I Became the Academy’s Time-Limited Genius – Chapter 62

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Translated By Arcane Translations

Translator: Silverriver

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Agnes stared ahead. The mounted knights, a single, massive spear, pierced the dark green wave.

She felt a pang of frustration. She wanted to join them. But she couldn’t.

Not only was she unskilled at riding, but someone had to defend Winter Castle.

-Roar!

Orcs scaled the walls, their numbers significantly reduced. Most had likely followed the knights.

-Crackle…

The walls froze, along with the orcs climbing them. Agnes exhaled, her breath frosting the air, her gaze fixed on Deron.

He was already a distant figure, about to reach the Orc Lord’s position. Agnes swung her sword, severing an Orc Warrior’s head, and muttered,

“You said you didn’t want me to die, Deron.”

She smiled sadly, thinking of the man fighting alongside the knights, Deron Philasia.

“I don’t want you to die either.”

So please…

“Come back alive.”

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Most of the knights reined in their horses. Or rather, their horses stopped on their own. Few horses could withstand the Orc Lord’s aura, even the seasoned warhorses of the north, accustomed to facing orcs.

So they instinctively stopped, their animal instincts recognizing the predator before them. The knights, anticipating this, dismounted.

-ROAR!

The Orc Lord roared, its aura flaring, a testament to its title. The knights grimaced. The Count, discarding his spear, drew his sword. He knew a long spear was cumbersome on foot.

He extended his blade, its tip blazing with an aura brighter than any they had seen before.

-BOOM!

The Orc Lord raised his greatsword, blocking the Count’s attack. A wave of fighting spirit pulsed from the weapon.

-Grrrr!

The demonic energy within me stirred, responding to the Orc Lord’s battle lust, its craving for blood and carnage. A deafening roar echoed as snow sprayed outwards.

I charged into the battlefield without hesitation, a life-or-death struggle, a desperate fight for survival. Life and death clashed on the snowy plains.

-Thud!

Snow exploded as a massive orc, at least three times the size of the others, blocked my path. Two heads protruded from its shoulders. A Twin-Headed Orc. It glared at me with its four eyes and swung its club.

-Whoosh!

I leaped back, the club whistling past me. I gulped. A direct hit would have been fatal. It wasn’t just the two heads; the creature was two or three times stronger than an Orc Warrior.

Mana coursed through my veins. My vision sharpened. The sounds of battle filled my ears.

– Crackle!

Violet Aura enveloped my sword as Archxius’s mana desperately suppressed the demonic energy.

Archxius muttered, her tone impassive.

‘Thank you.’

She hadn’t commented on my dragon heritage, on my mother being a White Dragon. She simply continued to suppress the demonic energy lurking within me.

Since I had become aware of the demonic energy, Archxius had sensed it too. Her mana surged, flowing towards my heart, clashing with the malevolent energy, creating a shockwave.

“Ugh!”

Blood erupted from my mouth, but I didn’t have time to worry. The orc’s club was coming for my head.

I rolled across the ground, dodging the blow, then quickly stood and struck the orc’s foot with my sword. Even with the chipped blade, the Aura remained, drawing blood.

-ROAR!

The Twin-Headed Orc roared in pain. While it was distracted, I pulled my sword free and slashed at its ankle.

-Thud!

-Groan…

The orc lost its balance and fell, crushing several smaller orcs beneath its massive body. They cried out.

The knights seized the opportunity.

-Thud.

-Thud.

-Thud.

Aura-infused blades swiftly ended the orcs’ lives. I climbed onto the Twin-Headed Orc’s body and twisted its neck, snapping it.

Blood sprayed. I felt a wave of nausea, then looked around, standing atop the corpse.

“Haaaah!”

Kill.

-Roar!

And kill again.

The dark green wave clashed against a multitude of colored auras. The wave receded with each flash of light.

But the wave was too vast. One by one, the lights flickered and died.

The situation was dire. Explosions echoed from all sides. Orcs, larger and more monstrous than the ones I’d faced before, converged on our position. I caught my breath, standing on the corpse. Resting on the battlefield was a luxury, and even now, knights were falling.

The knights of Cardia, the flames that had sallied forth from Winter Castle, were being extinguished.

-ROOOOOAR!

A deafening roar, far louder than any before, echoed through the air. I instinctively turned around.

-Whoosh!

One of the Orc Lord’s arms flew through the air. It rolled across the ground, dodging the Count’s attacks with surprising agility. The Count wasn’t in good shape either. Blood streamed down his face. His attacks were missing their mark. he must have been blinded.

