Hidden Sanity at Villain School - Chapter 52



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(052)

Haejun Sang continued his explanation while showing detailed information.

The results of an examination of Sega’s blood that came out of his body showed that the magical power concentration in his blood had almost doubled because it had absorbed the magical power of the surrounding area in addition to the magical power originally contained in his blood.

Since the blood was not releasing magical power as it flowed out, but rather absorbing magical power, it was natural that no explosion, collapse, or acceleration occurred.

“It will require further research to determine whether you originally received only 50% of the magical power and then filled up to 100%, or whether 100% was excited and increased to 200%. However, either way, it is a special phenomenon that has never been reported to the paranormal community before.”

“That’s strange. I have that kind of blood.”

Sega listened to what he had to say and then asked about the part he was most curious about.

“So how can we utilize this trait in battle?”

Haejun Sang paused for a moment and smiled bitterly.

“Your head is full of thoughts about the duel evaluation.”

“sorry.”

I don’t know why, but I felt like I had to apologize, so I bowed my head.

“No, that’s right. You have to get through today to have tomorrow. I’ve thought deeply about that part too. I’m a scholar, but I’m also a hunter.”

Haejun Sang shook his head and turned on some other material.

“The first is blood thirst. The second is sucking.”

“If it’s blood thirst, is it the technique that Iljinrim used today?”

“Yeah. The teaching assistant texted me about it. He’s a very talented kid.”

“I also benefited greatly from Jinrim’s comprehensive hunting studies performance evaluation.”

“Yes. If you utilize this blood trait, you will be able to use blood thirst as much as that child. Blood thirst, um. Excuse me for a moment.”

He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them, drawing up his magical power.

Saaaaah-!

It seemed as if red veins were rising on Haejunsang’s eyes, and Sega felt goosebumps all over his body.

“Ugh.”

My body was frozen and I couldn’t move.

Thump thump!

My heart was pounding like it was going to burst.

I felt dizzy, my blood boiling, and my eyes were spinning.

“I’m sorry. Are you surprised?”

Haejun Sang withdrew his magical power in an instant.

“This is called blood thirst. It is the ability to exert control over blood to strengthen yourself and attack your opponents. If you become proficient, you can even blow up people or demons with a single wave of your hand. There was even a time when I blew up a huge demon entirely like a diffusion-type magic bullet and blew up an entire area.”

“That’s amazing.”

“If you try hard, you can develop it into a water-type ability. Water-type magicians are said to be inferior to blood-type magicians in terms of lineage.”

Sega asked, still feeling goosebumps.

“Then what kind of technique is absorption?”

His expression was a mixture of excitement, fear, and thrill.

‘I am that guy. You are a natural after all.’

Haejun Sang opened his mouth, feeling as if he had been struck by a bloody madness.

“This is the technology.”

He cut his index finger with his thumbnail to draw blood, and then took a deep breath.

Sega saw the magical power of the area swirling blue and gathering into Haejunsang’s body.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Just as water flows from high places to low places, Haejun Sang absorbed the magical power of the area.

‘oh my god.’

He said it with an expression on his face as if he had just finished a satisfying meal.

“It’s good for replenishing my magical power, and it can also release other hunters’ binding attacks. If you use this later on, it will be easy to escape when you’re caught by an earth, water, or blood type technique.”

Sega felt both astonishment and admiration.

If I could just learn that, I wouldn’t have to worry about the consumption of sword energy.

Haejun Sang said with a smile.

“Since your blood doesn’t explode, it will be difficult for you to fight using only bloodletting techniques until you learn blood thirst. So I want to teach you techniques like horse sucking. You will become the symbol of the third generation.”

“Thank you. I hope so.”

“Sega. Do you want to learn bloodletting?”

Sega nodded with shining eyes.

“Yes! I want to learn!”

* * *

Haejun Sang first taught me how to put a little black ink around my thumbnail and then draw the tip of my index finger.

Then he made his blood into a mist and let it float in the air, and had Sega hold his wounded part to the blood mist.

“Take a breath. Just as you are sucking up the magic power within this Shinseoul magic vaporization field, you are using that wound to let your blood suck up the magic power.”

“Do you feel the pull? You should feel a sensation like a magnet or a hook pulling you. If my blood mist disperses, it means success.”

“Once you succeed, now take your finger out of the blood mist and try again. So that you can succeed from further and further away.”

Sega concentrated as if he could see nothing else.

For a moment, his normally confident face became extremely serious.

“Okay!”

He succeeded in dispelling Haejunsang’s blood mist on his fifth attempt, and smiled confidently again.

Because Haejun Sang’s magic power was sucked out, the blood fog that was maintained by his magic power was disrupted.

“Okay. Now, while maintaining that feeling, try doing it from a little distance away.”

Haejun Sang said while controlling his expression.

‘What a transcendent talent. I never thought there would be a student like this in the world.’

In fact, he thought it would be great if Sega could just feel the pull today.

Since it was important to train the power of magic itself, the blood mist was deliberately gathered much more tightly than usual.

‘Even a third-year major would be amazed by this achievement.’

I never thought it would get messed up in the first place.

“Professor! This is also okay.”

While he was lost in such thoughts, Sega shouted once more.

From more than 10cm away, a mist of blood was being sucked into Sega’s fingers.

The magical power contained in the fog was absorbed by Sega, and the small drops of blood that made up the fog fell to the ground.

Haejun Sang inwardly stuck out his tongue and made a slight gesture to double the cohesion of the blood mist.

“You seem twice as strong as when I studied your blood. Have you had any great awakenings or accomplishments recently?”

Sega pretended to think for a moment and then answered.

“I feel like I learned a lot during the Minotaur hunt and mission evaluation.”

