Fated to Die in an Academy Novel – Chapter 147

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: JayM
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Saturday morning training was over, and I was about to go eat breakfast in a good mood when a strange bastard staggered towards me.

Honestly, at this point, I didn’t think much of it.

He suddenly showed hostility towards me for no reason, and his gaze was a bit unpleasant, but I was willing to let it go, thinking that he might just be in a bad mood this morning.

That is, until his gaze unpleasantly scanned my sister and the professor.

I stood up and naturally blocked the professor’s front, and he glared at me with clear anger.

“What are you, you bastard? Why are you blocking my way?”

…Was he crazy? So I was supposed to just let him openly stare at a sweaty person’s cleavage?

It was acceptable for his gaze to linger for a moment.

Both of them were beautiful and had good figures, so honestly, it would be stranger if he didn’t react to them.

But this was too much.

He staggered over and openly scanned them with his filthy gaze, and then, when I blocked his view, he started ranting. At that point, I was certain that he wasn’t a decent person.

He reached out his hand to me.

He approached me incredibly slowly, so I couldn’t tell his intention. But surprisingly, he was trying to grab my collar with that slow movement.

If he was slowly extending his hand to make me let my guard down, he would be a genius, regardless of his personality. But surprisingly, this seemed to be his best.

“What are you relying on, to act so boldly?”

What? I’ve felt this before. Ah, right. It was similar to when Ga-eul and her friends bullied me at the beginning of the semester.

But even they weren’t this stupid.

With the professor, my sister as an inspector, and two friends as witnesses, he tried to grab my collar first? I already had justification to fight him.

The atmosphere instantly turned hostile, and everyone glared at him, but he seemed pleased and just tightened his grip on my collar.

“Let go?”

“Shut up. You bastard, you messed with the wrong person today. Someone like you is nothing when no one’s around.”

He was truly crazy.

For the sake of creating justification, and hoping that this idiot would miraculously snap out of it, I would politely ask him one more time.

“Yes, my words were difficult. I’m sorry, you idiot. Is ‘let go of my collar’ hard to understand? Won’t you relax your grip and slowly release me?”

“You bastard, you think I’m just going to sit here and take it!”

…When did you ever just sit still and take it? You never held back.

Perhaps because he grabbed me with his right hand, he swung his left fist at me and it was incredibly slow.

Was this bastard even a superhuman? I wouldn’t kill him, would I?

I hesitated for a moment, but I quickly realized it was a futile worry.

So, I just dodged and tripped him.

Even without any profound martial arts, this man who swung his fist like a street thug couldn’t resist and rolled on the floor in an ugly manner.

Right. What did it matter if he threw the first punch?

“You bastard…!”

Fortunately, he seemed to be a real superhuman. His surroundings shook, and rock-like objects started to float.

Honestly, at this point, it wasn’t worth persuading him with words. This was probably similar to the Health Food Lovers Club incident.

My thought changed the moment his ability, which seemed to be D-rank, suddenly became stronger.

He wasn’t hiding his strength.

His eyes flashed purple, and the output of his ability actually increased.

It seemed to be a psychokinetic ability, so I couldn’t see any specific characteristics other than his eyes, but judging by the circumstances, it seemed almost certain that he had swallowed the rampaging drug.

Aha, no wonder he was acting so stupid. A human shouldn’t act like this, but I could understand it if he took the rampaging drug.

He was forced into a contract that took away his reason and sanity in exchange for power, so what else would he see?

He was probably a member of the delinquent circle, and he couldn’t resist his impulse after taking the drug they gave him to get used to it.

While I waited, he managed to raise a rather large boulder by causing the ground around him to rise.

Perhaps intoxicated by his own power, he burst out laughing and looked at the professor again.

…What? Was he expecting praise for doing well? Or was he hoping that she would be impressed by someone like him?

“…He’s annoying me.”

I didn’t like him for being distracted, but more than that, I dislike him for constantly giving the professor that disgusting look.

She’s not someone a bastard like you can just look at.

I transformed the short sword Ruyi into its original staff form and aimed it at him.

“Do you think you’re so great just because you lifted a pathetic rock?”

The rock flew towards me.

Before, everyone would worry about me, but now, they just looked at me with trust.

“Grow, Ruyi.”

Ruyi, which easily pulverized the rock he lifted, stopped in front of his eyes.

“Watch your eyes, you bastard.”

I returned Ruyi to its original size, reached him instantly, and punched him hard.

Do I feel pity for him?

If he didn’t have bad intentions in the first place, he wouldn’t have picked a fight with me, been unable to control his eyes, or done any of this after taking some drug.

“You bastard. Seriously…!”

The one who was punched by me tried to use his talent again in anger, but this time, he didn’t produce the same impressive output as before. He only managed to lift small rocks, just like at the beginning.

“Huh…? Why is this happening?”

Of course, idiot. I used Devil’s Touch to rip apart the source of the power that had enhanced him, the ‘contract through demonic energy,’ when I punched him. Now, the drug he took became an ordinary vitamin.

And since I nullified the contract, his lost reason would naturally return.

Signs of confusion and bewilderment started to appear in his eyes.

I had no intention of letting him off easy though.

If I did, the scene would be ruined.

But don’t worry, you bastard. I won’t hit you that hard.

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As I said before, the trick of the rampaging drug was simpler than it seemed.

The culprit was one of the demon king’s subordinates, the final boss of the first-year arc. The incident began when he came up with a way to simplify the contract explanation and consent, which were essential conditions for a contract with a demon.

So, what method did he come up with? It was a ‘drug instruction manual.’

