The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 64

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Academy Absolute Professor Episode 64
Monsters Gathering One by One
Evening.
Kassar walked into the area behind the New Training Hall, where construction had come to a temporary halt.
“You came.”
Kang Hyeon, who had been leaning his back against the fence, rose to his feet.
Oh In-bang was there as well, and so was Lee Se-ah.
They had come to watch the Mongolian student being tested.
Just how would the famous Kassar with the Red Eyes respond to Kang Hyeon’s killing intent?
“Professor Kang Hyeon.”
Kassar stood before him.
“I want to learn from you.”
Korean prepared hastily for this moment.
“Hmm.”
Lee Se-ah let out a small exclamation.
“For someone so massive, his pronunciation is adorable, isn’t it?”
“Quiet, chick.”
Kang Hyeon asked Kassar directly.
“Why do you want to learn from me?”
“Because.”
Though he had come at Professor Batar’s direction, Kassar’s choice was unmistakably his own.
“I want to become stronger.”
“Isn’t that the same for every student here?”
From this point on, an interpreter conveyed the words, and Kassar, listening to the translation, closed his eyes and deliberated.
How much time passed?
“I don’t want to be controlled by anyone ever again.”
Kassar had learned everything.
That he had attacked a civilian home in the dead of night without consciousness, that he had nearly killed a boy.
“My body was not my own. That I could kill someone without knowing it—I nearly committed an unimaginable crime.”
“And?”
“I want to become strong enough that no one can ever steal my body and mind.”
‘Interesting.’
Interest kindled in Kang Hyeon’s eyes.
He had several possible responses, but this was by far the one that pleased him most.
Because.
‘He speaks of hating the demonic.’
To Kang Hyeon, that was what mattered most.
He hoped that those not cut from the cloth of the Seven Element True Form would one day stand against the servants of Asura.
“Good.”
Swish!
Drawing a wooden practice sword, Kang Hyeon traced a line in the dirt floor.
“You caught the gist, I’m sure. Just cross this line.”
Kassar would likely clench his teeth and force his way across.
They didn’t call him a promising prospect of global renown for nothing.
That’s why Kang Hyeon slipped his hand into his robe.
Clink!
“……!”
The moment Kassar saw the Spirit Bottle being drawn, his complexion turned deathly pale.
“……That’s!”
He now understood what energy dwelled within that bottle.
His body recoiled in instinctive terror, and nausea welled up unbidden.
“This is my test.”
Kang Hyeon smiled languidly.
“Can you cross over without being consumed by this aura?”
Whoooosh!
The instant those words left his mouth, an immense pressure surged forth from Kang Hyeon’s body.
“Gkh!”
Kassar’s breath caught in his throat.
His vision darkened, and fear crawling up his spine seized his feet.
“Overcome it.”
“Ugh!”
“The child you tried to kill that day—you almost died because you were weak.”
At those words, Kassar’s pupils trembled.
“An innocent boy’s heart nearly stopped beating simply because your will was frail.”
Kang Hyun deliberately provoked him.
Demonic Qi is fundamentally a poison that multiplies by feeding on human weakness.
If Kassar feared that memory and tried to turn away from it—
when he later faced real servants of Asura, that trauma could shackle him.
To prevent that, there was only one way: to overcome it himself.
“My will wasn’t weak! I didn’t even know I was infected!”
Kassar screamed the words as he walked, his voice raw with anguish.
“Then prove it.”
Clink-clink!
The Demonic Qi inside the Spirit Bottle thrashed wildly.
It was as if it whispered directly into Kassar’s ear.
Come back to me.
You belong to me.
Struggle as you might, you cannot escape me.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Kassar clenched his teeth.
Blood trickled.
He bit hard enough to draw it.
“I am!”
Bang!
He drove his fist down savagely.
“Kassar!”
Bang!
Once more.
“Son of the steppes!”
His Red Eyes blazed as if set aflame.
“My body is mine!”
His pace quickened, and suddenly he crossed the line.
