I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

I swear.

I will become the guardian of the nine worlds.

I will protect everyone with all my might.

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The prophet and I made eye contact.

Eyes that were once the same color.

Eyes that have now become different colors.

Having gone through different times, we finally changed.

Now the emotions and goals contained in the two people’s eyes are different.

You and I were now different people.

Though our eyes met for just a moment, I could sense it immediately.

“…”

“…”

There wasn’t as much turmoil as expected.

I was already quite corrupted as a pink airhead lately, so I was worried I might start whining ‘I can’t kill another me, sob…’ But rather, the girl’s heart changed surprisingly coldly.

‘I’m not Kang Jinsu, but Clara.’

So I could easily be hostile. Rather, because we were vaguely similar, anger burst out instantly.

Because it was myself, I could hate so easily.

No, it wasn’t even the hot emotion of hatred.

Just a sense of duty to find and exterminate vermin.

A killing intent darker than black, a murky gray, boiled up.

‘You… because of you…!’

Everyone was put in danger.

The correct path to save the seniors disappeared.

The fact that the cancerous existence trying to ruin what I had come to love… was another version of ‘me’ was so disgusting I couldn’t stand it.

It felt like seeing a cockroach wandering around the house imitating my voice. It was hard to allow its very existence.

‘Here, I must…!’

In the midst of falling, I spewed ether from my toes like a rocket.

Fwooosh—!!

Pink energy burst out, changing the direction of the fall. I could easily get close to the verdant yew tree quickly passing by on the side.

I brought down the greatsword I was holding there. To avoid injuring Anna I was holding in the other hand, I spun my body once, which rather increased the destructive power.

Kagagak—!!

‘Damn it…!’

I crudely stabbed in the greatsword as best I could for now.

But it was difficult to immediately stop the speed of falling from above.

With momentum to split it in two, after scraping tens of meters down the tree surface, I finally stopped.

Anna, who was in my arms, poked her head out and muttered:

“Where did that wolf head come from?”

“…”

It was such an unimaginably dramatic entrance that I couldn’t match it, but what the prophet was handling was the last remaining beast god besides the ‘dragon’… [Wolf Seeking Revenge].

“After the snake is the hawk… and then the wolf.”

“…I see. Then the attacks will get stronger the more wounds it receives.”

Anna nodded and understood immediately. The good thing about pseudo-religions is that they read doctrines every day, so they immediately understand when mythical stories come up.

Actually, that guy’s ability itself was intuitive – ‘gets stronger the more he’s hit’. Compared to the snake’s ability of ‘acquiring truth’, it was unmistakably clear.

The unmanly bastard came out with an ability just like him.

“Heave-ho.”

Anna got out of my arms and landed.

As expected of a [Unique Ether] user, she quickly and stably regained her posture. And looking up, she made a blank expression.

“This will be hard to climb back up.”

“…Yeah.”

We took our stances and looked up again at where we fell from.

“…”

“…”

The top of the tree ladder that reached the sky.

The place where the prophet shattered the tree stem with the wolf’s mouth had receded. We had fallen over a hundred meters in an instant.

Even that was barely stopped while putting strain on the foothold.

The greatsword made by Rota’s skill was deeply embedded in the tree.

‘Can’t use that anymore.’

The state of the tree ladder made with [Ydalir] wasn’t good either.

The ether skill that was crudely woven together.

Just to climb up.

The trees made of verdant ether made unstable sounds. They were already thin trees compared to their length, but now they started swaying like bamboo.

Gugugugung—

Anna tapped the ground with her thick-booted foot and shook her head. She was very calm even in the swaying place.

“This will collapse soon at this rate. Let’s just…”

At that moment.

The rainbow-colored vision flickered and gave a warning.

What I saw was a black robe standing behind us.

That position was right behind Anna.

The playback stopped with the image of a hand reaching towards Anna.

This son of a bitch.

‘You unmanly bastard, how dare you…!’

I ran behind Anna, aiming in advance at the prophet’s face that would soon appear there, and prepared to throw a punch. Hearts made of pink ether coiled around like a spiral.

Tsutsutsuts—!!

There’s no time to prepare [Pink Lemon Sherbet], but I could easily throw a rough minor copy.

Woong—!

Then Anna, sensing the attack, was startled.

“…Are you going?! Clara, what are you doing?!”

“Stay still—☆”

As the rainbow-colored vision slowly faded and a black crack formed, the prophet’s figure inevitably appeared there.

Swoosh—!

A figure as if wrapped in shadows.

It seemed the robe had some kind of spatial movement magic attached. If so, this bastard will definitely appear from behind.

‘When his form disappears, I’ll strike right behind—!’

If he dodges, I’ll prepare for a second attack from behind.

If he gets hit, I’ll mount him and smash his head.

Since his actions are predictable, I can quickly organize the next move, and the move after that.

The prophet’s figure slowly reaching his hand towards Anna is seen in slow motion. But I had already been aiming at that face for several seconds.

My fist that started in the past predicts the present.

A fist containing a pink ether spiral flew at the prophet.

Baaang—!!!

A fist hitting the prophet’s face squarely.

It exerts definite physical force along with the sound of striking air.

The hit guy’s mouth opens, air comes out of his lungs due to pain.

“Huuuk—!”

Crushing bone and flesh together, even the sight of his face distorting is visible.

The prickly beard of that guy is felt on my fingertips.

It was terrible.

“…?!”

The prophet, while getting hit by the fist, looked at me who had thrown a prediction shot with astonished eyes. He flapped his robe urgently while gaping his mouth.