The contract system worked by putting all the contract conditions in the instruction manual and only allowing people to take the pills if they agreed to the contract.

He even kindly wrote that the effects would only activate if you read the instructions carefully.

The problem was that most people just skimmed the instruction manual, which was actually a contract. And even if they read it properly, many thought that ‘My power will get stronger, so this much is fine.’

The most terrifying thing about this contract was that it wasn’t a direct, face-to-face contract, so the consequences appeared subtly at first.

Your abilities would definitely get stronger through demonic power, but the payment for the incomplete contract would create delusions like ‘I can handle this’ or ‘This is nothing’ leading to drug abuse.

However, if you repeatedly took the drug, it would be considered full consent to the contract, and the moment the contract was complete, you would become a puppet, stripped of your reason.

Ah, and in cases of weak-willed individuals like the one I just beat up today, they would lose their minds immediately.

Personally, I wanted to meet a sample once before the ranking competition to see if anything had changed, so I was actually grateful to this guy.

How grateful was I? I only beat him up enough so that he wouldn’t be recognize by even his decade-long friend, and then I saved him and sent him back.

Anyway, thanks to that, I was confident.

“Nothing’s changed.”

Then I could plan without worry.

The kids’ level-up project would soon begin.

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Cathy went straight into the shower after returning home.

Cold water poured down, soaking her body, and only then did her heated body feel a little calmer.

There was one unpleasant incident today, but it was still a very good day by her standards.

Among the best things that happened today, she would choose her student’s growth as her favorite.

A sword style designed to improve on what he could do well, rather than focusing on what he couldn’t.

The swordsmanship, which became more complex and difficult to counter every day, was good because she could directly feel So-hyun improving.

And his movements…

She was truly surprised when he perfectly handled the artifact that he used to struggle with, and even used it freely to close the distance.

“Hmm hmm~”

On such a pleasant day, she needed a suitable reward.

She carefully dried her body with a towel to prevent her treasure from being damaged. Then she thoroughly dried her hair with a hairdryer before changing her clothes.

And then she carefully took out the towel with his scent from her bag.

Honestly, she knew that this was unhealthy.

She never intended to do this at first.

It was just that small desires like ‘I wonder if he’ll stroke my head again’ or ‘Ah, I want to hug him’ kept accumulating, and then the towel he used to wipe his sweat with had caught her eye.

It was possessed by a demon.

There was no other way to explain it.

Otherwise, there was no way she would sniff a towel with her student’s scent on it.

But it was only difficult at first, only scary at first.

After the first day, it became her precious healing time, and almost became her daily routine.

Honestly, it would be a lie to say that she felt no guilt, but So-hyun was also partly to blame.

How could a person’s sweat smell so good? It was cheating. Any woman close to him would probably have pondered this at least once.

She carefully placed the towels, which she had sealed beforehand to prevent the scent from fading, on her bed, excluding today’s.

Then, intoxicated by the faint floral scent, she felt as if she was being held in his arms.

She slowly stroked her own head.

The movements she had repeated often since that day became familiar, but they were still subtly different from his. Though his scent could deceive her senses to some extent.

Ah, what a waste.

It was unbearable that this scent would eventually disappear.

Of course, she would naturally get another towel again tomorrow, but it was still a shame.

“Hehe…”

Even So-hyun, who used to be shy, now unconsciously turned his face to make it easier for her to wipe him when she approached him with a towel.

Was it wrong to feel happy that he allowed her to get closer?

The more he allowed her, the more she subtly caressed his cheek through the towel, and the more she wanted to play a prank on him.

The desire to leave her mark on him from a closer distance often arose within her.

Even though she was doing something so unpleasant, what if So-hyun accepted her, even like this, if she were honest?

The thought suddenly came to her, but she shook her head.

Even if that were the case, now wasn’t the time.

She had to endure. She had decided to. She promised to wait until he gave her an answer.

Sometimes, the anxiety that his choice might not be her still overwhelmed her. By then, she would have no choice but to try the last resort that Ah-ram unnie had told her about.

“Sometimes, I feel like someone’s watching me, so it must be working.”

She crumpled the towel into a ball, imagined it was his head, and hugged it tightly.

Would he like it?

Would it be okay to hug him a little tighter? This was a serious question.

She couldn’t let go after imagining it. She felt like she wouldn’t be able to let go the next time she hugged him for real.

“Haah.”

She was somewhat satisfied, yet a strange discomfort lingered in her chest.

“…I want to hear So-hyun’s voice. I miss him.”

If she just endured a little longer, she could see him again, right?

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…I suddenly felt a chill while swinging my sword.

“What the hell?”

-Why are you suddenly like this?

“No, it’s like… I’m getting goosebumps? I feel a chill.”

-I want to say it’s because your body is weak, but your body has reached a certain level, so you can’t ignore your sixth sense. Perhaps they’re targeting you because of what happened this morning.

“…I guess so. It feels like I’m being hunted by a beast. I feel like prey who met a predator.”

-The more you feel that way, the harder you should train. Preparation is never enough.

He was right.

It couldn’t hurt to have the strength to protect myself.

“Then I’ll ask for your help again!”

-Alright, I’ll help you as much as you want, as long as you don’t overexert yourself. So, slowly try again.

The thought that an unknown enemy might be targeting me made me snap to attention.

Thanks to that, I could maintain my focus and train while receiving posture corrections from Sun Wukong.

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T/N – Damn, Cathy suddenly became a yandere? How the fuck?! Cathy fans, please explain this to me. See, this is why Ha-ni is still the best girl. I dread the last resort Ah-ram had taught her. 😰

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