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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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“What, what’s this!”
A roar erupted from my mouth, so loud that even I was surprised.
The Heavenly Demon before me was momentarily stunned by my outburst.
But I didn’t care.
All I felt was rage.
Intense rage that made me abandon even the last vestiges of politeness.
“How dare you insult the Heavenly Michael Jackson?!”
“W-what’s so great about that Yankee?!”
“Shut up!!!”
The Heavenly Demon flinched, and I lunged forward, grinding my teeth.
Any Hunter who saw this would think I was insane, but…
I didn’t care.
“Have you ever even watched one of his videos?! Do you even know who he is?!”
“This one knows him! He’s just someone who can dance a little, isn’t he?”
“A little? A little? Are you crazy? Just ‘a little’?”
I slammed my fists on the desk, unable to contain my anger.
Books and pens flew into the air with a loud bang.
I glared at him.
“Do you even know what Heavenly Demon Imperial Walk is?!”
“Of course! It’s a basic technique for a Heavenly Demon! A gait that exudes the presence of one who rules the world! How can you even ask?!”
“Can you shake the world with a single step?!”
“W-well, not exactly.”
“The Heavenly Michael Jackson can move and inspire the world with just his footsteps!!”
My eyes were bloodshot.
My heart pounded in my chest, urging me forward. My knuckles turned white from clenching my fists too tightly.
“And can you make someone faint with just your footwork?!”
“Who faints from footwork?!”
“The Heavenly Michael Jackson can!!!!”
“Don’t be ridiculous! There’s no such thing!!”
“Is the Heavenly Moonwalk a joke to you?!”
The Heavenly Demon flinched and took a step back, intimidated by my outburst.
I stood up abruptly and glared at him.
“Heavenly Demon Spin, Heavenly Demon Sonic Boom, and countless other techniques! He moves the world with just his fists, feet, and footwork!!!”
“I-impossible!”
[What about the Heavenly Demon Bone-Removing Suction Technique?]
‘That’s a passive skill.’
I quickly started operating my phone.
I had to show him a video of the Heavenly Michael Jackson.
“What the hell is this Heavenly Demon Divine Art you speak of?!”
“The Heavenly Demon Divine Art is the most powerful, the most-”
I played the video, jumped from my seat, and shoved the phone in his face.
“Are your eyes just decorations?! You don’t even recognize the true Heavenly Demon Divine Art?!”
“B-but…”
“You still don’t understand, even after seeing his dance moves, his breathing, his every gesture?!”
“…”
I pushed the phone so close that it was almost touching his face.
As if to say, “Engrave this image in your mind.”
“You still can’t grasp the essence of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art contained within?! How can you call yourself a Heavenly Demon when you don’t even understand this?!”
Silence.
The only sound was the music from Michael Jackson’s video.
I took a few deep breaths, calmed myself down, and returned to my seat.
The Heavenly Demon was frozen in place, speechless.
“Don’t you ever disrespect Heavenly Michael Jackson again.”
With that, I started picking up the books and pens scattered on the floor.
He didn’t move a muscle until I had gathered everything and sat back down.
“If you want to call yourself a Heavenly Demon, watch every single video of him first.”
“…”
“And if you still refuse to acknowledge him, I’ll fight you anytime.”
“…”
His silence only fueled my anger.
“Answer me!!!”
“O-okay! I’ll keep that in mind and watch them! I promise!!!”
“Then get the hell out!”
He turned and fled the classroom.
I finally relaxed.
I had no regrets.
How dare he insult Michael Jackson.
That was unforgivable.
Hye-ji was looking at me with wide, shocked eyes.
She clearly hadn’t expected me to go off like that.
Jung Ah-yeon, on the other hand, was pale and speechless.
She seemed to be in shock after witnessing her idol flee.
“Shinwoo, you truly are insane.”
“Master… Are you alright?”
“I don’t know, damn it. That bastard insulted Michael Jackson.”
“But why go that far against the Heavenly Demon himself?”
It was strange that she was so worried.
I didn’t understand why everyone was making such a big deal about it.
“Is that old man really that famous?”
“Just famous? Do you seriously have no idea who you just yelled at?”
Color returned to Jung Ah-yeon’s face as she spoke.
She grabbed me by the collar, her eyes welling up with tears. She seemed like a true fan.
“He is the pinnacle of martial artists, someone everyone aspires to be!”
“Really?”
“He’s not just ‘really’ famous! Every martial artist dreams of becoming the Heavenly Demon!”
“So you also want to become the Heavenly Demon?”
“Shamefully, yes. This one aspires to become the Heavenly Demon.”
What, was the Heavenly Demon some kind of idol now? The goal of all martial artists?
[Aren’t there the Heavenly Demon Girls?]
‘Ah, right.’
Hye-ji suddenly made a sharp observation.
“But Shinwoo, you just ripped apart the idol of martial artists.”
“Be careful about using the word ‘ripped apart.’ It’s a violation of election laws.”
That word was a sensitive topic.
I got punished for using it before.
Then, Hye-ji suddenly asked,
“Shinwoo, what if the Heavenly Demon himself comes for you?”
“…”
“…Did you not even think about that?”
“Ah.”
“This is insane.”
As I calmed down, an objective fact surfaced.
An academy student going up against the Heavenly Demon.
It was headline news material.
