Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor - Chapter 134

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Episode 134
EP29 – Humanity’s First Incursion, and After (2)

Assassin Town had been in upheaval these past few days. It was due to worldwide attention focused on the Kahala Earldom’s Isolation Barrier and the battle with the massive beast.

– Journalists coming from Hitahita;;;
– News about the Kahala Earldom popping up on Khan Federation Central Communications lol
– And it’s showing up on Croitz public broadcast too lmaooo

Other nations were nothing to speak of.
The Imperial broadcast, watched across the entire continent, had been talking about it relentlessly day after day.

– The Empire’s released another special analysis segment on Kahala strategy. lol

To insular Hiaka, the Empire had always been a space of admiration—a vast stage for superior beings.
But now.
Praise for Hiaka’s commander was pouring in from that very place, day after day.

– Omg lol the Empire’s live central communications brought out “Strife Starlight Seat” and they’re showering praise on the Kahala Earldom’s tactical commander
└ No seriously lmaooooooooo
└ Living this long and the day finally comes lolololol

Thus, at present, assassins worn numb by the deaths of others had fallen into a festive mood.

– Yaaasss! Long live Hiaka!
└ Hiaka eternal!!!!!!

– Wow, there was a Chief Professor from Hiaka Academy
└ Damn lol~~
└ Flutter lollll~~

– My apologies. Is this, by chance, the land of the War God?
└ Show proper respect.
└ Ah, do remove your shoes before entering.

– From now on, I must live with pride.
└ Why
└ Because I am a Hiakan, a citizen of the nation that possesses a genius strategist, a War God.
└ Absolutely unhinged lmaooo

– Recommendation for any nervous Croitz spies starting to get scared lolololololololol
└ I’m a spy and I hit the recommendation lol
└ I’m crying too †ㅅ† ;;;;;

– Breaking News) Defection to Battalion Empire imminent
└ Ah f*ck, I actually thought that was real lololololololol
└ Insane lollll
└ With that bastard, it’s entirely possible lol

– Is the Empire afraid of Hiaka’s development? Is the Empire afraid of Hiaka’s development? Is the Empire afraid of Hiaka’s development? Is the Empire afraid of Hiaka’s development?

– But when I looked at the war scenario simulation, 900 casualties doesn’t make any sense. How in the world did they pull that off?
└ Has the Kahala family’s official statement come out yet?
└ nope the Empire and the Royal Court say they don’t know either

– Wait, the Imperial Court just sent another official document ten minutes ago lol
└ No way lol
└ [The name of the War God is questioned.] Damn lolololol
└ Haha, seriously ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ The continental emperor literally called him the ‘God of War’ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ The Empire only put out search notices for two people in the last 10 years, and one of them is from Hiaka ㄷㄷ

Every single day brought fresh scandal and dopamine rushes.
But.
For a day or two, it was all thrilling and wonderful.
By the fourth day, articles began flooding in with the tone that ‘several Starlight Seats have abandoned their posts.’
In the Assassin Town, where information sensitivity ran high, whispers of something decidedly odd began to take root.

– Hey, but doesn’t this reaction feel less hot than burning, like it’s actually on fire?
└ Yeah… it’s good our kingdom person is becoming famous. But thinking of the Empire’s style….
└ Something feels off. Like this isn’t a time for laughing and making noise.

Those who needed to know already did.
The Empire’s style. Its nature.

If there was something the Empire desired,
the Empire claimed it. Always.

└ ……Isn’t the atmosphere getting a little dangerous right now?

* * *

It was immediately after the Isolation Barrier had been lifted. Some five hundred unfamiliar assassins and knights suddenly descended upon the Kahala Earldom. And then they sealed it off once more, just as it had been opened.

Though their number was not overwhelming, each one of them carried an air of formidable strength.
Earl Kahala trembled like a man who had placed a crocodile between his thighs. He couldn’t determine who they were.
But fortunately, they were not enemies. They had come from Hiaka Academy.
The Royal Court and Hiaka Academy had arrived to protect the Kahala Earldom.

And so now, Shaman and Ezekiel questioned me in the infirmary.