The moment he stepped over it, he fell to his knees and gasped for breath—but Kang Hyun was genuinely taken aback.
‘He broke free that easily?’
Trauma is never such a light thing.
It settles deep in the unconscious, where ordinary willpower cannot easily dismiss it.
Even Kang Hyun still carried remnants of the old monsters within him.
‘This one’s a monster too.’
Kang Hyun’s lips curled in satisfaction.
This was certainly worth accepting as a Student.
“…Did I pass?”
“Barely.”
Kang Hyun tucked the Spirit Bottle back into his robes.
Oh In-bang, watching the scene unfold, wore an expression far from ease.
‘After Do Jeong-hyeok, now Red-Eyes Kassar is joining?’
‘…He’s a monster too.’
‘Monsters keep gathering under the Professor.’
At this rate, it was only a matter of time before he lost his position as team leader.
“Cha Yu-sik, Gwak Do-jin.”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
“From now on, he joins the dawn training rotation. Spar with him in turns.”
“Understood!”
“As for which team Kassar joins…”
Kang Hyun’s gaze swept over Oh In-bang, then rose with a mischievous glint.
“Kassar will choose in a week.”

* * *
Not long after Batar and the Mongolian Students departed—
an armored vehicle rolled through the Academy’s Main Gate.
It was a special transport team sent from Mongolia.
“Are you Professor Kang Hyeon? This is something Professor Batar sent.”
She signed the tablet the transport supervisor handed her, and he set down the metal case before leaving.
Kang Hyeon inwardly clicked her tongue.
‘It arrived this quickly?’
Batar’s standing within Mongolia must be considerable.
Click!
As she opened the case, cold air poured out.
The Extreme Yin Jade Marrow, which contained the very essence of extreme yin, was the bone of a spiritual being.
Kang Hyeon immediately called for Baek Yu-yeon.
“Master, did you call for me?”
“Look at this.”
“What is it?”
At the extraordinary cold radiating from it, her eyes widened.
“This is Batar’s payment for Kassar’s life. It’s a medicinal ingredient beyond price. This is yours.”
“…I didn’t treat him hoping to receive something so extraordinary.”
Baek Yu-yeon felt burdened.
Kang Hyeon clicked her tongue.
“When someone offers you something as a token of gratitude, outright refusal isn’t always the answer.”
“But—”
“You must learn to understand the heart of the giver as well. Why else would they go so far?”
And though you don’t know it, you could accept far more than this without issue.
Because you’ll inevitably be drawn into helping save this world.
Baek Yu-yeon, turning over Kang Hyeon’s words in her mind, soon nodded.
“I understand—if I accept, Professor Batar’s heart will be at ease. Then I’ll gratefully receive it.”
“This isn’t for you to consume, anyway.”
“Pardon?”
“Your sister will take it.”
“Seol Mu-wol?”
Normally, the Nine Yin Meridian Break would need to be counteracted by an extreme yang medicinal elixir, like an inner elixir from the Solar Fire Furnace.
But—
Now Seol Mu-wol was learning the Extreme Yin Heart Method under the Sword Sage.
That is, she no longer needed extreme yang medicinal elixirs at all.
“Poison is originally suppressed by poison, after all… and so.”
Kang Hyeon tapped the case with her finger.
“You’ll decoct this yourself and refine it into a medicinal pill.”
“Me?”
Baek Yu-yeon pointed to herself in question.
She was confident in acupuncture, but alchemy was still a beginner’s art to her.
“You were always interested in the methods of alchemy anyway. Your next lesson is alchemy.”
Kang Hyeon pulled a thick Secret Manual from her robe and held it out.
“Memorize all of it.”
⪡Heavenly Origin Pill Refinement Method⪢
“A true physician must know how to make medicine as well.”
“…!”
Baek Yu-yeon’s eyes began to shimmer.
‘Finally, the next lesson!’
And an alchemy manual at that!
How much more wondrous knowledge lay within that Secret Manual?
She’d already surpassed Professor Hwang Ye-rim with just the Heavenly Meridian General Theory and Heavenly Medicine Precious Acupuncture—if she mastered this alchemy method too?
