The World After the Bad Ending - Chapter 82



Will You Face the Professor?

The professors of Jerion Academy.

They are the best in the empire.

Jerion Academy trains heroes who defend against the greatest threat in the world, the Demon Palace.

Naturally, the professors couldn’t be chosen carelessly.

So, the professors working at Jerion Academy all had exceptional skills.

Most of them were heroes who had made great contributions in the past, in the Demon Palace.

The professors’ reputations were endlessly high.

But stagnant water eventually rots.

In the past, even among the professors who were once called heroes, there were those who had rotted away.

Human greed knows no bounds.

Living as a professor at Jerion Academy, he had grasped both wealth and honor.

Yet, there was one who desired even more.

During his school days.

A man who lived with the label of being second place forever, obsessively fixated on being first.

The third-year professor of magical studies, Barkio Lavlizan.

He was an unfortunate genius who had been pushed aside by the Blue Tower Master, losing his place as the genius of the century.

He was also a figure with a very poor reputation among students.

He habitually ignored students with low abilities and did not hesitate to mock them.

Thus, his evaluation among the students was the worst.

Such Professor Barkio had also aged, and his body had grown heavy here and there.

But he still vividly remembered the past.

The humiliating memory of having the position of Tower Master snatched away by an unreachable genius.

He had longed to build his own tower ever since.

He thought that was the only way to reclaim his crushed pride from his school days.

However, the empire already had the Blue Tower and the Yellow Tower, each reaching the pinnacle of magic.

It was no longer a situation where another tower could be established.

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Therefore, he joined hands with a kingdom outside the empire.

In exchange for them building a tower for Barkio, he embezzled the empire’s secrets and Jerion Academy’s funds.

Now, with only the matter of defecting to the kingdom remaining.

An irreversible event occurred.

A trivial group of students called the Student Council Boycott Group.

They exposed the corruption and deeds he had committed on the day of the Founding Festival.

Barkio’s eyes turned.

If this had been revealed after his defection, it would have been different, but in the current situation, if this matter became known, he would almost certainly be executed.

‘Not yet, not yet.’

So far, this news had only spread within Jerion Academy.

If he burned all those who spread the news and bought time, he could escape immediately.

‘Above all.’

The classified documents prepared for the final deal with the exiled kingdom were in his private study.

No outsiders could easily enter Jerion Academy.

Thus, his private study was the perfect place to hide the classified documents.

But he never imagined that trouble would arise from within.

He burst into his study, panting.

On his way, he had vented his anger on every student council boycott member he saw.

It was the perfect punishment for those lacking students.

Now, he had to quickly find the documents and burn the rest of them.

Just as he was about to gather the documents, he heard a sound.

Creak- Thud-

The door to his private study, which he had entered, suddenly closed again.

In the dark room.

The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Barkio’s private study.

As Barkio slowly turned his head, there stood a man with a familiar face.

“Huh?”

A hollow laugh escaped Barkio’s lips as he saw him.

A man with striking white hair and amber eyes.

A face as remarkable as his, but with magic skills that were the worst of anyone.

“Bikamon?”

Bikamon Niflheim.

The pathetic dropout who had been expelled from Jerion Academy was there.

Bikamon was the least talented in magic among those Barkio remembered.

He had been the most ridiculed during magic classes.

And now, he appeared before him.

Barkio’s eyes grew cold.

“I see. So it was you.”

A stunned reaction emerged from Barkio.

“You led this, to take revenge on me.”

For the ridicule he had suffered.

To take revenge, Bikamon had revealed the truth under the name of boycott.

He couldn’t figure out how he had discovered his corruption.

But he had no intention of forgiving Vikamon, who dared to touch him without fear.

“You reckless fool, do you even know who I am to pull such a stunt? I’ll teach you a lesson.”

Barkio drew his staff from his waist.

Seeing this, Vikamon slightly furrowed his brows and soon spoke.

“What nonsense is this?”

“You plan to deny it. I understand your anger. But if you want to blame someone, blame your pathetic magic skills!”

With those words, Barkio activated his specialty, lightning magic.

The torrent of magical power that explosively poured out of him clearly showed why he was a third-year professor of magic.

Boom-

The black current circled the room in an instant.

In front of the approaching current, Vikamon stood still, doing nothing.

The moment Barkio was convinced of his death.

Crack-

The lightning magic that had poured out was all sucked into his grasp.

There was a ring there.

Barkio did not know.

That he and Vikamon were the worst match.

Vikamon possessed the Lightning Burmi.

It had the power to swallow all lightning except for the thunder sent by the god of lightning.

This meant.

Barkio’s specialty, lightning magic, was useless.

Bang!

Just before Barkio could reveal his confusion.