“It’s you, isn’t it? The God of War.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“…Yes, it is.”

After hearing the rough outline of events, Shaman’s eyes began to tremble as though they might roll back into his skull.

“Dante Hiaka.”
“…Yes.”
“Do you remember how long it’s been since you nearly died getting beaten by a Royal Court knight?”
“…….”
“And after I painstakingly saved your wretched life, you come careening into some remote Kahala of all places looking to die? Are you truly a youth so obsessed with death that you’ve gone mad?”
“…I, I was wrongly accused….”
“…….”

After what felt like two hundred years of tension, Shaman’s head tilted at a diagonal angle with the expression of a baker who’d watched his shop burn down. *Grrk, grrk-* It was terrifying.

“…….”

I quietly averted my eyes. Before Shaman could lunge and throttle me, Ezekiel hurriedly cut to the point.

“We can ask the details later. Let me put this bluntly. We’ll create another alias for you.”
“…Like how you did for Cain, sir?”
“Exactly. This is drawing far more public attention than the Sector 9 Christmas incident—at minimum several times over.”
“…….”
“Official documents from the Imperial Court have surfaced. The Competition Starlight Seat dungeon—we don’t know who controls it, so the Court is sitting idle for now—but the Kahala Earldom location is confirmed.”

I nodded. It was what I’d anticipated.
The United States, which styled itself as the world’s policeman, saw oil and promptly delivered democracy to the Middle East.

– Here, please accept freedom and equality! (Missile bombardment)

Of course, the Hatengrajou Empire was not the United States, and my position was not yet comparable to oil, but it was reason enough to be cautious.

“Understood. I will create an additional avatar—one as a professor of military strategy, another as an elderly man.”

After sending the two away, I created a new avatar. This time, an old man. I used Galois and Mo-ong as references.
I thought there was a refined elegance to an elegantly dressed elderly man that transcended age and gender.

‘The form is sufficient. Next comes the name.’

The first was Cain.
For some reason.
I wondered if I should name the second Abel.

‘…He gets killed by his brother, though.’

Of course, that’s a story from Genesis, and this is inside a game, so there’s no real connection—but it still felt off somehow.
So, on a hunch, I summoned Cain.
The boy, who had been summoned with his back turned, slowly rotated his body and spotted me.
Then he smiled softly.

“…Hello.”

But then he caught sight of my bandages, and his eyes widened. ‘…?’ As if asking why I was so badly wounded. Concern pooled in those round eyes.

“I’m fine. But Cain—”
“Yes?”
“From now on, you’re going to have a younger brother. His name is Abeltus. What do you think about that?”
“…?”

Cain tilted his head, then smiled.

“That’s good…”

Permission granted from my elder self.
And yet ‘Abel’ still felt uneasy, so I settled on the name Abeltus instead—for some reason, it had the ring of a war god’s name.
Compared to Cain, Abeltus was larger in build and could hold considerably more instructions and memories.

Complete.

“Lift your head, the war god Abeltus.”

I pressed the power button.

The elderly man with white hair and white beard, who had been kneeling with his head bowed, raised his gaze.

“I offer my salutations.”

Weighty eyes, sharp features. There dwelt in them the bearing of a man who had lived on the front lines of humanity, surrendering himself for family and homeland.

“You are my master. I have been born into this land, charged with a mission by your exalted hand. I pledge to lay down my breath beneath your feet.”

I was satisfied.
But then.

“From this moment forth, I, Abeltus, shall place foolish humanity under your dominion.
“…What?”
“Like a flock of lost sheep. These vulgar human creatures, who delight only in conflict and discord, must submit to your control. My lord.”

Hold on.
Something about his words felt off.
So I thought it over.
Then I recalled the instruction I’d planted: ‘move in the direction of obtaining Star Fragments.’

‘Ah. The Peace Starlight Seat gave me the most Star Fragments.’

So it seemed his fundamental way of thinking had been shaped to align with the Peace Starlight Seat’s values.
After all, when it comes to misanthropy, who better than the Peace Starlight Seat?

“Abeltus.”
“Yes.”
“Refrain from speaking that way in front of others.”
“Of course, my lord.”

