The Academy’s Time Limit in a Novel Written by a Friend - The Academy’s Time Limit in a Novel Written by a Friend chapter 96

96 – Episode 96 Let’s watch Hansol Daycare Center! (6)

What is the dragon vein in the world of this novel?

The terrain itself is a special terrain in which chaste magic permeates, and its value varies greatly depending on the amount of inherent magic power, but even if it has the minimum amount of magic necessary for a dragon vein to form in the first place, it is enough to be called a treasure.

Now, then, what does this dragon vein react to?

Is it the goodness of people? Is it courage? Oh, not quite wrong.

The dragon vein reacts to someone with a strong will and has the property of sharing power.

It inherited the nature of being attracted to the strong will of pure magic, but the problem is that this strong will is not limited to just being good.

Well, to be honest, there are not only those who look like novel characters, and when it comes to human will, there is a stronger image of evil and sharp than good and soft.

So, in fact, even in the original work, the placenta of the dragon vein is eaten by the villains.

Yes. This is a crazy world where power-up events in a corner happen more to villains than to protagonists.

What are you talking about? What do you mean that bastard bastard got the power of the dragon vein and powered up?

Well, at best, it seems that he got the strength from the dragon vein with a desire to survive, but he probably didn’t get much of it, but he was still fighting the two ghosts in their own way.

It doesn’t end with simply amplifying energy, and judging from the fact that some kind of dark magic is overflowing, maybe the power of the dragon vein isn’t enough, so maybe he sold off his fellow villains who died due to black magic?

“Tsk…!”

Because the original is pathetic, he wouldn’t be able to deal with a fighting ghost just because he had been strengthened that much, but he was keeping his head down.

Because of the distance between the two demons and aiming at us or the mountainside, that is, the orphanage, from a distance as much as possible, the two demons were unable to switch to attack and were concentrating on defense.

No, he’s the one But apart from the orphanage, why do we protect it?

“Don’t worry. I will never let you get hurt.”

Perhaps he felt my gaze, he said with a serious attitude, his gaze still facing the front.

…Well, I’ve said it before, man, why are you pretending to be friendly? Feel bad When this is over, you’ll be kicked out too.

If you think about Doo-Gwi’s personality, it seems that he was moved by the safety device in the orphanage, or that he gave up that villain.

But if you are going to listen and change your stance, did you do it earlier?

You didn’t even pretend to listen, and then you suddenly did that, and you’re a bit rude?

A surging torrent of black magic spread out in all directions, but the two ghosts caught a breath and stretched out their fists toward the flying arrows of magic.

The sight of bursting each of the arrows that stretched out in a wide range with a fist was close to a miracle beyond human skill, but it probably wouldn’t last very long.

“Is it poison?”

“No, to be precise, it is a curse created by black magic!”

Oh, you’re a dark magician right?

His fists began to be eroded by the terrible curse that penetrated the strong air.

“It seems S-class can’t help but curse, right? Oh, you and I don’t have a particularly good relationship, right?”

This is Professor Cathy, but Mutu-type Awakeners have a bad compatibility with curses and witchcraft.

Especially, the fighting spirit was worse than Professor Cathy, because it was set up to fight with attributes and a trained body without using talent at all, so he was really vulnerable to concepts like curses, even if he didn’t know poison.

“So what?”

However, the fighting spirit simply suppressed the absurdity with spirit, ignoring the rotting skin that had been eaten away by the curse, and punched again.

The curse gnawed at his clenched fist, and blood flowed, but he ignored the pain and took a step forward.

“If it is a curse created by black magic, it will eventually end when the ghosts of those who died here run out.”

That was not wrong.

It won’t be easy to maintain such a terrible curse.

“If so, I will endure until then and break you.”

“…A madman.”

The guy who had been scattering curses happily looked at him as if he was tired of it.

In fact, it sounded crazy.

A curse like that would be painful to the point of losing your mind even if it hit you once, but what kind of madman would endure it all and say he would destroy his enemies?

However, a man named Seo Tae-ho, a douchebag, always stuck to that method.

This means that he is a man who breaks down with his fists whatever is blocking him and is free of his will.

