An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 124: The Training Angel (2)

Supplementary classes for students with excellent grades.

Just looking at the name, it sounds like a really contradictory class. Do you give extra lessons to children who get good grades? Of course, the world is wide, so there may be such a perverted school.

Jungang Elementary School was such a school.

‘This is a supplementary class for students with excellent grades. Just hearing the name, it’s a class that seems like it’s really just studying.’

Currently, the referee is warming up in the basement of the faculty building, in a secret facility called Classroom 0.

0 Classroom literally means the first classroom of the central academy, where the first professor, Dean Iriel, taught the first students of the central academy, now called professors.

With the special lessons of Dean Lee El, Park Jin-ho, Lusa, and Klein became stronger heroes than ordinary heroes.

‘And Professor Rebecca and other professors who came in later also took this class.’

Classes made by professors to professors.

Teaching that bridges the gap between the superman and the transcendent.

Hearing these words, this class seems like a huge opportunity and an event that should never be missed.

‘But nothing is free in this world.’

The referee swallows dry saliva,

I looked at Class 0 once again.

‘A clean white room with nothing, but obviously… I can smell the blood.’

There was a thick smell of blood that had not gone away even with cleaning. It means that there was too much blood to disappear with just physical cleaning.

A class with a lot of blood.

But the referee did not back down.

“professor. Ready.”

With those words, a shadow appears in the white space where there was no shadow. Three professors standing in the shadows.

“Hey, the referee is still young. And only first grade. But they are already conducting supplementary classes for students with excellent grades. That dangerous thing… … .”

One was Klein, a professor who couldn’t hide his anxiety, and the head of the Magic Department.

“But look at those eyes, the referee decided to become a warrior. You are asking for strength to protect what you have to protect.”

Rusa made a depressed expression as if it had nothing to do with it.

“Yes, it is the duty of the professors to do their best to help the student if he wants to be strong.”

The last one is the Vice President of the Central Academy,

It was Park Jin-ho.

“We will do our best to fulfill that duty.”

With the consent of the three professors,

The white space gradually darkens.

“Class will start soon. get ready”

“Reference, you will learn a lot. I don’t know if that’s good or not.”

“If it’s too hard, you can give up. That said, no one will ever insult the referee.”

The referee looked at the professors full of worry,

He smiled brightly like an angel.

“Do not worry!”

The referee’s voice was confident. The referee already knew how the supplementary classes for high-achieving students worked. And there was an angle that I could roughly break it.

“I will definitely come back after class!”

But what is there to be afraid of?

‘The referee, even before this dreadful class… You are being brave.’

However, the professors who did not know this had no choice but to think that the referee was a very brave child.

Even if it turns out that he can’t do anything like fighting, the referee is definitely a warrior. The professors had no choice but to admit that fact.

And once again I was impressed.

“Yeah, have a good trip.”

A little longer than that momentary,

The referee’s vision flickered.

Replenishment classes for students with excellent grades have begun.

* * *

These are the supplementary classes for high-achieving students that the referee knows.

‘If the secret skill of the Eastern Academy is to summon a previous life and possess the student, the supplementary class for high-achieving students is to call in and break through the limits of the present.’

Have you ever heard of self-discipline training or self-grooming? Here, self-denial (克己) means to overcome oneself, and it means to break through one’s own limits through training.

‘And the superhumans also use the word self-denial.’

There is a saying for superhumans that it is a dramatic technique. This technique, sometimes called self-denial, has the same meaning as self-denial of self-discipline training.

The art of defeating oneself.

That’s extreme technology.

So, what do you need to do to master the dramatic technique?

‘So the dean, Iriel, thought. Doppelgangers, replicators, research these things… A class that calls out the perfect self and fights the battle, literally overcoming oneself.’

In order to acquire dramatic techniques, it was necessary to defeat the perfectly cloned self.

What if you don’t win?

What if I don’t win?

The referee didn’t even think about it that far.

“hi.”

Someone walks out from there. Brilliant blonde hair and noble emerald eyes. And a pure smile that doesn’t look malicious at all.

An unforgettable beautiful boy.

That’s right… … .

‘Wow. That was me.’

It was a duplicate referee.

The cloned referee was very similar to the referee, but in important ways, and was very similar to the main referee, but something was different.

The clone referee had an invisible malice. The kind of malice that the Demon King spewed out a few weeks ago.

“You are finally seeing this. fake me.”

The replica referee said to the referee with annoyance.

“Go, fake me? The fake is you.”

“Heh, you are a fake who believes in yourself as an angel, serves the world that has abused us for no reason, and forgets your miserable past.”

The replica referee was furious. His angelic face begins to tremble.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t forgotten anything!”

“okay? Why doesn’t the forgotten child take revenge on this world? Why don’t you take revenge on the superhuman gangs with the power of trampling on dragons, deceive people with the power to heal creation, and support the tyrants with the blessing of anointing the king to gain power?”

The replica referee shouted once more.

“We deserve it. Damn the world anyway, you deserve to ascend the throne and repay people for the despair we felt!”

“… This world will not perish.”

“Do not lie. we saw The real power of the Demon King… The power of the only archangel left in this world.”

“That, that.”

The referee’s voice lowered slightly. Why does the clone referee say this? Why the hell?

‘No, I understand a little.’