After that, I left Cain and Abeltus together for a moment. Cain grinned with childlike delight, calling out “…my brother?” while the old man simply accepted it without much reaction.

“…Is it okay if I draw on this?”
“What? Sure. Do whatever.”

Then Cain started scribbling on my bandages with a marker, and the old man followed suit, writing something in an elegant script.
elegant script
in fine calligraphy.
This was the scenery of my two alternate selves.

– Ezekiel: The heroes of the Kahala Earldom should visit the Royal Court soon.

That’s when I received a striking message from Ezekiel.

– Dante: A Merit Ceremony?
– Ezekiel: That’s right.

A Merit Ceremony.
A place where deeds are discussed
and honors are bestowed.

– Ezekiel: Furthermore, His Highness wishes to see you in person and hear your account.
– Ezekiel: The honorees number six: the God of War, yourself, Aimon, Mo-ong, Glory, and Earl Kahala.
– Ezekiel: You’d have had to visit the capital eventually anyway—this just moves it up a bit.

I acknowledged and ended the communication.
I had to move quickly. I then informed Mo-ong and Aimon of the situation and coordinated our story to say there had been a false war commander named ‘Abeltus.’
Mo-ong nodded without objection.
Aimon raised a concern.

“That’s clever, but will the other commanders keep quiet and accept it like we will? If the Empire investigates and digs into the truth, word will leak out somewhere.”

A commander named Abeltus had never truly existed.

“There is a method for that.”
“What is it?”

Memory Falsification.
I sought out the key commanders and deployed Memory Falsification on them, implanting memories that there had been a separate supreme commander during the war.

“Abeltus… he was our general, wasn’t he?”
“He was.”

By the time we finished here, another day had slipped away.
I was exhausted.
I was beginning to lose interest in Earl Kahala, in Incursions, in everything—all I wanted was to go home and watch elephants.

‘Good grief.’

I couldn’t explain how I’d come to want to see a Two-horned Demon at all.
Not that it was precious to me or anything like that, not at all.
It was always a ragged thing, and eating dandelions or acorns just seemed pitiful to watch.
I’d checked before—it wasn’t impossible to bring it down from Starlight Meeting Mountain.
I could dress it in human clothes, feed it something delicious, even set up a mattress in the cave for it.
Truth be told, I didn’t particularly care if the Demon Race ate dandelions or slept on bare stone, but… the guilt from having stabbed it kept circling back, and maybe that was the reason.

Yet there was still much to do. The settlement after the war needed to be managed. I had to meet with the Dante Assassination Unit and Kaiser, both still working outside. And I needed to see the hero separately.

‘For now, let’s start with the accounting.’

Back in my quarters, I decided to carefully take stock of what we’d gained and lost in this war.

‘I obtained a total of three hundred Star Fragments.’

I’d expected to have to tighten my belt for another two or three months after using Stigma Bestowal.
Yet somehow an enormous flood of Sponsorship had poured in.
Fifty from Bomiteca’s death.
Two hundred fifty from Sponsorship.
Two hundred fifty Star Fragments awarded at once is a figure only possible in the late game, yet—
how did I receive it at this point?

‘I don’t know. Curious.’

Good was good, regardless.
Next came three things:

＊ 「Auspice Starlight Seat □」 Lucky Box [Rare]
＊ 「Auspice Starlight Seat □」 Lucky Box [Heroic]
＊ 「Auspice Starlight Seat □」 Lucky Box [Legendary]

When I pulled them from my Inventory and set them on the bandaged hand beside me, Ran’s eyes blinked.

“Stigma Lucky Boxes, sir?”
“That’s right.”

One of the sweetest rewards the Star has to offer.
When you open these boxes, equipment with Stigmas, accessories, consumables and the like can emerge.
As you know, equipment with [Stigmas] costs three to thirty times more than ordinary equipment.
And I had three of these boxes.
Moreover, these were Lucky Boxes that included a [Legendary] tier.

“Will you open them now, sir?”
“Of course.”
“How exciting.”

Ran spoke flatly, devoid of any genuine feeling.
There was no excitement in those words at all.

