I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy chapter 128

128. Main Character

An eerily quiet and dark room.

And, a monitor that displays the same screen.

The text that appeared on the monitor,

A human sleeping in bed.

It was me.

I was looking at myself.

In a dark alcove, he was looking down at me while I was sleeping.

〈Specials open! 〉

– ‘Prophet’ limited privilege.

I need your help.

A phrase I didn’t see at the time.

Perhaps soon, that person who was sleeping next to me, unaware of the world, will be possessed.

Yes. I’m wandering around the edge of death,

Although I am experiencing the so-called ‘darkness’.

This is not my memory.

It is someone else’s memory that exists within me.

The person who invited me here.

Someone who desperately needed my help.

Now I know who he is.

Soon everything started to light up white,

Memories also began to disintegrate.

I returned to myself and also thought.

I looked back on everything that had happened so far.

It was a possession that was twisted from the beginning.

It was like breaking the first button.

A third-rate villain.

A body like a piece of paper.

Let alone connections, a social reputation where no one would be sad even if you died tomorrow.

In a situation where no one can help,

Only outsiders like misfired bullets fell.

It was unfair.

I felt like I was going crazy because I was so unfair.

One word that ties all those emotions together.

An unreasonable question that I always pondered over.

‘Why didn’t I become the main character?’

The possessed body is not this kind of darkness,

If it were the body of a classic protagonist.

Work would have become twice as easy.

There was no need to struggle like this.

But, I saw.

The essence taken from Arachne’s remains.

In an unexpected place,

I got a clue that this world might be reincarnating.

Also, I knew.

That Ivan’s past was intertwined with the heroines.

This world,

It is not the place I experienced through the game.

Same but different.

The ending of the world I played and saw before any other gamer.

It was the story of Adam’s failure.

It was an ending and he did not want.

The reason I couldn’t be possessed by the main character,

It wasn’t the evil intentions of anyone or anything in the world.

It’s just that the main character has changed.

I saw the world’s failure stories.

I, who proved that I knew more about this game than anyone else, was possessed.

A world of reincarnation.

The protagonist who disappeared.

And, even the possessed person whose body is intertwined with the protagonist’s narrative.

There were many clues,

What was lacking was confidence.

Hwaaa!

Only after coming to this point and seeing it with my own eyes.

I gained that confidence.

The blood that had been gushing out like a fountain from being stabbed by a knife stopped, and the wound healed in an instant.

The leader cult’s demonic energy, which had exceeded its limit and absorbed even a lethal amount, was also purified in an instant.

Stamina and mana replenish in an instant.

It’s as if they are directly denying the past, which was a complete mess.

It’s an area I can’t do,

It is a miracle that the original saint could not perform.

Sigh-

Brand of anger.

Paula became a ‘true saint’ by reinterpreting the power that was fundamentally at odds with her own definition.

Something you couldn’t see in the game,

A whole new future.

A sight that Adam could not see.

Due to the saint’s awakening, it was completely proven.

The main character of this world is not Adam.

That’s why he doesn’t even exist.

Adam created another protagonist.

I gave up on myself to create a new future in a world of repeated failures.

Variables he created. The new protagonist is-

It was me.

And, I.

“Jealousy, replication.”

I plan to prove it one last time.

A huge question that existed from the moment of possession.

A truth that might not have been solved until the end if I hadn’t risked my life here and now.

Discernment.

The protagonist who is a third-rate villain.

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If I’m right.

If this world repeats itself endlessly, and this is the best outcome you find in that cycle of reincarnation.

Prove it.

Even just for a moment is good.

That you reside in this body.

“Adam.”

Non-supporting positions –

I cloned the Adam inside me.

It replicated the highest point of his countless failed reverberations that had accumulated so far.

That’s how I was able to reach it.

I was able to create it.

“…”

Adam holding Miho’s sword.

Even if you search all world lines, you will find no precedent.

Just by holding that sword, the earth shakes,

As I take a step forward, the air stops.

And, the religious leaders shouted.

He shouted evil with a blue face.

“…It can’t be like this. It can’t be like this!”

I could feel the fear up to here.

That emotion is not something that can arise simply from the human instinct that senses a threat.

Perhaps, he may also be vaguely aware of this.

I’ve never heard of it or seen it.

It doesn’t even exist in this world.

A being called Adam.

If you ask if it is possible,

In general, it would be said to be impossible.

A question I haven’t solved yet,

Because there is only one left.

A piece of battery.

The ‘unusual’ ability that resides in this body is,

Because it belongs to two people.

Also, in the ‘Memories of Adam’ that I glimpsed for a fleeting moment.

The person who was watching me while I was sleeping,

Because I was not alone.

The truth of the world is getting closer,

However, another comma remained.

Now is not the time to worry about such things.

