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Dimension Rendier.

On the cold land where the bitter cold hits, innumerable demon beasts line up and remain silent.

A gray world with no life in sight.

There, a demonic beast stretched out its hand toward the sky.

“It seems that human disrespectful magic lingers.”

A rough voice like scratching iron.

A face resembling a goat’s skull and a black robe overturned.

The witch beast called ‘Reaper’ let out a sigh as he felt the magic mixed in the air.

“Did the wizard of the 9th circle visit?”

He looked at the vast plain and the site of the city beyond.

The place where there was once a forest of white snow and buildings was destroyed in a gruesome sight with the ground completely overturned.

“The one with nine rings has been added. Not good…”

“It’s right to track the vestiges of magic.”

Through the blizzard, another giant appeared.

Reptiles with large wings and bodies covered with carapace and scales.

It was a monster commonly called a dragon.

After the death of King Diablo, they were subordinated to Baltazar’s Legion and moved together.

“Can you guess what happened here?”

“I will investigate.”

The dragon closed its eyes and the horns on its head glowed.

Mana began to condense, and the unprecedented thing that formed a system and structure was spit out as ‘language’.

It was dragon word magic, a race-specific power that only advanced dragons could use.

“”Show me””

The remaining magic power stops, rewinds, and reflects the image of the past.

The dragon, which traced back the history of the traces, saw the time of destruction and massacre that swept the snowfield before long.

“There is a wizard who has newly joined the 9th Circle.”

Skadi Polaris.

It’s a name that even witches are familiar with.

A young princess of the snow leopard tribe who is the last survivor of Rendier and achieved the 8th circle at the age of 17.

That magical achievement had been noticeable before, but he broke down the wall of the 9th circle before he reached his 30s.

“Should I report to the Shadow King?”

“It’s unnecessary.”

The ghost resolutely snared.

Even if he is a 9th circle mage, he is nothing more than a ‘strong human being’.

The great Shadow King couldn’t afford to care about things like this.

“Then record first…?”

At that time, there was another trace of magical power that was affected by the power of the Dragon Word.

“for a moment···.”

In the middle of a cataclysm sweeping the snowfield.

In the flash of lightning that tore the earth apart, there was a piece of black magic that shook strangely.

It is a trace of deep, dark magic like an abyss.

Unique, humble, and ominous, it was grotesque in itself.

Still, something is familiar.

I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere.

The dragon pierced the carpet of lightning and approached with strange black magic.

Mana has its own pattern, and when read, it is possible to identify the opponent with its unique effect.

Anyone with a name will be able to guess the opponent.

The moment you read its magic pattern like that.

─────!!!

Truly, an indescribable ear cry crossed my mind.

“Heo-euk…!”

As if running away, the Wyvern, who had escaped from the video of the past, let out a choked breath.

“What did you see?”

“·······.”

The Wyvern could not answer Reaper’s question.

A deep, dark magic like an abyss.

And the horrific ear croaking I heard when I analyzed the pattern.

Not good.

It’s terrible.

Wyvern remembers.

There was only one existence in this world that exhibited such magical properties.

“It can’t be… it can’t be.”

“Speak properly. What did you see?”

“I saw Kang Yoo-jin’s magical power in preparation for the death.”

Your voice trembles.

As if he was afraid to even say his name.

“It can’t be… He’s dead… He would have died with our King in the War on Earth!”

“·······.”

The Balaur who participated in the invasion of Earth had one iron rule.

If, when examining mana with dragon words, he interprets the pattern and sees the dark magic that scatters ghost cries.

To leave the battlefield immediately, crouch down and hide.

A demon that took human form.

An irresistible fate of death.

The ‘preparing god of death’ is there.

“…I have to report to the Shadow King.”

“It’s unnecessary.”

“I have to report it!”

It may be an illusion.

Perhaps, someone with similar magical powers may have appeared.

but.

one in a million.

if he is alive

If the preparing messenger had come here

This was like an omen foretelling the worst disaster for the Witchbeast.

“You don’t know. You don’t know Kang Yoo-jin… you didn’t see that demon…”

“I know about the great enemy of the Witchbeast.”

“I was on the same battlefield as him! I saw… the bloody battle where one’s own people kill their own people and wash their blood with blood…”

The frightened voice trembles.

Kang Yu-jin’s name was like a living nightmare to dragons.

“You should tell me before it’s too late.”

“It’s unnecessary.”

“Damn it! This is completely different from a 9th circle wizard!”

Ripper shook his head resolutely.

“If our greatest foe were alive, he would certainly have lost considerable strength.”

“·······.”