It was an insane move.
I imagined a worst-case scenario, a fight against the Heavenly Demon.
One was a top-tier Hunter, the Heavenly Demon.
The other was an idiot who couldn’t even enhance his body properly and ended up blowing off his own arm.
I had a bad feeling about this.
And the Heavenly Demon could even fire a death beam. He had ranged attacks.
And I was stubborn, clinging to melee combat.
Even if I miraculously managed to close the distance, I wasn’t sure my attacks would be effective against his tough body.
[You’re screwed.]
‘Damn it, I can’t see a way to win.’
“Hye-ji, if I end up fighting him, can you make me gloves that shoot fire?”
“Why?”
“If I’m going to get screwed anyway, at least I can taunt him with ‘Heavenly Demon Fire Punch’ while beating him up.”
“Master, it should at least be Heavenly Demon Divine Fist!”
Jung Ah-yeon protested vehemently.
Hye-ji, ignoring her, pointed out a flaw in my plan.
“Shinwoo, if it shoots fire, wouldn’t it be Fire Punch?”
“You’re right. I should call it Volcano Punch.”
“Master. Seriously, damn it.”
[This one would like to see a Heavenly Demon Great Tribulation.]
‘Should I engrave the character for ‘heaven’ (天) on his body with a machine gun?’
I figured I’d figure it out somehow.
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The first and second periods today were supposed to be taught by the Heavenly Demon as a substitute teacher.
But he had a mental breakdown and Itachi’d himself.
Which meant?
Free period.
We decided to head to the convenience store for a break.
Then, something on the bulletin board caught our eye.
“Is this the campaign period for the representative election?”
“That’s right, Shinwoo. But that baldy elf was disqualified, so there’s only one candidate.”
“If there’s only one candidate, wouldn’t they be elected immediately?”
“I don’t think so. Shall we take a look?”
We went to the bulletin board and looked at the election posters.
Since it was for the World Tree Communion representative, there was a picture of a female elf on the poster.
She was wearing a light blue butterfly-shaped earring on her right ear.
I assumed she was a High Elf as well.
Her ears seemed unusually short.
And her short, pink hair was unlike any elf I had seen before.
“She has a completely different vibe from that pointy-eared bastard.”
“Yeah, that elf still pisses me off.”
“Master, Miss Hye-ji, what do you think of her?”
Jung Ah-yeon suddenly asked us a question.
Her eyes were fixated on the poster.
“She’s pretty, I guess. High Elf? And pink hair?”
“…Damn, those are some big boobs for a pointy-ear.”
Hye-ji’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
A chill ran down my spine.
Jung Ah-yeon spoke calmly,
“Pink hair is impossible for an elf. Especially a High Elf.”
“What do you mean?”
“Most High Elves are pure-blooded. That’s why they detest any other race.”
“But that bastard kept hitting on me!”
Hye-ji’s anger was suddenly directed at Jung Ah-yeon.
She scratched her cheek, looking flustered, and said,
“Th-that’s just how Lucian is. He’s different.”
“Well, Sesshomaru also hated humans.”
“But he still had two half-demon children.”
“Non-marriage advocates are always the first to get married.”
The conversation was drifting off-topic, so Jung Ah-yeon quickly steered it back.
“Anyway, while she is a High Elf, she has an impossible hair color for a pure-blooded one.”
“So, she’s mixed-race?”
“Yes. And her ears are slightly shorter than other elves. I assume she’s half or three-quarters elf.”
[This one thinks she’s more likely to be three-quarters elf.]
‘So, 3/4 is more probable.’
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
“Wouldn’t that mean she’s ostracized by the elves?”
“Well, she’s still a High Elf, so it’s unlikely that they would openly discriminate against her.”
“Shinwoo, let’s go. That poster is making me uncomfortable.”
Hye-ji’s eyes were fixated on the elf’s ample chest.
Her gaze was filled with dark, hateful energy.
It seemed like her pointy-ear hatred was combined with her mid-lane hatred.
I quickly left, respecting her wishes.
‘Don’t hate boobs so much! You know their value better than anyone.’
[Are you the devil?]
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The next day.
Professor Pil-yong returned.
But before he could start the class, the door opened and someone walked in.
It was the Heavenly Demon.
He was wearing the same outfit as yesterday, but there was one difference: his eyes.
They looked sunken and dark, as if he hadn’t slept all night.
He walked towards my desk, his steps silent.
He stopped in front of me and stared, his face grim.
I braced myself for an attack.
“This one is eternally grateful for your guidance.”
“…What?”
He suddenly bowed deeply, his back at a 90-degree angle.
It was an unexpected gesture.
Everyone in the classroom fell silent, dumbfounded.
Even Professor Pil-yong looked surprised, so it was likely he wasn’t aware of this either.
The Heavenly Demon raised his head and spoke,
“This one has seen the light.”
“Wh-what light?”
He smiled faintly.
He then clasped his hands in a fist and said proudly,
“Heavenly Michael Jackson is the true Heavenly Demon.”
My heart swelled with emotion.
He had finally recognized Brother Michael Jackson as the true Heavenly Demon.
[…Well, this is a good outcome.]
‘You’re one of us now, gramps!’
Touched by his words, I returned his gesture, clasping my hands in a fist.
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bro’s mind was absolutely shattered