༺ Conspiracy ༻
“…Si-woo?”
As soon as I gave the professor, who was radiating murderous intent, the middle finger, Seo-ah appeared to freak out.
She was probably worried about me because it would be difficult for us to beat the professor at our current level.
“Don’t worry. That guy can’t touch me anyway.”
But that guy wasn’t stupid, so he wouldn’t mess with me. Still, his head was probably on the verge of bursting right now.
He was probably asking himself questions like “Who the hell is that guy to toy with me”, “Does he have someone backing him” or “Does he know that he’s cheating?”
Unless he was as stupid as the boss I had met in the dungeon earlier, he’d know how important his actions from now on were.
As if to prove that…
“…!!!!”
He didn’t do anything to me.
He just continued to maintain that murderous intent from earlier, but didn’t do anything beyond that, even though I was constantly attacking him with my skills.
“What do you think, isn’t it fine?”
I reassured Seo-ah by continuing to attack the professor.
The implication was that the professor would never attack us.
She was a bit dumbfounded to see me so smug, but she was more relieved at the fact that the professor couldn’t take action against us.
Moreover…
“…The winner of this battle is Yu Ha-eun.”
The opponent could not keep his cool as his buff was being activated and deactivated repeatedly.
At the end of the day, he was inferior to Ha-eun in terms of basic ability, so the girl’s skills defeated him and knocked him out.
‘Perfect.’
The situation was going perfectly, just as I wanted it.
It needed just a little supplementary work, or to be more precise…
‘Making sure the professor’s psyche breaks completely.’
The only thing left was to constantly bother him until he felt an urge to kill me, not caring about anything else.
Then, my chances of success would increase exponentially.
‘There’s still quite some time before my turn, so I need to control my mana.’
I needed to adjust my mana expenditure as I would need a bit for my later plans.
This [Lesser Telekinesis] used up a lot of my mana, so it would be for the best to adjust how and when I used it.
“The next match shall commence shortly.”
I got ready to use my skill again as I listened to Professor Park Ki-yeol announcing the start of the next match while holding back his anger.
***
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’
Those were the thoughts of Park Ki-yeol, the Professor of Magic.
The reason was, of course…
“What. Are. You. Looking. At?”
That guy in the stands mouthing those words at him.
The professor didn’t like that boy from the very start.
The magic orb he had managed to buy after getting bribes for over five years; the magic orb he had always wanted but couldn’t afford. Because it was so expensive, he had used the academy’s resources to obtain it and, hence, had been lending it to the organization for admission purposes.
When that guy, whom he had never even seen or heard of, shattered that precious magic orb, their ill-fated relationship started.
The evil smile that guy put up when breaking the magic orb was unforgettable.
But the issue didn’t end there.
That damned boy kept messing with the professor as if they were sworn enemies.
Especially when that boy was so blatantly attacking him. That enraged him to no end.
‘Damn it. That immature prick.’
He wanted to destroy the boy right then and there, but the problem was that the boy attacked him only during matches he had bribed to buff the participant in.
There were many students who were desperate to get into the academy.
He was touched by some students’ motivation and decided to help them when they offered him their hard-earned money. However, whenever he tried to express his sincerity, he was interrupted.
‘Is his luck that good? Or could it be…!’
Was it just a coincidence, or was he doing this on purpose?
If it was the former, he could just kick that kid out of the entrance exams, but if it was the latter, he couldn’t.
After doing this for more than a decade and never getting caught, he knew he should not do anything.
In the unlikely event that this guy was aware of the monetary gain, he had to make sure the boy wouldn’t blabber, even if it meant spending an exorbitant amount of money to do so.
‘Damn it.’
He had always tried to avoid being noticed by anyone.
He always supported the students in an unnoticeable way, and he made the deals in places where no one would notice.
However, there’s always an if.
If he retaliated against that student right now, the moment the student decided to air the evidence for all to see, he would be finished.
That was why he knew.
‘Until something’s certain, don’t mess with it.’
He knew this better than anyone.
However…
“The winner of this match is Yu Ha-eun.”
This was a big hit.
The students he was buffing kept losing.
At this rate, he would have to return all the money.
On top of that…
‘Fuck. Instead of earning money, I’m… Agh.’
He was about to go crazy. That guy kept messing with him with that weak skill.
It didn’t hurt, but he felt like he would go crazy when this kid kept pestering him, temporarily interrupting him whenever he tried to use his buffing skill.
He would like to go to him and tell him off, but there were still a bunch of students he had gotten money from, so he couldn’t just leave this spot.
No, in fact, given the student’s behavior so far, it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to solve anything by talking to him.
‘I’m going crazy.’
His head felt like it was going to blow up.
The fact that this kid, even if he was an Irregular, broke the magic orb and kept messing with him despite not reaching up to his toes was infuriating.
And the kid refused to let off.
He continued using the invisible skill.
‘That guy, I can’t let him pass.’
He tried to keep it in, but he was now at his wits’ end.
He couldn’t deal with the guy because he was the hottest subject right now.
Even if he was angry, he could not just kill him. He had to use his head.
But if the boy did not pass the test, no one would talk about him anymore.
If that did happen, it didn’t matter if the boy noticed his actions.
After all, he could just kill that boy by dragging him into a dungeon.
It would not even be difficult to ensure that no one knew who the perpetrator was.
“We will resume the matches after a short break.”
After thinking this far, he momentarily paused the matches.
He would completely destroy that kid so that he couldn’t mess with him anymore.
***
“Father…? What do you…?”
Behind the academy, in an alleyway without people.
Two men who looked like father and son were having a conversation.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Next match, Park Ki-pal, you go out. I will do my best to support you.”
“I don’t want to. I want to pass the entrance exam with my own abilities. I know how strong your buffs are, Father, but I don’t want to pass by cheating. In the first place, it is not even my turn, and to fight while receiving a buff is a violation of…”
-Slap
However, the conversation was briefly interrupted by the sound of a slap followed by awkward silence.
Park Ki-yeol had just slapped his son Park Ki-pal because of the anger that had been building up inside him.
“What makes you think you have a choice? How dare you disobey your father’s words? Or do you not want ‘that’ anymore?”
“…”
“I’ll keep it short. Make sure to make that damned boy, Si-woo, completely unable to battle in the next match. Your skills should be enough to cripple him. No, with my buff, you’ll be strong enough to completely toy with him. You’ve already experienced how potent my buffs are, so you won’t end up like the other useless buggers who were unable to control their strength.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
And after getting his son’s acquiescence that he would do as asked, Park Ki-yeol put on a satisfied expression.
Of course, his son was a very good fighter.
He had been training with the spear, his main weapon, for almost ten hours every day, and he was different from that guy who acted like an ass, putting too much faith in his skills.
This was why he patted his son’s head lightly and continued to talk.
“I’ll trust you. Show this guy who’s been acting like an ass what you’re made of.”
The professor himself knew that talent was important.
Only with talent could you grow into a bigger person.
However, no matter how talented he was, he was just a kid with no combat experience.
His son would be much stronger, and the difference would only be greater with his buffs. There was no way his son would lose.
He would prefer to take care of the boy himself, but a professor couldn’t publicly fight against a student.
“So I’ll make sure that kid can’t continue messing around anymore.”
The professor looked at his son and smiled in anticipation of the match that was about to come.
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