Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95
EP23 – Hand (5)

I couldn’t get out of the way.
That’s what I’d planned to say before reaching for my blade.
They were assassins too.
And mages despised assassins, called them ‘sewer rats’.
I agreed. Before they scattered and disappeared into their holes, it would be best to kill them while they were still gathered.

But before I could respond to anything, a voice exploded from beyond the Administrative Bureau.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, you trash?”

Valmond, still pressing his face into the dirt, spoke without knowing the situation on this side.
As if spitting out grime.

“You’re not going anywhere, you bastards. I’m going to kill every last one of you.”

All the gazes that had been fixed on me swung toward Valmond instead.

“Well, well. That bastard’s mouth finally opened.”
“Your mouth opened first, Hitahil, you son of a—”
“What did you just say?”
“You can’t have forgotten, can you? When you buried your head between Edward’s legs begging for your life…”

Valmond, who had been an insider, began dragging out organizational secrets.
At his words, the faces of the Nibelung Family members stiffened. Killing intent began to rise in Hitahil’s eyes—the personnel team leader.

“Valmond! Mind your tongue, you little bastard! You want to die!?”

A subordinate cried out in panic.
At the same time, the Discipline Committee’s expression turned grim. Valmond had poured oil on a fire they’d carefully managed to suppress.
But there wasn’t just one or two cans of oil.

“Why can’t you say it’s not true? Huh? Ugh, I may be young, but I remember what matters… Ah, I should’ve taken a picture back then…”

At that moment, I changed my plan.
I decided to remain a bystander and do nothing.
The moment Valmond opened his mouth, the Scripts of the organization members exploded in number.
And every single one of them contained sensitive secrets about the Nibelung Family.

“Valmond, you little bastard!! If you don’t shut that mouth right now, I’ll go over there and crack your skull!”
“Go ahead… come on. Try it… Come in, you bastard… Discipline Committee!! Open the detention room door for me, will you?”

Valmond, who had shouted, coughed and heaved with labored breathing.

“Cadet Valmond! Please, just close your mouth!”
“Why should I?”
“Please! Can’t you see we’re trying to prevent a conflict right now!?”
“Shut it and open the door, you bastard… They looked down on the Academy, they disrespected me… Yeah, that’s good then. I’m as much a bastard as the Academy is… But they should’ve respected the Professor. Just the Professor…”

Apparently Valmond had caught the Nibelungs disrespecting some professor. And he’d seen it.
Looking at how restless he’d been with me, I understood.

“You! You bastards, all come in here! I’m going to kill every single one of you, so—!?”

Valmond thrashed like a beast and roared. The chains rattled with a metallic clang.

“…….”

At that, Hitahil, an executive of the Nibelung Family, wore an expression like a murderer.

“…Look, let’s all calm down, yes? We’ll handle this ourselves, so if the Nibelung Family could….”

The Discipline Committee was trying desperately to usher them out.
Still not satisfied, Valmond opened his mouth.

“…Hitahil, you bastard. You know that, don’t you? That Kurten’s been sleeping with your wife…?”

A sharp intake of breath sounded.
Valmond began dragging out things he’d learned back when he was an insider of insiders.

“Hey! You son of a bitch, shut your mouth! Where the hell are you getting this nonsense!”
“Valmond, aren’t you going to stop? You’re crossing a line here!”

An organization member cried out in shock.
It was no use.

“…Lines be damned, haha, didn’t you suspect…? Hell, even I knew as a kid—there’s no way you didn’t. Back at that Dark Palace event, you asked me why I was so scared of you…? Of course I was scared, you bastard….”
“Hey! Valmond!!”
“Your wife was naked behind the curtain with Division Chief Kurten, so of course I was scared, you damn fool. Wasn’t I…? And now that I think about it, the kid’s almost ten…. Wait, is that even your daughter…?”
“You, you crazy son of a bitch!!”

Subordinates rushed forward in panic.
The Discipline Committee had to block them with their bodies.
The two groups collided.

“Come on out, you bastards! I’m going to cut out that bastard’s tongue!”
“No, no, don’t come closer! Keep your distance!”
“Get out here now! Damn it, or at least shut that bastard’s lying mouth!”

The subordinates threw themselves forward, venting their rage.
Some of them were thinking: here it comes, just as expected.
The executive then moved.

“Chief. We can’t do this…!”
“Let go.”
“Ch, Chief…!”

Human Resources Chief Hitahil wore an expressionless face.

“You won’t let go?”

He simply swatted his subordinate’s hand away. With a soft scrape, he drew his blade and approached the Detention Room.
This time, the Discipline Committee director moved to block him, sword in hand.

“Stop and leave this place.”
“…If you don’t move, you die first.”
“Please, let’s not escalate this further. Please. I’m sorry for everything. But…”

Then lightning crackled across Hitahil’s body.

