Academy Assassination Genius

heart beating wildly.

Cold sweat drenched the whole body.

Breathing up to the tip of your chin.

body trembling slightly.

“Kang Min-hyuk is crazy. Not another skill, use that skill?”

The last technique Kang Min-hyeok used before running away.

I know what that technique is.

‘The most powerful martial art possessed by the main character, ＜Honwon Singong＞.’

It is the last martial arts left by Gwangma.

Even after hundreds of years of training, he was able to master only half of his martial arts skills.

Through the use of fists, I was able to infer the technique Kang Min-hyuk used.

There was only one technology that met that condition.

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Not only what it touches with the fist, but also everything in a straight line that the fist is swinging returns to nothingness and annihilates it.

It is one of the main character’s main skills that he uses even in the later part of the novel.

‘Would you like to use the Five Elements Spiritual Art, suddenly the Honwon Spiritual Art? How quickly it was used than the original.’

It wasn’t until the middle of the novel that the main character used the Honyuan Singong in real combat.

Since it is not enough to say that it is powerful, it is a skill that must be given the modifier absurd.

This is because Hon-Won Singong is not a skill that the current protagonist can overuse.

‘A skill that consumes a lot of internal air, incomparable to the empty space. He must have consumed most of his energy with the previous blow.’

It may not have stopped simply consuming internal energy, and it may have suffered internal injuries.

Apparently, there must have been a monologue in the novel in which Kang Min-hyeok vowed not to use it until he reached the stage of a hwagyeong himself.

Why did Kang Min-hyeok break that promise and start the Hon-Won Singong… .

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My head started to hurt.

It’s not because I have a lot of thoughts.

This is because the two hundred million abilities that Maegu suppressed began to affect me again.

I asked Magoo.

“Can’t you do it one more time like you did before?”

[It’s hard right now because I’m tired. Unlike the vivid young ones, the original daughter is, as some say, an old woman who has been eaten for thousands of years.]

Did you hear that sound?

Although there are ways to get help by catering to everyone.

In fact, Maegoo probably doesn’t have that much left.

Until I managed to escape, I managed to hold on without being exhausted.

At best, the only thing that could be done was to open the first door, and the remaining mana was not much.

‘Following the opening of the 4th gate, the jackdaw poem was used overlapping. It deserves it.’

During the fight with Kang Min-hyuk, Mae-gu took mana to use hallucination, but the amount taken was less than before.

He probably didn’t get all the power he needed for the hallucination from me, and he used some of his own.

If I had covered all the mana needed for hallucinations, I would have run out of mana before reaching the dormitory.

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The headache was less than before, perhaps because it was kept in the scabbard.

I threw it in the corner of the room and the distance eased the headache a bit there.

However, I did not think that the mild migraine-like head pain would go away.

“It’s tolerable right now, but if you stay like this for a long time, you’ll get neurosis.”

It is impossible to talk directly with Dueok, a monster sealed in a sword.

It’s not that there’s no way, but I’m reluctant to use it because of the lack of mana.

Since the recovery was successful, I’m thinking of leaving it for a while until the mana recovers.

“Here, I left the remaining talisman I gave to Baek Yu-ri.”

Perhaps, it reminded me of the talisman that Maegoo had left for when he went on a rampage.

Of course, I forgot about it for a while because he obediently obeyed my words without any sign of resistance.

[eww… .]

When she took out the amulet from the corner of the drawer, Mae-gu folded her tail and curled up with her front paws covering her eyes.

It’s as if it’s disgusting to even look at.

“Will this work?”

For now, just pass today, and if you feel that the amulet is not enough, you can return the amulet you gave to Baek Yu-ri as a gift.

I want to know what kind of symbol is giving and then taking away.

It’s not something that can be easily obtained, as long as this urethra is here.

Because the amulet is no longer useful to Baek Yu-ri.

It is right for those who need it to use it.

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With the amulet in hand, the headache started to get worse as I approached the yodo doo-eok, which had been thrown in the corner of the room.

It seems to be making a final push.

I’m not the kind of person who would just give in to a headache.

[Cuts out the emotion.]

And the mindset of the blade is invincible, and I am Hanzo.

I grabbed the head with one hand and applied the amulet with the other.

“It’s also expensive.”

With the blade in the scabbard, the talisman was attached.

The headache disappeared as if washed away.

There’s a crackling sound, but it should last for a night or so.

“Then, good night.”

What I did with this is the solution.

I washed myself lightly and lay down on the bed.

Why was an unknown male student, not Baek Yu-ri, obsessed with the urethra?

Who, and for what reason, did this?

I fell into a deep sleep thinking about it.

* * *

next day.

As if I wasn’t tired, I went to school, leaving behind Yodo’s crackling sound as he resisted the talisman.

On the way, I headed to the place where the urethra was retrieved the day before.

There were quite a few students around it, so there was no confusion with other places.

“What the hell is this?”

“What do I do to make this happen?”

“Magic? What kind of magic should I use to make these cutting edges… .”

The whispering words of students.

I was also able to confirm the power of Kang Min-hyeok’s final wrestling wish, albeit belatedly.

[…] I don’t think I can be confident that I can endure it as it is now.]

Everything within a certain range had disappeared.

