Hidden Sanity at Villain School - Chapter 77



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(077)

Ina checked various reports on her laptop in her private room inside her lab.

As the vice president of the Shin Seoul Comprehensive Hunting Foundation and a professor in charge of Class 1, her workload was beyond the criminal’s imagination.

The amount that will be equivalent to ‘m’ when stacked on paper.

If she wasn’t a superhuman who could work on just one hour of sleep a week, she would have died from overwork.

Tiring.

At that moment, a notification rang on the messenger program for faculty and staff on campus.

“… … .”

Since I communicated with all my teaching assistants through this program, the notifications themselves were quite common, but the senders were people.

[‘Jang Kwon-se_Professor of Lightning Techniques’ sent the video.]

[‘Jang Kwon-se_Professor of Lightning’ sent a message.]

After thinking for a moment, Ina moved the mouse.

Click.

Among the professors at Shinseoul, Jang Kwon-se was the one closest to common sense.

Unlike most of the first generation Hunters, including Ina, he awakened as an adult, ran an organization before awakening, and was sincere to those he trained.

The attitude of treating Shin Seoul students as an end rather than a means was far from Lee Ina’s path.

Since Jang Kwon-se sent the message first, it must have been something of considerable importance.

The chat window contained a CCTV footage of the lightning class and a short message.

Before reading the message, Leena played the video first.

Students were wearing blindfolds as they practiced bio-radar, electromagnetic echolocation, and obstacles were lined up in front of them.

Twenty people, including Jeong Se-ga, Lee Gyeom, and Choi Seon-mi, injected magical power into their knuckles and emitted electromagnetic waves.

At that moment, a sound that should not have been heard was heard.

Cheeeeeeeing-!

Blue electric sparks shot out from Jeong Se-ga’s white knuckles, and black veins ran down the back of his hands.

thud!

The next moment, a translucent wave centered around him spread out in a sphere and covered the students.

The students who were hit by the wave were frozen solid and couldn’t even move their eyes properly.

Just by watching the video, you could tell how shocked they were.

Students who were more than tens of meters away in a straight line were in the same situation.

I saw Kang Joo-hyuk, who was walking forward, immediately take off his blindfold and clench his teeth.

The assistants ran to Sega and took off his knuckles.

He scolded the students, saying that there was a problem with the output control of the knuckles.

At that point, the video ended, and Lee In-ah read Jang Kwon-se’s message.

[There was nothing wrong with the knuckles. It wasn’t lightning, but electromagnetic waves that hardened the children with their unconscious will.]

[Electromagnetic echolocation is definitely a technique that can affect small demons. But to a fellow hunter, even someone who specializes in lightning, it has a paralyzing effect… It’s been a while since I’ve seen it. It might be the first time in Generation 3.]

[I heard that you went on a mission. The purpose was to instill resentment against the Cheonshinhwa religion and lower the psychological barrier to murder. I have no intention of opposing your educational policy, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to push a genius like that too hard.]

Ina raised her lips and smiled faintly.

As expected, Jang Kwon-se’s path was different from hers.

Ina confirmed the black veins on Sega’s hand and read the phrase that said it contained will several times.

“Good.”

Jang Kwon-se brought evidence that was diametrically opposed to his claims.

If you push her just a little, didn’t she do more than what you wanted?

Outstanding looks, strong ambition, goodness of character, family background, shining talent, an attitude that aims for the sun but acknowledges the shadow.

There wasn’t a single thing that I wasn’t satisfied with.

“Very good.”

There was no reason why one should not be pushed further.

* * *

“Ah. It’s finally today.”

“Ah. I wish today would never come.”

“Ah. It’s a penalty party!”

There was a performance evaluation that made the students of Shinseoul tremble, and it was called ‘Banhaedo’s Fun Telekinesis Performance Evaluation’.

[25 or more salt bombs.

10 or more intangible swords.

The power of the salt bullet is enough to pierce through a person wearing bulletproof vest. (The hunter must be stronger than the gun, right?)

The invisible sword is over 2m long.]

His performance evaluation, which demands harsh conditions from non-majors even from majors, was of unprecedented difficulty even in this notorious new Seoul.

“It’s said that the original first semester performance evaluation was based on power, not quantity!”

Even the moment he entered the psychokinesis classroom, he cried with his head held high.

