I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy chapter 142

142. Sinner

I don’t know what it would be like in a game world where even dead people come back to life when you insert a coin.

At least here… That is, in the real world, the jealousy that my stigma interpreted was not a ‘good ability’ even in empty words.

High risk, high return.

The only thing you gain by carrying the crazy risk of being crushed from the inside out is one reappearance.

That was the jealousy I interpreted,

It was different now.

The owner of that stigma.

The cleric who was handling the original fired Scarlet’s divine spear several times.

There is no limit to the number of times.

You don’t even need to touch someone’s skin to use it.

If there is someone imprinted in the caster’s mind and they want to use their abilities.

It just creates it.

And honestly, the more I write, the more crazy I get.

In that sense, the jealousy I wrote about now.

It was of a higher rank than hers in memory.

“Replication.”

I reached it.

I met a lot of people,

I crossed swords with numerous enemies.

And, the beings in those memories.

Each one of them was strong enough to shake up the empire, was talented, and was also a powerful enemy.

However, no matter how many strong people there are in the world.

“Sword Saint.”

There is only one peak.

Without being given a stigma,

Since I was young, I have never had the strongest person of my time as a teacher,

I just lived stubbornly.

Before you know it, above everyone else’s heads,

The strongest person who can look down on the world with dignity.

And, my fellow instructor.

Miho’s ‘high point’ was copied.

Non-supporting position –

With a unique tinnitus,

Her power resides in my body.

It’s so sharp that it’s scary,

A black energy that seems to cut the air around you just by standing there.

Create a black island right now,

I was filled with a sense of elation, as if I wouldn’t lose even if I charged at the monster in front of me.

But, I reflected.

“Replication.”

Dual replication.

It is not a by-product of being absorbed into Ivan’s stigma and reinterpreted.

Even the original master, the cleric, could not use it,

A step beyond.

Bijijik-

Miho was the strongest person I knew.

But it wasn’t enough.

Even if it is said that this body contains her, her, her energy,

Because it is nothing more than the same level.

So, what was once again in my hands.

Among the countless memories embedded in my mind, it was the sharpest weapon.

“Scarlet Rain.”

The master of the new spear.

Borrow and apply her her case her her her,

The thunder she wielded gathers in my hand.

Eventually, the lightning took the form of a spear.

It wasn’t the blue thunder that she usually started and whipped.

A black spear mixed with sword spirit.

The tip of the spear of black lightning.

At the end of its form,

Head towards the monster in front of you.

However, the tip of the spear was not one.

“Start up.”

Now you don’t have to move your mouth to give orders,

She moves exactly according to my will.

Even in Scarlett’s hands,

Blue lightning began to gather.

“Are you even using my skills now?”

Although she added it jokingly,

Her eyes were clearly fixed on Arca.

Without even having to add it up,

Two spears left our hands at the same time.

Quack!

Black and blue lightning,

It tears through the air from the ground and flies up.

Fixed goal.

An evil spirit who is restrained while floating in the air.

The black spear and the divine spear exploded exactly in the center of Arka’s body.

And, at the same time-

Fuuu!

Arca’s body exploded in the air.

Unable to withstand her, her energy, the skin that formed its body, her broken into pieces and scattered in all directions.

Just like that, she fell.

No, I didn’t even know if I could call her ‘her’ or ‘him’ anymore.

Thump-

Just the essence of life.

Only the first nucleus created by Laplace.

I was just thrown miserably on the ground.

And, everyone, including me, could clearly see it.

Jejeok-

The exact center of the nucleus.

The place where the black spear and the new spear hit accurately,

A huge crack.

The heart of a monster that is so tattered that it barely maintains its shape.

And, I could hear it.

Ah, ah…

A remnant that does not even have any characteristics that could be considered a living organism, let alone a mouth.

The core, the sound of crying.

Ah, pa…

Everyone’s steps stopped.

The monster’s ‘words’ we heard for the first time were strongly embedded in all of our minds.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts…

Evil god Arca.

When I saw it in my dream, it must have been a majestic and noble being.

I was pulled down from there,

She was reborn as an imperfect creature.

I cried out pitifully.

Raffle, Lars. Laplace…

The one who created himself.

I struggled and cried out the name of the woman who could be called my mother.

And, on the surface of the core where there was nothing.

Sin, sin.

One eye opened.

Those eyes were directed at Paula.

Sinner, sinner, sinner.

Black eyes open one after another,

I glared at everyone around me.

