Magic Academy's Genius Blinker - Chapter 231
Chapter 231
Start of the Semester (5)
Among the most famous words a man might say before dying, there’s something like this:
‘Guess I’m gonna die.’
That’s right.
That was exactly what I muttered absentmindedly right before engraving a subspace pocket, or inventory, onto my soul.
To sum it up, I didn’t die like those words suggested.
But… it hurt so much I wished I had.
“Kehhhhhh…”
[‘Subspace’ has been successfully imprinted onto your soul.]
As Eltemon removed his hand from my back, the swirling gray magic circle disappeared, and I felt a strange sensation in my chest.
[Subspace Lv.1]
* Grade: Transcendent
* Description: You can access a fourth dimensional storage.
▼Special Effects
* Summon Subspace
Maximum capacity 120kg, volume 12m³ for storing objects.
* Keyword Registration: You can register specific actions or words to summon the subspace more quickly and easily.
Finally, I had obtained an inventory.
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Tears welled up just thinking about how much more convenient and comfortable my life would be going forward.
…Or maybe the tears were from the pain in my chest, which was as if an elephant was sitting on it.
“Kuhhhhh…”
“It hurts a lot, but it’ll ease soon. I’ll make sure you’re excused from tomorrow’s class, but if you fall behind this early in the semester, it’s only a loss for you. Are you okay with that?”
Nod, nod, nod.
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I nodded vigorously while lying face down on the bed.
Pain was pain, but if the headmaster himself was offering to excuse me from class, no student in their right mind would refuse.
As I struggled to sit up, Eltemon reached out to help me. However, I had no intention of accepting help from the headmaster, who must have been exhausted from engraving the subspace onto me, so I politely declined.
“Baek Yu-seol.”
“…Yes.”
As I barely managed to sit on the edge of the bed, Eltemon wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and spoke.
“If you were an ordinary student, you’d have died.”
I knew that.
This wasn’t physical pain but rather pain that directly impacted the soul. No matter how tough your body was or how many mana shields you had, a regular mage would have either died or suffered some form of mental illness.
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“Even a seasoned 7th-class mage would struggle to endure such pain. I, too, engraved it during my younger days when I had just reached the 8th-class, so I fully understand the pain involved. But you…”
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Eltemon narrowed his eyes.
“Even though the aftereffects seem severe, your mental strength is impressive. You can even stand up on your own.”
“…Well, yeah.”
I was pondering how to explain this when he spoke first.
“I know. You’re no ordinary student. Among all of us, you are probably the most special.”
“Eh? I don’t think that’s true…”
There’s no way I’m more special than a 9th-class mage. Even if I lived for a thousand years, I wouldn’t be able to reach the level of a 9th-class mage.
That realm is for true ‘geniuses,’ and no matter how long a regular person lives, they will never get there.
“That’s not what I mean. In this world, even a 9th-class mage, a sage who has grasped the truth, an alchemist who has mastered eternal life, and even the Twelve Divine Moons are not special. They are all merely cogs in the wheel of fate.”
The wheel of fate?
I had never heard such a term before. It wasn’t even listed in the Bulbul Glasses, so I could only assume that Eltemon Eltrine had come up with it on the spot… but…
‘Something feels a little off.’
The strange discomfort I felt from that term made my chest feel heavy.
“But you’re different. You can walk a path unlike ours.”
T h i s wa s c o pie d fr o m k i n g m t l .o rg
What could the ‘different path’ that a 9th-class mage spoke of possibly mean? To me, Eltemon Eltrine was an extraordinary person.
In one episode of the original game, he was strong enough to face off against the Dark Mage King, who was arguably the strongest being in the game’s world.
So, if someone like him was telling me I was ‘special’… should I take it as a compliment?
“Baek Yu-seol. I have one question for you.”
“Please, ask.”
His usual lighthearted demeanor was gone, replaced by a serious gaze as he met my eyes and cautiously opened his mouth.
