The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 67

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Academy Absolute Professor Episode 67
It’s rather bitter to watch an ordinary person stand before a genius.
A week later, when Min Seo-jun’s early admission procedures were completed, all of South Korea turned upside down.
[Exclusive] 15-Year-Old Middle School Student Becomes Youngest Early Admit in National Hunter Academy History!
[KMO Gold Medal Winner, Specialization Reportedly in Formation Theory]
[In-Depth Report] How Did This Genius Boy Discover the Late Chancellor’s Hidden Safe?
News specials poured out day after day, and Min Seo-jun’s name dominated the portals.
The Jade Box and Spirit Medicine he’d found were confirmed to belong to the previous chancellor, and the matter was resolved with their inheritance passing to his bereaved family.
Of course, nearly half was reclaimed by the national treasury as inheritance tax, but the public applauded the Academy for the transparent handling of the matter.
And yet.
Unlike the outside world’s focus on Min Seo-jun alone, Akanet’s attention was actually directed more toward Kang Hyun.
[Hey hey! The new kid is apparently a disciple of Professor Kang Hyun!]
└ Huh?
└ ??????
└ Another Hyun?
└ That’s more surprising than the early admission…….
Whether a student entered early or late, the other students didn’t care much.
They’d already come in as Students themselves and avoided the competition.
But if that student seized a spot as Kang Hyun’s disciple, that was another story.
└ He must be a real talent;;;
└ Since he entered Formation Theory, he seems like he’d be in a similar position to Baek Yu-yeon?
└ So Professor Kang knows Formation Theory too?
└ Isn’t he a monster?;; Martial Arts, Medicine, and Formation Theory too?
└ ㄹㅇ an all-rounder
[Then this early admission itself must have Professor Kang Hyun’s backing too;; Who exactly is behind him?]
└ ㄹㅇ, he gets the Chancellor’s protection too…… and lately there’s been rumors the Management Bureau backs him too.
└ Wasn’t it Tae Jung Market that was behind him?
└ Would the Chancellor back him just because of Tae Jung Market? There’s Cheonlang behind Cha Yu-sik though?
└ Maybe he’s just crazy strong?
└ That makes sense because this time Professor Batar’s relationship with Kang Hyun got really good, and he even left the Ghost Eyes’ Kasar in his care…….
└ Can’t wait for next semester. I’m definitely enrolling.
└ Ahhhhh!! I want to be Professor Kang Hyun’s disciple too!!! I want to!!!
The heat on Akanet showed no signs of cooling, but Kang Hyun himself barely noticed.

* * *
“Greet them.”
Kang Hyun introduced his third disciple, Min Seo-jun, to Baek Yu-yeon and Do Jeong-hyeok, whom he’d called to his office.
The two took a liking to Min Seo-jun immediately.
“Hi there? I’m Baek Yu-yeon. I’m Nineteenth Generation.”
“Do Jeong-hyeok. We’re the same generation, so just call me hyung, kid. Should we shake hands?”
“……!”
Min Seo-jun flinched slightly.
Bright red blood was dripping steadily from the back of the offered hand onto the floor.
“Ah, seriously!”
Baek Yu-yeon pressed her forehead and let out a groan of exasperation.
“I just stopped the bleeding and wrapped it up—what’s the use if you tore it open again?”
“It’s fine. I came in a hurry while training…… it’s okay.”
“Training, my foot! Ugh! Here, give it here!”
Baek Yu-yeon rewrapped Do Jeong-hyeok’s hand tightly with fresh bandaging.
Only then could Min Seo-jun carefully grasp his hand.
“I’ll be in your care.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Kang Hyun, watching the exchange, asked a question.
“How much of the boulder did you break?”
“About half of it, sir.”
“Slow.”
Even as he said it, the corners of Kang Hyun’s mouth curled slightly upward.
‘Not long now.’
Originally, the first stage of creating fractures was the hardest and most time-consuming.
Breaking half of it meant he’d already surpassed that critical threshold.
“Keep training. You have mountains of things to learn ahead.”
“I will remember your words, Master.”
At that moment, Lee Se-ah, who had been grinding ink at one side, asked a question.
“Master Kang, should we order another desk for Student Min Seo-jun? It seems like space might be a bit tight for studying here.”
Currently, the teaching office contained only the desks of Kang Hyun and Lee Se-ah, plus a simple table that Baek Yu-yeon used.
But Kang Hyun shook his head.
“No need.”
“Sir?”
“This brat has a different playground.”
Kang Hyun withdrew two thick Secret Manuals.
“Listen, boy.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“These Secret Manuals lay out the Qimen Dunjia and Eight Trigrams—the foundations of Formation Theory.”
Celestial-Terrestrial Qimen Illustrated Explanation
To call it foundational was perhaps an understatement; it was an introductory work that the Formation Ghost Hwang Bo Cheon-gi had devoted his entire life to establishing.
From the very first page, it would likely be packed with content that overturned existing conventional wisdom entirely.
“And this one is a Formation Codex—the cream of practical formations, refined and applied for use in architecture.”
Complete Architectural Formation Record
“I’ve left sparse gaps throughout the manuals. As you study and applications occur to you, you may fill them in with your own formations—or add notes and commentary as you see fit.”
Min Seo-jun took them carefully into his hands.
Baek Yu-yeon, if no one else, understood.
That those pages contained even more knowledge that would overturn the world in ways that defied belief.
“Yu-yeon.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t hold back on sharing knowledge between disciples. If Seo-jun struggles interpreting archaic language, you must teach him clearly.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And later, that boy will decorate your Medical Hall beautifully, so don’t hold any resentment.”
“What resentment could there be? It’s all knowledge you taught us anyway.”
“And Seo-jun.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Before next semester begins, a building complex will rise in the empty ground behind the New Training Hall. Main structure, archive, Medical Hall, and dormitory—all of it. That will be your playground from now on. I’m entrusting you with full authority over the spatial layout and formation design. Lay out the formations however you wish.”
At that moment, Min Seo-jun’s eyes sparkled.
His expression brightened for the first time.
“You really mean I can design it however I want?”
“Yes. I’ll cover all the materials and equipment you need. Play with it to your heart’s content. Of course, to play it properly, you’ll need to read those manuals diligently until then, won’t you?”
The building is only the beginning.
Later, from Tae Jung Market to the Academy itself.
Before long, this entire world will be that boy’s playground.