Asphalt on the road, street lights, trees, grass and soil.

It all disappeared as if it never existed in the first place.

For a while, Maegoo was surprised by the terrifying power.

As if he had remembered something, he climbed onto my shoulder and pricked his ears.

[Surely, seeing your actions now, didn’t they call ‘the criminal returns to the scene of the crime’?]

‘Who is the culprit?’

However, it is also true that there is a corner that is stabbed by Maegu’s words.

I have to play a mystery drama and go, and only useless common sense is increasing.

From now on, I’ll have to play even a normal, dead-end romance drama and come out.

Right next to the devastation Kang Min-hyuk created, I saw a plaque that read “Student Council” and no entry, so I went there.

‘It looks like the student council president did the cleanup.’

The student council president, Selena, whom Kang Min-hyeok met by chance while taking a walk at night.

Perhaps, after I ran away, he arrived here and immediately began to deal with it.

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Just in case, I collected the sheath and sprinkled the potion on it.

Wouldn’t he have recovered consciousness by now and be in the middle of receiving an ejaculation in the recovery room?

‘I wonder if I can hear the contents of the ejaculation hearing on the side of Baek Yu-ri later.’

First of all, I am also a member of the student council.

Although the purpose of joining the student council is to check the background.

As much as I was obsessed with the urethra, I didn’t think I would remember it properly.

He wouldn’t be the original owner of Yodo.

It would be nice to know where you got it, or who you got it from.

Indeed, how much do you remember?

“Hey, Hanzo.”

in front of the classroom.

Right before I opened the door, a female student called my name from behind.

I removed my hand from the doorknob I had placed on it and checked her face.

“Why, Han So-yul?”

As her chestnut-colored bobbed hair swayed, the strong scent of herbs wafted out.

As usual, it seems that he studied all night.

“What did you do yesterday?”

Han So-yul’s words were not about me.

He spoke to me in a confident tone.

And although I could have guessed that such assurance wouldn’t be a good direction for me.

I decided to take off Shichimi.

“As always, Namgungik and Shinsung. After training with the kids, I slept in the dormitory.”

Well, I followed Kang Min-hyuk in the middle, and I fought with a student possessed by the urethra and stole the urethra.

Although there were times when he managed to escape from Kang Min-hyuk, who ran right after that.

There was no reason to tell Han So-yul about such trivial things.

However, Han So-yul nodded lightly, as if he knew I would say that, and then continued.

“I’m usually the type of person who doesn’t sleep at night.”

That I fought with a senpai possessed by the urethra. And, there is no way I’ve seen him fight with Kang Min-hyuk.

A bar that is quite sensitive to the gaze of others and is proud of it.

There were no people around, not even a single gaze from afar.

I am the only one who knows what happened there.

[Doesn’t the original woman include it?]

‘I told you I was a person. Person.’

As always, monsters are an exception.

Apart from my conviction, Han So-yul was also certain of something.

The reason for that certainty will soon become apparent.

“Recently, I have a new hobby of working all night and taking walks in the early morning.”

Han So-yul in the original work did not have a positive hobby of taking a morning walk.

Unlike the original work, it must have been the butterfly effect caused by her teacher Eleanor not cooperating with the vampire because of her.

Of course, whether the new hobby would be positive for me was another story.

“I was quite surprised while taking a walk. The road that was a walking course was a mess. Seniors from the student council came out early in the morning to organize things.”

“therefore?”

“Somehow, it smelled familiar there.”

“Familiar smell… ?”

My throat is dry.

Will the criminal feel like this when he stands in front of the great detective?

The pupils were fixed without shaking so that the agitation would not be revealed on the face, and the facial muscles were stiffened.

Will the criminal feel like this when he stands in front of the great detective?

First of all, no matter what Han So-yul says, he has no choice but to keep his poker face.

“I thought about what it smelled like. It smelled like a recovery potion.”

“It’s a recovery potion, it’s something I use often.”

“But you know what? Each person who makes the potion has a slightly different recipe, so sensitive people can tell who made it just by smelling it.”

“… … .”

I couldn’t say anything at Han So-yul’s words.

Was this the reason you were so sure?

If there is a lesson I can learn from this incident, it will be this.

-Good deeds do not necessarily return good intentions.

Using the potion on a student who passed out after having her urethra stolen was done out of pure goodwill.

It is only used in novels.

I thought it was all the same potion.

The fact that there are people who can tell them apart just by smelling them is something that doesn’t even appear in novels.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

However, what Han So-yul possesses is not material evidence, but only psychological evidence.

Of course, as long as she grabbed me and asked me, the smell of the potion left at the crime scene would have been proof of her conviction.

This is because Han So-yul is a genius with a natural talent for alchemy.

Unless you’re an alchemist with some decent talent, you can’t tell the potion by smell.

“Don’t worry, I have no intention of telling anyone else.”

Han So-yul passed me and held on to the door of the classroom as he said that.

“I’m not so shameless as to accuse the saver of my life. There seems to be something going on there.”

She opened the door and entered the classroom.

I looked at the back of detective Han So-yul for a while.

I stopped for a moment and felt another student’s footsteps approaching, so I entered the classroom too.

And I sat down, checking the face of Han So-yul, who had an expression that he didn’t know anything.