“If, by any chance, the world were to end…”
However, he trailed off, shaking his head.
“Ah, never mind. I’ll ask you later. Right now, you’re not in the best condition, are you?”
After saying that, he smiled bitterly. It was so awkward that even I, who had perfected my poker face thanks to the Blessing of Red Spring March, couldn’t help but give an awkward smile in return.
“I’ll hear it later.”
“You must be exhausted, so go back and rest. Don’t worry about your classes; I’ll make sure you’re excused in advance.”
“Yes…”
With Eltemon’s concern, I slowly got up and left the headmaster’s office.
Click!
As soon as the office door closed, the tension left my body, and my stiff muscles started screaming in pain.
‘Ugh…’
It hurt. It hurt like I was dying.
Clutching my chest, I painfully made my way back to the dormitory.
Since I would be legally skipping class tomorrow, I intended to go back and sleep the entire day away…
It’s quite common for a few students to leave early due to illness at the magic school. Since magic warriors accumulate practical experience through various exercises, injuries and illnesses were frequent occurrences.
Therefore, when someone missed class due to injury, people usually didn’t think much of it.
However, the news that Baek Yu-seol, the boy who had become a hot topic, had missed three full days of class at the start of the semester stirred suspicion among the other students.
It made sense. The second semester had barely started, and orientation wasn’t even over yet, let alone the real practical exercises.
“What’s going on?”
“I heard he got food poisoning from eating sashimi at the summer beach.”
“That’s why they say you shouldn’t eat sashimi in the summer.”
“That’s nonsense. I heard it was just a cold.”
Since no one knew the truth, rumors swirled around, becoming more exaggerated and distorted until a variety of stories emerged.
Given how many achievements Baek Yu-seol had already accumulated as a first-year cadet, it wasn’t surprising that most students believed the baseless rumor that he had ‘secretly hunted Dark Mages again and got injured.’
“…Is he really sick?”
Thump! Thump!
Thi s w a s cop i ed f r om k i n gm t l. o r g
The sound of a basketball bouncing.
Squeak!
The sound of sneakers sliding on the floor.
Inside the indoor gym, Flame, dressed in casual gym clothes, was playing a game of basketball with her male friends when she heard the news.
“Something going on?”
“He’s your ex, aren’t you curious?”
“What are you talking about?”
Flame snorted and casually tossed the basketball.
Thunk!
A clean shot, and it went in.
T h i s w a s c o p ie d f ro m k i n g m t l . o r g
“Whoa. As expected, Flame!”
“Ugh, stop making a fuss. It’s annoying.”
“If you’re jealous, just play better than me.”
“I’m better than you at soccer, billiards, baseball, tennis, and ping pong. I can afford to give up basketball.”
“…Damn it.”
Teasing her friend, Flame walked over to the bench and wiped her sweat with a towel. Feeling too lazy to put the towel back, she just draped it over her neck and gulped down an ion drink. As she did, she sensed someone approaching.
“…Hello.”
“Huh? Oh, Aiselle. You don’t usually like exercise, right?”
Aiselle, with her blue hair tied back, was also dressed in gym clothes, much like Flame. Although she regularly did basic endurance training, she wasn’t particularly fond of sports, so her appearance in such attire seemed rather odd.
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“I just… thought I’d shoot around to clear my head.”
“Hey, you’ll do fine.”
With her trait [Jack of All Trades], Aiselle would probably reach a decent skill level with just a little practice. Even so, she’d still fall far short of Ma Yuseong, who possessed the [Legendary Whirlwind Shot] trait.
“You seem like you’ve got something on your mind. I think I know what it’s about, though.”
Baek Yu-seol being sick. Just that fact alone would make several people feel uneasy.
…And honestly, Flame also couldn’t stop thinking about it to the point where it was driving her crazy, but she was trying her best not to dwell on it.
Because it would feel like losing if she worried about him first.
“I heard he still drags himself out to eat during meals. He’s probably not dying.”