“Whew.”

Iljinrim, who had given up a long time ago, chewed on a tranquilizer cigarette.

“Where is the tradition in this world? When a new demon appears, do you want to get angry because it doesn’t attack like the original demon? You should have tried harder. Corpse-monger.”

Joo Da-hyun looked at the students around her with sad faces with a look of accusation.

“That’s why you don’t have any friends.”

“Tsk! You, really!”

Sega also looked around with his heart pounding inside.

‘Can you do it?’

Although they succeeded in the lab that night, it was a success that required the use of a brain cat technique in a situation where they were pushed to the limit.

Maintaining the pride of a 78% S-class student in the classroom, in front of the professor, and in front of other students was a completely different story.

“Good morning, everyone.”

Today, Banhaedo, dressed up in a stylish white suit, entered the classroom and greeted us with a voice that was easy on the ears.

You could tell how tired and frustrated the students were by the fact that, unlike usual, there was no cheering.

He smiled brightly regardless, lifted his hair with telekinesis, tied his white hair into a ponytail, and began class.

“As announced last time, today there will be a performance evaluation. I would like each and every one of you to come forward and show me your achievements.”

Screams of sorrow poured out from all over.

He added a sentence, saying, “It’s really good.”

“In order to see your full potential, I will prohibit the use of the brain cat technique. Those who succeed will be gifted with an intermediate magic affinity potion, so please do your best.”

From here and there, the murmurs of sullenness grew louder.

“Intermediate Magic Affinity Potion? Ah. I really want to get it… … but it won’t work.”

“It’s a pie in the sky. It’s a pie in the sky.”

“I just need to make three more!”

Teaching assistants set up several mannequins in bulletproof vests at the front of the classroom and pushed students’ desks back.

“Okay. Then shall we begin?”

Soon, laughter began to flow out from among the students in Class 1.

“Yes, Lee Hanbit. I’ll give you a C+. Nine rounds of Yeomdong Matan should be fine. Good job.”

“Yes. Student Odalmyeon. I’ll give you a D. But even so, isn’t 5 shots too much?”

Students who didn’t normally use telekinesis were literally swept away.

“Student Banjanghwa. 23 shots. That’s too bad. But since you did the best out of all the students who came so far, I’ll give you a B+.”

Even promising prospects with high reputations suffered defeat.

“Student Yoo Sang-ah. This is your first success. Congratulations. This is an A. Please take the intermediate magic affinity potion.”

You need to be a major to get an A.

“Congratulations, Kang Ju-hyeok. 27 shots. You worked really hard. This is an A-. Please take the intermediate magic affinity potion.”

“thank you.”

Kang Joo-hyuk returned to his seat with a haggard face and heavy breathing.

I exerted tremendous mental strength, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

Students from the faction patted him on the back and offered him cold water, and telekinesis specialist Yoo Sang-ah high-fived him.

And then Banhaedo looked at one person.

“What’s the situation like for students?”

* * *

Sega went to the front of the classroom, receiving the attention of the entire class.

‘Let’s calm down.’

I felt like I understood the feelings of a gladiator entering the Colosseum.

I was more nervous than when I fought Yoon Dana.

“You can do it. Trust me. Trust me.”

“Sega, fighting!”

“please.”

Joo Da-hyun spoke arrogantly, Lee Gyeom shouted loudly and received glares from those around him, and Choi Seon-mi sent him an earnest look.

Ten mannequins wearing bulletproof vests stood in the front row.

Sega thought, keeping an eye on all the targets.

‘Three shots each.’

‘With a sense of expanding my territory.’

He consciously pulled down his hand, which was naturally going to rise, and displayed his telekinesis.

Imagine a transparent bullet piercing a mannequin.

The will of the Awakened moves the magical power.

Some wills change nothing, some wills change destiny.

‘Let’s go as far as we can.’

It was unknown whether his will would change anything or alter his fate.

But it was enough to fire thirty rounds of salt-coated bullets.

Pubbuck!

Exactly thirty holes were drilled into the mannequin and the bulletproof vest.

“Well done! Sega!”

“It’s torn!”

“This is truly amazing.”

“That’s S-class!”

Joo Da-hyun and Lee Kyeom shouted, and all the students in Class 1 cheered together.

