Chapter 107

Chapter 107

From Cosmic Rascal to Professor.

Episode 107: A Prudent College Life (7).

A strong shock is necessary to change a person’s perception, especially in human relationships. Suppose you want to demonstrate a complete transformation. In that case, the method is simple: consistently act in a manner that contradicts their original impression of you and do so genuinely. Then, at the right moment, reveal the truth.

“…So, you’re saying you’re not Aidel von Reinhardt?”

After two weeks of discussing physics intricacies, revealing my true identity significantly altered Ire’s perception. She seemed to think, ‘Is this guy crazy?’

“So you’re actually someone from another world who read my writings, fell into this world, and now you’re pursuing another Ph.D.?”

“Yes. It’s true.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

I understood her skepticism; I would have doubted it, too. Yet, the evidence was overwhelming, including her name, skills, sponsor, the name and number of the Outer God attached to her, and events from the previous round. As I presented all this, Ire’s face turned pale.

[Mental state]

Confused.

“……Even if what you say is true, there’s no guarantee you’re a good person. So prove it. Prove that you’re not a bad guy.”

I chuckled and pulled a security alarm from my pocket. “If I pull this, Sonia will come running, no matter how far. And you can’t beat Sonia as long as you’re here.”

“So? What are you going to do with that?”

“Gamble.”

I placed the alarm on the ground, kicked it away, and pressed the button to release her restraints. As the devices loosened, Ire collapsed helplessly to the ground, staggering and leaning against the wall. Her attempt to stand resembled a newborn kangaroo struggling.

I offered her a chair. Sitting down, Ire caught her breath, her eyes red and shedding dark, bloody tears.

“Finally, finally…”

An ominous aura filled the air.

The Outer God Flowing ‘Steel like the Earth’ has devoured the ‘Altar of Skulls’ and absorbed the black hole energy.

A storm phenomenon occurs!

The ether energy of the Holy Spirit temporarily dissipates!

Click.

Ire Hazlen—now Safaul—drew a gun. “I guess I can kill you, human. Farewell.”

The first bullet grazed my earlobe—a close call.

“What? I definitely aimed for the forehead, ugh!”

Ire’s consciousness was still fighting back. I seized the moment to strike her wrist, causing the gun to vanish, though she quickly conjured another.

There’s only one way to avoid gunfire: get close. I kicked Ire’s lower abdomen, bent her knee, and made her kneel. “You… anticipated this…?”

“You know that just because it’s a holy sanctuary doesn’t mean it’s 100% safe, right? Anyway, you were daydreaming during our conversation, weren’t you?”

Safaul twisted his body with a strange smile. “Don’t underestimate me.”

My survival instincts kicked in, and I instinctively distanced myself just as countless iron bars shot up from where I had stood. If even one had hit me, it would have been instant death.

“How dare an inferior life form provoke our race. You shall pay the price for doing that.”

“Butthurt?”

“What?”

I was surprised by my own words, but I couldn’t stop now.

“Honestly, it’s ridiculous that an Outer God would get butthurt by something like this. Getting all scared over making just one resonator. Oh my, how cute. Outer Gods aren’t all that, huh?”

Facing death, I was just spouting nonsense. Was this a survival instinct, too?

Rumble.

The room began to vibrate like waves.

“…Indeed, you must die here.”

I also smiled grimly. The time limit was 30 minutes. During that period, I needed to prevent Safaul from escaping while ensuring my own safety until the effect of the Holy Spirit’s blessing returned and Ire regained her sanity.

“Bring it on, you coward.”

I must endure.

Me: So

Aidel has been frequenting the Southern Holy Spirit’s Hospital lately?

Ceti, Not only did he buy that sanctum with your money, but

He hasn’t even come out to see us?

Ceti: For real

He’s a bad guy

He doesn’t listen to a word I say

I only trust Rustila

The 20 billion loss had regressed Ceti into a childlike state.

Rustila, having accepted a murder contract, was en route to confront Aidel, accompanied by Verdia and Zermel, who now acted more like servants than overseers.

“You even brought the sword, miss.”

“If there’s an emergency, you know. Like if Aidel is in danger or having an affair─”

“Excuse me. You two aren’t even dating yet.”

“Yeah. So if something unexpected happens, I’ll try to talk to the other person first.”

The two androids shivered under Rustila’s sharp gaze.

As soon as they arrived at the sanctuary, Sonia, Aidel’s personal android, known for her stern expression, greeted them.

“Long time no see, Miss.”

