreme Realm against five.

To take the lead initially, she spoke strongly.

But this ignorant one barged in recklessly.

'This isn't good.'

Neither faction wanted a fight to break out.

Because if they wanted to kill those three, they would suffer losses too.

If a fight broke out, those three must be killed.

Because each of them had the power of the Supreme Realm, capable of overturning a nation without it being strange.

If they could not be killed, it would have a terrifying aftermath.

And if they must be killed, they won't just die quietly.

'Roughly two.'

Two people who must die.

And the chance was that it might involve him too.

He didn't want his life to be caught in such matters.

'Tsk, a fool who knows nothing of the world.'

It had become troublesome.

Apart from that, he coveted the SS-grade trait he had acquired.

If those here were to obtain it.

'They would be closer to the realm of transcendence.'

They might be able to ascend to that place.

Someone had said.

Wasn't it better to stay in the Supreme Realm than to suffer going to the boundary?

It was like saying a snake's head was better than a dragon's tail.

Some were actually satisfied with that.

But not those who came to this dungeon.

They wanted to ascend and escape the laws of the world.

Even if it meant fighting against the demons at the boundary, they wanted to transcend.

And they wanted to gain enlightenment by fighting stronger opponents.

That was their wish. The chaff may not understand what it means to reach the boundary.

At least, that was the thought of the four Supreme Realm individuals here.

They wanted to avoid fighting.

But they desired the power of SS rank.

So they leisurely threatened them. And at the same time, they thought, 'Let's hope they don't insist on fighting.'

The Green Forest King was a concern—a madwoman who worshiped communism. And then there was the mad Sea King who caused tidal waves to destroy buildings made of wood.

Fortunately, there was the Emperor.

The one who ruled the Empire. His actions carried a different weight compared to others.

It wouldn't be taken as a genuine declaration of war.

Though it was slightly concerning that he was an imperial citizen, he was the head of the Empire.

Thinking on a grand scale…

"That's a good thought."

If you submitted, you'd be spared.

The Emperor laughed in sync with those words.

He quickly observed the reactions of the elves.

The communist red Green Forest King and the mad Sea King were gaining momentum.

Like dogs waiting for orders.

As if the owner finally decided to fight, the dogs were excitedly engaged─.

'…No, that can't be.'

This was mere bluster.

They wouldn't try to fight them.

But those three were different.

Their aura seemed ready to attack at any moment.

It wasn't just their eyes.

The will to kill with everything they had.

That determination began to appear in their eyes.

And.

The weakest one here.

The one who must die if a fight broke out, chaff to the Supreme Realm.

A man with a long body. His limbs were abnormally large.

"Do you really want to fight?"

"Amusing. You talk as if you are threatening us, yet you plan to avoid the fight."

"I do not wish to fight you. Our forces could kill all of you… but if we fight, two or three of us will certainly die."

"Hmm… So, what you're saying is you're scared, so you want to keep it moderate."

"You."

"It's not wrong, is it? I want to avoid the fight, but I want to make gains. The rewards we got while you were playing hard, you see."

At those words, a man stepped forward.

Carrying a long scabbard on his back, he was dressed in Chinese attire.

Wearing a large straw hat that covered half of his face, the man walked forward.

"Good terms indeed."

"Sword Demon!"

"To be honest, I didn't like it. The situation where the five of us intimidate a single fledgling. This changes the story…"

A fierce murderous intent filled his eyes. It was accompanied by a fighting spirit.

His eyes gleamed. As if the upcoming fight would be enjoyable.

"Our god stands at the border. Fighting alone there. Against those damn Sa faction scum. Thankfully, the hypocrites of the orthodox faction aren't present, but the forces of that disgusting emperor are. We must hurry to the border and repay our god."

The man called Sword Demon said so.

'Is it the Ming Cult?'

The aura that was felt.

A domineering aura. And he had mastered the martial arts of the Ming Cult. Cloaked in a domineering aura, the Sword Demon stepped forward.

"Before that, you come out first."

The sword's tip pointed at someone.

"I'll step forward."

Before the Sword Demon could say anything, a chaff came out.

The weakest one here.

A man with grotesquely large limbs stepped forward.

"Since when did this become a tournament-style fight?"

He stepped forward with a smile, casually swinging his arms to warm up.

'Shall I try an experiment?'

The magic armor I obtained a moment ago, the transparent magic armor. I was currently wearing it.

Despite wearing armor, there was no discomfort in movement.

I felt that I could move at any time if I set my mind to it.

But just in case, I awakened the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra. My body became slightly more solid.

Thud.

The creature approached. I stared at it blankly.

The Emperor, the Green Forest King, and the Sea King did not seem to intend to step forward.

'Rather, they are targeting me.'

They knew.

How strong I wam.

Should I draw my spear?

I observed the opponent. Two grotesquely swollen arms. Perhaps they had mastered something similar to external martial arts.

'It could be chivalry.'

Chivalry.

Knights swearing an oath to themselves, exerting abnormal strength.