The figure from the back of him as he silently attacked the magical power of a terrible curse with his own fist held something huge enough to make a man feel something.

“…Sohhyun-ah.”

“Huh?”

“Will you help me with that?”

“No? Why me?”

But the thing that makes me feel that way is that I feel it. Won’t help

You made me look bad.

I don’t know if my life is in danger right now, but anyway, the two demons I know aren’t even that great to succumb to, and they’re pretending to be friendly on their own, but those who don’t listen to people and rush out should change their habits You also need to give.

Would you like it if you heard me when I was going to say it in the first place?

“Isn’t it?”

If it were Lilac, I would have offered to help anyway, but Hani and I weren’t so extreme.

Contrary to appearances, the two ghosts are not at a disadvantage.

“There’s nothing special about S rank!”

It doesn’t seem like he noticed, but his ever-increasing mana began to weaken little by little again.

The dragon vein responds to one’s will and gives strength.

So, on the contrary, if the will, the cause of lending strength, weakens, the connection weakens, and in the end the connection is completely cut off.

In that guy’s case, the reason why the dragon vein lent his strength was probably the desire to survive or the humiliation of defeat, but looking at the guy now, it didn’t seem like he had much of that feeling left.

I won’t take away the power I’ve already lent to him, but I won’t lend him any more power, and if I waste a fixed amount of power like that, it will quickly disappear.

For being an extra-class villain in the original work, he did well, but it seemed that this was his limit.

I haven’t noticed yet because I’m drunk with omnipotence, but I’m sure he will soon.

That when that power ends, it will be his last.

The guy poured his mana indiscriminately.

The pitchfork offset his mana by dripping blood from his fists, which were already almost purple and sore.

His skin is already torn, but he steps forward as if he doesn’t mind.

He took a step back.

Once again, Doo Gui took a step forward.

I could see that he was nervous as if he had finally felt something strange.

He must be embarrassed to suddenly feel the limits of his constantly rising power.

Even the magic that gradually sold out and replenished other colleagues has begun to show its limits, and the curse is gradually fading.

The guy’s complexion turned pale, as if he knew that his head would burst the moment either the remaining magic power or the curse fell.

“Looks like it’s coming to an end soon, isn’t it?”

“…Kuh!? Well, there’s all this stuff! It doesn’t make sense…! Unreasonable!”

What is that bastard?

Huh? If that’s the case, isn’t the dragon vein lending its strength again in an infinite loop?

No, dragon veins rarely lend their power back to those who have been disconnected even once.

Well, even if there was a willingness to miraculously lend his strength again, there’s no way the two demons would miss the moment when their powers were cut off.

That’s it.

The moment I thought that, something incomprehensible happened.

Blood splashed in the air.

It’s because the guy who was floating in the sky unnecessarily inflated his vast amount of mana stabbed himself in the heart with a dagger.

No, it doesn’t matter if you want to commit suicide, but what he did wasn’t a simple suicide.

Intense demonic energy began swirling around the dagger that pierced the guy’s heart.

I wonder if that dagger is also a kind of relic, it ate up the magic of the dragon vein and the remnants of black magic that still remained in it, emitting more and more intense energy.

Was it because of the approaching inevitable death? Or did he even think that it couldn’t end like this at the expense of his colleagues? Or was it that he just wanted to play a game because he was unfair?

I knew very well that people who were pushed to their limits would sometimes make incomprehensible choices, but I didn’t know that they would play a game like this.

What kind of heart does it mean that a guy who reacts to the dragon vein saying that he doesn’t want to die throws his life away?

The dagger that gobbled up everything in the sacrifice radiated red light.

The boundaries of reality collapsed and the air began to break.

“Hey, Sohyeon, isn’t the atmosphere a bit unusual?”

…Huh?

“…What?”

I didn’t think much of it until just now, but thanks to Hani’s lines, I remembered an artifact with that characteristic.

What Hani just said is exactly like what Lilac said after looking at the artifact in the original story.

…But if what I think is correct, is it a relic used by Snow White in the original work?

Among the artifacts she uses in her original work, there is a dagger called Devil’s Touch obtained by defeating a villain who uses black magic.

This dagger, which ranks fairly high among legendary artifacts in terms of performance, is a simple yet powerful item that lends a corresponding amount of power to the demon when sacrificed.