* * *
Tap, tap.
A timid knock sounded at the Dean’s office door.
“Who is it?”
“Dean, it’s me.”
The door cracked open and a man in thick glasses cautiously poked his head through.
Stooped shoulders and shirt buttons fastened all the way to his neck—the impression of someone perpetually constrained.
“What brings Professor Park here?”
Seo Il-hyun, the Dean, greeted him warmly.
Professor Park Tae-gun.
The Academy’s dedicated professor of Formation Theory and the nation’s foremost authority on the subject.
That someone who ordinarily locked himself away in his laboratory, rarely seeing daylight, had made the journey here was obvious enough.
‘It’s about Min Seo-jun.’
Seo Il-hyun understood, but pretended not to.
“It’s been a while, Professor Park. Is this about the Formation Theory department budget again?”
“No, it’s… about this early admission matter.”
“Ah, Student Min Seo-jun?”
“Yes, that child prodigy who supposedly found the formation of the previous Dean… I understood he was admitted to Formation Theory, but why isn’t he under my supervision?”
His voice grew quieter, but there was clearly wounded feeling beneath it.
Formation Theory was a chronically unpopular major even within the Academy.
It was routine to be subtly dismissed by the Combat Studies professors, and the students themselves treated it as little more than an elective to fulfill requirements.
And now an unprecedented early-admission genius had appeared in this despised field?
‘At last, Formation Theory will have its moment in the sun!’
Park Tae-gun lost sleep that night.
His heart swelled at the thought of passing down all his knowledge and nurturing that child into a great Formation master.
“Heh, well… it’s just that Professor Kang Hyun was the one who discovered that student, you see.”
“Still… Professor Kang Hyun doesn’t actually understand Formation Theory, does he? What’s a Special Guidance professor going to do with a Formation genius?”
“I know, I know… I’m well aware.”
Seo Il-hyun scratched his head.
In truth, he was curious about it himself.
‘Is Kang Hyun skilled at Formation Theory too? I got the impression he knew something about it last time.’
“Couldn’t you step in on this matter, Chancellor?”
“Heh, I understand Professor Park’s feelings better than anyone.
Seo Il-hyun held Park Tae-gun in high regard.
After all, the man was renowned worldwide, and he was the one who had personally designed the Great Protective Formation that currently enveloped the entire Academy.
That achievement alone was sufficient qualification for a full professorship.
“Since the early admission itself was something Professor Kang brought about through his own initiative, I can’t really intervene. I’m sorry.”
“Then what am I to do…”
Park Tae-gun’s face fell.
He was certainly different from the Combat Studies professors.
Rather than anger, he wore such a dejected expression that it made others feel apologetic instead.
“If you truly wish it so, why not go speak directly with Professor Kang?”
“…Me?”
Park Tae-gun’s shoulders tensed slightly.
Kang Hyun.
He’d heard the rumors about him.
Even the exacting Senior Professor had tucked his tail between his legs in Kang Hyun’s presence—the gossip was everywhere.
Just days ago, when Park had gone to the lounge to fetch water, he’d spotted a Whiskey Bottle sitting on the desk of Professor Jin, a man said to have abstained his entire life.
‘The man who never drank… drinking Whiskey?’
It had to be Professor Kang Hyun’s doing.
‘And they want me to go confront such a frightening person?’
His heart was already pounding.
‘But…’
For the revival of Formation Theory…
He couldn’t simply give up like this.