“If not, it would have appeared on the battlefield long ago.”

Dark flames burned from the Reaper’s abysmal eye sockets.

The bluish-white flame, shining brightly, looked at the Wyvern with a cold gaze.

“Our plan. A new weapon is in motion.”

“No way, you…”

“If the Shinigami preparing is alive, it will have no choice but to appear on the battlefield it creates.”

no one can escape it

There is no safe place, and the demon’s power will reach deep into the central dimension.

If that happens, the Shinigami who was the only one to defeat the Witchbeast will wake up.

“Then, I will greet him with open arms.”

“·······.”

“The report to the King of Shadows will only be the supply and demand of the envoy I took.”

Words don’t work.

Seeing the Ripper ignoring him and advancing, the Wyvern grabbed his pounding head.

If it was a ghost family, would it be different?

Unlike the Balaur, can he defeat Yujin Kang?

Numerous families crossed, but at the end of it, only denial awaited.

‘Please stay dead.’

It must not be revived.

It is right that the envoy should be buried in the ground with the dead king.

Without realizing it, Wyvern followed Ripper’s heels without even thinking about controlling his mouth that was colliding with fear and anxiety.

*

There was a deep silence in the auditorium.

With the early afternoon sunlight filtering through the window, the students stood in their places with their eyes closed.

All of them fell into the fantasy that I unfolded.

“… It’s been a while since I’ve seen this scene.”

People who have been hit by a mental attack and stopped in place.

It’s a sight that I’ve been tired of seeing on the battlefield of the earth.

If you look carefully, each person’s expression is different.

They laugh, frown, and make subtle faces.

This is because the witch beast’s mental attack penetrates where resistance is weak among their likes and dislikes.

“Hmm… I wonder if it’s confusing at first.”

I dig deep into each student and teach them how to dispel illusions.

It must feel like a ghost is talking next to them.

I don’t know what illusions they are seeing, so I don’t know what I look like.

‘… Become aware of yourself. The main point is to find out one’s own mind through ‘search’ and bounce off the noise caught in the middle.’

It conveys the consciousness clearly and distinctly.

It is because the structure of this fantasy is similar to that of a dream.

When humans dream, it is not easy to recognize when they entered the dream, who they are, and what they do.

Even if I told you in reality, you will forget everything inside.

On the other hand, if I deliver it through mental waves in fantasy, my advice is engraved in the realm of the unconscious.

Rather than relying on unstable memories, it is much more efficient to engrave them in the unconscious like this.

Even if it’s blurry, I won’t forget it.

“Of course, it’s up to you guys to realize that.”

As with dreams, self-awareness is not as easy as one might think.

Even if I tell you, it means that it is up to the student to realize it.

If you succeed in arming your mind, you can overcome and bounce off the fantasy, but if that doesn’t work, your mind will gradually be buried in the illusion.

When you are so completely buried in fantasy, your mind is eroded.

This is a phenomenon commonly referred to as ‘mental erosion’.

This is also the reason why I chose the auditorium as the venue for the lecture.

“Great…”

After about an hour, suppressed moans began to flow from the students.

Victims who have been eroded are buried in the trauma and take on blind aggression.

It’s comfortable to think that they can’t distinguish between fantasy and reality and run amok.

“Keuuu…”

One of them shuddered and saliva flowed.

It was the student named Jamie who asked me a question earlier.

“Retreat”

Ordered the students with the power of disturbance.

The level of disturbance acting on the central nervous system works even if you are lost in fantasy.

The students closed their eyes and moved like machines, widening the distance.

I walked through the widening gap and grabbed Jamie’s neck in distress.

“Ugh… I’m not an inferior student…!”

“Get your mind together, Jamie Monan.”

I subdued him and removed the illusions entangled in my mind.

If it was real, I would have to start by making a half asshole, but since I adjusted the output for the lecture, it was enough to break my arm.

woo woo-

As the fantasy slowly faded, the gun slowly began to return to his blurry eyes.

The guy who came to his senses soon complained of the pain of his broken arm.

“… Aagh! Professor!”

“Did you come to your senses?”

“Yes! I got it!”

“You are eliminated. Go to the corner.”

After releasing the restraint, he walks to the corner with his shoulders drooping.

And starting with Jamie, the dropouts began to appear one after another.

All of them were eroded and lost their reason.

“Ugh… don’t come…!”

“No… I’m not…”

“Sah, save me…”

Even though the output was adjusted, it was difficult for the children to endure.

It was lower than expected.

I subdued the students whose minds were eroded one by one and removed the illusion.

“Keah! School, professor!”

“Didn’t you see me on the inside?”

