The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Chapter 147 – Who’s That Woman Beside Me? (2)

The dim dawn.

The day broke, and the air was cold. The wind blew just right, making it cool.

So, I felt good.

Dungeon.

The place where it was located looked like a crater where dozens of bombs had exploded.

Hundreds of people.

Perhaps even a thousand people might have been there.

That place disappeared.

Because I erased it with the power of three divine names.

‘To be precise, it’s a slightly different story.’

I expanded the dungeon’s size with the power of the divine names.

And there, I killed the Demon King and sent others outside.

In the process, the dungeon was erased.

‘Still, all the dungeon rewards came in.’

After a brief contemplation, I pressed the SS-grade ticket.

Wind God’s power.

It was more useful than I thought.

I was able to push back the Demon King and the Mighty King.

Then, there was something I must prioritize.

Gathering the parts of the Wind God.

‘It seems like a martial art created by someone with similar or lesser talent than mine who really put thought into it.’

Should it be called martial arts?

It contained a power referred to as ‘mystical.’

The unique traits of this world.

It exhibited power while ignoring the laws of the world.

For example, my unique trait, Eternity.

Eternity possessed the power to influence time.

Such power was imbued in martial arts.

The Wind God’s power was ostensibly wind, but it also encompassed other attributes.

Space.

And nothingness.

An attribute that seemed to combine those two powers.

Void.

While its versatility was narrower than my basic attribute, the heavenly attribute, it wielded formidable power.

Therefore, if there was something related to the Wind God, I wanted to choose that.

‘If my Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor simply destroyed it.’

Things that existed.

Things that did not exist. Notions, concepts, forms.

Break everything.

And the power of the Wind God was similar to mine.

[You have used the SS-grade ticket.]
Categories appeared on the translucent screen. However, there was no kindness like when I had the S-grade.

Rather than a classification, it just felt like things of this grade were so few they were gathered in one place.

I calmly observed and chose one.

[Transparent Mystic Armor (SS)]
Transparent mystic armor. No sense of wear.
– Halves techniques and traits below S-grade.
– Ignores techniques and traits below A-grade.
– Reflects all techniques and traits below B-grade.
‘Seems useful for dealing with small fry.’

Then I chose a power of the Wind God.

[Blessing of the Wind God (SS)]
Contains the power of the Wind God.
– Receives the blessing of the Wind God.
– Realizes the void.
When I wielded the Wind God’s Spear, the blessing of the Wind God was bestowed.

But if it was among my unique traits, couldn’t I use it constantly?

Or if the rank was high, wouldn’t there be something better?

‘Or maybe.’

The power of two unique traits could be combined.

[The blessing of the Wind God (SS) is bestowed in the unique traits slot.]
[It can be combined with the blessing of the Wind God on the Wind God’s Spear. Would you like to combine them?]
[The blessing of the Wind God (SS) evolves to the blessing of the Wind God (SS+).]
Whoosh.

The wind blew.

I felt as if my presence was fading while becoming more distinct.

‘Aha.’

Reaching this level, I seemed to understand what the Wind God aimed for.

‘If I wanted to destroy everything.’

The Wind God was just…

I stopped my thoughts there.

As I pondered various things, Yoo Eunchae walked over, her footsteps steady.

A weary face with strangely excited crimson eyes.

Her gaze was peculiar.

Eyes that seemed sure yet lacked confidence.

And yet.

Something akin to her ‘faith’ was directed at me.

“Is it over?”

“You could say that.”

“But you’re really ignorant.”

“It’s a bit uncomfortable to hear that from someone truly ignorant.”

“No, where else can you find someone as smart as me?!”

“Smart, my foot. More like a blockhead.”

In anger, I flicked Yoo Eunchae’s forehead.

With a snap! sound, Yoo Eunchae’s upper body fell backward.

“Ouch…”

“So, what’s your business?”

“What was that?”

“A divine name.”

“…Was it a god?”

“Seems like it.”

“If not, then it’s not. What do you mean by ‘seems like it’?”

Because I didn’t know either.

To be honest, I only had a hunch.

God of Magic, Han Seojin.

I thought he could be stronger than that.

