I Became the Academy’s Time-Limited Genius – Chapter 36

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Translated By Arcane Translations

Translator: Silverriver

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After leaving the club room, I headed to the Trea Dormitory. My body felt heavy. Regardless of my lifespan, my body was always heavy.

Except for certain moments, my body would always return to its original state.

I felt a slight improvement as my lifespan exceeded a year, but that was all.

‘Neither Archxius nor the headmaster knew the root of my illness.’

I had half given up on curing the time limit attached to my body. I just needed to consistently take the circulating elixirs and clear quests.

Therefore, I accepted Archxius’s proposal because it was a path I had to take anyway.

The hero and protagonist, Lee Han, hadn’t grown as much as he should have in the original story. He should have been about twice as strong as he was now.

However, I hadn’t awakened his power as a hero by defeating Morax.

“So, I’ll just have to become stronger.”

As the hero had weakened, I, who was monopolizing the opportunities, needed to become stronger. The Annihilation Drift. Now, to save the living supporting characters.

The Trea Dormitory was still quiet. It was because the students hadn’t returned yet. It wasn’t time for them to come back yet either.

As I tapped my cane, it echoed against the ground. The sound seemed too loud.

I should ask Petra if she can reduce it next time.

No one was in my room. Petra seemed to have gone somewhere. That was even better. I could finally rest without worrying about anyone’s gaze.

I felt like I had forgotten something, but it was probably just my imagination.

I threw myself onto the bed without even taking off my clothes. There was a slight discomfort, but I could ignore it.

Lying on the bed, I looked up at the ceiling. The walls with their uniform patterns sometimes made it impossible to think of anything.

While I was in the sickroom, I didn’t have a moment to rest. There were many incidents to sort out, and I had to talk with Archxius from time to time.

Just like now.

‘Can’t you see I’m trying to rest? I told you that in the sickroom.’

‘An elf?’

After hearing those words, I sat up.

“Hiccup!”

I turned my head at the sound that came from someone who was startled.

Then, an elf dressed as a maid, looking utterly at a loss, came into view.

You were here, that’s right.

Seeing the elf’s flustered face, I remembered what I had forgotten.

The fifth heroine and spirit user, the elf princess.

As I stared at her, the elf lowered her head deeply.

Just how much training had she been put through for the noble elf to display such a submissive posture?

Archxius also let out a dumbfounded laugh in my head.

‘I don’t think you’re in a position to talk about being arrogant.’

Wasn’t the dragon the race famous for being arrogant?

Archxius was furious at my question.

How dare I compare an elf who lived furtively in the forest to a dragon.

It looked the same to me.

Anyway.

If I kept letting her talk, she would just talk about the long history of dragons again.

I ignored her and spoke to the elf.

“What’s your name?”

I knew she had the name Christiana Rohenbelt.

But the elf would never reveal her real name.

For elves, high elves were like royalty.

In our terms, they held a position equivalent to a princess.

If they revealed the name of royalty, that name would instantly be demoted to that of a slave.

There was no way an elf would do such a shameful thing.

“Medea.”

Just like in the original work, she told me a fake name. Medea. Even the name was the same.

“Medea… I understand.”

I rolled her name around in my mouth once and nodded.

The time would come when I would hear the name Christina.

It was easier to focus on the situation at hand.

The ranking battle before the vacation.

It was an event that was dealt with quite significantly even in the original work. To be precise, as the relationship between the heroines and Lee Han.

‘In the end, the protagonist was always first.’

Agnes took second place, and Sophia took third place.

However, all the honor eventually went to the first place.

After the defeat of Morax, the heroines became closer to the protagonist through the ranking battle.

The heroines approached the protagonist with fighting spirit, reverence, or pure curiosity.

However, the protagonist, who seemed completely uninterested in the opposite sex, was enough to bewilder me.

But I didn’t know how things would change through this ranking battle.

Agnes could take first place, or Erina could take first place.

The variables I had created were steadily growing and twisting the story.

