Academy’s Gumiho is a Magic Genius - Chapter 311



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Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius Episode 311

Warmer than expected (1)

Seungwoo blankly looked up at the sky.

There was no distinction between sky and earth in the colorless world, but somehow it seemed to have become brighter than before.

Even if it is achromatic, there is a distinction.

Last time it was completely covered in black, but now it was a world that was almost infinitely gray.

“Is your image starting to completely fall apart?”

I don’t think so.

Seungwoo decided to look around the room carefully.

Well, it wasn’t really that great, but there were definitely areas where there was a big difference, especially areas that Seungwoo kept hidden.

“When did the mountain disappear?”

An area where mountains and seas flow.

Originally, Mt. Taishan should have stood tall here.

Of course, it was not an ordinary mountain, as it was a mountain in the imagination.

‘There is no time limit.’

Corpse Mountain. A mountain of corpses.

The deaths of my comrades who had protected my back, my loved ones, and the monsters I had killed so far were projected onto a single spot in my heart, and there was a mountain so tall that it seemed as if it would pierce the sky.

Instead.

‘… … Mindungsan? Why is it here?’

There was a treeless mountain in that place.

Just because it’s called Sisan doesn’t mean it’s a real mountain.

It’s just a metaphor for the piled up corpses that look like mountains.

But suddenly, Mt. Sisan, which was as big as Mt. Taesan, turned into a mere hill. No matter how free-spirited the mind is, it was not something that could change so easily.

‘It’s not for nothing that treating mental illness is difficult.’

The mountain of corpses was like a wedge.

The weight of his colleagues that Seungwoo has been carrying until now.

The weight of life against those who have killed.

Those things came together and were deeply embedded like a wedge, and that was what made up the mountain.

‘I don’t know what the hell is going on.’

Seungwoo shook his head and looked away.

“……The mountains are mountains, but I never thought the sea would end up like this.”

Knock knock.

Water flowed from the long peaks along the ridge.

It’s quite different from the valley.

Unlike the water in the valley, this liquid originally came out from the mountain itself.

The liquid flowed endlessly, filling the bottom of the mountain.

‘If there is a poem, bloodshed will follow.’

Sea of ​​blood.

It was only natural that when corpses piled up like a mountain, blood would form rivers, and even drops of blood would form an ocean.

In this area of ​​the mind, there was a sea that was paired with a mountain.

But it’s not there now.

By the same logic as Mindungsan, something else replaced the sea.

“River stream?”

The sea is no longer vast.

The vast sea was dry, as if a drought had struck.

The color was very cloudy, but it was closer to water than blood.

Seriously, why is this happening?

‘Is it because I haven’t killed much lately?’

Certainly, compared to the past, there are far fewer cases of people getting blood on their hands.

But that had nothing to do with erasing the traces engraved deep in my mind.

The mind is a place where the heart is revealed without hiding anything.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Both of them were mentally exhausted and were clearly proving that they were gradually falling apart.

No matter how hard I tried, my damaged mind and emotions did not return.

But what the heck is this?

Why is it changing now?

I don’t understand English.

“What kind of meaning should I give to this?”

Seungwoo is not a psychologist.

By drawing trees, drawing people, and drawing houses.

He wasn’t well-versed in the psychology and spirituality of the person to the extent that he could discern something about them. Seungwoo’s best option was to simply evaluate them subjectively.

‘Certainly everything that catches the eye has become milder than before.’

A colorless world.

A bare mountain without a single tree or blade of grass

A river so short that you can’t even hear the sound of it flowing.

The world that combines these is… …strictly speaking, it is ominous.

There is nothing positive.

But it is true that it is much better than before.

‘It was definitely… … before.’

Seungwoo recalled the past.

If I recall the image of myself I had seen before, yes.

The sky was pitch black and I couldn’t see an inch ahead.

In some cases, the night sky was covered in an ominous and dreary crimson sky, as if blood had been sprinkled across it.

A long ridge formed from the largest mountain made of corpses, and eventually became a mountain range made of corpses.

The blood flowing down from the mountain range pooled on the ground and became the sea.

Because there were so many corpses, the blood never dried.

Rather than drying out, it was piling up in waves, so its scale was like that of Mt. Taishan, reminiscent of the great ocean.

‘It was a very worn-out image.’

It doesn’t even feel lively.

If someone were to peek into your imagination.

If you don’t tell me, I won’t believe that the scene before my eyes is the mind of a living being.

That makes sense.

Even the world after destruction wouldn’t be this ugly.

It was such a cruel and terrible world.

‘It’s much better than that.’

The world with the bare mountains and the colorless sky.

If you compare a world with a few corpses floating on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the former would obviously be much more pleasant and refreshing.

Seungwoo also prefers the former.

It was a good change though.

I don’t know why it got better at this time of all times.

“Was there a reason why the scenery in your mind improved?”

Even after the war ended and the swords were put down, the savagery in my mind showed no sign of improving.

Rather, the image itself was damaged and about to collapse.