Crackle-crackle-crackle—

Unmistakable killing intent. The kind that made the skin prickle.
His blade then pierced through the Discipline Committee director’s abdomen.
Thud!!
As the sword erupted with spines like a hedgehog, it thrust through and out of the director’s body.
A spray of blood erupted with the sound of impact.
But in the same instant, shuriken flew in from all directions, embedding themselves in Hitahil.
Crack-crack-crack, bang!!
Each one struck with the force of artillery fire. Hitahil dodged nearly all of them, but one found his forehead, and blood spilled across his face.
That became the signal.

“Go! All in!!”
“Damn it all!!”
“Hold them back! Hold them!!”

The area became pandemonium. The organization members mingled with the academy members, drawing blades and firing guns.
Several Discipline Committee members shielded the observers with their own bodies.
One organization member wedged himself through the chaos and smashed open the Detention Room lock.
Then he trampled Valmond, thud-thud, driving the man’s head into the ground several times—but Valmond bit down on the man’s ankle instead. “Ahhhhh!!” He bit so hard that blood sprayed everywhere, drenching the man’s face.
But that blood was poisonous, a dark purple, and it got in the man’s eyes. Valmond writhed in agony.
All of this unfolded in mere seconds. Yet the ignited chaos subsided in an instant. Amid deafening noise and shouting, amid blood and gore, a remarkably small voice cut through the din with perfect clarity.

“Who started this?”

Those rushing forward flinched; those pinning down the fallen felt strength drain from their limbs.

What followed was an impossible sight. The floor of the building, the walls, the ceiling—all warped and bent of their own accord, transforming into razor-sharp edges. And all of them pointed at everyone in the room.

Through that impossible display of power, a man stepped in from beyond the grotesquely twisted gap in the wall.

Director of the Black Path Division at Hiaka Academy.
Ranked 214th, a Grandmaster on the verge of reaching Challenger status.
A middle-aged man of imposing build with a decadent air about him.
Also the man who had offered me two hundred million Hika over seven years.

“Hmm?”

It was Betelgeuse, the Master Professor.

“Why’s everyone silent? I asked who started this.”

He broke up the situation as if settling a squabble among children. Both the Discipline Committee and the entirety of the Nibelung Family stepped back.

“Was it you?”
“No, sir….”
“Then was it you?”
“No, Master….”
“So no one started it. Then why did the fighting start?”

Snap!

Betelgeuse flicked his fingers, and every warped element jutting from the building turned and returned to its original place.

‘Is that the Restoration formula….’

As an observer, I couldn’t help but marvel internally. In this world, Alchemy was an esoteric art that transformed the state, composition, and form of matter itself. By that standard, Betelgeuse’s mastery of Alchemy had reached godlike heights.

“Acting like children in the Administrative Bureau, the both of you.”

Betelgeuse distinguished between the two groups that way, then pulled up a chair and sat down.

At that moment, both sides felt relief wash over them internally. Finally, this crisis was over. What a great Master Professor, they thought.

“Hitahil.”
“…Yes, Division Chief.”
“For now, let’s head back. We’ll consider today’s matter settled between us.”
“…Understood.”

Even Hitahil, Valmond’s man who had sparked this entire incident, bowed his head.
Before overwhelming power, the rage of the weak becomes so utterly powerless.
I should have known…… yet it wasn’t over.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, you bastard!!”

It was Valmond.
With eyes brimming with blood-soaked venom seeping through, Valmond screamed, his face streaked with crimson.
He’d only just freed his arms and neck from the organization member’s restraint.

“Valmond! Please, just stop!”
“Shut your mouth!! Where do you think you’re going, Hitahil, you son of a bitch?! Off to visit someone else’s kid at your family home?!”
“Wait, Valmond! Hey, hey, lower that bolt!”
“Don’t you dare!!”

As an officer hurriedly lowered the bolt to lock the door, Valmond seized the iron bars and slammed his forehead against them.

“Open it!!!”

Bang! Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!!
The skin of his forehead tore open in bloody strips.

“Open it! Open it, you goddamn bastards!!”

Everyone flinched and thought the same thing: Valmond didn’t know who had come here because of the venom in his eyes.
Reading that look, Betelgeuse sighed and shook his head.

“Valmond. Enough.”

Again, the voice hammered directly into the ear.
At that moment, everyone present had no doubt that Valmond would calm down.

“Screw off!!”

So when Valmond’s words burst out, everyone gasped in shock once more.

“Valmond. If you rampage any further, it won’t be good for you. You understand that yourself, don’t you? Your―”
“Shut your mouth, Betelgeuse! What gives you the right to control me, you bastard?!”

Not to mention the Discipline Committee.
Even the Nibelung Family was beginning to turn deathly pale.
And in that moment, I understood.
Even Betelgeuse hadn’t won Doberman’s heart—hadn’t earned the recognition of the Beast-man’s heir.