No, perhaps even stronger than the God of Martial Arts. I guessed he might be stronger than Han Seojin, who held that position.

And it was true.

‘Thinking about it, if I hadn’t fallen behind, I might have seized all the positions of the gods.’

Thinking that way, I realized I truly was extraordinary.

Until now, all the gods were just chaff.

In terms of rank alone, I had become similar to the Demon God.

‘It’s merely a possibility drawn from all timelines.’

Parallel worlds.

A universe where branching points diverged due to certain actions.

It was something that could only be achieved by drawing all possibilities from there.

But.

Whatever it was, I had become a god, hadn’t I?

The original Han Seojin… In other words, the Han Seojin from the fourth iteration struggled as much as he could but was ‘fixed’ as the Demon King of Eternity.

Thinking about it that way, I really was quite something.

“……Can’t you tell me?”

Yoo Eunchae’s words.

I propped my chin up.

Couldn’t I tell her? That’s not it.

It was just… my first life.

The life of Han Seojin, the pro gamer, was uncomfortable for me.

Everything was a first in that life.

First death, first loss, first victory.

Everything was the first time.

I achieved all of that before I turned 30 and then died.

Losing all of that was not easy for me.

Especially since I fell into the primitive medieval era.

In my second life, I had sealed a significant portion of those memories.

They gradually unraveled as I reincarnated again.

Still, it was quite a difficult experience for me.

‘Though it’s not particularly hard now.’

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Should I talk or not?

I recalled my first meeting with Yoo Eunchae. I made various excuses to take her as my disciple.

In fact, there was no need to.

‘Is it fate?’

Should I call it a thread of connection?

Something like that existed between her and me.

Very faint, but there.

God of Magic.

And through the games, civilization, and the God of Victory, Han Seojin realized.

Probably.

With high probability, Yoo Eunchae was.

A person related to my first reincarnation.

Yoo Eunchae looked at Han Seojin with her crimson eyes.

Hair fluttering in the wind, eyes shining blue.

Many things were different compared to him.

But his two past lives were also incomprehensible.

Each left enormous footprints.

Purple Tower Master.

And Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

Those two were monsters. Then, if she thought differently.

‘If.’

If.

If he was some kind of being, and if he was a being that continually reincarnated.

It made sense.

If that person had initially become a mage.

Because if it was him, it would be possible.

However.

Even though she was full of conviction, Yoo Eunchae couldn’t be sure.

Because.

‘The personality is just too different.’

The Han Seojin she knew didn’t have that kind of personality.

He wasn’t someone who would resort to violence against anyone.

He gave unconditional trust to those who followed him, like a steadfast World Tree.

He always smiled brightly at fans, offering hugs or handshakes.

He didn’t frown even when facing his original self, which was different from now.

He was a man who would smile brightly and say thank you for the support, offering a handshake or a hug.

Therefore.

It didn’t make sense. If it was that man, his achievements made sense.

A man who was even called a god descended to the human world.

There were no controversies, and if any arose, it was only due to tabloid journalists or other teams forcibly creating them to tear him down.

He wasn’t someone whose character could be ruined like that.

Tying weights to a perfectly fine disciple and throwing them into water just because it was efficient training.

Or, saying real combat practice was important, he’d tell his disciples to attack and then yell, “How dare you show murderous intent to your master!!” while beating them up.

Burning perfectly fine disciples because it was efficient training.

Or looking at someone with a gaze that said, “What should I do with this fool?” when asked something.

Professor Han Seojin was such an existence.

But this person couldn’t possibly be a god.

No way.

It shouldn’t be.

However, Yoo Eunchae witnessed it.

An overwhelming score. A score she couldn’t even imagine.

A score at least a hundred times different from her own.

Though she almost blasphemed the gods.

She couldn’t blaspheme the gods.

If Professor Han Seojin was really that person.

‘It shouldn’t be possible.’

Truly.

It shouldn’t be possible.

Yoo Eunchae squeezed her eyes shut.

“Are you curious?”

A youthful voice.

She always thought his voice was good.

But when the unlikely possibility overlapped.

‘Damn.’

She couldn’t lift her head straight.

‘Why on earth is she acting like that?’

At first, the guy who was curious had his face buried.