Because it will be the truth that we will find out someday.

I raised my sword.

“Moonlight.”

Her swordsmanship reached the pinnacle of humanity.

And, a body that surpasses humans.

Just hitting it once was enough.

Kwaaa!

The pitch black air forms waves,

I devoured the enemy in front of me.

After continuing without stopping, it soared into the air.

As if venting out all the resentment,

As if confidently affirming my conviction.

The leader of the church and the dark side of the empire.

The one who turned Paula into a monster and created a river with the blood of innocent people.

Master of stigma.

I got rid of him without leaving even a trace.

Coo coo coo coo…

“…”

I raised my head and looked up.

The sky that was covered with black just a moment ago.

It was a windy day,

Although clouds covered the moon.

What I see now is,

A clear moon brighter than ever.

I-

“…Haha.”

The sky was torn into pieces.

Warak-

And, without any time to get emotional.

The person who hugged me from behind.

“I believed it.”

Her name

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, instructor…”

Something I don’t remember anymore.

It was a shame I couldn’t bear it.

I felt like I knew why.

“Let’s remember this day someday.”

“Huh, huh…”

“It is the day when the evil of the empire disappeared, but more than that, it is an important anniversary.”

Memories are collapsing.

All the know-how, assumptions, and memories we have accumulated so far. It gradually disappears.

It’s just a name now,

Soon there will be nothing left.

A planned result, a confirmed future.

But, not yet.

Miho’s sword and swordsmanship have disappeared,

Because Adam’s cloned body still remained to support me.

I got a brief reply.

I was able to ‘slowly’ forget them.

However, that too will only be a moment.

By the time the dawn sun rises, the power of the cloned Adam will have disappeared.

I will lose myself.

There was a lot of work to be done,

Because it was a pity to leave out these words.

I want the head of an unknown girl,

I stroked it lightly.

It was a familiar feeling.

“Happy birthday.”

A saint who finally escaped from that brainwashing, regained her life, and was reborn.

Congratulations on her

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She hugged me and cried sadly.

She cried for a long time.

—

The sky was torn in half.

It was a sight that could only be described that way.

Never seen before,

The teacher bowed his head.

Because I couldn’t bear his request

The reason I don’t trust him is because I wanted to end the night of the memorial service for the last time.

Scarlett hid herself with Adela.

And, he succeeded.

The sword that split the sky in two,

Because I was convinced that it was not something that could be reproduced by the human body.

She could believe so,

I couldn’t be relieved.

It was because ‘something’ filled the night sky again.

It was a sight as difficult to see as the sword just before.

It’s big enough to cover the entire sky of Russell,

A magic circle blacker than the night sky.

Scarlett and Adela’s eyes, looking up at that, are colored with embarrassment.

“What is that…”

Even with such moans,

My steps are constantly looking for that teacher.

And, I was able to find it.

“…”

The saint who hugs him and cries,

Ivan’s back looking at the night sky.

Paula turned her head and looked at them.

The pitch-black soot that had been encroaching on her face just moments ago was gone. A saint with a white tattoo took her place

I cried and complained.

“Instructor, sir. The instructor is strange…”

The instructor is strange.

She must be a saint who can only be described that way.

However, the two women who heard those words.

Because I was able to accept that ‘strangeness’ more specifically.

With trembling fists and voice,

Scarlett opened her mouth.

“…Ivan.”

She always called him ‘instructor’,

At some point, I was able to say his name without hesitation.

Going through a lot,

After much thought,

After sharing a kiss.

She was able to accept him.

The owner of that name, to whom she pledged to devote her all.

Ivan Kherson…

I didn’t look back.

“…Instructor.”

Despite the young lady’s sorrowful voice, his back did not move.

As if stopped by a stranger.

It’s not like I can’t look back, it’s like I’m a person who doesn’t feel the need to look back.

I suddenly became afraid.

It was as if she had gone back to when she first met him, and Scarlett’s shoulders began to tremble.

And, finally.

I heard the voice I wanted to hear so much.

“…The cult leader is dead.”

A dry voice.

As if the emotions had been swept away, in a voice that could be heard from a sparring doll.

He continued speaking.

“But it looks like it’s not over yet.”

He defeated the cult leader.

He achieved the reason he came to the academy and the purpose he had been fighting for all alone.

He… Protected Russell.

It seemed like the world was still blocking him.

“I risked everything. And, you will soon lose that much.”

“…”

“But. This is what I think.”

He said.

“He left behind more than that.”

He who said so,

Pointed to the sky.

“That magic circle is a portal. It’s safe to think of it as a giant gate.”

“…What gate is it?”

“A being followed by the religious leader. “I am Arka, the evil god.”

The expression ‘God’ did not resonate with me.

It was difficult to feel it.

