The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

“Do you recognize this symbol?”
Cheol-jung’s Temporary Workshop.
Yeom Sa-hyeon set the paper he’d received from Cheol-jung down on the table.
A meticulously drawn logo.
“I’ll examine it closely.”
Yu-wol bent at the waist and stared intently at the drawing, then exhaled a faint sigh and slowly shook his head.
“I’m afraid I don’t recognize it. My apologies for being of no help, Master.”
As Yu-wol drooped his shoulders in self-reproach, Cheol-jung snorted with his arms crossed.
“Why are you asking the kid if he knows something we don’t?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon spoke flatly, resting his chin on his hand.
“Though this kid may look like it, he played pretty hard in the shadows.”
“The shadows?”
As Cheol-jung raised an eyebrow, Yu-wol spoke up confidently.
“I was affiliated with an organization called Geohangja.”
“Geohangja? What in the world do they do? Some terrorist cell?”
“It’s a fellowship of those who carry on and venerate the will of the Mirror Executor.”
“The Mirror Executor… the Mirror Mask?”
Cheol-jung’s head turned.
This bastard?!
Yeom Sa-hyeon sat with his legs crossed, leisurely tapping the tips of his toes.
Cheol-jung’s brow furrowed with displeasure.
“Why does such a sect even exist?”
No wonder that Yeom Sa-hyeon fellow drew such excessive loyalty.
“There’s not a single normal person around here.”
Cheol-jung clicked his tongue and shook his head disapprovingly.
“For once, we’re on the same page.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon also offered a half-hearted agreement.
Hae-seong, who had been laughing awkwardly, exhaled a brief sigh as he looked down at the paper.
“It’s strange, though….”
Hae-seong had received the problematic drawing from Yeom Sa-hyeon and then combed through the Association’s entire database searching for similar symbols.
From domestic records to international ones.
Over two days he’d meticulously searched through countless files, but the result was nothing.
Yeom Sa-hyeon, who’d sifted through memories of countless criminals, didn’t recognize it, and neither did Yu-wol, who’d operated in a criminal(?) organization.
“It’s possible this could be an entirely new faction that doesn’t belong to any existing system.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s gaze returned to Cheol-jung’s drawing.
“Maybe you just drew it wrong—your drawing skills are terrible.”
“What?! Have you forgotten I have the eye of a master craftsman! You think I’m as clumsy as you!”
Cheol-jung burst out loudly.
Yu-wol’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as he interjected.
“Master, I’m quite certain you must draw with great artistic sensibility.”
…….
Hae-seong pursed his lips and held his tongue.
He recalled the drawings Yeom Sa-hyeon had made on scraps of paper during the last penalty class.
‘Artistic… perhaps it is.’
Hae-seong deliberately suppressed the memory of those recurring earthworm doodles and redirected the conversation to the Badge resting on the table.
“Could this be one of the item’s latent abilities instead?”
An A-Grade Foresight Skill.
It was the latent ability of the Badge item that Cheol-jung had activated.
An ability to detect fragmented information or signs of the future.
“Hmm… I wonder if that’s even how this item’s skill activates?”
Cheol-jung rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Foresight abilities were themselves exceedingly rare, but A-Grade was among the rarest of them all.
Moreover, given that activation methods varied from case to case, the applications and difficulty levels differed drastically.
“That could be it.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon, lost in thought, was idly tapping on the armrest when suddenly—
Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!
A sharp alarm chimed from Hae-seong’s smartwatch.
“Ah, the special lecture time is almost here. I should start getting ready soon.”
The moment Hae-seong finished speaking.
Ding—
An unfamiliar mechanical sound rang through the workshop.
It was a visitor’s chime.
“Huh? There’s still time left. …Just a moment.”
When Hae-seong rushed to open the door, a booming voice burst out.
“Hello! I’ve brought the chairs for the special lecture!”
Moo-gun called out energetically.
His arms were stacked with about a dozen chairs each.

