A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy - Chapter 442



441 – Uninvited Guest (3)

The identity of this world can be said to be ‘color’.

In mythology, a beautiful rainbow appeared at the birth of the world, and the colors contained within the rainbow became the standard.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and finally purple. These are the colors that sustain the world and existence.

And the magical power that each life contains. This magical power gives meaning to existence and gives color to each existence.

Starting from the lowest red, up to the blue that the current human race possesses. Occasionally, a blue human race also appears.

However, ‘purple’ is not a color that can be reached through effort. It is safe to say that purple is the color that ‘fate’ occupies.

A color that only beings who can be called gods can have, and a color that they obtain at birth.

Just as the gap between navy and blue is like the difference between heaven and earth, the gap between navy and purple is like the difference between heaven and earth.

If blue refers to the ‘sky’, purple refers to something much higher, the ‘universe’ itself.

For this reason, purple is rarely engraved on the body of a very frail creature. The body cannot endure it.

However, as you can see from the word ‘almost’, sometimes purple creatures appear in the world.

There are variables everywhere in the world. There are no perfect rules in this world, and ‘mutations’ are born every now and then.

Luna’s teacher and ‘Warrior’ is a representative case. He once won a battle with a demon and turned purple.

And in the East, more precisely in the Huan Empire, there is another purple living being that reigns as a living god.

The universe of all mines and the god itself, who goes beyond ascending to the sky and crushes it.

“It’s delicious. What was the name of this tea?”

“······Coffee.”

A purple creature and mutant of the world, Cheonma, along with the warrior.

There is a pretty woman sitting across from me, leisurely drinking the coffee I gave her.

“Coffee. I remember drinking it. It tastes different than before, though.”

“··· ···”

I stared blankly at the woman, Cheonma, who had suddenly entered the house. On the outside, she had an innocent image.

With her hair tinged with a subtle purple hue and an overall sharp impression, she exudes a nobility and charisma that cannot be hidden.

It feels similar to Dan Ye-rin, who shows off her dignity as a princess, but also different. If Dan Ye-rin feels like she is embracing me, then the woman in front of her seems to be suppressing me.

‘Why on earth did you come here?’

More than that, I couldn’t help but wonder why this woman came to me. Cheonma was an overwhelmingly strong being in terms of ‘strength’.

The Cheonma Singyo is a group that was born as a strong being and ‘worshipped’ that strength. It is a group that worships her, who is literally a heavenly demon.

The power of the Heavenly Horse is so strong that it is not even worthy of the expression purple. With just one gesture, it can treat people like flies.

Besides, you never know what he might do because of his rather capricious nature. Didn’t Lize say that before?

The warrior is a person who hates to suffer losses, while the horse is a kind of hedonist who pursues excitement.

If I speak well every word, my neck will remain. Above all······

‘You can see into the hearts of all living things.’

Like a warrior, he can see things that others cannot. In the case of Cheonma, it is the inner thoughts of all living things, including humans.

When someone insults or makes fun of you? I usually just explode their head in retribution.

You could call it a rumor, but it’s a higher level of compatibility than that. Gung-ye is close to nonsense, but Cheon-ma is real.

So, I have to be careful with every word I say······

“That’s strange.”

“What is it?”

“I feel like I’ve met you somewhere… Where did we meet?”

Strangely enough, Cheonma showed great interest in me. It was something I could not understand at all.

Even in Soul World, meeting the Heavenly Demon is more of an ‘event’. It’s a very rare event, a mutation of the world.

Clearing this event will give you a huge advantage in the fight against the demons that will come later. However, the process is incredibly difficult.

Anyway, I tilted my head after hearing Cheonma’s words. I’ve never met Cheonma before.

“We’ve never met before.”

“No. We’ve definitely met. That’s what she thinks.”

“··· ···”

The thought that she was crazy crossed my mind, but I managed to suppress it. If I continued like that, my head would fly off.

It was literally a lie, but since it was Cheonma’s words and no one else’s, even I couldn’t help but tilt my head.

What kind of being is purple? Isn’t it a being that can look beyond the sky and the universe, and even reverse the flow of time?

For now, I think we should continue the conversation. I prayed that no one would come in the middle.

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“This is my first time seeing this.”

“This is my first time too. At least for now.”

“··· ···”

It was a very meaningful answer. Cheonma answered like that and drank his coffee proudly.

Looking at her soft smile, I had a strong feeling that she knew something. Instead, it didn’t seem like she would tell me.

“Let’s get into the story. First, I will grant you the honor of telling me your name.”

“··· ···”

“Ignoring your own words. How funny.”

“yes?”

I blinked. Surely he wasn’t asking me to tell him my name or anything?

As if my prediction was correct, Cheonma smiled deeply. It was a smile that made me feel fierce just by looking at it.

Thanks to that, I realized it was a question. If you’re going to ask a question, ask it like a question or why are you saying something like that?

‘······Is it rather natural?’

Cheonma is a being that has been worshipped since childhood. Even the way he speaks is bound to be filled with arrogance.

