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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The time I spent getting beaten up by the Heavenly Demon was mostly filled with one-sided violence.
But I didn’t learn nothing.
“Heavenly Demon, how do you use the Death Beam?”
“I will continue to beat you until you learn to use the proper terminology. Now, let’s say you’re enhancing your arm.”
He raised his hand and pointed his finger at me.
“You send qi from your heart to the desired body part and then circulate it back to your heart, correct?”
“It’s mana, not qi. Mana is also written in Hanja, why don’t you use it?”
“That word is blasphemous! Anyway, imagine some of that qi leaking from your fingertip instead of returning to your heart.”
A faint shimmer appeared at his fingertip as soon as he finished speaking.
It grew denser, as if the qi was condensing.
“Then, every time the qi circulates, a small amount will leak out, right?”
“Yes.”
“Gather that leaked qi and release it through your sweat glands.”
“So people without sweat glands can’t use it?”
The condition was both realistic and unrealistic.
But the Heavenly Demon said there was a workaround.
“You can make a small cut on your fingertip. But it’s incredibly inefficient.”
“If you make a huge hole in your palm and fire it, it’ll be a repulsor blast, right?”
He reacted to the words “repulsor blast.”
“Iron Man, you say? This one doesn’t think highly of him.”
“Why not?”
“Wasn’t he just an immature brat who couldn’t understand the other side in that movie where he fought Captain America?”
His assessment of Brother Stark was filled with contempt.
That was unforgivable.
“How can you take the side of your parents’ enemy? Are you insane?”
“Hmph! That man was a lost cause from the start!”
“Damn it, let’s spar again! Don’t slander Brother Stark.”
“This one shall prove that Captain America was right.”
So, we went to the training grounds and had another brutal spar.
Of course, I lost, but I managed to bite off one of his ears, so I considered it a draw.
Anyway, this violent personal tutoring session with the Heavenly Demon was finally over.
Coincidentally, it was also the day of the election for the elf representative.
As soon as the practical training ended, Hye-ji, Jung Ah-yeon, and I went to the polling station.
Perhaps because it was evening, the place was deserted, with only a sleepy election supervisor present.
Success! We avoided the crowds.
[No need to wait unnecessarily.]
‘Just like getting your food last at the cafeteria is a strategic advantage, voting late is the same.’
We received our ballots and entered the voting booths. I marked “yes” without hesitation.
Jung Ah-yeon also came out as I was leaving.
But…
“…When is she coming out?”
“She needs some time. Be understanding.”
Hye-ji was still inside the voting booth.
She was likely struggling with conflicting emotions.
Her logical side, which wanted to spite Lucian, urged her to vote yes.
But her hatred for large breasts urged her to vote no.
After what felt like an eternity.
Hye-ji emerged, looking defeated.
She must have voted yes.
My heart ached for her. It pained her to vote for the busty elf.
All boobs are precious.
Big or small.
‘We don’t consider those without boobs as human, but Hye-ji is an exception, of course.’
[If you say that out loud, you’re dead.]
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The next day.
The election results were announced academy-wide.
Not just on posters plastered everywhere, but also through a notification on the academy app.
A group of research students emerged from the polling station, shuffling towards the research building.
They looked exhausted, likely from an all-nighter of vote counting and experiments. A clear violation of human rights.
[…This one shall now refer to professors as “bastards.”]
‘I need to behead them all. Starting with Professor Pil-yong.’
The election results were overwhelmingly in favor of the candidate.
Lucian’s slander against the World Tree played a huge role in her victory.
And the image of his supporters was also severely tarnished.
Their protest hadn’t exactly been peaceful either.
They ignored the numerous complaints and continued their disruptive campaign.
This angered many who would have otherwise voted no, causing them to vote yes instead.
[They’re idiots. If you’re going to use propaganda, at least do it properly.]
‘Even Goebbels couldn’t have saved their campaign.’
The voters were a diverse group.
Elves, academy students, professors, even staff members.
Except for research students, of course.
They weren’t considered human beings, so they weren’t given the right to vote.
[They should just take away Professor Pil-yong’s right to vote as well.]
‘Good point. Isn’t it strange for a baldy to have voting rights?’
Just then, I spotted Lucian in the distance.
He was ripping the election posters off the wall, screaming in frustration, unable to accept his defeat.
He was completely losing it.
Then, he took out his phone and checked something.