That magic circle was that big,

Also, because it was overwhelming.

And, he…

He still hadn’t given up.

“I’ll leave it to you.”

What he left behind.

With Russell’s students,

The three disciples taught him personally.

Leave the rest to them,

It sounded like he was going to accept that fate.

However, she decided to deny it.

The last task he gave.

That doesn’t mean he won’t bear the burden.

She…

“…It’s Scarlett Rain.”

“…”

“My Name. I built it myself.”

I wanted to be with him.

I wanted to enjoy the happiness that would come at the end with him.

That’s why I said it.

“Don’t forget it again.”

Maybe he’s stubborn.

It may be a stubbornness that will be scattered in the air, or it may be a request that is too unreasonable for him.

However, he was answering.

“Why are you suddenly making a full statement?”

He probably didn’t know.

He was showing her her her back her her her, so he probably thought she wouldn’t see.

However, Scarlett knew.

A note he took out from her inner pocket her her her her. The fact that he read its contents.

And, as if to hide her her her her her private parts her her her her.

Like always, like a teacher hiding his wounds and smiling.

“Scarlett Rain. Adela Cathy. Paula Maria. Let me explain. “How to stop that being… The tasks I will entrust to you.”

After reading the note I wrote to myself,

The fact that it was burned and scattered in the air.

“But before that. There’s one more enemy I need to get rid of while my body holds up.”

She could tell.

“Let’s begin the final exercise.”

—

‘We must save Scarlet Rain.’

Scarlet Rain.

It was an unfamiliar name.

That’s how broken I was.

There will be no memory left in this body.

Even if you live, you are not alive, and you will become an idiot who cannot lead or perform anything.

However, even if such an inevitable future awaits. It is said that the magic circle, which is like the last struggle left by the cult leader upon his death, is destined to swallow Russell up.

Is it really a failure of the world?

I can now confidently answer this question.

No.

Even if I fall, you remain.

Every time I take a step, something disappears from my mind.

Whatever it is,

It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling.

I repeated.

I gathered only the information that I wanted to leave until the end and recalled it endlessly.

And, at the end of those steps.

I was able to arrive with three disciples.

“You’ve all gathered here.”

A temple where unusually bustling sounds were heard.

Two people there.

I was able to understand the situation right away.

With white corpses scattered everywhere.

The temple was completely destroyed after being completely destroyed.

And, standing leisurely in the middle of the corpse, looking at me-

Ivan’s older brother.

And, the fox beastman instructor lying covered in blood a short distance away.

The reason why the leader was late.

And, those two strong men are also the reason why the priests didn’t even show their noses.

However, he never helped that fox instructor fight with good intentions.

“Look, beast. The reason you risked your life is when you come back walking on two legs.”

“This, half…”

He drew his sword and slowly began to advance towards the prisoner instructor.

I felt murderous intent.

“Your role is over. Just die smiling.”

I am confident that this place will change hands tonight.

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And, that wicked person who only used that instructor to gain that confidence.

I wasn’t a great person to bother saving a broken doll.

Swoosh-

Because I also didn’t want to let her die.

She stopped in front of him.

He replied slyly.

“…Look up.”

He looked at the sky.

I saw clearly the same magic circle I had seen with my own eyes.

“Do you know what that is, Ivan?”

“Yes.”

“Explain.”

What is that?

It’s a gate where something much more powerful than the guy in front of me is preparing to pop out.

However, because it was a bit of a sudden transition.

There was just a delay.

Russell, the heroines I raised.

We will block the existence there.

And, I.

I came here to take the last class before my ego disappears with the dawn.

The temporarily manifest body of Adam.

And, still with a sound mind.

I told him the truth.

“This is Arca’s Gate.”

“…Ha.”

He bent his back further and said,

He spread his arms wide.

“Finally, finally!”

After quietly turning on the status window,

I used the word ‘lust’ that I stole from the religious leader.

I don’t know what it is and I don’t know what kind of technology it is.

However, it doesn’t matter anymore.

Because I plan to use everything I can.

Because calculations have become meaningless.

“The heavens open and the world turns upside down. The Kherson family… No, our era begins!”

It seems like he was only looking forward to today.

Ivan’s older brother is laughing like crazy, as if he’s been waiting for that arrival.

Because he didn’t really doubt his own kinship, he didn’t even notice that the heroines behind him, including me, were pulling out their weapons his.

The most dramatic moment,

The betrayal that had been prepared for the longest time had reached the level of my chin.

Because the master of arrogance did not notice.

I took out Baldr and held it.

And then, it started.

Russell will move forward,

The heart of the last person I must save to pave the way.

“Can you see well?”

“…Every time I see it. “How many years did it take-“

Puuk-

I am,

I stabbed him with the sharpest piece of bread.