“Look, I saw…! But I can’t recognize it well!”

“Wake up.”

He raised his finger and pointed to the corner.

It meant don’t bother and go and get squashed.

All of the shoulders toward the corner of the auditorium were drooping.

“What did you see? I saw Helios being expelled.”

“I saw you kicked out of the family…”

“Ugh… isn’t the lecture too intense?”

There are soft laments and sighs.

Disappointment from failure continued everywhere, but they were not discouraged.

They started studying their failures and discussing how to overcome them next time.

“Should I even write a dream journal?

“How about meditation?”

“It seemed like overcoming trauma was also a way.”

good attitude

They did not give up easily even though they failed, probably because they were the ones who received it as a major after much thought.

I liked that, so I didn’t scold him any more.

“About half the dropouts.”

It was my first attempt anyway, so I expected a lot of dropouts.

Rather, half or the rest could be said to be a pleasure.

So long to watch the survivors.

Among the members of the clumsy line, Estelle opened her eyes.

“·······.”

The corners of her eyes trembled from the distorted expression, and her blue eyes slowly looked at the world.

Did you see the trauma?

Drenched in cold sweat, Estelle looked around panting.

Her blue eyes, which overcame the fantasy, somehow harbored great anxiety.

“Estel von Shearan Altair. First place. The score is-“

Then, her gaze turned to me.

With his trembling eyes fixed on me, he hurriedly ran over and took my hand.

I could feel Estelle’s trembling through my hand.

“What.”

“Professor, I…”

The eyes looking up were full of sorrow, as if they were parting.

Even though her wet hair clung to her neckline, she looked at me with no sign of shaking it off.

“No…it’s nothing.”

Then he nodded and went to a corner and sat down.

What the hell did you see in your fantasy?

I was a little nervous, but I couldn’t pay attention to Estelle.

It wasn’t long before Ansia opened her eyes for the second time.

“···uh?”

As soon as she woke up, she slumped to the spot.

His eyes were shaking as if he was not in his right mind, and tears welled up in his eyes.

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Just looking at it, I thought I was insane, so I approached it.

“Are you okay?”

“Hick…!”

Startled, she looks at me.

And the moment our eyes met, overflowing tears spilled out and he hugged my legs tightly.

“Huhhhhh.

“·······.”

It’s so sad that I cry.

Seeing her crying, is this also a trauma?

It’s an unsightly look, but no one said anything about it.

It would have been the same for them to have seen a terrible sight right away.

“…Encia von Dipplin Vega. Second place.”

I picked her up and sent her to the students.

I had to struggle a little to forcefully remove the thing that didn’t want to fall off.

Encia couldn’t stop crying even among the comforting students.

What did you see?

“Whoa…”

After that, passers-by began to appear one by one.

Each reaction was so intense that most of them screamed or sat down.

There were even people who fainted and collapsed, so that was all they said.

This is the reason why this lecture was not taught in the first semester.

Even now, the aftermath is so big, I don’t know what I would have seen if I had done it in a more immature state.

‘Still, the passing rate is high.’

There are many children who have rejected their fantasy on the first attempt more than I thought.

At this level, it seemed that even if I taught them a little, everyone would be able to awaken to the level of mental armament.

“I’ll sort it out soon.”

I looked at the clock and saw that class time was over.

I looked at the remaining people, but there was still one person in the center.

Cynthia Westerlund.

She has not yet come out of the fantasy.

“Cynthia Westerlund.”

Called but no answer

It didn’t even respond to the mental wave.

She covered her face with both hands and bowed her head.

“Well···?”

Silent shoulders tremble.

She let out a suppressed moan.

“Ah… uh…”

He raised his fingernails and scratched his face like he was tearing it apart.

A rough breath flowed from his open mouth, and a thick black air current began to surround him.

‘Margie?’

eyebrows twitched

I don’t feel good.

I hurriedly urged the students to leave.

“The lecture is over. Everyone get out of here.”

Let’s say something to them, as if threatening them a little, and they start to come to their senses and leave the auditorium one by one.

“School, professor…”

Estelle came to her side.

Blue eyes quivering anxiously were looking up at me.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to get out?”

“yes···.”

I looked away from Estelle, who looked back over and over again, and saw Cynthia twisting.

The whitish Magi was now swirling with vivid colors.

“damn.”

Was the demon’s ego stimulated? But the output wouldn’t have been that strong.

I had doubts, but for now, I raised my mana.

Sensing the spreading magic power, Cynthia raised her face.

“Huh…”

The eyes that were exposed between the clenched fingers were shining red with bloody phosphorescence.