The Returning Supervillain Raises a Hero

Episode 13. Elective Courses (1)

I am Antonio Goldwood.

He was born as the third child of the venerable Goldwood family and grew up being compared to his older brother and sister’s genius.

“If I only resembled half of my older brother, I wouldn’t have been like this.”

“Your sister did double singing when she was your age now.”

“It is said that the eldest son has entered the tower. What are you going to do?”

Last year, my older brother, and last year, my older sister entered the Summoning Horse Tower as an official wizard.

I saw that and decided.

If you try desperately and go to the tower, you will only be compared like now.

“After this, I will go to the Hero Academy.”

I have no interest in heroes. I just chose the academy as a place to prove my magical talents and abilities.

“They are geniuses. I am not incompetent!”

By entering the senior year, he was going to put the first step in the plan. However, in the first entrance exam, a guy named Swift with a rare morale took first place.

I was delighted with Professor Deckard’s announcement of resentment in the midst of resentment.

And I fed Swift, whom I met again in the finals, with my max attack magic, which was more likely to fail.

won

But it was defeated.

My name was on the top of the tournament, but I wasn’t the top student, and my evaluation barely made it to Class A.

“Ignorant bastards!”

Among the elders of the family, there are only a handful of people who can summon such lightning. It is clear that the professors who are crazy about heroes do not know the greatness of my magic.

but one person. He would have recognized his true worth.

Professor Magic.

A big grown-up in the mage science world who is said to be a saint for his skills as a wizard and virtues like the ocean.

“Is this guy giving a lecture? Of course you should!”

And I was seated next to some madman.

There was a witch, no, Manam in the classroom.

Other than that, I’ll put up with the thought of my esteemed professor, but I just couldn’t stand still listening to that damn spell.

“Sharilla, Shalala, Rululilala.”

Shut up, please!

“How are you, Professor?”

Do you memorize childish spells and expect evaluations? And why is the jersey draped over her shoulders?

“you… , don’t you want to be my assistant?”

What! Why to that pervert!

“I don’t like it.”

“Why refuse that!”

What I was thinking in my heart stopped coming out of words. Manam looks down at me with a frown on his face.

“Because I’m busy.”

The fire soared at the sight of the man holding his chin up and refusing with a dignified posture, but when he saw the face of the professor who was looking at him with his glasses pushed up, he forcibly suppressed his emotions.

Whoops, whoops-

Let’s calm down. Don’t pay any attention to that guy. It’s a waste of time.

“What are you twisting? Strike with a baton.”

This, profit!

What do you do with an ugly stone that you can only use in the Paleolithic era and stick it to the end of a pole? magic wand? I couldn’t stand it any longer and threw off the gloves bearing the family emblem.

squash.

“It’s a duel! Man!”

* * *

Gloves made of leather that stick to the face. And at Goldwood’s voice shouting for a duel, I thought it went well.

‘I mean, it was very reluctant to see this pervert looking at me since a while ago.’

If you take good care of it, you’ll know it. From the perspective, it’s a gang yak yak gang style.

“Professor, I’m going to talk to this guy for a while. Can I be absent for ten minutes?”

“Go together. A witness is essential for a duel.”

“Ah, then please.”

In the basement of the lecture hall.

There were several dungeons, and among them, he went into an empty place and stood facing him.

“Don’t give up your advance!”

Where did you learn such nonsense? Tsutsui. I’m not saying I’m young.

I took the signature pose of the Black Witch appearing in Pyororong☆Magical Girl.

It’s not a big deal, it’s a common three-point stance. You have to jump enough to make the cloak flap a little, but it’s not a burdensome move.

When summoned in this state, the mana consumption is slightly reduced.

“what-“

With an absurd expression on his face, he cut off the man who had opened his mouth and called him out.

“Dooshik.”

little slack.

A black door appeared next to me, and Dushik with a shovel walked out.

White steam was coming up from his bones, probably because he had been active for a while to pick the ground under my instructions.

“Uh, Undead? your guy Was it the Necro School?”

“What are you talking about? Dooshik, beat him up a bit.”

rattle.

Dusik, who opened and closed the lower tube with his large lower fangs protruding, approached Goldwood with a shovel on his shoulder.

Embarrassed, he quickly took out his wand from his pocket and uttered a spell.

“The blue and white line that crosses the sky. Thunderbolt of the beast that scrapes the iron roof. come down here A double strike of slaughter!”

Two blue stems protruding from the tip of the wand touched Dusik’s bones and exploded with sparks.

Bone fragments flying away.

“Professor, it looks like it’s going to be long. Take it easy.”

When I realized the beach and took the chair, Professor Magard smiled excitedly and accepted the coconut with a straw in it.

“Is this the coconut juice Deckard was talking about? It is given to me by a disciple, so I will not decline.”

Professor Magad’s eyes as he said that were on the bones of Dusik, who were flying in all directions.

“But will you be okay?”

“Yes, no problem.”

When he swung his stone wand to infuse mana, the scattered bones came together toward the skull, and Dusik got up again as if something had just happened.

“Your skill at reviving skeletons is great. Who did you study under?”

“I never learned anything.”

“love of learning?”

“It’s like that.”

As Dusik moved again with the shovel, Goldwood wrinkled his brows and memorized the spell again.