“I’m looking for Aidel. Do you know where he is?”

“The young master is in the recovery room over there. He said not to let anyone in unless there’s a special signal… Miss, please come back! Miss!”

Rustila hurried to the door, puzzled by Aidel’s silence to her messages. Mixed feelings of suspicion, worry, and anger surged within her.

Before knocking, she pressed her ear against the soundproof door. Enhancing her senses with ether, she faintly heard groans—one female, one male—interspersed with the sound of something rolling on the floor.

Startled, Rustila grabbed the doorknob, which was securely locked from the inside.

“Rusti, something’s strange. I sense an odd energy from inside.”

Vega, her sponsor, advised.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind. Rustila immediately drew her sword, heated it, and in one swift motion, sliced the door perfectly, revealing the scene inside.

“Aidel! Ai, del…?”

The smell of sweat and the humid, murky mist assaulted her senses as she looked down at the floor.

“Die, just die!”

A girl was straddling Aidel, wielding a dagger. Aidel was desperately resisting. It was a tense struggle.

“Rustila, you came just in time! Help me…!”

Quickly assessing the situation, Rustila realized Aidel was not at fault—it was just another stray cat targeting the handsome and talented Aidel.

“What are you doing to my Aidel!!”

Rustila kicked the girl to the ground, shocked by her own reaction, but soon corrected her thinking. The strange aura from the girl was unmistakably that of an Outer God.

“Rusti, that kid is being controlled.”

Aidel rolled over and lay in front of the door.

“Ah, damn, it hurts like hell.”

“Are you, are you okay?”

“I’m okay but not okay. More than that, thanks for showing up just in time. There’s really no one else like you…”

‘There’s no one else like you.’ Those words made Rustila’s heart, usually calm through countless drills, begin to pound.

Rustila caressed her flushed cheek and looked straight ahead. The girl had been taken over by the Outer God and had tried to kill Aidel. However, the intimate physical struggle, the bodies pressing and rubbing against each other, could never be forgiven.

“What is it? Are you guys here to die, too?”

The girl drew a gun from the air.

“Then you have to die.”

Rustila felt the flow of ether, which was gradually gathering again. The Outer God could only struggle for a few more minutes at most.

Recalling her training with Naier, Rustila quickly and concisely subdued the girl without causing fatal harm using an Omega-level Conversion technique: .

With Rustila’s strike, the entire recovery room was purified. The massive stellar energy neutralized all the Pron, leaving Safaul unable to use his Pron-based techniques. He resorted to martial arts but was easily beaten by Sonia, who had followed Rustila.

Thus, the situation was resolved, reducing the influence of one less Outer God in Ire’s mind and causing Safaul to lose the trust of his comrades. They would likely split up soon—an unintended but significant gain.

Amazed, I couldn’t help but admire Rustila’s ability to freely use Omega-grade techniques.

“Ha, I almost died in vain. Rustila, as expected, there’s no one but you.”

I hugged Rustila tightly.

“Ugh, ugh.”

“Oh, right. My clothes are dirty now. Sorry.”

Just as I was about to pull away,

Rustila hugged me back even tighter. The warm and tender touch, the sound of a beating heart, the fleeting floral scent—everything felt vivid.

Rustila whispered seductively in my ear, “… That’s all you need to know.”

Ah, wait a minute. This position might be a bit dangerous.

Zelnya sat idly in the student cafeteria, missing Aidel’s company. As a result, she ate alone, her lunch consisting of cube steak with chopped onions. Normally, she would give about half of these onions to Aidel, as his father had requested.

“Why do I have to take care of his son’s diet?”

Zelnya grumbled but had no choice. In the future, when she advanced in her studies, Aidel would be a constant presence. Listening well would lead to good grades and a successful career path.

For weeks, she had fed Aidel onions, beans, oysters, eels, crabs, shrimp, sesame seeds, and pumpkins, especially onions, always accompanied by vitamins, as requested by his father.

Suddenly curious, Zelnya looked up the benefits of onions while chewing her steak.

The main component of onion smell is allicin. When combined with vitamin B1, it creates allithiamine, which enhances vitality.

“What.”

Additionally, selenium and magnesium in onions promote the secretion of sex hormones.

“What!”

Vitamin B stimulates the parasympathetic nerves, increasing sexual arousal, and quercetin improves prostate function.

“……”

In the southern region, newlyweds share onion dishes to ensure a passionate night.

Zelnya threw her phone.

…Knowledge increased.