I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 83

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuzio
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“Uwaaaagh!”

“Run! Run! Just keep running!”

Adrian, carrying Michelle, smiled in satisfaction as he ran.

‘Why are they faster than me?’ he thought.

They said they’d do anything if he was their professor?

It was truly heartwarming to see them all, without exception, running for their lives.

And they were even overtaking him.

Wow, he wondered if this was the kind of lecture that would actually be effective.

Thinking about how he’d been teaching them the wrong way all this time almost brought tears to his eyes.

From now on, he had to provide truly efficient, high-quality lectures.

He made that vow to himself countless times.

“Eugh! Gyaaah!”

The one sprinting at the very front was Isabel.

‘…Isn’t she a healing magic specialist? How is she running in front?’

No, more importantly, was it right for someone who wanted to specialize in healing magic to be running for her own life like this?

Anyway, that aside…

“…They’re too slow!”

Explosions triggered more explosions, and the time between each blast coming from behind was getting shorter and shorter.

It didn’t matter who was leading or trailing; at this rate, they would be caught. They were all going to die.

“Run faster!”

Just carrying Michelle without hurting her was challenging enough, but having to watch out for the students at the back and make sure they didn’t trip was exhausting.

“No! Wh-wh-what kind of safety measure is this?!”

“Then how should it be!? You idiot!”

“Agh!”

For every word Isabel uttered, five buckets of curses came pouring out.

He had thought about wanting to quickly explore the hallway, but he never imagined they’d be doing it at this speed.

‘This isn’t going to work,’ he realized.

Driven by their survival instincts, the students had been sprinting for their lives, but that was just a temporary phenomenon.

Their stamina couldn’t keep up, and soon they were showing clear signs of exhaustion.

Kwaaang—!

Kwong! Kwong! Kwong!

As if trying to devour the exhausted students, the explosions closed in from behind like a beast.

It was time for a new plan.

Adrian spun around, holding Michelle in one arm, and started casting a spell with the other.

An eye for an eye, an explosion for an explosion.

He would unleash his own explosion to counter the ones coming from behind.

Kwaaang—!

“What the…”

He had tried his best to create the fastest, most powerful explosion possible, but it was no use.

He had heard the faculty joke that Rahel Academy’s safety measures were practically self-destruct sequences, but he hadn’t understood what they meant until now.

“Ow! That hurts!”

“No time for that! We have to keep running, Charlotte!”

Even with Adrian trying his best to shield them, it was inevitable that some debris would get through.

Sharp shards of stone, like throwing knives, grazed the students’ skin.

And the more their injuries worsened, the weaker their legs became.

Damn it, it was a scene filled with despair.

“Eek!”

The first to fall, as expected, was Isabel, who had been leading the pack.

What would happen in a narrow hallway when the person in front tripped?

“Eh… eh?!”

There was no time to even think.

He tried to jump over her, but Charlotte tripped as well, followed by Lotten.

‘Escaping by running is a failure.’

As long as they were running, he could have supported them from behind.

But if they fell, it was a different story.

They wouldn’t be able to get back up.

But that didn’t mean they could just stand there and do nothing.

If they did, they would be swallowed by the explosion debris and become nothing more than dust.

“Adrian!”

“Professor Adrian!”

They all called out to the only one they could rely on.

He’d deal with the one who spoke informally later.

“Sigh…”

“Kyaah?!”

Adrian let out a deep sigh and tossed Michelle to Isabel.

Then, with both hands, he began drawing a spell in the air.

“Why throw me… and…”

Michelle, rubbing her sore bottom, trailed off as she looked at Adrian’s back.

The situation was still dire.

Jekkiel would have just turned around with an annoyed expression, but this was Adrian, facing the explosions head-on.

He felt like a completely different person.

It seemed the other students felt it too.

Their mouths hung open as they stared at Adrian, waiting for his next move.

The teacher who had nagged and scolded them was gone.

All that remained was the protagonist, facing the explosions.

And as if drawing a spell even amidst the chaos…

Swoosh— swoosh—

The sound was incredibly clear, even in the midst of the explosions.

It was like someone was painting with thick strokes of paint on a canvas of explosions.

It was mesmerizing.

And Adrian wasn’t even moving a finger.

‘Rachel?’

The students recalled that name.

They had a feeling that this explosion magic would be even more intricate and magnificent than the one he had used against the intermediate class professor.

And their premonition was spot on.

Noble.

The approaching explosions were similar to the ones he had created, yet fundamentally different.

Multiple copies of the spell appeared, glowing brightly as blue mana surged through them.

Then, each glowing spell began to detonate.

The brushstrokes, spreading like paint splattered on a canvas, transformed into a single work of art.

It was a life or death situation, yet the students were captivated by the sight.

They had been striving towards that kind of dream.

It was a powerful reminder of their goals.

Kwaaang—! Kwong—!

The explosions were deafening, but they were safer than ever.

The explosions offset each other, suppressing the approaching blasts.

The explosions Adrian had unleashed were now pushing back with confidence.

Kugugugugu—

Finally, the explosions died down, revealing the completely demolished hallway.

“Wow…”

The students couldn’t help but gasp in admiration, and despite themselves, a tinge of regret.

They wanted to see more of Adrian’s magic.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Adrian resumed walking nonchalantly.

“Everyone, get up. You don’t have Michelle’s bad leg as an excuse.”

“I-I can stand up too, you know.”

The students quickly scrambled after Adrian like baby chicks.

They were completely different from the students who had been running recklessly just moments ago.

They were cautious of their every move.

They had experienced firsthand how their smallest actions could have major consequences. Even breathing felt like a risk.

“Damn brats.”

The three girls and one boy silently nodded.

…They had to admit, they were being a handful.

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“What is this?”

Regita let out an incredulous scoff.

Transferring to Rahel Academy’s basement wasn’t difficult.

After all, no one could match her strength.

She had planned to simply waltz in and grab the wand.

But what was this?

The hallway was completely collapsed due to explosions.

She could clear the debris and make her way through, but the delay was enough to irritate her.

“What is this, Neltarion?” she demanded.

“W-Well…”

Neltarion hesitated, his voice laced with urgency.

“It seems… someone is trying to prevent us from getting the wand. They collapsed the passage with explosions.”

“Who could have done this?”

“Well, obviously…”

Neltarion gulped.

“…It must be Jekkiel’s doing.”

“How long will it take to get through?”

“We’ll do it as quickly as possible. Don’t worry.”

Slap—!

Regita slapped Neltarion.

Bang! Neltarion crashed into the wall.

“I asked how long it would take. That was my question.”

“O-One hour. Just give me one hour…”

“Thirty minutes.”

Her patience wouldn’t last any longer.

‘He’s deliberately provoking me, isn’t he? Jekkiel?’ she thought.

It was common for flies to be drawn to treasure.

“Ha.”

Regita snorted.

It was one thing for flies to be attracted, but it was absurd that they weren’t acting like flies.

He should have been sneaking around like a stray cat, trying to steal the wand.

Instead, he was causing a huge commotion.

Fine.

When they met, she’d crush him to pieces.

Regita toyed with her greatsword.

Today, her sword would finally have a satisfying meal.

She would bathe it in the blood of the Vampire Lord…

The corners of the Radiant Dragon’s mouth curled into a crescent moon smile.

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[Dragon VS Vampire]