Even the brightest flame of Winter Castle was flickering, about to be extinguished. I jumped down from the corpse and joined the fray. Orcs charged at me, roaring. I swung my sword, painting the snow with countless blood-red flowers.

-Crackle.

The violet flames flickered weakly. I was running out of mana. My base level was too low to compensate for the chipped blade.

-Wham!

An orc’s club struck me, sending me flying.

-Thud!

I crashed to the ground, the impact jarring my insides. The world spun. I pushed myself up, my hand gripping the snow, my body shaking.

A high-pitched ringing filled my ears. I slapped my ears, but it didn’t stop. I glared ahead, my vision filled with green skin.

I chuckled, a hollow sound. My mana was depleted, my arm broken, my legs numb.

My heart pounded. Death was approaching. Even the frenzy of battle couldn’t mask the encroaching darkness.

I had never felt this before. The sensation of dying. My breath came in ragged gasps, louder than the orcs’ roars.

Death was approaching, yet my senses were sharper than ever. I swung my sword, the last of my Aura piercing an orc’s throat.

Something splattered across my face. Blood. It stained my vision crimson. A stinging sensation on my forehead told me I’d been cut when I fell.

I wanted to rest. To drop my sword and lie down on the snow. I was tired. I had endured enough.

‘……’

Yet, I forced myself to stand, my body screaming in protest. I discarded my broken sword and picked up another from the pile of corpses.

“I’m not dying here…!”

I had come too far. Enduring this terminal illness, constantly consuming elixirs, protecting the main characters of the original story… I had survived through sheer willpower.

I gritted my teeth. If I was going to die anyway…

‘Archxius.’

‘The demonic energy. Release it.’

Archxius roared. I knew it was madness. Uncontrolled demonic energy was poison. The fact that I was terminally ill, that even countless elixirs hadn’t cured me, was proof enough.

But…

‘Archxius.’

‘You said I lacked desperation. That I needed to experience adversity, a crisis beyond my calculations.’

‘If not now, I’m going to die anyway.’

The dark green tide surged before me. It had thinned considerably, but it was still a wave. If this continued, even if the Count managed to kill the Orc Lord, we would all die.

Archxius remained silent, as if acknowledging the truth of my words. I smiled slightly.

‘Don’t worry. I won’t die.’

‘……’

With that, Archxius fell silent. I felt her mana receding, releasing the demonic energy. She had accepted my decision.

-Crackle…

The demonic energy surged, flowing freely through my veins. My body screamed in protest. This was the same energy that had triggered my terminal illness, even when confined to my heart.

Now that it was coursing through my entire body… there was no way I could remain unscathed.

“Cough!”

Blood erupted from my mouth. Pain consumed me. I would be devoured.

I couldn’t let that happen. I focused my mind, my heart pounding. Even as I struggled, my body continued to cut down orcs.

-Shinggg

My movements were instinctive, the demonic energy having completely numbed the pain.

‘If I can just… control it…!’

I spat out the blood in my mouth and focused on controlling the demonic energy. It was, after all, just another form of energy. If I could sense it and manipulate it, I could control it.

The system messages blared, but I already knew. I gritted my teeth. My mind was clear, my senses heightened.

I could control it. With Deron’s talent, no, my talent.

“Cough!”

I swung my sword, the malevolent energy tearing through orc flesh. But my body, too, was turning black. It had already reached my neck. The moment it reached my face, I would die.

As the sensation of death became overwhelmingly real, a light erupted from my heart.

יהי אור (Yehi Or)

Unfamiliar characters, incomprehensible words. Yet, a voice echoed clearly in my mind.

The White Dragon, Arwen Philasia, the mark of eternity she had etched onto my soul. Her final gift. The demonic energy converged, drawn towards the light emanating from my heart.

My sword, its blade now completely gone, remained clutched in my hand. The demonic energy flowed into it. The light, having fulfilled its purpose, faded.

“So you’ve spoon-fed it to me, and now I have to consume it myself?”

I laughed, even though this wasn’t the time for laughter. The demonic energy struggled, trying to return to my body. But I wouldn’t allow it.

I focused, controlling and compressing the concentrated demonic energy. My temples throbbed, my mind burning.

The system messages echoed.

An unseen trait was added. And…

-Crackle…

an intangible energy, capable of devouring orc flesh, was complete. I gripped the black, burning energy, its hunger for green skin and red blood palpable…

-Hahhhhh!

and charged towards the orcs.

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