“I’m excited too.”

I said that much and looked in the mirror, and my own expression resembled Ran’s.
So we were just two people here saying we were excited while our faces looked rotten.
But apart from my expression, my heart was genuinely thrilled. I hoped something good would come out.

“Let me wash up first.”
“You speak reverently.”
“I do.”
“I’ll fetch water and bow as well.”

We went about our tasks without expression and gathered again.
Kneeling before the box.

What would come out?

* * *

– From the Log of ⧉’s Grand Chaos Chat Management… –

☮ wishes to sponsor 1,000 Star Fragments.
≪ ⧉ rejects it. Reason: Balance violation ≫
☮ : ㅇㅁㅇ? ㅡㅅㅡ?? -ㅁ-?
☮ wishes to sponsor 999 Star Fragments.
≪ ⧉ rejects it. Reason: Balance violation ≫
☮ : ㅇㅁㅇ,, ㅡㅅㅡ,, -ㅁ-,,

– While Dante Hiaka duels with Bomiteca, the Bomiteca’s jaw touched by the Stigma of Light fails to heal. –

⚉ watches the scene and clicks his tongue at †.
† : ?
⚉ advises † that if he wastes Stigmas carelessly like this everywhere, that’s why the current Cross Starlight Seat is such a person. He should use it more carefully.
† laughs softly.
† scoffs and says that the words of a lower-ranked guardian Starlight Seat, the Dark Starlight Seat, are so distant they don’t even reach his ears.
⚉ : ?
⚉ is quite displeased. He was only offering advice. Besides, the ranking differs by only two places between ninth and seventh. This incident will lower the Cross Starlight Seat’s ranking.
† scoffs.
† laughs, saying that if it’s his Starlight Seat, he can kill someone like the Dark Starlight Seat even if his ranking drops.
⚉ : ?
⚉ moves to pick a fight.

☮ tries to stop the fight.
⁺₊⋆ tries to stop the fight.
♥ also hurries to stop the fight.
↑ and ж find it fascinating.
│ㅅㅇ) also hurries to stop the fight.
But │ㅅㅇ) wonders aloud if he could really win even if his ranking dropped.

⚉ says it’s absurd.
† says it’s obvious.
⚉ spits out an emotionally charged curse.
† also grows angry. The atmosphere turns hostile.

≪ ⧉ settles the fight. ≫

│ㅂㅇ) is terrified.
│ㅂㅇ) hopes everyone will avoid fighting.
But according to │ㅂㅇ)’s thinking, ranking is absolute, yet if matchup advantage is superior, one could win……

≪ ⧉ has banished │ㅁㅇ). ≫

♥ criticizes ⚉, informing them that it was ⚉ who picked a fight with † for no reason while they were sitting peacefully.
† agrees.

≪ ⧉ has calmed the dispute. ≫

⚉ : ???
⚉ is bewildered. The Starlight Seats of righteous disposition are taking sides against them three to one.

≪ ⧉ has calmed the dispute. ≫

† asks if ⚉ is frightened.
⚉ grows furious.
♥ says frankly that this is ⚉’s fault. They must acknowledge it.
† agrees.
⚉ “…….”
Enraged, ⚉ exercises their divine authority.
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† is ■■ ■■■ ■■ ■■■■
♥ : ■■ ■■■■■ ■
⁺₊⋆ : ■■
☮ : ■■
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≪ ⧉ has banished ⚉. ≫

†, ♥, ⁺₊⋆ : Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

≪ ⧉ has banished †, ♥, and ⁺₊⋆. ≫

Fire’s thoughts are a complete mess!!
ж clicks their tongue.
↑ lets out a sigh.

☮ wishes to sponsor 000,000 Star Fragments.
⧉ : ??
⧉ thinks it over carefully—the number is truncated. In other words, they meant to sponsor one million pieces.
☮ : ㅇㅂㅇ? ㅇㅁㅇ;; ㅇㅂㅇa;?
☮ says they don’t really know and starts to mumble, the three of them looking at each other……

≪ ⧉ has banished ☮. ≫

– ⧉’s Complete Chaos Chat Management Log END –

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