The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 66

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Academy’s Absolute Professor Episode 066
Congratulations on Your Lottery Win
The next day, afternoon.
Min Seo-jun’s parents sat on the sofa in the reception room of the Professor Building, swallowing dryly over and over.
‘It still feels like a dream.’
His father kept turning over what had happened in the Principal’s Office yesterday.
‘He really had that kind of talent all along?’
When he recalled the moment his son had examined the layout of the Principal’s Office, taken the lead, and uncovered the hidden space, his entire body still trembled at the memory.
Moreover, the Principal’s attitude had flipped 180 degrees from that point onward.
He was amazed at the child’s talent and laughed with hearty abandon, but what had burrowed deeper into his father’s mind was actually Professor Kang Hyeon himself.
‘Is the Academy really that free-spirited?’
He’d heard the man was a contract professor, yet he showed no sign of nervousness in the Principal’s presence.
Rather, he was at ease as if conversing with an old neighborhood friend he’d known for years, and the Principal accepted such ease from Kang Hyeon as a matter of course.
“Honey, do you really think our Seo-jun can be admitted?”
His mother asked anxiously, her hands clenched tight.
“The Principal was favorable toward us, so let’s hope the result comes out well.”
He’d said the decision would come down this afternoon.
They’d been told to wait here and that they’d be notified immediately once the results came through.
How much time had passed?
Creak.
The reception room door opened.
Kang Hyeon, whom they’d been waiting for, entered, and beside him walked a neat woman in professional attire, holding a file folder.
It was Lee Se-ah.
“Have you been waiting long?”
“Ah, no. Professor!”
Kang Hyeon sat across from them and got straight to the point with a calm demeanor.
“The review has concluded positively. Since there’s no precedent for this kind of thing, some paperwork is necessary, but the early admission process should be completed within a week.”
Before the words even finished leaving his mouth.
Whoosh!
Both father and mother sprang from their seats as if on springs.
“Th-thank you! Thank you so much, Professor!”
“Oh my, we can’t possibly thank you enough for recognizing our Seo-jun…….”
The parents’ eyes grew red at the rims.
To this couple, Kang Hyeon was truly a blessing sent from heaven.
He’d saved them in the accident, provided repair costs and compensation for their destroyed home, and most of all, recognized the true talent in their son—a boy they’d thought would spend his whole life treated as an outcast and bearing those wounds.
But Kang Hyeon did not accept their gratitude.
‘Actually, I’m the one who should be thanking you.’
No—the entire world should.
Because their son was the material to save the world.
“This isn’t something to simply be happy about.”
“Pardon?”
“Because the path of a Hunter is ultimately one where you must stain your hands with blood and stake your life.”
It was a warning, but the father was not shaken.
“Professor, isn’t that true of all Hunters?”
“…….”
“A few days ago, when that Mongolian student broke into our home, I came to understand something. Living an ordinary life doesn’t guarantee safety. If the world is dangerous anyway, I believe it’s more advantageous for survival to develop the strength to protect oneself rather than be helplessly victimized and die unjustly. I couldn’t do it, but our son—he can.”
It was far more realistic and wise judgment than that of parents who try to overprotect their children.
“Very well. If you’re that resolved, it puts my mind at ease. However.”
Kang Hyeon leaned back in his chair and continued.
“There is one condition for Seo-jun to be admitted.”
“A condition? What might that be?”
“He must enter as my disciple at the moment of his admission.”
At those words, color flushed into the father’s face.
“Oh, that’s not a condition—that’s an honor for us. If someone like you would take him in, we could trust and entrust him a hundred times over, a thousand times over.”
The father had found it reassuring how Kang Hyeon had stepped forward for his son in the Principal’s Office.
“That’s not the issue.”
Kang Hyeon drew a line.
“Becoming my disciple means he will not follow the Academy’s standard curriculum. I will teach him knowledge unique to me, knowledge this school does not handle. And once he has learned that knowledge, Seo-jun cannot go anywhere else even after graduation.”
“I’m sorry? What do you mean by that?”
Can’t go anywhere else?
“I can’t join a large guild, and starting independently as a sole proprietor is impossible. The condition is that I must remain under their affiliation.”
“……!”
Her father’s mouth fell open.
If the condition was a subordination contract, this was an entirely different matter.
While her parents sat frozen, Kang Hyeon’s gaze shifted toward Min Seo-jun.
“Young one.”
“Yes.”
“What I just said is also meant for you. Think carefully and make your choice. This is a matter that concerns your entire future.”
Kang Hyeon did not think of Min Seo-jun as merely a child.
One who possesses the Precious Eye can never truly be young, and in the Martial World, fifteen is already an age when one might bear children.
Having finished what he needed to say, Kang Hyeon rose from his seat.
“As for the detailed contract terms and admission procedures, do speak with my secretary here. I’m afraid I have another appointment.”
Whoosh!
Watching Kang Hyeon’s departing figure as he swept from the room, her parents’ expressions remained dazed.
In that oppressive silence.
Clap!
The sharp sound of applause rang through the reception room.
“Well then, shall we go through exactly what a tremendous stroke of fortune your son has just acquired?”