“I don’t doubt it, but it must have been difficult in your environment to have access to that field of study.”

“Yeah, I was lucky.”

“is it. Hugh, it is something to be happy about that academia that is being lost to talented people continues. Alright, let me teach you as much as I know.”

“uh… , thank you.”

But if you’re a professor, isn’t it natural to teach?

“But is it okay if I leave it there?”

“Yes, I have enough resources.”

The cost to completely revive Doosik is 10,000 won. When your mana runs out, you can pay for it with money.

With the money in hand, I can save ten more times, and I wonder if Goldwood will fall out before that.

In the midst of repeating the collapse and restoration like that, the moment when they put the last 10,000 won into Dusik’s nostrils and put their hands together.

【Status Increase】

【Name: Doosik】

【Strength: 15 -> 18]

【G: 10 -> 11】

【Ma: 10 -> 15】

【Description: Dushik is delighted with the powerful elemental magic flowing into his bones.】

pleasure?

… yes, if you are good Obviously, the magic power has risen significantly.

‘The power has also risen.’

Overall a beneficial situation.

I have to finish it slowly. Even if you run out of money, you have to take a headache to save it, but it’s not worth it in this battle.

“for a moment!”

Goldwood’s head stiffly moved as he chanted a spell towards Dusik, sweating profusely with his eyes wide open.

“I lost. I can’t stand it any longer. You are great.”

He sent out the soulless comments in moderation and sent Dusik back. Then release Black Witch to restore mana.

“What… ?”

He grabbed the wand, trembled and muttered in a voice that could not be heard here.

“stop. What kind of shame is the son of the Goldwoods.”

“Major! However.”

“Let’s go to the classroom first, you look like you have a lot to teach.”

“ah! All right.”

Goldwood’s face blooms at the word “teaching”. He neatly trimmed his fluttering sleeves, then pushed me away and clung to the side of Professor Magic.

“I’ll see you!”

“hahaha.”

The lecture started as soon as we arrived in the classroom.

“The first magic was the form of fire, and only humans had the wisdom to deal with it. … This is the end of basic magic.”

“Yes?”

Goldwood, who had been listening carefully to see if he knew what he already knew, asked in surprise.

“If you are a member of the Goldwood family, you know it well, right? What follows is just a list of historical facts that have nothing to do with magic.”

“Yeah, yes.”

“They aren’t the high school students who create phenomena based on history, aren’t they?”

“I do, but… .”

“I’ve taken away all the Jindo I’m going out today, so let’s share the rest of the time with Saddam. I wonder why you chose this unpopular course. Antonio Goldwood, tell me first.”

“I thought the professor would make me a better wizard.”

“Right. are you?”

“How can I suck honey?”

“Moore?”

“I came here because I wanted to lose my grades and receive labor.”

There is no reason to hide.

I had no desire to graduate as an honors student in the first place, so I just took my grades and attached them, and the main body is the supply and demand of labor.

I’ve been curious about magic for a long time, but I don’t really have any desire to learn it in earnest.

these two here. Look at the typical sorceress who is dried up like a radish.

The professor is in a state of excessive damage to the joints, including the waist and knee, for his age, and it is difficult to see that Goldwood is in a normal mental state.

I don’t want to be like that.

You need more mana to create a triple meal. The maximum mana increased by maintaining the black position is very insignificant, and when looking for a way to replace it, there is a mana accumulation method used by wizards.

i want that

“To be honest. Just be aware that your grades depend on your hard work.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s see… . I… where… , did you put it? Oh, I’m here. get it.”

[A book written with the hope that it will be helpful to aspiring students of the Necro School]

[Author: Dead Red Skull]

The professor gave me a book the size of the palm of my hand.

“If possible, memorize it here and return it.”

“De, Dead Red Skull is the villain who caused the undead wave in Mexico!”

“Wave… . That was 40 years ago. I am still alive.”

“Ugh! Did you participate in that great cleanup war?”

“Of course. It was a time when I was in full swing like you guys.”

The story of the Dead Skull came out of Professor Magad’s mouth.

“A lot of people don’t know because it’s been a long time and he’s quiet in the world, but Dead Red Skull is a good friend.”

“I can’t! He is the devil who killed 80,000 people!”

“In the end, it is. But Skull was planning to supply the skeletons he wields as labor to countries in need. In Tsurunobia, a small country on the African continent, they are still turning the wheel to bring up groundwater. It’s very hard work, but there is no other way to get drinking water, so there’s no choice but a woman or a child who turns the wheel with just their hands. Skull wanted to save them.”

Even if the hero society arrives and science advances. Countries that still can’t live can’t live.

Dead Red Skull seems to have intended to supplement this with his own abilities.

“Well… , the old man only talked about the old days. Man-hyuk Nam, student, I just thought of you because you were working. It means nothing.”

“Okay, here.”

When I turned the book over and returned it, the professor was startled, and Goldwood looked at me with contempt.

“Have you read it all yet?”

“Yes.”

Richett, who can scan my retinas through the chip, took notes. I’ll see you when I have time

The professor smiled mischievously and asked some of the book’s contents, and with Richett’s help, I answered without a single word.

“Your memorization power is great.”

“It doesn’t matter. Everyone does something like this, right? Isn’t it? Antonio Goldwood.”

“All, of course!”