Even if it was, it didn't matter much. The Heavenly Eyes explored the opponent.

The Wind God's blessing hovered over my entire body. My body feels light.

"I will not yield."

The weakest one reached out his arm towards me.

"This is the might of a Supreme Realm, kid."

Something shimmered at the tip of his outstretched hand. I widened my eyes, pretending to be surprised.

"S. O. Q. U. I. C. K. L. Y."

"…Isn't that too much acting?"

The emperor mumbled in disbelief at my words.

I let him take over my body and observed.

Boom!

His attack reached me. But the impact wasn't as powerful as expected. Judging by its force, it seemed reduced to about a third.

'Not bad?'

Perhaps due to my inherent durability, his attack didn't seem to affect me much.

"You, you how…?"

"Did you say Supreme Realm?"

Gray flames flickered on my two fists.

I swung those fists directly at his stomach.

Boom—!!

A tremendous explosion.

As soon as my fist touched his stomach, it was pierced right through.

"Th-this unbelievable power…!"

"This is called Soul Severance."

"Gah!"

He coughed up blood. His massive body collapsed on the spot.

The eyes of those glaring at us filled with bewilderment.

With a crooked smile, I said.

"Next."

As you wished, I'd break you down, step by step, so come quickly.

Long, jet-black hair flowed down.

Her eyes were also pitch black.

It was a darkness that seemed to swallow everything.

A woman draped in deep darkness.

Yet her skin was as white as jade. It made her stand out even more.

'What on earth is this?'

Yoo Eunchae had seen many beauties.

Most of the people here were beauties.

Perhaps due to the influence of mana, their skeletal structure was harmonious. They might be short, but their faces were generally small and beautiful, or they were tall.

But that woman was exceptional even among them.

'If I were to compare.'

Han Seojin.

The Purple Tower Master and the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor, that man.

Other appearances might be slightly inferior, but the current Han Seojin was comparable to a beauty never seen in the human world.

There was no expression.

Like a doll, she was looking at me expressionlessly.

A ridiculous appearance that could make even someone of the same gender fall for her.

The woman calmly looked at me and opened her mouth.

"Smell."

"...?"

Yoo Eunchae had a blank expression.

Could it be that her body smelled?

No, that shouldn't be it. Perhaps it's her trait of smelling talent or something…

"I smell it. The scent of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor."

"..."

He opened his mouth with a dazed expression.

He knew about the woman in front of him. Yet Yoo Eunchae couldn't recall immediately.

Because.

'Heavenly Demon.'

Though she didn't appear often, she was popular with people of all ages and genders.

And those who faced her all said the same thing.

Mysterious Power.

An incomprehensible transcendental being.

An unfathomable entity capable of standing against the Demon King alone.

A woman possessing extraordinary strength even among transcendents.

However.

When the boundaries blurred and all transcendents scattered.

She didn't move actively.

She seemed to stay put, solely for the sake of the Ming Cult.

That's why even the Demon Kings didn't touch the Ming Cult.

Because she was a noble being who wouldn't appear unless provoked.

'A key element that must be strategized to clear.'

However.

Yoo Eunchae couldn't speak.

The protagonist, seeing the Heavenly Demon for the first time, said.

[It's hollow.]

She was a woman fitting of those words.

She showed interest in nothing. Even protecting the Ming Cult was merely out of habit.

There was little in the mortal world that intrigued her.

And when something did catch her interest, she'd grant one or two martial arts, claiming it was amusing.

To follow the Ming Cult route, one had to inevitably pique her interest.

However, the woman before her, the Heavenly Demon, was not such an existence.

Madness.

An abnormal emotion was felt. An obsession directed at someone, accumulated, compressed, and overwhelmingly sticky.

Such emotions were felt.

Thus, she couldn't associate her with the Heavenly Demon.

Above all, the woman, said to be hollow, couldn't possibly harbor such clinging and sticky emotions.

"It smells. It's that guy's scent."

"Wh-what is that...?"

"There are strange fiery techniques and dark techniques that guy possesses. Did he take them as disciples?"

"...."

Yoo Eun-chae couldn't speak.

Fiery techniques. And dark techniques. What that meant was obvious.

Moon Palace Ice Stream and Revolving Flame.

"You haven't mastered the Path of the Heavenly Flight Technique, have you? Yeah, it's like a mark that he and I created. You probably can't master it easily."

With a very satisfied smile, the Heavenly Demon stared to one side.

"More importantly, there is something I want to ask."

"Yes, yes? W-what is it?"

"That man over there."

The Heavenly Demon pointed a finger.

There, Han Seo-jin could be seen. And next to him was Shin Yoo-ra.

It looked like he was teaching them something.

"Who is that girl?"

"...."

Yoo Eun-chae couldn't say anything.

She had to say something.

But the look in her eyes…

Eyes that seemed to absorb everything, like an abyss.

Because of that, no words could be spoken.

"Well, it doesn't matter."

The Heavenly Demon laughed.

With a voice full of madness, yet also filled with excitement.

"Since I will make it so that you can no longer go anywhere."