“Why are you acting like a child?”
“―Don’t mock me!!”

He roared.
The Administrative Bureau echoed with the force of it.

“What right do you have to lecture me?! You who stayed silent when our father died! You who tried to use Zamryong Academy! How dare you teach me anything!”
“I told you—your father’s matter…”
“Shut up―!!! Open the door!! Open this damn door already!! You bastard!!”

After that, Valmond convulsed again, slamming his head against the iron bars.
At the same moment, everyone in the Administrative Bureau froze.

“The Nibelung Family can wait outside.”
“Yes, of course.”

At Betelgeuse’s instruction, the Nibelung Family filed out of the room.

From where I stood as a mere observer, things had been manageable up to this point.
Valmond was gradually wearing down, and the friction between the Nibelung Family and the Discipline Committee had begun to settle.
But what came next was anything but manageable.

“Ugh……!!”

Then, without warning, everything changed.
Valmond clutched at his chest.
His body buckled, his head slamming hard against the floor.
And then—

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A jet-black energy erupted from Valmond’s body.
Like light itself.
Black light—was there ever a more contradictory phrase? And yet there it was: unmistakably a “light” of the deepest black.

“What!?”
“What—what is that!”
“What’s happening to him…!?”

The officers cried out in alarm.
In the chaos of this sudden turn, everyone was caught off guard.
Only Betelgeuse and I recognized what this truly was.

‘That’s…….’

The Stigma of the Dark Starlight Seat.
The Stigma that had lain dormant within his body was now unleashing its dark, catastrophic essence.

My mind raced. The Dark Starlight Seat symbolized darkness, oblivion, fear, and curse—and given how perfectly suited those themes were to a Script, it carried more debuffs than any other Seat. Thirty of them, to be exact.

A curse that strips away composure, escalates crises, floods the body with adrenaline, and ultimately destroys both individual and collective.
If I had to guess, it was the eighty-first curse: the Curse of Self-Destruction.

● Zamryong Academy First Year Valmond [Curse of Self-Destruction]

The name tag shifted, confirming my suspicion perfectly.
Now it made sense. Why Valmond had convulsed so abnormally. The curse’s influence had been eating away at him all along.
Someone had placed a curse upon Valmond. And judging by the Stigma of the Dark Starlight Seat, the culprit was…….

“The… the energy is growing stronger….”
“What is this ominous thing? Could it be a… curse?”

As it intensified, tension rippled through the room.
Those who sensed the latent killing intent recoiled in dread.

“P-Professor…! That…!!”

Even Betelgeuse’s expression, which had remained so composed until now, grew visibly taut.

“It’s a curse.”
“What…!?”
“The Stigma of the Dark Starlight Seat has been converted into a Curse. If this continues, his Beastial Nature will surface.”

Betelgeuse’s decadent eyes drooped slightly.

“This is troublesome.”

He was right. Curses in the eighties are extraordinarily dangerous.
The reason I’d held back until now was simple—I’d judged that no deaths would result from this situation. In the meantime, I needed to extract information. And I was, in fact, succeeding.
But this is different. There’s no way a cadet-level practitioner can withstand a high-order Curse of this magnitude.

“Nngh…!!”

Valmond writhed, his head pressed down against the ground.
He twisted in agony while the division members around him panicked.

“Valmond! What’s wrong with you, you bastard!”
“It’s me—Vulcan! Vulcan! Do you remember?!”
“Just calm down for a moment….”

That was when it happened.

“Get away!!”

Valmond lunged at those trying to approach and soothe him, striking out wildly.
Crash!!
His arm swung through the air and the iron bars bent; a division member caught by his forearm tumbled across the floor.

“Aaargh!!”

A sharp scream tore through the space.

“Vulcan!”
“Hey!”
“Ugh… I’m… I’m fine…!”
“Fine? What do you mean fine! Call the Medical Ward!”

I narrowed my eyes. So now he was attacking even those approaching with good intent? The Curse’s symptoms were escalating rapidly.

“Valmond, that son of a—!”

The Discipline Committee members erupted in fury.
Even knowing it was a Curse, they burned with anger. Valmond was crossing lines.
And growing more dangerous by the moment. Those iron bars he couldn’t snap before—this last blow nearly shattered them completely.
A difficult situation. What could be done? A Stigma cannot be controlled by holy magic or such things. If you merely suppress it with force, the heart rate accelerates threefold, fourfold, until death.

A pulse—

That was when something struck my consciousness. A fleeting noise, like static. Then,

A gentle voice resonated through my mind.
I turned my head. Betelgeuse was looking at me.
He had reached out through Telepathic Whisper, a technique only high-level martial masters command.

It was an unexpected question.
Help me? I’m not sure what I can do.

Betelgeuse glanced at Valmond for a moment, then turned slowly to look back at me.

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