“Th-thank you, Master.”
Baek Yu-yeon carefully accepted the Secret Manual.
Her expression was as if she held the whole world in her hands.
“I’m not asking you to begin immediately—just read it first and grow sufficiently familiar with it. You’ll need it once Seol Mu-wol’s foundation is more solidified anyway.”
“Yes!”
“And.”
Kang Hyeon added offhandedly.
“For any medicinal materials or equipment you need during practice, bill the Tae Jeong Trading Company. They’ll bring everything.”
“Really, is that truly all right?”
“Have you ever heard me say something twice?”
He’s my student, after all.
I can spend money freely on him without hesitation.

* * *
A few days later, outside the Main Gate of the Academy.
“Honey, pull your chin in a bit. People are staring.”
“What do you mean? This place is so much more magnificent than what I saw on television.”
Min Seo-jun’s parents, dressed in their finest clothes, were overwhelmed by the grandeur of the Academy’s grounds.
“This is just a different world altogether.”
Even his father, who had groused about objecting to everything, found himself compelled to walk through those gates—such was the Academy’s prestige.
“But honey, do you really think that professor will get our Seo-jun admitted? I looked into it, and apparently he’s not a tenured professor—he’s on a contract?”
“Isn’t a contract professor still a professor?”
“Well, yes, but it’s a one-year contract. If it goes to next year, he won’t be a professor anymore.”
“Hmm.”
Doubt crept in.
What if they’d enrolled him relying on this one professor, and then that professor disappeared?
What would become of Seo-jun then?
His father glanced sideways at his son.
Even as they walked, the boy was jotting something down in his notebook.
“What are you writing down so furiously over all these sights?”
What he was writing was a formula his father couldn’t possibly decipher.
The array problem that Professor Kang Hyeon had assigned?
He’d solved it all in a single day.
Yet Seo-jun’s eyes still gleamed like a child who’d discovered a toy he’d never seen before, and he’d been excitedly writing something down without stopping—and that hadn’t changed since then.
‘He’s my own son, but who on earth does he take after?’
His father shook his head in wonder and made his way toward the security office.
“Good day.”
“Yes, what brings you in?”
The security guard asked in a clipped tone.
“We’d like to get our son enrolled.”
“I beg your pardon?”
The guard’s brows furrowed sharply.
The entrance ceremony had ended long ago—why was this man talking about admission now?
His gaze shifted to the boy standing behind the father.
At most, he looked like a middle schooler.
“Sir, this is a national Academy. How old is your son?”
“Fifteen.”
“Ha—well, this isn’t a place where middle schoolers can be admitted.”
The guard clicked his tongue inwardly.
The place was so famous that overzealous parents occasionally showed up like this.
Claiming their sons were geniuses, asking to have them enrolled.
“But someone inside invited us here.”
“What? Who invited you?”
The moment irritation crept into the guard’s voice.
“This person here. They told us to bring our son for sure.”
The father drew a Professor Credential from his pocket and thrust it forward.
[National Hunter Academy, Special Instruction Professor Kang Hyeon]
‘Kang Hyeon?’
The guard’s face went pale.
This was one professor he had to be careful about—unlike the others.
Rumor had it that even Jin Myeong-hun, the senior professor, deferred to him, and the dean backed him up as well.
The man who’d become the real power at this Academy within mere months of arriving!
The guard examined the credential he’d received.
Since only one credential was ever issued per professor, he could verify it with the scanner.
Beep!
‘It’s real!’
What on earth was this bizarre situation?
“Ha—haha! So you’re a guest of Professor Kang Hyeon!”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you.”
“Why didn’t you say so sooner! I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t recognize you and have been quite rude! Please, come right in.”
Father clicked his tongue inwardly at the guard’s sudden shift in demeanor.
‘Even a contract professor commands respect, it seems.’
“Dear, Seo-jun! Come in! Let’s go!”
It was the moment the Array Ghost’s talent crossed the threshold into the Academy.

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