I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72
72: Reversal? (3)
While Dohyun enthusiastically practiced wooden sword sparring with Hamtaesik, his new training partner—or rather, new toy—Hanalin and Jiyuchan were diligently studying the secret manual alongside the textbook.
Hanalin was reviewing both the newly acquired Reversal and Teleportation together, while Jiyuchan was only studying Teleportation, yet somehow Hanalin was progressing slightly faster.
“Phew, Teleportation is done.”
“…Already?”
“Yes, it was easier than I expected.”
“…”
As she said this, Hanalin—though somewhat different from Dohyun—turned from the desk beside the bed with a triumphant expression to look at Jiyuchan, who gazed back at her with anxious eyes, rapidly studying the interpretation manual while manipulating his mana to master it.
In truth, Hanalin had no choice but to be faster.
Secret techniques were fundamentally similar to magic, so Hanalin had no choice but to learn them more quickly. If the textbook were derived from other techniques that Hanalin could also master, she would inevitably be much slower.
It was merely a difference in compatibility, yet even such a difference seemed intolerable to Jiyuchan, who began studying with burning determination.
After teasing Jiyuchan that way, Hanalin opened the truly difficult problem again.
She studied Magical Reversal and bit her lip slightly.
‘This is really difficult.’
When Dohyun gave her the interpretation manual today, he mentioned it might not be possible and that a specific talent was required, but she still wanted to try regardless.
She wasn’t a monster like Dohyun who could even learn techniques, but she wanted to master everything related to magic.
As she continued studying the interpretation manual to understand Reversal, she came across a section that Dohyun had written.
「It is not merely reflection, but rather a magical art that reverses or halts the flow of mana itself, requiring both exceptional insight to accurately read the opponent’s mana and superior control to manipulate that mana.」
‘It’s not merely reflection.’
And she saw the phrase that followed, stating that talent in mana control and insight were necessary.
Seeing this, Hanalin’s eyes widened as if something had clicked, and she rapidly reviewed the interpretation manuals to recall the principle.
It’s not merely reflection.
That was the hint.
‘I need to reverse the entire flow itself.’
With precise timing and applying the exact opposite force to what the opponent intends to use their mana for, locking it all in a single instant—that’s the sensation.
However, while she understood the principle, the question remained whether she could actually do it.
Insight into mana and control? These were the areas Hanalin was most confident about.
Of course, compared to Dohyun, she fell short by nearly half a level, but that was because Dohyun was a monster; until now, Hanalin had never encountered anyone with talent even comparable to her own.
At best, perhaps Jiyuchan on the other side? And Hwang Hana, that was about it.
Because of this, Hanalin believed in herself.
Since it was possible her mana might not be sufficient, she created a mana sphere that Dohyun had been toying with for testing purposes and threw it into midair.
Then, thinking to control her mana in the exact opposite direction of the speed, force, and mana she had thrown, a subtle blue light of mana emanated from Hanalin’s eyes as the Ether Heart began assisting her mana control.
And thus.
Thud!
Seeing the mana sphere that had been sinking downward suddenly stop in an instant, Hanalin was startled and jumped up from her chair, letting out a cry.
“Kyaaaaaaa!!!”
It was an unusually exuberant expression of joy for Hanalin, but Jiyuchan was startled and looked at her, and Dohyun, who must have been nearby, was also startled and rushed into the Dormitory room.
“What? What happened?”
“What’s wrong?!?”
Dohyun burst in startled, and Jiyuchan, whose studies had been interrupted, asked in genuine surprise.
Watching the two of them, Hanalin’s eyes gleamed with pure delight as she recreated the mana sphere and tossed it upward, then used Temporal Rewind to demonstrate it stopping briefly.
Thud!
It was only for an instant—roughly half of Dohyun’s time, about 0.05 seconds—but the fact that it had stopped at all was what mattered.
“Wow, insane!? She mastered it in just one day!?”
“Hmm, I watched for quite a while, but she’s got it.”
Dohyun was astounded because he understood just how difficult this was, while Jiyuchan, who knew only from the textbook, offered his congratulations.
Then, suddenly, Jiyuchan found himself reflecting on his own situation.
Right now—meaning Hanalin had mastered one textbook and one secret manual in a single day, or rather half a day—while he hadn’t even managed to master one secret manual, and he gasped at the realization.
“…Huh!?”
He couldn’t let things continue like this.
Startled awake, Jiyuchan hurried to focus as well, and regardless, Dohyun offered Hanalin his sincere congratulations.
“Wow, you actually pulled it off. You’re truly a genius.”
“But you mastered it the moment you saw it, Dohyun.”
“Well, that’s true.”
Hanalin spoke with a slightly curt tone, but her mouth was split wide in a smile, and since they were in the Dormitory room without any transformation active, Dohyun couldn’t help but chuckle at the rare smile of the radiant and lovely cold beauty.
Seeing how the atmosphere had changed so much from their first meeting, he thought she looked even better now that she’d brightened up, and offered her more praise.
“Still, it’s genuinely difficult. You worked hard.”
“Thank you. It’s all thanks to you.”
Hanalin, having expressed her gratitude to Dohyun, was grinning from ear to ear, and Dohyun spoke while watching Jiyuchan studying.
“We’re heading to Basement Level 2 tomorrow, so finish it by then, yeah?”
“…Of course. Trust me.”