There were reports from here and there that during lunch or dinner, Baek Yu-seol, looking like a complete mess with a hat pulled low, would still show up to eat.
“Well, I guess…”
Aiselle’s concern wasn’t really about the fact that Baek Yu-seol was sick.
“Why is he sick…?”
“Huh?”
It wasn’t something Flame had thought about, so she hadn’t considered that question at all.
“I mean, does it really matter?”
“I guess not…”
Now that she thought about it, it did seem strange.
Baek Yu-seol, who seemed sturdier than steel and always looked like he’d never even caught a cold in his life, was suddenly lying in bed for three days, looking like a recluse.
Moreover, Eltemon Eltrine himself had granted permission for his absence, which meant there had to be a serious reason behind it…
“He’s not the type to die from something like this.”
Flame confidently declared.
The Baek Yu-seol she knew could reverse time and survive the cracks of dimensions. The thought of him wasting away from some illness was utterly preposterous.
“If you’re that worried, why don’t you just go check on him?”
“I already did… He said he was fine.”
“Then he’s fine.”
Having rested enough, Flame stood up and said casually.
“From what I can tell, he’ll dust himself off and be walking around like normal in no time.”
“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”
T h is wa s c o p i ed f r o m ki n g m t l .o r g
Relieved by Flame’s words, Aiselle smiled and nodded.
“Yeah. So stop worrying and focus on what you need to do.”
And then.
Later that night.
“…Sigh.”
Flame couldn’t take it anymore. The thought of Baek Yu-seol wouldn’t leave her mind, so she ended up sneaking out in the middle of the night, heading to the boys’ dormitory.
Although it wasn’t strictly forbidden for a girl to visit the boys’ dormitory at Stella Academy, if she were caught by the dorm head at this hour, it wouldn’t just end with a demerit.
It was the kind of reckless action that could be considered risking one’s life(?).
“My life…”
Thankfully, Baek Yu-seol lived in the S-Class dormitory, a place with very few people passing through, so at this late hour, it was rare to run into anyone.
She just needed to quietly meet with Baek Yu-seol and return.
That’s what she thought.
“…Flame?”
“Ugh.”
Until she ran into Feng Hwarang of the first-year S-Class, who happened to be out for a late-night stroll.
“Damn, you scared me… Why are you wandering around at this hour for no reason?”
“…I think that’s my line. This is the boys’ dormitory. Do you have some business here?”
“Uh, yeah. I do.”
She tried to hide the fact that she was there to check on Baek Yu-seol, but the more she tried to hide it, the more awkward it felt, so she just ended up blurting it out.
“I’m here to see Baek Yu-seol.”
“…I see.”
“Ugh, I heard he’s really unwell. They mentioned he didn’t even show up for dinner today. I brought some porridge to give to him.”
“That’s… unnecessary.”
Feng Hwarang pointed toward Baek Yu-seol’s dorm room. In front of it, there were small boxes and envelopes, likely left by a few students who had brought food out of concern for him.
“Like it’s the same thing? The important part is the sincerity. I personally made this porridge, there’s no way Baek Yu-seol could refuse it.”
After confidently saying that, Flame headed toward Baek Yu-seol’s dormitory and knocked—well, more like gently tapped on the door.
“Hey, open up. It’s your big sis.”
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The door didn’t open.
Feng Hwarang hesitated and said, “It’s not going to open. He hasn’t opened the door for anyone yet…”
But before he could finish speaking, the door creaked open, and a haggard-looking Baek Yu-seol peeked out. Seeing her chance, Flame pushed the door fully open and slipped inside.
Click!
The hallway of the S-Class boys’ dormitory grew silent after Flame disappeared.
After standing there for a moment with a conflicted expression, Feng Hwarang pulled on a track jacket and walked down the hallway.
He had originally planned to go for a refreshing night walk under the moonlight, but it seemed it was going to be a rather restless night instead.
End of Chapter
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