Though I didn’t know what it was, if it wasn’t just for show… it seemed flapping his clothes was the activation condition he had set for the wolf head.

‘Did he eat wolf head soup or something.’

I instinctively twisted the prophet’s arm and grabbed his collar to pull him in. Because I forcibly pulled him, his arm twisted behind him, and the muscles surrounding his scapula twisted and broke.

Crack—

“Kuhuk…!”

His shoulder dislocates backwards, making a chilling sound.

Seen from afar it might look like two lovers about to kiss. But there was no posture that could seal movement as surely as this.

That’s why we could look into each other’s eyes closer than ever before. The emotion in his eyes was bewilderment.

“Yes♪ No way—☆”

“This crazy—?! For ‘that Clara’ to be like this…?! How on earth did you raise her?!”

With love and friendship.

“Oh my~ Do you have leisure to talk—☆ A maiden’s anger is scary~☆”

“Kuk…?!”

“Unshaven beard, dirty fingernails… and such a terrible hairstyle—☆ I hate, hate adults like this—☆”

I was disgusted by the fact that I had been like this in the past.

‘…Well, this guy would probably be disgusted seeing how I’ve changed too.’

My way of speaking has become strange.

I’ve changed the characters too.

My tastes have become all pink and girly.

Do you know that ‘I’ am ‘me’?

“…”

Judging by his reaction, he didn’t seem to know. He was just frozen in shock at the unexpectedly changed appearance of ‘Clara’.

‘Then die without knowing.’

Crack—

As I applied force with my hand, the arm bone I was gripping instantly broke into three pieces.

Blood vessels burst inside and bruises became visible.

Crunch—

At this point, an ordinary modern person would have been dancing in panic, crying snot and tears with blurry vision. I knew well, unexpectedly from personal experience.

The prophet was looking at me with bloodshot eyes, biting his lower lip hard. He was analyzing me with unwavering eyes, with resolute will.

“…”

Looking closely, his wound recovery speed was similar to that of academy city high school girls. Since the probability of this guy being a high school girl converges to 0, it seemed he had received some extra power from somewhere.

‘Then let’s knock him down before he can bring that out.’

Whatever he’s preparing, hitting first solves it.

I slammed the guy to the ground.

The force of being thrown to the ground exploded like a bomb.

Boooom—!

If he were an ordinary modern person, he would have become soft jerky.

But the prophet endured that pure physical force.

‘You’ve gone through something too.’

But that doesn’t matter now.

I’ve been determined to kill you for quite a while.

Bang!

The sensation of hitting the ground was roughly similar to ’s followers. The more I hit, the more I felt like I was learning about this guy’s weaknesses.

I mounted the guy I had laid on the ground and pummeled him with my fists. Beyond what reason could recognize, I just swung mindlessly with the sole intention of crushing his head.

Seen from outside, only afterimages of my arms would be visible.

Tutatatatat—!

To Anna, it would look like I crushed the prophet in a few seconds and was frantically beating him. I could feel her aiming her bow behind me with a flustered look.

That doesn’t matter now either.

Kill him.

Just kill him.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Die.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

With each punch, skin is peeled off.

With each punch, bones are crushed.

With each punch, blood sprays up.

Die.

Die and disappear.

Vanish from my world.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

“Huff… Huff…!”

“…”

The prophet’s face became like flour dough mixed with red paint. But feeling like he might suddenly pop back to life with a poof!, I just lost my reason and kept pummeling with my fists.

With each punch, blood splattered on my face along with an explosive sound.

‘Please!’

Splat!

‘Don’t do anything!’

Splat!

‘Just die!!’

Splat!

At that moment, Anna’s voice was heard from behind.

“Clara—!!”

[You crazy bastard!! You said you came to save me but you’re getting beaten?!]

Up above, the dragonfly had already recovered from its wounds and was rushing in. Anna’s arrows checked it, but it was difficult to deal with the speed of shooting down.

In that instant, I created a small [Pink Lemon Sherbet] in my fist.

Boooom—!!

Die…!

Bang!

Bang!

I hit the crude physical force rotating like an electric drill into the guy’s face that had turned into a dough of blood. I hit and hit until it was completely ground up beyond recognition.

Die—!

Don’t interfere with me anymore!!

[Kuaah!! Damn it—!!]

And soon after, Goin’s main body shot down from above collided.

Boom—!!

A body slam from the giant dragonfly.

Dust exploded and the precarious tree stem shook.

We fell to the ground like that.

Even in that fall, I grabbed the prophet’s collar and endlessly pummeled him. Though he had become a form difficult to call human anymore, my instinct sensed danger.

Perhaps because I focused only on killing the prophet, without even preparing for the impact of the fall.

When the falling time ended, my vision was instantly dyed black.

Boom—!!

My consciousness cut off with the dust flooding my sight.

…

…

…

I staggered up on the battlefield that had become quiet from the aftershocks of the impact.

How many seconds?

How many minutes?

I don’t even know how much time has passed.

“…”

“…”

And before my eyes…

That guy was still standing.

‘Annoyingly tough.’

The prophet was standing in a form difficult to call human, as if his shattered limbs had been sewn together with black thread.

In that state, the prophet spoke, clattering his torn mouth:

“…Clara.”

“Why are you calling me like we’re close—☆”

“You’ve become stronger, beyond imagination.”

“What do you know about me☆ to be evaluating—♪”

“…A character raised by a possessor.”

“…”

You don’t know anything.

But possessor?

Who?

‘No way…’

I had an ominous premonition.