Watching Jiyuchan speak with such conviction, Dohyun couldn’t help but smile.
And then, before dinner, Jiyuchan also cried out.
“I got iiiiiit!!!”
It was an exclamation equally uncharacteristic of Jiyuchan.
Thus, all members of Dohyun’s party could now use Teleportation.
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The D-rank Zone Dungeon Region Basement 3rd Floor was different from Basement Levels 1 and 2—there were no torches that ignited on their own, no tools like night pearls to illuminate, nothing. It was a pitch-black darkness where one could only see ahead if they carried their own light source.
Unless a D-rank Hunter was confident in their abilities, they rarely ventured this deep.
But wherever you went, there were always those overconfident in their own strength, and Solark was one of them.
Those Leonid Race members from the Celestial Dimension Persin would be called “lion beastmen” if any Earth Hunter saw them.
The male boasted a magnificent mane, flaunting his striking golden fur and musculature, and around him were four—or should one say four?—lioness beastmen who fawned over him, creating a surprisingly cheerful atmosphere even in the darkness.
The lion beastman Solark gazed arrogantly at the D-rank Monster that appeared before him, and without even drawing a weapon, he swung a foot larger than a human head with such contempt that the head of the D-rank Monster, the Labyrinth Spider, was torn clean off in an instant and held in Solark’s grasp.
“Oh my!? It’s really Solark!”
“A Labyrinth Spider in one blow!?”
“My, how magnificent.”
“A true hero of this age!”
“Krahahahaha!!!”
At the lionesses’ praise, Solark laughed with a roar, and at that thunderous sound, the lionesses seemed smitten and pressed themselves closer to him.
It was certain that Solark’s strength far exceeded mere confidence—in the D-rank Zone, he was practically unrivaled.
If I had to be precise, I’d call myself top-tier D-rank.
The Leonid Race was inherently a mid-tier species; even without awakening, they began at E-rank from birth—a species blessed with absurd natural talent.
Any adult member could reach D-rank through sheer innate ability, a ridiculous gift of their bloodline.
Among them, Solark was exceptionally special.
‘Krhehe. The throne shall be mine.’
Born with royal blood flowing through his veins—a rare case among the Leonid Race—Solark believed he would soon reach A-rank, perhaps even S-rank without difficulty.
Though he indulged far too much in pleasure and recruited his Party primarily from lower-tier female Lionesses, it mattered little to him.
Solark was simply that strong.
He had intended to hunt a new Monster and boast of it to the females.
But as if encountering some troublemaker, Solark’s face—which had been smiling moments before—twisted into a scowl as he glared down the Corridor ahead.
Beast-yellow eyes pierced through the darkness, fixing upon a single figure moving through that space.
Creak, creak.
Screeeeak, creak.
An eerie sound echoed as if poorly oiled wood were grinding together, and Solark watched the figure moving through the Corridor, his eyes narrowing with caution.
The Lionesses sensed the ominous atmosphere and retreated, while Solark stepped forward instead, addressing the creature approaching him.
“Do you have business with me?”
The creature gave no reply to Solark’s words and continued advancing.
Screeeeak, screech.
As the friction sounds intensified and the distance closed, Solark’s night vision finally revealed the figure’s true form.
A body of wood shaped like a Scarecrow, wielding an enormous scythe, moving its wooden legs in a grotesquely jerky manner.
Screeeeak.
The movements were so labored and stuttering that Solark felt no great alarm; instead, he regarded the Scarecrow with displeasure and spoke again.
“Come any closer, and I’ll kill you.”
Solark channeled killing intent through his mana pressure, manifesting the advanced technique known as Flare.
As the shockwave of that Flare rippled outward and struck the creature, straw scattered as if caught in a violent gust, and in that instant—
Thud———
The creature’s jerky movements ceased abruptly.
Solark was about to laugh triumphantly, thinking victory assured. But without warning, the creature materialized before him, and the massive scythe it wielded swept down with terrible speed.
Solark thrust his powerful foreleg upward to block, but the Scarecrow’s scythe sheared through his claws as easily as cutting grass, continuing its arc to sever Solark’s neck cleanly.
Clang.
The magnificent mane Solark had boasted of was drenched in crimson blood as his head rolled across the ground like refuse, tangled and disheveled. As his head tumbled, the four female Lionesses behind him felt alarm bells shrieking in their minds and attempted to flee—but it was already too late.
The Scarecrow had already appeared silently in their path, raising its enormous scythe high.
Clang.
Five heads rolled across the ground like harvested pumpkins, and the Scarecrow gathered them together, grinning hideously as it muttered.
“H… e… a… d… s… r… e… m… a… i… n… i… n… g.”
The Scarecrow continued its grotesque murmuring, then grasped its scythe once more and methodically stuffed the heads into its straw-filled body before rising to its feet.
And then.
Screeeeak, creak.
Creak, screeeeak.
The Scarecrow wandered through the Alley, its wooden frame creaking with each movement.
After roaming for some time, it muttered to itself.
“…Do… I… need… to… go… to… the… 2nd… Floor…?”
The Scarecrow, which had been tilting its head at a 90-degree angle in confusion, soon realized there were no more heads in this Nearby Area of the Third Floor, so it climbed the stairs leading upward.
Creak, creak.
Creak, creeeeak.
Along with those familiar sounds.

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