The truly terrifying thing about this relic is that the offering at this time does not have to be one’s own.

Using that trait, in the original work, when Snow White fought a large-scale enemy, he subdued the villain with an insane tactic of stabbing the enemy with that dagger and offering the enemy’s blood to use the devil’s power.

…Anyway, was that guy the original owner? He seems to be a black magician, so there’s nothing really strange about him.

It’s an unexpected development, but I’m not too worried.

In addition to the vast amount of magic power and demonic energy he already possessed, the one who took over the corpses of dead villains has finally begun to appear from beyond the dimension.

Hani was wary and tried to raise the sword again, but when I stopped her, she inserted the sword with a questionable face.

What appeared was an existence that boasted an overwhelming presence.

It was clad in demonic spirits even to the naked eye, and tried to come out of the world through the passage opened by the dagger.

The first thing that stretched out as the space distorted was a huge arm.

The ugly red arm squeezed through the space as it was and tried to take out its own body.

Yes. I just tried.

Of course, gods and demons exist in this world, but if you want to summon a guy of decent size, you can’t afford to sacrifice that much.

If it was a mediocre demon, it would have come out right away without having to put on a show like that, and in order for a decent level demon to descend directly, it is in a situation where it has to suffer losses.

Perhaps he doesn’t really want to come down at a loss, and he’s doing that to go after a show or something because he’s got something.

Maybe if someone doesn’t quarrel with you, it’ll go off on its own after a show?

Ah, that’s fucked up.

“… Huh.”

I hate to think of this.

The moment I saw the image of the two ghosts rolling on the ground with a thump and stance, I reflexively shouted.

“Don’t even think about touching that…!”

“Don’t worry. I haven’t had any experience fighting something like that yet.”

No, I’m not fucking worried about you…!

“I tend to keep my words.”

…Spoken words? What do you say?

“Don’t worry, neither you nor the orphanage. I will never let you touch it.”

Ah, that. Okay. Yes, I understand perfectly.

Crazy troll pup.

“Don’t…!!!”

Forcibly clenching his scarred fist, the fighting spirit took off.

Fuck, can’t it end peacefully sometimes…?

Tung.

However, miraculously, the throwing fist did not reach the devil.

Because it was blocked by a golden magic barrier that suddenly appeared.

“…Hey, I don’t know what the hell this is going to be like, but I think the timing was great. Would you mind not touching something dangerous like that here?”

Oh my God.

Golden magic overflowed from the little witch’s fingertips as she flew through the sky.

“This is a private property, so it would be difficult if things like that ran rampant.”

Honestly, just a while ago, there was an accident saying that it was a precious place, but why is it so late? Shiba!’ Or ‘If you’re a hero, you have to stop the incident before it happens. What makes you a hero after it explodes?’ Was a pretty rude thought, but I was foolish.

This is a carry machine.

Originally, no matter how late it is, being active at the most important moment is a hero, and a hero is a hero.

Professor Aram Park…! I believed…! Gianjaaaeng!!!!

…Honestly, even when I think about it, it’s kind of woody, but I can’t help it. It’s so cool.

“That’s why I can’t grasp the current situation, but Kang So-hyun tells me.”

The professor was spinning his mana in a playful way, but the momentum couldn’t be seen as a joke at all.

“From where to where are the enemies?”

This is a hero.

I was moved to witness a true hero and had no choice but to tell the truth.

“Apart from that hulking bastard and his floating hand, everything is pretty much done.”

“…Huh? Bloke!? No, that’s not it…!”

No, what’s wrong, man. I never said I’d forgive you

“Aha, it’s clear and nice. Students take a break. Then. It’s too late to come and say things like this, but it doesn’t look good.”

hahahaha, Seo Tae-ho, you bastard. You’re in trouble now

“Because an adult will do the tidying up.”

Actually, if it was simply force, the professor who couldn’t break the seal would be pushed back, but the two ghosts aren’t normal in many ways right now.

“Hey there. Our model students can only bully me, right? I know that because you are fucked.”

It’s really cool.

Both Hani and I were excited to see the devil’s hand, which was sweating profusely.