Vikamon had already reached right in front of him.

He had flown with an explosion from his soles.

Magic engraving, explosion.

The moment Vikamon, who had detonated it from his soles, reached right in front of Barkio.

Barkio reacted as if his past fame was not a lie.

A wall of flames rose from the tip of his staff along with his magical power.

No fool would break through a wall of intense heat with their bare body.

Naturally, Bicammon would retreat.

“It seems you’ve prepared some tricks to counter me!”

Sorry, but a professor of magic at Jerion Academy cannot be defeated with just one lightning spell.

Thus, he was certain that Bicammon would retreat.

Whoosh!

And yet, there was a fool here who broke through the wall of intense heat with their bare body.

“What?!”

Varkio’s head rang with a second wave of bewilderment.

Bicammon aimed to truly make his head ring and brought down his fist.

Boom!

Varkio, struck by Bicammon’s fist, rolled and collided with the furniture in the professor’s office.

Though flustered, he barely managed to cast a defensive spell on his face.

“Ugh, you madman.”

No matter what, where in the world is there a lunatic who would cross a wall of fire with their bare body?

He was so bewildered that he couldn’t even cast his spell properly.

But he had crossed the wall of fire with his body.

His body must have been burned by the intense heat, rendering him immobile.

“Heh, foolish man.”

Just as he thought that and tried to get up,

Wham!

Varkio’s rising body was suddenly pinned down by a force from above.

He hurriedly looked up.

There, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window, stood Bicammon.

His clothes were scorched in places.

But there were no burn marks on his body.

Seeing this, Varkio showed a reaction of bewilderment.

He had broken through the wall of fire he had cast, yet there wasn’t a single burn.

It couldn’t be.

“It’s just warm enough.”

The steel body that makes up Bikamon.

Within it, the flame of fire resides.

His body, originally resistant to fire, has now gained much higher resistance than before.

Moreover, he has been exploding his body with magical engravings every day.

Now, his body has reached a point where ordinary fire cannot harm it.

Bikamon’s amber eyes glowed eerily in the moonlight.

Thud-

Barkio felt his heart sink involuntarily.

Already, his proud magic had been blocked twice without causing any damage.

If it were a student, they would have been electrocuted and charred black by now.

Yet, Bikamon remained unscathed.

Common sense did not apply, and he was instinctively frightened.

“You, you dare set foot here!”

He swung his staff in a final desperate act.

The electric shock was blocked, and the wall of fire was blocked.

Then, only one thing remained.

“Fine. Let’s see if you can withstand freezing to death!”

The storm of cold he unleashed swept through the professor’s office in an instant.

As expected of someone skilled in high-speed magic, the magic he cast was difficult even for Bikamon to counter.

Crack-

The professor’s office turned into a frozen hell.

Bikamon, who faced his magic head-on, was no exception.

He stood upright over Barkio, completely frozen.

Seeing this, Barkio shivered from the cold and let out a vicious laugh.

“Heh, heh heh, see, no matter how much you struggle.”

He began to create a high-powered light bullet to shatter the frozen Bikamon.

“Die!”

Just before he fired the completed bullet.

Crash!

Bikamon’s frozen foot suddenly shot out.

Crash!

“aaargh!”

Vikamon’s foot pressed down, crushing the hand that held the staff.

Barkio, unable to complete his spell due to the pain, dropped the staff.

Crack-

At the same time, Vikamon’s frozen body began to move, shattering the ice.

A bright yellow light flashed in his right eye.

It was an eye reminiscent of a lizard.

Chill!

That eye held a warning for Barkio.

How dare you cast such a trivial ice spell on me? it raged.

Seeing this, a primal fear, ingrained in living beings, surged within Barkio.

The unique ability of the awakened ancient dragon’s remnant.

Fear.

The fear inherent in living beings engulfed him.

Barkio’s face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down.

“Hic, hic.”

The dragon’s magic was the worst match for a wizard.

Unless one was a Sharin with the Milky Way, an ordinary wizard like Barkio had no means to counter Fear.

Moreover, Barkio had neglected his magical studies, basking in the glory of the past.

He had lived only to fulfill his desire to build the magic tower.

He had always thought he was just a step behind the Blue Tower Lord.

But now, in front of him, there were many outstanding wizards besides the Blue Tower Lord.

Barkio had lived, ignoring this fact, always considering himself second best.

Those intoxicated with authority and power eventually fall behind.

Vikamon raised his clenched fist.

After all, the kingdom had only used him.

In reality, they never intended to build a magic tower for him.

“What kind of big dreams does a guy who exploits kids have?”

Vikamon decided to end his dream.

“Wake up from your dream.”

Vikamon brought his fist down without hesitation.