Not only do they truly think of themselves as ‘gods’, but they actually have powers comparable to gods.

“You want me to tell you my name······, right?”

“Don’t make me say it three times.”

“Shivar. It’s Shivar.”

“Shibara······”

Cheonma rested his chin on his hand and spoke with a soft smile.

“Is that your real name?”

“··· ···”

“It looks like your real name is correct.”

My name······I don’t know if it includes the name I had when I lived on Earth.

By the way, Cheonma has no name. From the past to the present, it has only been called ‘Cheonma’, so it has no name.

Moreover, the concept of a name she thinks of is this: something given by an equal or superior being.

Cheonma maintained the title because there was no such being in the world.

‘There are other purples, but······’

Demons, including God, tend to dislike her. As I said before, life taking on the color purple is a mutation.

Don’t approach them recklessly because you’ll end up in a lot of trouble.

Warrior? You probably wouldn’t want to get close to the warrior, even if it’s because of his sociopathic personality.

“The believer told me that you have a very interesting power.”

“Fun power?”

“Something like this.”

-Dismissed!

The Heavenly Horse stretched out his delicate hand and caused a lightning bolt. A lightning bolt that glowed purple.

Lightning is a symbol of the gulag, or heaven, and is an ability that only those with deep faith can use.

She’s practically a ‘god’, reaching purple, so using lightning wouldn’t be a big deal.

I looked at the purple lightning bolts and took a look because I thought I knew what she wanted.

“······Lightning?”

“I heard you can use red lightning.”

“If you show me?”

“What do you want from me?”

-Creepy!

Cheonma smiled brightly at my question. At the same time, a creepy sensation spread throughout his body.

It’s like being a mouse in front of a giant cat. It’s the feeling I had when I lived in the Forest of Chaos.

The wild instincts have sounded the alarm bell for life for the first time in a long time. If you ask any more questions, your life could be in danger.

“······I’ll show you.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I did as she asked, by extending my hand and releasing a red lightning bolt.

It was quite a sight to see purple and red lightning flashing in each hand. The colors were contrasting, and even polar opposites.

Cheonma smiled with satisfaction as he watched the red lightning flashing in my hand. It seemed that his interest had been somewhat relieved.

“Then show me your magic.”

“If it’s magic······”

“I want to check if that magic is red too.”

“··· ···”

“You don’t like it?”

I don’t want to. Of course I have to show you. I swallowed my tears inside.

The monster in front of you is a thousand-horse monster that even Lord and Reize cannot achieve victory.

Lize is a great demon battle base, and shows off her blue-like power against ordinary life.

It is a consolation that it is stronger than Lord, but even so, it is meaningless in front of Cheonma.

“······Cheonma······ Sir?”

“Speak.”

“that······”

I shouldn’t tell anyone else this. I wanted to say it, but my mouth wouldn’t open easily.

‘Please don’t tell anyone else. Is this okay?’

Instead, since she was the one who could read my inner thoughts, wouldn’t this be okay? I slowly looked around.

But Cheonma just smiled his usual arrogant smile and didn’t say anything. He was just enjoying my reaction.

Are you pretending not to know on purpose? Given Cheonma’s personality, it’s half-certain.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“I told you······”

“You said it even though I didn’t say it with my mouth… Are you asking me to read your mind?”

Yes, that’s right. You can read my mind anyway.

As he thought about that, Cheonma’s smile grew deeper. His interest seemed to have grown stronger.

It’s really unsettling. What on earth is the reason for that smile?

“It’s amazing. It’s really amazing.”

“What, what is it?”

“This is the first time I’ve met you. But you talk as if you know me well.”

“That’s······”

I was about to reply that you already read my mind anyway.

“I can’t read your mind.”

“yes?”

“It’s really strange. You can’t read minds. That makes it all the more interesting.”

“··· ···”

“What are you doing? Why don’t you show me your magic?”

Something is seriously wrong. As that thought occurred to him, Cheonma urged him again.

There is a firm and unwavering line in Cheonma. It is a line that is easy to keep, but also difficult.

The moment you say the same thing three times, Cheonma will take your life.

As soon as that thought occurred to me, I shook off my confusion and carefully concentrated my magical power.

Soon, red magic began to gather at the tips of my fingers. It was a magic that had a vivid red color.

“Hoo······”

Cheonma gasped as she saw my red magic. Curiosity was engraved on her expression, next to interest.

I wonder what will come out of that mouth. And what does it mean that he can’t read my mind?

In a situation that was completely incomprehensible, Cheonma opened his mouth while still holding his chin.

“The purple that is higher than the sky, and the red that is the lowest of the low… It’s amazing. Isn’t it?”

“······A little bit.”

“Your existence is alien, as is my own. You have been endowed with powers that are separate from the world since birth. This is where my interest arises.”

The next words of Cheonma were:

“What kind of being would be born from mixing those two colors?”

“······Who?”

“Aren’t you curious? I’m interested in this woman.”

As a man, it gave me the creeps.