Seeing that, I thought it wouldn’t matter if I let it pass like this.

Such thoughts.

I looked around. Other people were starting to come to their senses.

“Whew, this dungeon was quite a tough one.”

“…….”

“Of course, you were the most active.

But I, too, did my part…….“

“The one who only bought red items and died over ten times each round?”

“…….”

I silenced the loudly chattering Green Forest King.

The Sea King watched this and quietly came over.

“Hahaha, well. Barely made it to the top ranks.”

“…….”

“Don’t stare at me like that. I did my part, you know.”

He did contribute, in a way.

Because the Green Forest King and Sea King were too reckless, he was less so.

Shin Yura and Nam Hyerin were also regaining their composure.

The problem was, the other guys were gradually pulling themselves together too.

High Realm, they weren’t the problem.

If there was anyone causing us trouble right now…

“It’s those Supreme Realm guys.”

I looked at them with a crooked posture.

The Supreme Realm beings, excluding our group.

“The Emperor of the Empire, the communist reds gnawing at the martial world, and the blue woman.”

A chilling voice.

It was the voice of death. As if nurturing the attribute of death, it stood at the boundary of life and death.

Though it was fanciful to call it life and death, it was just undead.

‘Looks quite dangerous.’

They came here and gained nothing.

We also seemed to have gained nothing interesting on the surface.

However…

My name was exposed.

On the ranking board.

My name was exposed there.

Under the name Han Seojin, I garnered an overwhelming score.

It was safe to say there were few who didn’t know me.

I hid it fairly well, but I was involved in major incidents.

The white-faced gold-haired incident quietly buried in the U.S.

Yet those who knew, knew it through word of mouth.

And it was related to the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

It was related to the Insect Dragon King.

There were many who were keeping an eye on me.

“The Emperor of the Empire, the Communist Elf in Green Forest, and the crazy blue elf who loves nature and demolishes buildings with tidal waves.”

The five of them formed a formation of sorts and watched us.

They were assessing us.

‘The visible power is three for now.’

The Emperor, the Green Forest King, and the Sea King.

My aura began to be blocked as I started to comprehend the technique.

However, rumors would have spread.

Han Seojin’s power was said to be similar to the Supreme Realm.

‘Hmm…….’

I looked at them.

With a gaze that said, just leave if possible.

If I revealed my power here, rumors would inevitably spread.

Even I would not be able to control thousands of people.

However, they were still watching us.

“Your gaze is too provocative?”

The woman dressed as a witch looked at me.

“Are you suggesting a fight?”

“Well, there’s no reason we can’t. In terms of strength, we’re currently in a better position.”

“Are you planning to kill the Emperor? If the Emperor is killed, we’ll have to go to war with the Empire.”

“What would the Empire fear? Those who flaunt their power in the Mongolian region. The Earth is quite vast, and if we decide to hide, it won’t be a big issue.”

“What is it that you want to gain from this?”

“Han Seojin. Hand him over. I heard the highest reward from this dungeon is SS rank.”

They looked at me.

Their eyes were quite triumphant. Five of the Supreme Realm against three. If they clashed, the three would be broken.

There might be casualties on their side, but the probability was low.

So, naturally, they threatened as if a fight would break out, saying that they only needed to hand me over.

“I can’t hand over a person from the Empire just because I’m tempted by treasure.”

“A human of the Empire? You mean that human?”

“Indeed. I value talented individuals quite highly. That’s why I accept those with talent into the Empire. It’s also the reason the Empire can prosper.”

“Impressive indeed. You’ve even managed to place quite a few people in that famous boundary.”

In other words, it also meant that there weren’t many in the Supreme Realm.

And that was actually the case.

“Wow, you’ve mellowed out a lot.”

“…Well, if I were alone, I would have charged in.”

“Tsk tsk.”

I clicked my tongue and looked at them.

I calculated.

‘Though they’re the Supreme Realm, one is a hollow husk.’

That meant it would be a tough fight.

If I calculated the odds of winning against them, it was less than 10%.

No, I might have to use Manifestation of Thoughts.

If I were to fight alone, that was.

I twisted my lips.

“If you kneel, I’ll let you live.”

“…?”

I would spare them, if they kneeled.