* * *
Tap.
Lee Se-ah’s first act after setting the Tablet on the table was to explain.
These ignorant parents had no idea what it meant to become the Disciple of a Professor.
“Mother, Father. Let me start with the practical aspects. The moment Seo-jun enrolls, Taejeong Trading Company’s affiliated foundation will cover not only his full tuition through graduation, but also provide him with premium dormitory accommodations and a monthly allowance for living expenses.”
“Taejeong… Taejeong Trading Company?”
She’d seen them on the news.
There had been an incident, but their recent growth trajectory was nothing to scoff at.
“But honestly, the scholarship isn’t the important part. The truly crucial thing is becoming a Disciple of Professor Kang Hyeon himself.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Look at this.”
Lee Se-ah turned the Tablet’s screen toward the parents with a knowing smile.
Acainet was open.
She showed them exactly what came up when searching for Kang Hyeon’s name.
Hundreds of Students waiting for Special Guidance Studies.
Countless petition posts.
Posts lamenting that they weren’t Do Jeong-hyeok or Baek Yu-yeon.
“What… what is all this?”
“This is how the current Academy Students are reacting. They’re all desperate to get into our Professor’s class.”
Her parents’ eyes grew wider and wider.
The sheer volume of posts and comments streaming in in real time made it too much to dismiss as fabrication.
‘So that’s why.’
Why he’d been so confident even in front of the Principal.
Wherever you go, if you have real skill, you can carry yourself with pride.
“This semester, exactly five Students studied under the Professor. One of them was dead last in their year. But do you know what happened at midterms? Every single one of them shot to the top of their class.”
“Oh my goodness.”
An exclamation escaped her mother’s lips.
The more Lee Se-ah explained, the more captivated her parents became with this man called Kang Hyeon.
“Ahem.”
Lee Se-ah cleared her throat deliberately, driving her point home.
“Currently, the Professor has two direct Disciples. And your son has just received the opportunity to become the third. Father, you’ve heard of Cheonlang Guild, haven’t you?”
“Of course. They’re one of the top guilds in the country, aren’t they?”
“Cha Yu-sik, their second son, is desperate to become the Professor’s Disciple—he’s been throwing himself at it single-mindedly. But he can’t get in.”
“……!”
Even her father’s throat trembled at that.
Could this man really be that remarkable?
Judging by the Principal’s demeanor and the community’s reaction, it seemed he was.
There was no way the Academy would commit outright fraud.
Lee Se-ah seized the moment and produced two carefully prepared exclusive contract forms, sliding them across.
“There’s no need whatsoever to worry about profit margins or future security. When you consider what kind of power and guild the Professor will build, and how they’ll grow…… Father, this is no different than a lottery ticket with the winning number already printed on it.”
“……Well, I suppose.”
Min Seo-jun’s father scratched his head.
“I’ve worried so much about how our son should adapt to the world, but just having someone recognize and acknowledge his value is more than enough for us to be grateful.”
What did it matter if he was a contract instructor or exclusively bound?
Without that man, he wouldn’t have gotten this opportunity at all.
“Seo-jun.”
His father’s gaze turned toward his son.
No matter how good the conditions were, ultimately it was Seo-jun himself who had to walk this path.
Min Seo-jun was still scribbling something in his notebook at that very moment.
“What do you think?”
“I like it.”
“You like it?”
“I want to keep solving the problems that man—I mean, the professor—gives me. It’s fun.”
“Ah.”
A relieved sigh escaped from his father’s lips.
A gifted child indeed.
Even when he spoke like that, his father had sensed more than once that there was depth beneath the surface.
In the end, his father picked up the pen that lay on the table.
“I will sign. Please take good care of our Seo-jun.”
Swish-swish!
Watching the signature, Lee Se-ah’s expression turned wistful.
“Congratulations on winning the lottery.”
She meant it sincerely.

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A week had already passed since Kasar joined.
In that time, Kasar had sparred alternately with O In-bang and trained all day with each team leader at Kang Hyeon’s direction.
It was a thoughtful gesture—experience everything, then choose the team you wanted.
The team leaders’ true feelings were complicated.
At first, the title of world-class S-class prospect had felt burdensome.
But after a few days of exposure, their thinking shifted entirely.
Kasar joining meant they would gain a skilled comrade capable of mastering the same martial arts they practiced.
It could become an opportunity to develop together, complementing each other’s blind spots that they’d missed while training alone.
Moreover, ultimately a team leader had to grow the size of their team.
What meaning would a team leader have without team members?
In the end, from the perspective of needing to strengthen the team, a monstrous talent was always desired unconditionally.
And so the team leaders subtly showed off the power of the martial arts they were learning and launched enthusiastic campaigns.
And then.
At last, the morning of decision arrived.
“A week has passed. Have you decided where you’re going?”
Kang Hyeon asked with a smile.
Everyone tensed, waiting for Kasar to speak.
“I.”
He raised his finger and pointed precisely at one person.
Seo Hae-in stood there.
“Strong team leader is good. Ma Chul-ung. Team leader. You are strong.”
“Tsk.”
“Ugh.”
Sighs of regret burst from the other team leaders’ lips.
‘Of all people, why Seo Hae-in’s side!’
‘So that makes three people on his team already?’
‘When will it be our turn…….’
The corners of Kang Hyeon’s mouth rose at that answer.
“The tiger is quite popular.”
The Five Tiger Single Slash Saber was rough and explosive, a style that suited Kasar’s wild nature well.
“See?”
As Kang Hyeon’s gaze swept across the other team leaders, their shoulders flinched slightly.
“Whether beast or human, they’re drawn to strength. Want good team members? Then cultivate yourselves more.”
Kang Hyeon had no intention of balancing things out for them.
He let things happen naturally and let them compete among themselves.
He had not the slightest thought of artificially evening out their numbers.
‘If you fall behind in the competition, so be it.’
To steal from each other, to grow stronger.
‘Bite and fight with everything you have!’
And in the end, you’ll become truly strong.

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