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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: JayM
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Hmm, it wasn’t that difficult to borrow the succubi’s power.
I tried it out on a whim, and it was quite successful.
I especially liked his stupid expression, like a pigeon getting hit by a BB gun.
“Did you have a good nightmare?”
“Y-You bastard, what did you do to me?!”
“I wonder? I don’t think it’s my fault that you’re too pathetic to even know what I did to you. Do I really have to explain it to you?”
You hit me really hard in the dream. Anyone would think we were mortal enemies had they seen that.
I needed a subject to test the power I gained from the contract with the succubi, and thanks to this guy, I got a satisfactory result.
Was it called the Magic Eye of Illusion?
Trapping and controlling someone in a dream. It was a more terrifying ability than I thought, almost like brainwashing.
The guy, who had been reduced to a clown, turned red and tried to charge at me again, but the instructor appeared and stopped him.
“Stop! The match is over.”
The instructors didn’t interfere when we were cursing and provoking each other before the match, but trying to attack an opponent after the match was over was clearly crossing the line, so it was only natural.
He seemed to be aware of that, but I had no intention of letting him off the hook.
For crossing the line, you’ll become the catalyst that’ll alert everyone to the dangers of the drug.
I smiled slowly at the guy who was calming down and extended my hand to him as if I was offering him a handshake.
Even without this, he would easily lose his mind due to the contract, but I had to be more thorough.
If he went on a rampage somewhere else I didn’t know because he held back here, it would be dangerous.
I activated my magic eye again and looked at him. He tried to resist this time, but in the end, he failed and fell into a trance.
In his eyes, he probably saw me laughing at him.
Even though I was actually smiling and offering him a handshake.
He slapped my hand away, and the crowd looked on in confusion.
Yes, that’s right. It was important for me to be thorough so that no one could say that both sides were at fault.
Roughly rejecting a handshake after a match wasn’t very endearing, but that wasn’t enough.
I lightly touched his desires and inferiority complex that was reflected in his dream, and his face started to contort even more.
And when his anger reached its limit, he finally managed to shake off the instructor who was holding him back.
“You…!”
Yes, get angry. You need to get angrier. You don’t have much reason left anyway, so you should just burn brightly.
He took out a pill bottle from his pocket.
As I said before, using doping or artifacts in the Reilan Academy ranking competition wasn’t forbidden.
But that was only during the ranking competition. If he tried to take a suspicious drug after a match while he had lost his mind, it would cause a scene that was enough to be a problem.
“Stop! I warned you, cadet! I clearly told you to stop…! This is my final warning!”
“You’re dead, you bastard!”
It was pathetic how he was still struggling in the illusion.
He took a handful of pills from the bottle and threw them into his mouth.
The demonic energy that was only swirling around his fists now enveloped his entire body, and his eyes, which had completely lost their reason in anger, started to turn empty.
At this point, even those who couldn’t feel demonic energy would have realized that this wasn’t just a cadet losing his temper anymore.
Perhaps because he took too many pills at once, all his remaining reason melted away, and the contract was completed.
What stood before me now wasn’t a human, but a half-formed thing that hadn’t completely fallen to the level of a demon.
The half-human, half-demon being roared and scattered demonic energy in all directions.
That was a problem. Like this, other people would get hurt.
Contract.
I offered some of my life force to Devil’s Touch, and with a demonic energy even thicker than what he was emitting, I manipulated the demonic energy he scattered.
I gathered the demonic energy into a single point and deliberately shot it at myself.
I felt a strong impact, but since I was prepared, I was just sent flying dramatically, but it didn’t hurt much.
His gaze turned to me.
Perhaps realizing I was the one who took control of the demonic energy, he roared at me like a beast.
Yes, even if his consciousness had been taken by the contract and he had completely lost his reason, his emotions and instincts remained, so he would recognize the one he hated the most.
The one you hate is right here, so don’t bother others and come at me, you bastard.
And please, burn as brightly as you can.
Movement that surpassed human limits and manipulation of magical power that was originally impossible for him…
Several arms made of demonic energy sprouted from his back, creating a total of eight fists.
He probably intended to increase the number of his fists to efficiently use his specialty, physical enhancement and consecutive strikes.
Not bad.
Especially his current grotesque appearance.
“Kang So-hyuuuuuuuuun…!!!!”
Ah, why are you calling my name? What if you get attached to me?
The fists made of demonic energy destroyed the arena and cornered me.
And he started to smile.
If he were a little smarter, he would have been scared instead.
An ordinary person couldn’t perfectly control a body part that didn’t exist before.
In the end, he chose to attack with four arms at a time, alternating between his right and left arms by swinging them one after the other. Professor Cathy fighting with one arm tied behind her back would be much more threatening than this simple attack pattern.
His fists didn’t even graze me.
Perhaps angered that the prey he thought he had caught was slipping away, he spewed demonic energy again and transformed into an even more grotesque form.
Pathetic.
I glanced at the crowd’s reaction, and they were all looking at him with contempt and wariness.
This should be enough.
If his heart and brain were consumed by the demonic energy, he would die, and that would be troublesome.
The drug-addicted bastard had to at least be a witness to atone for his sins.
Ruyi became a short sword in my hand.
I assumed a stance.
I slightly twisted my body to dodge the grotesque fists and cut them with my sword.
As I cut through the filthy demonic energy, black flower petals scattered from my blade.
“Aaaaaaaaargh!!!!”
Of course, it would hurt. So stop screaming.
Every time he swung his fists in defiance, the arms made of demonic energy were cut off by me, and black flower petals bloomed in their place.
Soon, the arena was filled with the black flowers and their fragrance, which bloomed after I cut through the demonic energy.
They scattered.
The not-so-flamboyant flower petals…
They scattered.