It seems that the magic stone of the sea monster was of great help.

“I want to draw blood again. If you’ve changed to this extent, you might have awakened additional special abilities.”

Haejunsang smiled vaguely, not knowing whether he knew it or not.

Jeong Se-ga answered with a confident smile.

“Thank you, sir.”

And then I focused on the blood mist again.

Haejun Sang thought as he watched Sega sweating and trying to clear the fog he had created.

‘Even so, now I understand why you acted like that.’

Jeong Se-ga was a genius.

He was a genius who learned more than what was taught and had the joy of teaching.

Students who were guaranteed success in life by saying that they had a certain percentage chance of becoming an S-class mostly showed an extremely calculating attitude in all classes.

He placed a lot of importance on his own reputation, but he also believed in his talent and was very easygoing.

The situation was different.

There was something more to him than mere desperation.

I felt like I was dying to learn this, because I enjoyed learning new skills.

“Professor, this.”

Jeong Se-ga called him urgently.

Every vein from his left index finger to his elbow stood on end and glowed brilliantly with the blue color of magical power.

It was a mysterious and bizarre sight.

“Take a deep breath. It’s called overload. You’re concentrating too much and absorbing too much magic.”

Haejun Sang calmly helped Sega avoid falling into a magic rampage.

‘You’re driving me crazy.’

Although Sega did not know this, there were only a handful of Blood Magicians who could use Absorption to the point of causing overload.

In the first place, absorption was not a technique to fill 0% back to 100%, but rather a technique to fill 30% to about 50% to 70%.

It was a technique to take a deep breath in a hurry, and it wasn’t something that was completely prepared.

‘That’s what I taught you, but you made me out to be a liar. I can’t give up on you now.’

Haejun Sang took out a small 250mm bottle of wine from his desk drawer.

“I’ll take it with me when I go back.”

Inside the translucent glass bottle, a luxurious, lustrous, dark red liquid was gleaming.

“What is this?”

Even just looking at it, I could feel an extraordinary magical power.

“It’s similar to firewood in pyromancy. It makes it easier to manipulate blood with magic. In blood magic, it’s called blood-making wine. It’s made using the byproducts of vampire-type demons. Drink it all when you’re alone.”

Sega also thought that this would be worth between several million and ten million won and accepted it with great care.

I had seen similarly priced bottles of wine at the store, so I thought this was it.

“Thank you, Professor.”

But there was something that Sega didn’t know.

Unlike the mass-produced ‘firewood’ or ‘battery’, the blood-forming strains of the blood-forming technique were internally classified into grades.

The blood-generating drink that Haejunsang had just given was a masterpiece made entirely from the high-ranking vampire that Haejunsang had personally defeated.

If you were to put a price on it, it would cost tens of millions of won per glass, even for a small glass of whiskey.

* * *

‘I somehow managed to get through the bloodletting technique. It must have been quite fun, wasn’t it?’

tuesday.

Sega entered the Kenki Kenjutsu class with a sense of relief and accomplishment.

I woke up yesterday after drinking the blood-forming wine and was able to breathe much more comfortably.

The force of gravity pulling me in like a hook was felt several times more clearly.

“Yeah! You came back after completing that damn mission evaluation! It’s so satisfying to see all your limbs still attached.”

Today again, the swordsman greeted me with a rag in his mouth.

“Kang Joo-hyuk. Baek Sang-eon. Kim Min-seo. And Jeong Se-ga! You kept your promise to me! Very good.”

He waved his hand at Sega with a bright smile, and Gyeom smiled bitterly and muttered.

“Wow. Look at the favoritism.”

Today, too, most of the students sat cross-legged in the middle of the sword practice group, closing their eyes and concentrating for two and a half hours.

It was understandable that complaints would arise, but no one gave up because at least one person in each class actually made a colorful sword.

“Today, I will teach you personally. It will be a valuable lesson, so listen carefully. Ah. Before that, there are three friends who will join the Sword Skills Team. Now. Introduce yourselves!”

Two of them were students who realized their true colors during their mission evaluation, and surprisingly, one of them was Joo Da-hyun, who had been sent down to the general weaponry group for the first time.

“Why! What? Do you have any complaints?”

She used the formless sword, a telekinesis technique, by adding it to her sword and using it like a sword energy.

Although he himself had no interest in physical swordsmanship classes, the swordsmanship master, who was a cutting-type telekinesis user, forced him to take them.

Lee Gyeom, Iljinrim, and Choi Seonmi looked at him with envy, and most of the students looked at them with jealousy and anger.

“Fuck. I knew that, but the real magic stone tycoon has no rules or anything.”

“If you’re going to do whatever you want like that, why did you come to school?”

“You’re not a bodyguard, but you still want to use a sword.”

Whether or not, the swordsman did not explain, and Joo Da-hyun did not clarify.

The swordsman began the lesson with a frivolous smile.

“Okay. Today, you student knights will learn a technique called heavy breaking.”

He pulled the Dragon Bone Blade from his waist and raised it, wrapped in blue aura.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Professor.”

One of the instructors blocked his path with a darker aura, and the swordsman slashed his sword at the instructor.

Paaaaaaaah-!

The moment the sword fell, the sword energy expanded and contracted as if a heart was beating, creating a powerful shock wave.

bang!

The assistant fell to the floor with his buttocks down, dropping his sword.

The swordsman used his psychic skills to establish an assistant and then spoke to the student knights.

“Did you see that? Think of it as pushing the sword energy away from the sword. It’s like using the shock wave to crush the opponent and cut them hard. Practice now. You’ll take the test in two hours.”

“yes?”

The student knights all ran towards the practice targets in shock.