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“Shinwoo, so what happened?”

“Confucius! What happened?”

“I don’t know, Lehu. It seems like it’s going smoothly for now?”

“Please explain how that happens!”

“Confucius, please take care of me too!”

The next day.

Hyeji and Jeong Ayeon rushed towards me.

Since I had nothing to worry about, I simply told them what had happened at the faculty meeting.

However, the details regarding the coat are a bit ambiguous.

Hyeji knew what my coat was, but Jeong Ayeon had no idea.

After I finished speaking, the two of them were deep in thought about something.

“Well, that’s what happened.”

“So Shinwoo, what is the ability you have awakened?”

“I don’t know. How would I know that?”

Meanwhile, the numbers above Hyeji and Jeong A-yeon’s heads each go up.

Two mirror shards appear simultaneously.

I can’t figure out what the principle is.

[My dear, it seems to me that fragments of the future are created according to the physical distance from you.]

‘So it happens when you’re close and doesn’t happen when you’re far?’

[Yes. However, the range doesn’t seem to be that large.]

‘It doesn’t matter since it’s a melee character anyway. It’s a shame that it doesn’t appear from far away.’

I think it was probably because he was a marksman who only focused on close range.

‘I heard that these days, Taekwondo gyms teach shooting and coding. I should have received early training.’

[Can you do it with your head?]

‘There’s no point in poking me with facts, you punk.’

At that moment, Hyeji spoke to me again.

“Shinwoo, then what do you use to register your abilities?”

“I guess you could roughly write it as body strengthening?”

“Will that work? It’s basic for a hunter to strengthen their body.”

“I think so too.”

“I don’t know. They pay you to do that, so you have to pay for the salary you ate.”

The government will probably reject it like crazy.

Is it possible to only strengthen the body without even knowing what the ability is?

It would be more credible to say that a Middle Easterner wearing AirPods came as a refugee.

As if on cue, the classroom door opens with a creak.

The front door of the classroom is quite spacious. It is large enough for several people to pass through without any problems.

But it didn’t seem to be the case for anyone coming through that door.

The way he came in, bending over so that he took up most of the space.

I looked into it to see what kind of person he was.

The person who came in was an old man from Choro.

But he was not just any old man, he was something extraordinary.

Hejin’s uniform. Muscles that look like they’re going to burst. And countless scars, big and small, embroidered on top of them like a picture.

Gray hair tangled here and there. A white beard hanging down below the chin. Copper-colored skin.

That alone made me guess that the life he lived was not an easy one.

Above all, his sharp eyes make the word old person seem meaningless.

The old man was glaring with eyes so sharp they seemed to pierce through anything.

While everyone is quiet due to the pressure, the old man slowly walks towards the podium.

I was just walking.

But each and every one of those movements made us cringe.

Like a herbivore trembling in front of a wild beast.

Besides, there was one more curious thing.

But that huge mass of flesh was moving.

There was absolutely no sound of footsteps.

The sight of it moving without any sound, as if it were walking on the sky.

The pressure felt by all of these things combined was not as intense as that of Kang Hyuk in serious mode, but it was enough to make me nervous.

[He’s quite a large person. Is it even correct to call him a person?]

‘You’re obviously a current pro, but why did you come to this fucking academy?’

I looked back at Hye-ji and Jeong A-yeon, thinking that the Academy was a completely normal place to be.

Hyeji’s eyes looked like, ‘What kind of animal is that?’

Other than that, it seemed like Hyeji didn’t have any particular concerns.

But Jeong Ah-yeon was a little different.

Jeong Ah-yeon’s eyes are sparkling more than ever.

It was like looking into the eyes of a sasaeng fan who had met an idol.

An old man arrived at the podium without making a sound.

He glanced around the classroom and began to speak.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Kang Jin.”

It was a classroom where there was no reaction and only silence could be felt.

Silent glances at each other as if asking who it was.

But then he said…

“He is called Cheonma (天魔) in the world.”

It was enough to make the classroom buzz.

The students began to express their admiration at the sudden appearance of Cheonma.

“Why is the top-ranking hunter, Incheonma, here!”

“Mom, I met Cheonma today!”

“Hey, but since when has Cheonma been a man?”

“You idiot! Cheonma was originally a man from the beginning!”