The demonic energy that was cut by my flower-infused sword…
It spread.
A subtle fragrance, not at all overpowering, filled the arena. It was hard to imagine that such a fragrance was coming from a flower that devoured demonic energy.
All he had left were his original two arms.
I extended my right arm towards him, who could no longer even resist.
He trembled violently when he saw the mark faintly appearing on my glove.
“You’d be dead if you weren’t a student. Consider yourself lucky.”
I grabbed his neck and channeled demonic energy into him.
A vast amount of demonic energy, far greater than what he was using, rampaged through his body, burning the seed of demonic energy that was the source of his contract, and he writhed in pain from the backlash.
Ah, you bastard. It’s better than dying, so just endure it.
After finishing my work, I looked around.
Hmm, now everyone would know about the dangerous drug, right?
But the atmosphere was strangely quiet.
It seemed like they were looking at something else besides the drug-crazed student.
Why were the reporters looking at me, and not him? I didn’t even fight that flashily.
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Actually, no one expected anything from this matchup. Not only the reporters watching this match, not the professor in charge of supervising, and certainly not the scouts who came to recruit promising cadets.
It was a match between a mid-ranked student and a low-ranked student.
The reporters here were the ones who were hoping to catch a funny scene from a low-ranked match, and the scouts here were either those who couldn’t get a spot to see the already-sure-to-be-successful students, or those who were just killing time while waiting for other matches.
And in the beginning, the match went exactly as they expected.
One of the cadets dazedly walked out of bounds and started punching either the air or the wall.
What, was this match fixed?
That was what most people thought, and only a few with good eyes could tell that the cadet was under some kind of hypnosis.
But that was all.
He didn’t show any special abilities, and it wasn’t difficult to brainwash a martial arts-type opponent.
Ah, what a dud.
The anomaly occurred the moment most of them, who were already disappointed, were about to leave.
The boy who lost by going out of bounds, as if unable to accept the result, went on a rampage, and the moment he ate something, an energy different from magical power overflowed from him, and his appearance began to change.
A monster. It resembled a human, but it was clearly a monster.
The reporters were delighted. They sensed a scoop.
An academy cadet transforming into a monster during a ranking competition and attacking another cadet?
If that monster brutally defeated the cadet, it would be the birth of a major scandal.
The monster, who had sent the professor who was trying to stop him flying, charged at the cadet.
They held up their cameras, maintaining their focus to capture the scene of the boy being brutally defeated.
At the moment of impact, the cameras flashed, but what they captured was different from what they had hoped for.
The cadet gracefully dodged the attacks of the increasingly monstrous cadet with minimal movements.
He slowly drew his sword, as if the attacks were nothing to him.
The sword cut the monster’s newly grown arm. A flower bloomed at the tip of the sword.
A fragrance then followed.
Every time the monster’s arm was cut off, more flower petals scattered, and the fragrance filled the arena.
They unconsciously kept watching the boy, who was swinging his sword as if performing a sword dance, with the black flower blooming nobly while devouring the filth in the background.
Was this a 200th-ranked cadet?
Impossible.
The scouts and reporters all trembled at the fact that they had found a jackpot first.
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Meanwhile, in another arena, a different kind of psychological battle was taking place.
The gazes of the two girls facing each other were incredibly cold.
Yoo-na and Aisha.
Although Yoo-na was much smaller, her aura made her seem even larger.
This match was attracting a lot of attention thanks to the combination of two high-ranking students facing off and the sudden confession from the day before.
“Hmm, this is troublesome. I don’t like troublesome things.”
“Oh, really? I don’t either.”
“Your tone has become much more elegant than yesterday.”
“This is how I usually talk. I was quite angry yesterday.”
“Were you worried he would be taken away?”
“No, that’s not it. No, I wasn’t. That’s not why I was angry.”
“You don’t have to deny it. You’re quite cute, but compared to me…”
“I… hate bitches who hit on Lilac. I also hate those who hurt Lilac.”
Yoo-na cut her off, as if there was nothing more to hear.
“But there’s something I hate even more than those two.”
Yoo-na took out a mace.
In contrast, Aisha didn’t even assume a stance, maintaining her arrogant attitude as if Yoo-na wasn’t even worth defending against.
“I hate those who try to use Lilac, and I hate those who eat away at his kindness even more. Yes, just like you.”
“Oh my, did you not hear my passionate confession yesterday?”
“You can say anything with your mouth. Don’t try so hard. I’m good at noticing things like that. You don’t really like Lilac, do you?”
“…A troublesome person is attached to him. I shouldn’t have chosen him just based on his abilities. But I also have an image to maintain. I have no intention of backing down here.”
“Good, don’t back down. I’ll make you back down myself.”
“So far, I haven’t found a more perfect candidate than Mr. Lilac. As you said, I’m not exactly in love, but I’ll marry him and have a child with him, so how about you become his lover instead?”
At those words, Yoo-na completely lost her composure and charged at her.
“I don’t know what your circumstances are, but don’t drag Lilac into your shitty situation.”
The mace came down on the girl’s head.
“I’m jealous. That you can be so selfish.”
Of course, the mace was blocked by Aisha’s armor before it could hit her head, so it didn’t do any damage to her.
“I wish I could live so freely.”
A fist clad in magical armor was swung at Yoo-na.
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T/N – Damn, the MC has now become a proper protagonist character. He didn’t fight flashily, he said. As if his sword style didn’t spread those black flower petals during his fight.
Also, a cat fight, incoming! I kinda understand why Aisha became the way she was as the MC’s subordinate previously. Someone who is bound by duty and expectations suddenly gaining freedom by becoming a villain, she probably let loose and was grateful to the MC because of it.
If you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out in the comments.
That’s why MC the goat