That was the referee’s unconscious. That was the referee’s song of sadness and despair. It was the struggle of a young child who had to endure crying under the sofa for the rest of his life.

‘Yeah, that’s why it was so extreme. To conquer yourself is… … .’

The referee bit his lip and looked at the duplicate referee once more.

“I will kill you, and I will become the real referee.”

“I can’t let it be like that.”

“why?”

The replica referee took a stance. The posture of the archangel’s martial arts, trampling on the same dragon as the referee.

“Now I have something to protect.”

The two referees jumped at each other. At the same time, fists and fists collided, cracking the floor, and using the shock wave to pull the upper body backwards, they threw somersault kicks at each other.

The faces of the two boys turning with the sound of pagjak.

“Ugh.”

“Ugh.”

The two boys immediately healed their faces.

“Is there anything I need to protect?”

“okay.”

“Are you talking about those warrior candidates? It’s just a tool to deal with the Demon Lord. It’s a factory that supplies angelic power, and it’s something that we can throw away mercilessly for our own benefit.”

The replica referee looked at the referee with a hopeful expression.

“Maybe all the things I did for the sake of the angelic powers and profit… Was it really a meaningless joke?”

“… … .”

The two boys moved fast enough to leave a hallucination of each other, and began to unleash the skills used by the royals of the World Tree.

Fairy fighting, bomb pine cones.

A fist with the unique vitality of Fairy Fighting explodes on top of the opponent’s guard.

A shock wave of speculation that penetrates the guard.

The two boys, who had defended each other’s hearts, felt their hearts squeezed by the shock wave and bled.

“Explain. Were you fooling around? How in the world have you been subjected to such a foolish slavery?”

“… yes.”

The referee said, wiping the blood with his sleeve.

“I won’t lie anymore. right.”

“How could that be? Have you forgotten that we in our previous lives were attacked by superhumans? Who are we ignoring? What the hell is that hatred and resentment… … .”

The replica referee shook his head.

“No? Was it for profit? It was for money, fame and power. It was to rule as a victor in this world! Have you really turned into an angel-like stupid creature?”

“… I.”

“Tell me no!”

A fast-paced seal.

Klein magic, Thanatos’ obsidian spear.

This magic, which uses a combination of blue mana and black mana, was famous for being an instant skill, but also boasting very good performance.

Two black ice spears collide with each other in the air. Pacha Chang- With that sound, somewhere dreamy rain of black crystals begins to pour.

Slowly filled with magic,

But definitely to the ground.

“There’s something I don’t know yet.”

Even the cute gray-haired witch said there were still things she didn’t know. He said he had no choice but to live until he knew it.

“And I have a world I want to see.”

Even a beautiful girl with pink hair said that there is a world she wants to see. He said he threw himself away because he wanted to see the world.

“So I decided to live as an angel.”

“Shut up, fake.”

A clone referee who is utterly hated.

The referee once again kept his distance and thought about the technique the duplicate referee would use.

‘0 Classroom, this space is like a barrier.’

And this barrier is probably a barrier that supports replica referees. If it’s really purely a fight between yourself and yourself… No other genius students, including Yoo Si-hyeon, had such a hard time.

‘All of the abilities, combat experience, and combat sense you have… We have to fight the same doppelganger as ourselves, but the environment puts us at a much more disadvantageous position.’

If so, you can’t win with the orthodox method.

A battle that can only be won by completely overpowering yourself beyond literally jumping over yourself.

Truly extreme in itself.

“After being beaten like that, even if I vowed to live for myself, it wasn’t enough… what? You want to protect those women?”

“Yeah, you know.”

“I will kill you and I will become real. Only then will I be able to live as a victor without doing useless things like angels anymore.”

The referee smiled upon hearing that.

And open the status window.

“You can’t.”

“What?”

—

Referee Lv.30

Race: angel

HP: 600/600 MP: 400/400

Strength: 50

Agility: 34

Horsepower: 40

Paranormal Ability: 9

angelic calendar: 345

Cooking Lv.10 (Master), Repair Lv.1, Cleaning Lv.3, Crafting Lv.1 Fairy Fighting Lv.6, Jin-Changing Swordsmanship Lv.6, Klein Type Magic Lv.6

—

Archangel’s martial arts that trample down dragons Lv.9 (Critical Reach)

Healing Lv.8 of the Archangel who survives in creation

Blessings of Angels Anointing the King Lv.7

The footsteps of a reverse angel who walks through the night Lv.6

Angel Kwon’s Light Lv.5 that illuminates the world

—

Before starting supplementary classes for students with excellent grades, the referee gathered a lot of angelic power through volunteer clubs and warrior friends.

‘And I barely collected the 300 needed to raise one stat.’

＜Consuming 300 angelic power to enhance paranormal ability from 9 to 10.>

＜Angel power has been consumed.>

＜All stats exceed 10!>

＜All stats have exceeded 10, currently 6 people. It was in the top 10 rankings.>

＜The achievement is updated.>

The replica referee asked.

“I can’t? Don’t be pretentious.”

“No, you can’t.”

＜Acquisition of Achievement: All Master>

“You are trapped only in the pain of the past.”

A new energy begins to enter the referee’s body. This special energy that does not exist in replica referees and exists only in referees… … .

“But I am moving into the future.”

It was so powerful that no one could ignore it.