Shisanhyeolhae. It is moving towards an even more horrible appearance.

In the end, Seungwoo also gave up on his imagination.

No matter how many good things you experience, if your heart is so horribly damaged, then no matter what you do, it will be worse than death.

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It would be much better to just have some rest.

Seungwoo looked at the lifeless scenes in his mind and gave up hope of ever living a better life.

But why of all things?

“Is it only now, with not much time left in my life, that I feel there is room for improvement?”

But my limited life has ended.

Only now, when I wish to die, do I see any signs of improvement.

It’s a strange feeling in many ways.

It’s dizzying and mysteriously strange.

It won’t work.

‘Going a little deeper.’

I’ve been here too long, my head hurts.

Thud thud.

Seungwoo walked far away, leaving the mountains and river behind.

Deeper.

The world came into view as a tangled mess of broken threads. There were no mountains or seas here.

No, there was nothing before that.

There were only traces of damage and scars.

This is the deepest place in Seungwoo’s mind.

This is an area that has been so damaged that its original form can no longer be inferred.

“But it’s still the same here as before.”

Seungwoo thought, looking at the area that was still damaged and neglected.

Yes, the degree of the blood loss can change.

But not here.

Because this area has been around since the very first time we were able to contemplate images.

It was in a broken state the whole time.

“It was like this even when I was young.”

The very first one.

When I was young, before I could master the sword.

Seungwoo, who had reached his own level and was devising his own swordsmanship, observed his own mind for the first time.

In those days, there was neither Mindungsan nor Sisan in my mind.

All that exists is a fervent hope for a better tomorrow.

That hope became a light that brightened up the barren situation.

After that, hope is dashed and the light fades.

It took roughly ten years for the corpses to pile up on the barren land, forming mountains, and for their blood to drip down and form a sea.

10 years. Enough time for the beautiful rivers and mountains to change.

The only scenery that had not changed during that long time was now spread out before Seungwoo.

“Even now I look at it and it feels empty.”

I should have done that.

“This place is like a broken window. I might get stabbed if I keep doing this.”

I reached out and touched the torn part.

It should have felt sharp and hollow through my hand, just as it did when I touched it before.

But there was a sense of resistance in the sensation conveyed through the hand.

It was as if I had pressed down on a net, or rather a spider web, with my hand.

There is some resistance, but it will definitely break if you press hard.

It was just that kind of feeling.

“……Why is this?”

As soon as I touched it, I immediately realized what it was.

It was super easy.

“A Band-Aid? Or a scab?”

The mind is very profound, but it is also simpler than you think, so when something happens, you can sometimes understand the principle more easily than you think.

This is also the case.

The sharp parts, like broken glass, were slowly coming together.

The gap was filled with something, which suggested that the mind was recovering little by little.

“……ah.”

The words came out of Seungwoo’s mouth naturally.

It wasn’t something I said consciously.

It was a phrase that was on my lips the whole time I was looking at Mt. Mindungsan just now.

“Why, now?”

Why now… … are you recovering?

Why is it getting better now?

I honestly couldn’t understand.

The images he had been contemplating to organize his thoughts ended up making Seungwoo even more confused.

My head feels dizzy.

Seungwoo needed some rest right now because his headache was so bad.

At that moment, I was thinking about getting up from my thoughts and going home to rest.

thud!

Something vibrated loudly in my mind.

I turned my head toward the direction of the sound to see what was going on, and there I saw the sky collapsing into a horribly damaged state.

Like a glass window with cracks here and there.

The sky fell, scattering debris everywhere.

“What? Why is it collapsing over there?”

What just collapsed was also an area of ​​the imagination.

The other side is equally empty.

Why is it collapsing again there?

One side is recovering, while the other side is collapsing back to its original state.

A confused feeling passed through Seungwoo’s head.

I tried to analyze the cause, but my extraordinary brain, which usually works well, stopped working today.

No matter how much I think about it, I keep getting stuck in the middle.

As Seungwoo was holding his head like that, a fox floating in the sky was leisurely watching this scene.

─Haha, it looks like your back hurts.

Brown fur and nine tails.

Tamamo, who had taken on the form of a beast rather than a human with fox ears and a tail, looked at the hideous and desolate surroundings and sneered.

─This too must be growing pains that will make you stronger.

For growing pains, the scale is huge.

Even though I’m looking at being in my mid-twenties.

Anyway, if you grow through pain, it’s growing pains.

Isn’t that right?

─If you grow, you experience growing pains, and if you don’t, you die.

Tamamo can sense Seungwoo’s emotions.

Although the emotions are on the surface.

I could only read the shell, and not know the inner thoughts that they were trying to hide, but even just that alone was enough to tell me what was going on inside.

─But since you’re smart, you’ll figure it out right away.

In other words.

She understood everything that was going on in Seungwoo’s mind, but she didn’t feel the need to explain it to him.

Because only when you overcome pain and stand up on your own can you grow.

The ill-tempered fox, who liked to watch others, rested his chin on his short paw and captured a series of moments in his eyes.

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