‘That’s it! That’s it! I knew you could do it.’

Banhaedo clenched his fists under the desk.

He thought he was suppressing his joy the most, but he was mistaken.

‘I did it! I did it! I got it! I thought my heart was going to break out of my ribs. Yes. I survived today. I even received a mid-level magic affinity potion. Even a low-level one was very effective, so how good would the mid-level one be?’

Sega then successfully used the Formless Sword and then received an intermediate magic affinity potion.

“Here it is.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

Banhaedo tried to sneakily give her one more, but was caught by Lahari and received a glare.

Other students also completed their performance assessments.

Sega got an A, Joo Da-hyun got an A+, Lee Kyeom got a C+, and Il Jin-rim and Choi Sun-mi got a C-.

There was still some time left until class ended, so Banhae stood in front of the teacher’s desk and began to talk.

“Everyone worked really hard. Even the students who failed the performance assessment improved by leaps and bounds.”

The students who heard that nodded their heads one by one.

Because the goal was so high, there were many students who failed the performance assessment but increased significantly in number.

“I spoke to other psychotherapy professors and fine-tuned the weighting of the scores for this performance evaluation.”

“!”

No matter how great the first generation was, they couldn’t teach 20 classes by themselves.

Most classes had four to eight professors.

“The grades I gave you are not based on my performance evaluation criteria, but are based on the average evaluation criteria for first-year psychokinesis.”

Since Banhaedo was the world’s top telekinesis master, other telekinesis professors had no choice but to keep an eye on him.

This meant that students who took Banhae’s class would not be disadvantaged by the ‘sharing’ grading of other classes.

“Wow!”

Sighs of relief and exclamations erupted from the students in Class 1.

“I love you! Even though I’m in love with you!”

Banhae, who always heard the same cheers, smiled blandly and glanced at his watch.

“I have some time left, so I’ll tell you an interesting story.”

It was a lie.

Banhaedo thoroughly calculated the performance evaluation time to tell this story.

“As everyone knows, force is mass times velocity. When objects of different weights move with the same force, the heavier one is stronger.”

A soft voice rang out, and the students focused.

“Then which psychokinesis is stronger? Can we measure the power of a pure mass of psychokinesis? Of course, there is a way. Just lift a heavy weight. Then we can know how strong the psychokinesis is currently being displayed.”

It was a strange and mysterious story.

“It’s funny. The mass of telekinesis is created solely by will. But as I said, power requires one more component besides mass: speed. So what makes the speed of telekinesis?”

A few students frowned.

The class president raised his hand.

“Will… isn’t it?”

Banhaedo nodded.

“That’s right! Mass can be created by will, and speed can be created by will. In other words, in telekinesis, mass and speed can be considered as one. Because I create them by processing the same materials as I wish.”

His words continued without pause.

“Increasing mass is difficult. You will remember that increasing numbers this time was incredibly difficult. But what about speed?”

The students felt a suction force as if they were being sucked in.

“In the normal laws of physics, excluding magic power, increasing speed requires increasing power.”

Since an object with increased speed has a greater mass, more force is needed to accelerate the object with greater mass.

“But our mass is made up of will alone. That’s why we can accelerate beyond the normal laws of physics. Even though we increase our mass by increasing our speed, we don’t need any additional force to accelerate. And force is mass times speed.”

Before we knew it, everyone was looking at Banhaedo’s mouth.

“A telekinesis can increase the power of the magic bullet infinitely through endless acceleration. Some students may ask, ‘How far can it accelerate?’”

Banhaedo moved his left ‘hand’ unusually.

Chalk dust swirled and white dots appeared in the air.

The white dot vibrated madly, as if trying to break through something and move forward.

Kugugugugu-!

A single dot could create waves so large that the entire classroom would shake.

Aurora-like light poured out and overflowed from the point.

Sega looked at that point with a sense of fascination.

An enormous amount of blue magic was gathering around the dot and then dispersing brilliantly.

‘awesome.’

Sega instinctively knew that he would never forget this sight.

Banhaedo met Sega’s eyes and said.

“Up to the speed of light. Maybe even faster.”

It was breathtaking.

“We call this the Aurora Borealis Flame Bomb. Thank you for your hard work.”

Banhaedo finished the class with a smile.

The students sat there blankly for a while.