Suddenly, the eye covered the entire core,

Her wailing-like words echoed everywhere.

Jealousy, arrogance…

Humans are not free from emotions,

That’s why anyone can harbor sin.

Laplace created the stigma of original sin,

He created Arca to bestow that stigma on the most suitable humans.

So, maybe it will be visible to that eye.

The strongest emotions held by all humans within sight, and the resulting original sin.

Instructor Miho, and Maxwell.

Anger, lust. Me, Tae.

Paula, Adela, and the principal.

Those eyes point the finger at everyone,

He poured out hateful criticism.

Sinner. Sinner. Sinner.

And, soon-

After all eyes were closed and opened again.

She looked at me.

Hundreds of eyes met me at once.

Original sin. Avarice.

“…”

It was ironic.

Since she was also the master of sloth, that hatred should be directed at herself as well.

But, she can’t do that.

You cannot even have any doubts about your own existence and thoughts.

Because it was made that way.

A living being sculpted by Laplace.

Injected malice never has an ego.

To that life that was born as a doll to destroy the world and was destined to die that way.

I took a step.

Sinner, sinner!

The struggling core is,

They criticized me as if they were freaked out.

Soon, I stood in front of him.

And said.

To everyone who looks at me.

“Practice is over.”

No matter how much you rely on the buff of lust,

Now, there was no one left with the strength to move their bodies freely.

Although he pushed Arca to the brink of death,

She could not completely erase its existence.

And, as long as the core has not been destroyed.

She will regenerate.

After regenerating, building a body, and running wild.

All criminals here will be punished.

Hundreds of eyes watching me.

The ‘created’ hatred contained within it proved it.

So, it had to end now.

I raised my hand.

It was the right hand.

“Now, I’ll get it back.”

What I left here in Russell.

It was built up through struggle.

No, even more than that.

It wasn’t ripped off by someone,

The essence of the human being called Ivan Kherson.

Ivan’s original sin stained his right hand black.

“Everything.”

The air swirled and disturbed the surroundings.

The right hand exploded and began to absorb all the surrounding energy.

Starting with the blood from Arca’s body,

Even the remnants of magic scattered everywhere.

Eat it like a beggar,

They cry out that it is still not enough.

And, that original sin.

Eventually, I began to crave things I shouldn’t pay attention to.

Quaaa!

Human energy.

Health. And mana.

The brand of greed began to greedily absorb the heroes of this place.

To the point where someone loses their mind.

I pushed him to the point of collapsing.

Quaaa!

Their intentions were not asked.

It was just a declaration.

Greed.

Perhaps the most fundamental original sin.

I want everything endlessly.

In that way, there is no such thing as saving face.

Whispering unfamiliar words,

I have no intention of stopping at controlling that spirit.

Underlying all other stigmas is a strong ego toward oneself.

Clerics, Cains, and cult leaders all believed only in their own power.

Because they were strong.

No one under heaven can surpass himself,

Because the idea was to bring down everyone with only one’s own power.

But, I am weak.

Everything is insufficient to satisfy a thirst based on sin.

So, I will take it all.

Your strength too. Its ability and status.

And…

Even the responsibility on his back

“Jin. Greed.”

Master of stigma. A villain who will destroy the world.

Even if my methods are exactly the same as theirs.

Running wild like a crazy motherfucker,

Even if it robs the power of those around you.

If I am different from them.

“…Ivan.”

The direction of that power and the ideal it aspires for.

It’s just that we’re like everyone else.

“Ivan Kherson.”

“Instructor.”

“Instructor.”

I couldn’t recognize the owners of that voice.

The fluctuating energy became so strong that it swept the surroundings, and it was impossible to distinguish the voices of others heard within it.

However, one thing is certain.

Even if I rob you,

The point is that no one resisted.

That’s why I’m not a villain.

I was able to stand as an agent.

“Put in a big shot.”

I hit it.

“…”

There was no roar.

There was no torrent of energy or waves that threatened to sway the earth.

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I just pierced through the middle of that evil.

That was all.

Jejeok-

The nucleus split.

It broke into pieces and began to scatter into the air.

Arca.

Laplace’s agent and she will

His final words were firm until the end.

Sin, sin. Sinners.

All humans are sinners.

As long as you are dependent on your emotions, you cannot escape from that bondage.

Therefore, the words I will return are also:

It had a human mockery.

“It’s surprising.”

I defeated the evil spirit.