“That’s a real Cheonma! It’s not a figure!”

I also wonder why Cheonma came.

Moreover, in an era when the name Cheonma was considered a vulgar joke, a male Cheonma.

[Even in this day and age, there are Cheonma.]

‘For your information, these days, Cheonma Meta is all female. Byuji is third-rate.’

[Stop talking nonsense!!! The Heavenly Horse’s Heaven is Heaven! Not Heaven (賤)!]

‘If you don’t believe me, try using the Nopia search bar right now.’

“My lord! What brings you here?”

Unable to contain his growing curiosity, one student asked a question loudly.

Then a small smile appeared on Cheonma’s face.

As if he had been waiting for that question.

“Today, I came in place of my distant cousin, Kang Pil-yong.”

Cheonma, who is introduced as Professor Pil-yong’s distant relative.

I certainly remember Professor Phil Yong having a pretty big stick of rice cake.

[They are relatives, but the difference in hair thickness is quite large.]

‘Professor Phil Yong seems to have no internal energy.’

“And.”

Cheonma cleared his throat, and suddenly his eyes began to shine fiercely.

That alone is enough to strike fear into everyone.

Everyone looks at Cheonma with a mixture of awe and fear.

The devil’s mouth slowly opened.

“I heard there was a creature here that brutally defeated a man, so I came here to see for myself what kind of guy it was.”

A declaration out of nowhere.

I felt like something.

‘Who the hell controlled the drone?’

[If not you, who else would have done it?]

‘Oh shit, it was me.’

A situation where no one answers.

Perhaps feeling dissatisfied with this, Cheonma growled a little more fiercely.

“Answer who it is.”

Then, sharp gazes pierced the back of my head.

For the first time, I realized that stares can be stinging.

Meanwhile, Hyeji, who was next to me, looked at me with worried eyes.

Jeong Ah-yeon, this kid had a look in her eyes that said, ‘It was meant to be.’

Unable to bear the countless stares, I sighed and let out a gasp.

“I’m going.”

“Is that you?”

The Heavenly Horse turned its gaze towards me.

Since the door was already open, I wanted to ask what the matter was.

“So what’s going on?”

“That’s trivial.”

I suddenly got angry.

[It’s been tough from the start.]

‘I just saw you today, what the hell?’

No matter how I felt, Cheonma continued to talk.

“How dare you, a piece of trash, insult the unmanned people and throw them from the marketplace of learning to the abyss.”

“I’m afraid you might misunderstand, but those guys started the fight first.”

I was confident.

Because you were the ones who started the fight in the first place.

It means there is nothing wrong.

“Director’s Law.”

“Oh, shit.”

There was a mistake.

[Karma has come back to haunt me.]

‘I thought you wouldn’t remember since it’s episode 13.’

Jeong A-yeon, who was next to me, was looking at me with a look of admiration.

At the same time, the oppressive feeling of the Heavenly Horse focused on me.

The oppressive feeling that had been radiating from all directions in the classroom began to focus entirely on me.

“Seeing you lose to this kind of kid, my honor as a warrior has fallen to the ground.”

“If you beat them all 25 times, is that unmanned? It’s a sandbag.”

“Hmm. Now that I look at it, it seems like there are some basics.”

“Why are you doing this when it’s already decided? Are you here to fight?”

Cheonma laughs as if he finds it funny when I show my competitive spirit.

of course.

“Hah. It’s not worth fighting someone like you.”

“Then please proceed with the class.”

But that smile quickly cracked.

“Are you going to act like a student?”

“No, if you’re a daily professor, you should do what you have to do. You get paid and don’t do the work? Are all the Cheonmas like that these days?”

“Cheonma? There is only one cheonma in this world.”

Although he said it was Cheonma, he didn’t seem to know much about Cheonma.

I decided to tell you personally.

“How many Cheonmas are there? Besides, these days, the Cheonmas trend is basically women. You can tell at a glance that it’s a man, so why are you calling yourself a Cheonmas?”

“Go!!!!!!!!!!”

[This body looks good in pink.]

‘I still like black hair.’

Cheonma, who has a vein bulging out on his forehead, might be a distant relative of Professor Pil-Yong.

Of course, there were differences.

