I Became the Daughter of the Academy’s Villain

900 – Dark Shadow vs Dark Shadow (9)

Jezel, being a fellow intelligent character since the early days, skillfully caught onto the veteran player’s plan.

“Open a miniature dimensional gate at your neck and send food flying to the far reaches of the universe to consume infinite calories… the plan sounds good, but how do you actually do that?”

“I have the top-notch mana-linked board, mana powder with the contract mark inscribed, and circuit induction material.”

Jezel effortlessly pulled out all the advanced equipment needed for the task.

“And?”

“Now unleash your brilliant intellect and directly cast the magic onto your body.”

“…Looks like I’m in the role of the mortar again.”

“Sigh.”

“No wonder I’m struggling after that slip of the tongue.”

The students reluctantly picked up the mana boards and started cautiously etching the circuit induction material and mana powder into their own esophagus using observation magic.

“Aaah!!!”

“Oops, anesthesia.”

They really crossed the line this time. As the concern about someone dying faded, the work progressed quickly.

Results were still unknown, but something was definitely etched in there.

“Will it work?”

“I’d rather it didn’t.”

“Then let’s activate the magic one by one.”

Mortar number one infused mana into the circuit.

Blink blink

A light appeared from Mortar’s neck, followed by a small explosion.

Of course, an explosion from the neck was fatal. Mortar number one collapsed on the spot.

Cheeek

White smoke wafted from the gaping mouth of the corpse. Everyone’s faces froze.

Irene, who looked inside with observation magic, shook her head.

“The circuit couldn’t keep up with the movement of the esophagus and folded. The collision of overlapping lengths is causing a classic circuit clash phenomenon.”

A few students hastily checked their circuits with startled expressions.

Mortar number three stepped forward confidently.

“Next is my turn.”

“Did you check the circuit?”

“I have high magical resistance. An explosion won’t kill me.”

What incredible confidence! And it was confidence well-placed.

Though not from the Magic Tower, he was a talented individual trained under the royal court magician of a small kingdom.

With considerable support as the future royal court magician to protect a kingdom’s royal family, his resistance capabilities were quite high due to the power of elixirs.

He had specs that ordinary noble students couldn’t match, even if not as good as an Oknodie.

[Mana Infusion]

[Circuit Activation]

[Spell Activation]

[Miniature Magic Circle Activation]

A gleam of mana burst from Mortar number three’s neck.

“The dimensional gate has opened.”

The observation was successful.

As everyone cheered with joy, Irene, monitoring the esophagus dimensional gate with observation magic, screamed in horror.

“Everyone, close your eyes!”

With a sound that was painful to hear, the next royal court magician of a nation lost his neck and fell.

Students soaked in blood screamed.

Jezel restored the body with clean magic and asked,

“What happened?”

“I didn’t adjust the output. Instead of just opening the gate, I connected the spell that sucks in and induces the target too strongly, swallowing the mana inductors holding the gate while causing it to tangle up and boom.”

“Oh my god…”

“The circuit clash occurred on a much larger scale.”

“Damn… so that’s why the professors taught their lectures so rigorously. I should’ve been a model student. Sob sob…”

Understanding belatedly why certain topics were mandatory in general studies, the students shed tears of repentance.

Of course, even with such realizations, professors who were instructed by the principal wouldn’t rush to help during non-lecture times and leave their posts.

This week when death leads to resurrection was an exception, as all facilities were emptied by the principal’s orders, meaning the students had to handle everything themselves.

“Which professor was the strictest when teaching magic?”

“Professor Pythagoras, who teaches with a total focus on theory.”

“Professor Weird also erases everything after writing on the blackboard, but her content is thorough.”

“They really need to be reassessed.”

“Does anyone have a notebook for miniature control spells?”

“I do.”

“Me too.”

Students swiftly pulled out their notebooks or notepads from their +5 enchanted school uniform pockets, which any student would carry, to quickly review their writing materials.

Instead of relying on incomplete knowledge and irresponsible practices based solely on luck, the students compared solid theories and data to gain many tips.

“We can’t prevent the esophagus passage from moving according to the body’s movements at our level. We have to accept that the passage’s movement is due to the movements of the internal cells. If you don’t like it, you need to paralyze the cells entirely with a paralysis spell.”

“What if the paralyzed cells start moving on their own?”

“If your body moves on its own, is that paralysis? That’s a seizure.”

“Then has my body deciding to not see assignments while snacking every day been a seizure?”

“You just get a C grade…”

Students who took time for self-reflection came up with anticipated issues and countermeasures.

“Go, Mortar number five. You’re our hope!”

“Phew… Damn. I trust you, brothers. Paralyze me and etch the spell into my body!”

Choosing to concentrate the procedure on one person rather than risking self-treatment, Mortar number five received a much more thorough procedure than numbers one and three.