He was probably hoping for some positive comments on the academy’s anonymous online forum.
A brilliant idea struck me.
I immediately opened the academy app and started writing a post.
On the anonymous forum.
Title: A way to overturn the election results!!!!
Author: Crazy Bastard
(GIF of the Reverse Betting Knight)
That’s not going to happen, pointy-ears!
The big tree you chose?
The election you fucked up?
You will never!
Overturn it, pointy-ears!
As long as it’s not me~!
As soon as I posted it, I started receiving countless notifications for new comments.
I didn’t even bother checking them.
I knew exactly what they would say.
I couldn’t stop smiling after that little prank.
Beaming, I walked towards the classroom and flung the door open.
Hye-ji and Jung Ah-yeon looked at me with concern.
“It seems Shinwoo’s time has come.”
“Master… it was a pleasure knowing you.”
“No, you bastards, I’m not dead yet!”
I quickly erased my smile, wondering what the hell they were thinking.
But Hye-ji, already lost in her own delusions, mumbled with a gloomy expression,
“Don’t worry, Shinwoo. I’ll join you in the afterlife.”
“No, damn it! Don’t go for that weird yandere route! I don’t want to add that tag to our story!”
“…So it’s okay if it’s not weird?”
“Master, is that your preference?”
“Seriously, damn it.”
I quickly explained why I was so happy.
Hye-ji and Jung Ah-yeon finally looked relieved.
“I thought you had crossed the point of no return.”
“This one agrees.”
“What kind of person do you think I am?”
They both tilted their heads, as if I had asked the most obvious question.
“A crazy bastard.”
“A crazy bastard.”
[A crazy bastard.]
“You bitches.”
Hye-ji and Jung Ah-yeon, along with the voice in my head, said the same thing in unison.
To celebrate their shared understanding, they fist-bumped.
‘Jung Ah-yeon used to be the normal one. But she’s becoming more and more strange.’
[…This one believes you’re the cause of it.]
As I despaired over this unavoidable reality, the classroom door opened quietly.
The classroom was still noisy, the chatter showing no signs of stopping.
It made sense.
There was no sound at all until the door opened.
But as soon as someone stepped inside, the classroom fell silent.
There were two of them.
The golden-haired elf who had verbally banished Lucian.
She walked slightly behind the other elf, seemingly acting as a bodyguard.
And then there was the pink-haired elf who had become the World Tree Communion representative.
Same outfit, same appearance as on the poster.
As if she had stepped straight out of it.
She walked to the center of the podium and slowly surveyed the classroom.
After taking everything in.
She spoke, her voice soft and gentle.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Ersiana of the Sky Butterfly Tribe, and I am the newly elected World Tree Communion representative.
First of all, I’d like to express my gratitude for your precious votes.
Although I am lacking, I will strive to be a worthy member of the elves, befitting the position of World Tree Communion representative.
Once again, thank you all.”
She bowed after her brief speech.
Her movements were slow, graceful, dignified, and…
Beautiful, like a work of art.
[She’s a different class compared to that other elf.]
‘That guy was just an animal, constantly in heat.’
As she raised her head, she was greeted by cheers and applause.
Hye-ji was unenthusiastically clapping with a sullen expression, while Jung Ah-yeon simply nodded.
But Ersiana’s next actions were a bit odd.
Ignoring the cheers, she looked around frantically.
As if searching for something.
And then, looking slightly disappointed that she couldn’t find what she was looking for, the bodyguard elf whispered something in her ear.
Ersiana’s gaze turned towards me.
A bright smile appeared on her face.
“Ah, there you are! You’re the one who defeated Lucianer!”
“Yes, that’s right. I’m Kim Shinwoo.”
“I really wanted to meet you. I was curious about what kind of person you were.”
The number above her head went up, and a shard appeared.
Then, the number above her bodyguard’s head also went up.
Unfortunately, the bodyguard was too far away, so no shard appeared.
But something felt strange.
The bodyguard was looking at us, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Ersiana, however, was staring blankly into space, her mouth slightly agape.
She then snapped out of it, turned to me, and introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you, Kim Shinwoo. I’m Ersiana.”
She looked at me intensely, her eyes filled with longing.
After a brief pause, she said,
“You can call me Elsia.”
She then took my hands in hers.
My face flushed slightly from the unexpected contact.
Then, she smiled brightly and said,
“Husband.”
My world stopped.
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