Muscles that are very assertive when you are angry.

Professor Phil Yong has not reached that level.

Because of Cheonma’s appearance, many students, except Jeong A-yeon, cowered without realizing it.

The threat wasn’t even directed at me.

“What do you dare to see in the Heavenly Horse?”

“A very strong person that no one can beat.”

As soon as he heard my answer, Cheonma let go of all his anger and muttered in satisfaction.

however.

“Yes. That’s a good answer. Then, do you know what the name of the season that made me call you Cheonma?”

“Cheonma Death Beam.”

The satisfaction didn’t last long.

[Isn’t that a Cheonma Mirror Ball?]

‘That’s something that Mr. Cutt used as a wide-range skill. It’s not a finishing move.’

At that moment, the number above Cheonma’s head went up by one.

A single mirror fragment appears at the same time.

I guess it must have been because the distance was close.

When I look into the shard of the mirror, I see the image of the Heavenly Horse raising its finger at me and firing a death beam.

The Thousand-Made Death Beam hits me straight in the face.

[If that’s true, I’ll die.]

‘That bastard really wants to kill me.’

As soon as I came back to reality, I immediately tilted my head to the side.

Immediately, the Heavenly Horse Death Beam pierced the back of my chair, and the red number above the Heavenly Horse’s head went up by one.

“Wow. You avoided this.”

“No shit, you really tried to kill me? And it’s a real death beam.”

“Go!!! This is the qi released from the fingertips!”

My life was on the line in an instant, but now I have no more fear.

There are only two things that fill my mind right now.

Anger and shit.

“As I said before, it’s ridiculous that Cheonma is a man in the first place.”

“Good. By the way, I have something to say about that too.”

“What is it?”

“I recently came across something called the Internet.”

“The Internet, the Internet.”

[You look older than your age. You can’t even pronounce a word correctly.]

‘You’re saying that because of your age? Have you lost your conscience?’

As I kept seeing my pronunciation leaking, I opened my mouth without realizing it.

“Why is your pronunciation so slurred? Is it time to go already?”

“Go!!!! Still in good spirits!!!!”

“If you need it, let me know. I’ll fit you with braces. But in good conscience, I won’t do it with Ostem.”

Cheonma gritted his teeth and continued speaking.

“Anyway, when I went there to see how great the existence of Cheonma was, the world became very strange.”

“……No, shit. Did you really search for it?”

“I tremble with rage whenever I see beings referring to the Heavenly Demon.”

It was Cheonma who was shaking his fist with veins bulging out, as if he was really angry.

“Don’t those who are not like you insult the Heavenly Demon with cooking, sorcery, childcare, and blacksmithing!”

“But those are men. This is not the platform, so go somewhere else.”

“Go!!!! Lately, aren’t women with pink hair or revealing lower bodies called Cheonma?”

“The meta has been like that recently.”

Still, he hasn’t made a loud noise yet.

Up until here, it seems like everything is okay.

But the next words were a roar that shook the classroom.

“Even green monsters, plants, and women who use witchcraft on non-inhabited islands are called Cheonma! What kind of apocalypse is this!!!”

“Why are you searching for that? By the way, if you want to take care of your mental health, it is essential to not search for yourself.”

Ego searching is crazy in the first place.

There are more than a few writers who fall into the trap of coin possession by making mistakes.

I’ll say it again, this is absolutely crazy.

“I am deeply sorry.”

“You see? That’s why I only recognize one male Heavenly Horse.”

“Are you talking about me?”

“No, the Heavenly Demon in front of you is a real Heavenly Demon that cannot be compared to anyone else.”

Cheonma began to show more anger than ever before.

It seems like he doesn’t want to admit that he is fake.

“Who is that!!!!!”

“This is Michael Jackson.”

I proudly put that name up.

Because Michael Jackson is a genius.

Then Cheonma snickered.

“Now, are you saying that bastard is a genius?”

“……What?”

He showed his sarcasm.

At that moment, my anger boiled over.

[…You? Are you okay?]

‘Are you crazy?

The boiling anger had passed the critical point and was beginning to paralyze reason.

As if he didn’t know my condition, Cheonma spoke in a tone of insignificance.

“How great is that little brat-”

I interrupted him and screamed.

“Shout!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”