The miniature dimensional gate spell received mana from multiple people divided into parts, and since the owner’s senses around the paralyzed cells weren’t functioning, the overly infused mana caused the dimensional gate to overproduce, completely wiping out the head above.

Only after the shocked Oknodie retrieved the head from the other side of the dimensional gate could number five resurrect.

“It’s possible to resurrect without a brain, but if the body flies too far to another dimension, and if the soul runs away to the Middle Realm, like the professors who have taken a long time to resurrect, you may not be able to resurrect either!”

With their paralyzing strategy blocked, the students’ morale was completely shattered by Oknodie’s warning.

“Please forgive us.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“At this rate, we’re all going to die…!”

Oknodie, unable to bear the pathetic self-harm performance of the newbies—not that it was an act—stepped in directly.

“Look. This is how to set a dimensional gate spell around your neck!”

“U-uuh!”

“Hey damn it, stop him!”

“Don’t! If you touch it and it goes haywire, what will happen?”

“Everyone, don’t touch Oknodie!!”

As Oknodie opened his mouth, displaying bright-red insides, the students, who began to rush over, froze in shock.

“Did you do it already?”

“I don’t know.”

“Damn, just don’t touch it.”

“If it explodes, we’re all finished.”

“Oknodie, breathe deeply… Wait, if you take a deep breath, your esophagus will move and it might mess up the dimensional gate.”

“Holding breath.”

“Will holding breath keep the esophagus intact?”

Seeing the over-the-top panic from the students, Oknodie tried to tease, but seeing Jezel’s worried expression, he couldn’t bring himself to joke around.

“I’ll be fine, I always chew my food thoroughly and swallow juice, everything will be okay!”

“Phew. I seriously thought I was about to be killed by Jezel.”

“Please just talk as you proceed. It’s frightening.”

“Speaking of which, why are you so stable when we could lose our heads at any moment?”

“Well, it’s not a fixed installation…”

Not a fixed installation for opening a dimensional gate in your throat?

Confusion spread across the students’ faces.

“What do you mean, Oknodie…?”

“If it’s not fixed, how can the dimensional gate remain?”

“You stretch and shrink the gate according to the shape as you open and close it.”

“What the hell does that even mean?!”

“How do you do that!!”

Oknodie pulled out dozens of brush pens for doodling and showcased a multi-brush technique rivaling Professor Weird’s multi-tentacle writing skills.

The dazzling show with brush pens would earn applause from afar, but the expressions on the students’ faces watching the real-time written content were turning increasingly pale.

“What does this mean?”

“I know this part. If you learn it, the magical control efficiency increases by 30%, but the professor said he would tell me about it after graduating and getting a job at his research lab.”

“I understand the graduation thesis assignment as a fourth-year student, but why can’t I understand this one even after reading it…?”

“Why are there no circuit overlaps or clash phenomena even when the circuits are attached?”

“If you engrave such spells into a human body, won’t they die? How’s that person alive?”

In the midst of the bewildered seniors, Oknodie quickly sat Mortar number two down.

“Shall we try saying ‘Ah’ for a moment?”

“No…”

“That’s not a choice. Here, we’ll practice!”

Before he could even express his refusal, the paralysis spell ensnared Mortar number two, whose eyes widened in horror.

Thanks to the somewhat humane measure that allowed him to close his eyelids, Mortar number two blinked frantically, signaling for help, but a miniature dimensional gate had already popped open in his throat.

Oknodie, who magnified the internal video displayed on the mana board using observation magic, pointed at a specific spot.

“Do you see the spell etched here next to the intersection?”

“I see it.”

“This is a traffic light. Instead of mana running straight to where it wants to go, it’s induced to move according to predetermined signals and sequences. That way, when you quickly scale up or down, the traffic lights light up, and the mana rotates in other directions, buying time and transitioning when the path changes.”

“Ooooh!”

“Now you understand why a lot of space is reserved for the rotating section and walls are designed to be sturdier, right? Those with a mana technique score over 2000 don’t need to bother with this, but I wanted to show you!”

As food was dropped, it vanished perfectly to the other side of the dimensional gate, and they were shown in real time how food of various sizes changed size accordingly.

After closing the dimensional gate and lifting the paralysis cast successfully, applause erupted from all around.

“Oknodie, you’re the hero of our academy!”

“Well done, Oknodie! Break through the one million calorie barrier with your own hands!”

“Huh? Since I showed you everything, you all can do it now, right? I don’t want to rob the newbies of their sense of achievement, making them rely on the veterans for everything. Such a co-dependent relationship isn’t right!”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t we all somewhat dependent anyway? So we can rely on you!”

Despite the pleading cries of the eager students, Oknodie stood firm.

He reversed all the dimensional gate spells around Mortar number two’s neck.

“Now, all you have to do is follow what I did!”

“…”

Fifty seconds later, Mortar number two exploded.

Sadi Chocolate, observing from the sidelines, wore an awkward smile, wondering what kind of person this was.

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