* * *
After a full week of agonizing deliberation, Park Tae-gun finally found the courage to knock on Professor Kang Hyun’s office door.
Knock, knock.
“Come in.”
When he opened the door and entered, he found Kang Hyun and Lee Se-ah working on a Secret Manual.
“Who might you be?”
Kang Hyun asked, and Park Tae-gun lowered his head respectfully.
“I apologize for the intrusion. I am Park Tae-gun, the professor overseeing Formation Theory.”
‘Oh my, Professor Park Tae-gun!’
Lee Se-ah naturally recognized him.
Park Tae-gun was, after all, one of the nation’s core strategic assets that must never be lost to foreign powers.
“Ah, yes. A professor, I see. Please, have a seat.”
Kang Hyun gestured toward the sofa across from him with a slight tilt of his chin.
Park Tae-gun wiped away cold sweat and carefully took his place.
Up close, Kang Hyun was exactly as the rumors had suggested.
Even without doing anything, there was an overwhelming presence about him.
“What brings you here?”
“I’ll speak frankly.”
Park Tae-gun pushed his glasses up and spoke with obvious resolve.
“I’ve heard much of your outstanding teaching ability. However, Formation Theory is… it’s different.”
Kang Hyun said nothing and simply observed him.
Perhaps because of this, Park Tae-gun’s lips had gone dry.
“Formation Theory is… unlike Martial Arts. It requires mathematical calculation and a sense of space and structural awareness. It’s an extremely complex discipline.”
“You said you’d speak bluntly.”
“I’m sorry?”
“If you have something to say, say it plainly. I don’t like beating around the bush.”
Park Tae-gun squeezed his eyes shut.
“P-please give me Student Min Seo-jun.”
“Seo-jun?”
Kang Hyeon nearly laughed out loud.
“Is Seo-jun an object to be handed over?”
“N-no, that’s not what I meant…… I simply wish to teach him properly.”
‘Oh dear.’
Kang Hyeon shook his head.
‘This man is seriously under a misunderstanding.’
Those with the talent of Ghost Eyes cannot be taught by ordinary people.
They do not calculate space—they grasp it by intuition.
Even the secret manuals Kang Hyeon had memorized, and the simplified interpretations that Formation Ghost Hwang Bo Cheon-gi had painstakingly created for ordinary people to understand, were merely approximations.
‘Teach such Ghost Eyes? To him?’
Kang Hyeon’s gaze turned to Park Tae-gun.
There was something pitiful about it.
There was no need to refuse such a man’s request.
“Try teaching him.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Park Tae-gun’s eyes grew wide as lanterns behind his glasses.
What had he just heard?
Permission to teach?
He’d never imagined it would be granted so easily.
“Are you… truly sincere?”
“I am sincere.”
Kang Hyeon added casually.
“Student Baek Yu-yeon is also learning through practical training in the Medical Hall with Professor Hwang Ye-rim. When we teach students at the Academy, what’s mine and what’s yours? If it serves a purpose, of course we should teach.”
Park Tae-gun went blank.
Professor Kang Hyeon……
He’d been worried because the man talked so much, but now he saw—wasn’t this a true educator?
‘I’ve misjudged him!’
Moved by emotion, Park Tae-gun sprang to his feet and bowed deeply.
“Th-thank you, Professor Kang! I shall never forget this kindness! I will raise that boy into a fine Formation Theory master!”
Watching Park Tae-gun’s retreating figure as he left the office, his expression brimming with gratitude, Kang Hyeon smiled silently.
“Is it really alright to just let him go like that?”
Lee Se-ah asked, concern evident in her voice.
“Raise him? To what?”
Kang Hyeon offered his condolences in advance.
Soon Park Tae-gun would realize that everything he’d built over a lifetime was merely a sandcastle.

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