By now, both Agnes and Erina would probably have reached the intermediate level.

It was good that they had grown more than in the original work…

Floating, floating.

“Hmm?”

Something was floating above my eyes. It didn’t seem like dust…

It looked like water, but its movements felt lively.

What was this?

As I carefully brought my finger closer, it immediately stuck to my fingertip.

As it rubbed its face against my finger, I felt a refreshing sensation.

It was cuter than I thought.

It was cool even without using cooling magic on my body, so no mana was being consumed.

But where did it come from?

Clang!

Startled by the sound of a plate falling, I abruptly sat up.

The thing fell away from my body.

“Oh, how?”

The culprit who dropped the plate and startled me was Medea.

She stared at me with wide eyes.

“What do you mean, how?”

“That, can you see that?”

“See what?”

“That thing that’s stuck to your hand now.”

Looking down at my hand, the thing was stuck to my fingertip again. The way it rubbed against my skin felt somehow cute.

I slightly lifted my finger and showed it to Medea.

“This? Of course, I can see it.”

“No way…”

Medea slumped down as if in despair.

I frowned and looked down at her.

‘Why is she doing this?’

‘Then would I ask if I knew?’

What?

I lifted my finger again. This thing rubbing its skin on my finger was a spirit?

Looking at it closely, it did seem like it.

‘I don’t know either.’

Ignoring Archxius, who was throwing a tantrum, I opened my status window.

Stats that had been continuously raised and were now almost beyond the level of ordinary people.

Below that, a shining word in the trait window.

‘Spirit’s Majesty.’

I didn’t know how it happened, but I seemed to have acquired a new trait.

A message appeared when I clicked on the Spirit’s Majesty trait.

I gaped at the unbelievable achievement that Genius had brought about.

What a windfall!

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“What’s your name?”

“Medea.”

Christina, no, Medea stared intently at Deron.

Just from the energy emanating from his body, he was a being above her.

If he were an elf instead of a human, he would have become stronger than her father.

She only felt it was a pity that he was a human with a short lifespan and cunning nature.

Thinking so, Medea summoned low-grade spirits.

It was because a maid named Petra had ordered her to clean the room.

It was something she could ignore, but the energy Petra emitted was impossible to ignore.

She was clearly called a maid, but the aura that was emitted was so fierce.

It was not a murderous aura that an ordinary maid could possess.

‘Just how many people do you have to kill to have such a murderous aura?’

Compressed and compressed again, a thick scent of blood wafted from her. This meant that Petra had taken countless lives.

Unable to withstand that chilling scent, Medea obediently followed the order.

Still, it wouldn’t take long to finish cleaning if she used spirits.

She entrusted the cleaning to the spirits and was about to move a plate.

Until one of the spirits approached Deron, who was lying on the bed.

‘No!’

Humans couldn’t possibly feel spirits, but if even water were spilled, she didn’t know what would happen to her.

Perhaps she would be ridiculed, just like she was at that auction house.

At the auction house, they didn’t take her first experience.

Among the human nobles, there were people called “unicorns.”

They absolutely did not want non-virgin slaves.

So, the method they chose was ultimately torture.

Whether mental or physical.

They even used drugs. If she hadn’t been a high elf and a spirit user, she wouldn’t have been able to endure it and would have collapsed.

She might have immediately knelt and licked that disgusting clown’s shoes.

But she was a high elf.

Royalty who protected the sacred World Tree.

She wouldn’t succumb to this level of humiliation.

She reached out her hand to control the spirit. She didn’t know why it had suddenly gone out of control.

She just had to bring it back.

However.

The scene that followed was far beyond Medea’s expectations.

The human lying down not only sensed the spirit but even saw it.

The spirit rubbed its skin against the human’s finger, as if it was very happy.

It didn’t follow her control. The control had already passed to the human.

Startled by that fact, she dropped the plate.

Spirits, which elves could easily handle, but only a very few humans could.

One of the very few with spirit affinity was in front of Medea.

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