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The heat from the kiln was making Cheol-jung’s Research Building warm and stuffy.
Cheol-jung’s Temporary Workshop, once quiet, quickly began filling up with students arriving one by one.
In the corner of the workshop.
Yeom Sa-hyeon sat crookedly in the designated supervisor’s seat, his brow furrowed.
“Why am I supposed to sit here?”
Hae-seong, seated beside him, answered while observing the atmosphere of the workshop.
“Apparently, the higher-ups want the A-Grade department professor to observe. Just in case something goes wrong.”
Item refinement was hardly simple work.
Given that they were handling special items, even a minor mistake could lead to serious accidents.
But—
“Someone of his experience wouldn’t make such a blunder.”
Though admittedly, the recent Gate incident was an exception.
“I think so too, but… it’s regulation, so there’s nothing to be done about it.”
Hae-seong laughed awkwardly.
“I hate classes…”
Sa-hyeon let out a short sigh and propped his chin on his hand.
“Oh, teachers!!”
Just then, Combat Class A, finished with their lesson, entered the workshop.
Tae Eun-o, spotting Sa-hyeon and Hae-seong, waved enthusiastically.
Yu-wol’s eyes brightened as he bowed deeply.
“…! Master!”
Go Gyeol and Ha Jae-yun, following behind, exchanged greetings, and the entire Combat Class A took their seats.
As the lecture time drew near, the supervisor’s seating area began to fill as well.
“Oh my, the renowned practical combat instructor!”
“We finally get to meet you!”
The professors called out to him one by one.
Being a newly appointed professor rumored to have connections to the Association director’s circle, curious glances kept coming his way.
But Sa-hyeon merely nodded or tilted his chin slightly.
At his lukewarm response, the professors felt awkward and left their seats.
“How are the sparring match preparations coming along?”
Then, someone sat down beside Sa-hyeon and spoke to him.
It was Professor Seo Ha-yeon, the Mana Circuit theory instructor and Yu-wol’s individual tutor.
“Oh! Hello, Professor Seo!”
Hae-seong answered in his place.
“Indeed, Professor Seo is in the know about the sparring match as well…”
She crossed her arms and chuckled lightly.
“These days, who doesn’t know? There’s already so much talk about Yu-wol, and everyone’s looking forward to it.”
Sa-hyeon let out a quiet laugh.
“It’s not like a fighting arena or anything. I don’t know why people get so excited about watching others fight.”
“Well, watching a good fight is always entertaining. Though I’m not one to enjoy it much myself.”
Ha-yeon shrugged, then suddenly squinted her eyes as she turned to Sa-hyeon.
“By the way, Professor Yeom, what’s wrong with the students lately?”
“The students?”
Hae-seong raised a questioning look, and Ha-yeon scratched her forehead as she continued.
“Well, during individual lessons, Yu-wol and the Summoned Creatures all looked like they’d been through a war.”
Ha-yeon tilted her head curiously as she added the remark.
“They listen well enough because I’m not pushing hard, but aren’t you overdoing it a bit?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon raised an eyebrow.
“Sounds like both groups are training well.”
“…How are you taking that to mean that?”
Seo Ha-yeon rolled her tongue with a wry expression.
“-Ha! There they come, there they come!”
“First meeting before the sparring match?!”
The workshop began to stir.
Ha-yeon and Hae-seong’s eyes turned toward the door.
A group entering the workshop.
Hae-seong leaned in close to Sa-hyeon and whispered.
“They’re from Professor Ji Jae-hyeok’s class.”
Sa-hyeon’s flat gaze shifted in that direction.
Professor Ji Jae-hyeok walked in, adjusting his suit collar, followed by four students.
They passed by where Combat A-Class sat, deliberately keeping their distance before moving to the opposite side.
“Damn, this muscle soreness is killing me. Jae-yun, give my right forearm a hard punch, would you?”
“Yes? Wh—?”
“You insane? You’ve got muscle soreness and you want me to hit it?”
“Shock therapy, maybe?”
Combat A-Class itself seemed absorbed in their own banter, oblivious to what was happening around them.
Hae-seong smiled faintly and continued his briefing in a low voice.
“…The class has ten members total, but only the four elite are expected to participate in this sparring match.”
Combat C-Class was made up mostly of students who’d been working out even before their Awakening.
Their physical condition was generally superior.
A former boxing champion, a wrestling prospect, and even a middle-aged student who’d been coaching taekwondo.
Hae-seong listed their Attributes and stats in turn.
“―And the one to watch. The student walking at the front.”
Hae-seong recited the last profile and lowered his voice.
“Kwon Tae-jun. Former national wrestling representative, youngest medalist.”
Hae-seong’s gaze fixed on the student with closely cropped hair.
Muscular and lean-framed.
Despite the robust physique, curved eyes that didn’t smile still conveyed a gentle impression.
“In terms of pure physicality, he’s already S-Grade level. His specialty is Gyeolsok, a grappling technique that freezes your Mana Circuit once you’re caught, making escape difficult. And―”
Sa-hyeon, who’d been half-listening to Hae-seong, suddenly spoke up.
“Is Ji Jae-hyeok’s class acquainted with the Combat A-Class students?”
“Huh? Well… I doubt it.”
Hae-seong paused, scratching his cheek as if choosing his words.
“They’re from Combat Class and they’re seniors, so their courses are mostly practical. There’s no overlap this semester, and I don’t think they have any real connection….”
“Yeah?”
Sa-hyeon casually jerked his chin toward something.
“Looks like they just made an acquaintance.”
“…What?”
Hae-seong’s eyes followed where Sa-hyeon was pointing.
“…Huh?”
Hae-seong exhaled a bewildered breath.
“…Why are they heading over there?”
Kwon Tae-jun, along with a classmate, was striding straight toward Combat A-Class.
Every eye in the workshop snapped to attention.
“Are they starting a power play?!”
“Crazy—someone get the popcorn.”
In the electric hum of anticipation and tension.
‘The sparring match is about a week away, isn’t it.’
Sa-hyeon tilted his head and let out a slight smile.
“Perfect timing for some motivation.”

S-Grade Instructor Devours the Academy 60

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Baek Ruga
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