The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

A subtle tension hung through the Special Lecture Hall. Countless gazes converged on a single point.
“Will Tae Eun-o charge first?”
“No way! Would Gwon Tae-jun let that happen?”
To witness the first face-off between Combat A Class and Martial Arts C Class, which had been the talk of the Academy for days!
Expectations hummed through the crowd in whispered fragments.
Go Yu-gwon, white Hand Wraps wound around his hands, spoke first.
“Good to meet you. I think it’s nice to greet each other before sparring. I’m Go Yu-gwon.”
“…Go Gyeol.”
Gyeol lowered his head with obvious reluctance.
The air suggested that there was no real need for pleasantries.
“Hello, I’m Ha Jae-yun….”
Jae-yun rolled his eyes and offered his own greeting.
“Oh, Go Yu-gwon—you’re that guy, right!”
Meanwhile, Tae Eun-o raised his voice with genuine warmth.
“The boxer who knocked out an Awakened One before he was even Awakened!”
“Well, I’m Awakened now, though.”
Yu-gwon let out a short laugh and shrugged his shoulders.
He’d earned his name subduing a rampaging Awakened One.
His face bore the unmistakable marks of confidence and pride.
Behind Yu-gwon, a middle-aged man in a dark Martial Arts Uniform stepped into view.
“Ah. So you’re the summoner.”
It was Song Hyung-won of Martial Arts C Class.
His gaze flickered between Yu Weol and Akhinonyx, who stood beside him busily grooming itself.
But Weol didn’t grant him so much as a glance, merely crossing his legs with a bored expression.
“This bastard….”
One of the men in the group flashed his eyes with menace.
Tall and solidly built, he wore a chilling smile.
“An adult speaks to you, and this is the attitude you take? Where are your manners?”
Weol lifted his gaze without interest.
“?”
Eyes as lifeless as if he were looking at a pebble on the street.
His blatant disregard sent a fresh ripple through the training hall.
‘Hmm. This must be Shin Jun-hyeon?’
By now, Gyeol had grown accustomed to Weol’s manner.
Gyeol looked up at the broad-shouldered man with the dispassionate gaze of someone watching someone else’s house burn.
‘He wrestled before awakening, they said. Built solid—though not quite as much as Jae-yun.’
“You should correct that right now.”
Jun-hyeon stepped toward Weol in a threatening manner.
Tae Eun-o folded his arms and let out an impressed exclamation.
“Oh, now we’re getting a real match?”
“U-um, brother…!”
Jae-yun stammered, searching for an opening to intervene.
“Stop.”
Someone grabbed Jun-hyeon’s arm.
“…!”
Gyeol’s eyes widened slightly as he took in who had intervened.
‘Gwon Tae-jun…?’
Smaller than Jun-hyeon, yes, but packed with a tightly controlled frame.
His presence carried a weight that transcended mere physicality—a pressure that bore down on the very space around him.
“No trouble here.”
When Tae-jun spoke those quiet words, Jun-hyeon’s momentum visibly crumbled.
“…In any case. Bothering the wrong person.”
Jun-hyeon grumbled as he withdrew, shrugging his shoulders back.
The murmuring among the students surged louder.
“Wow, look at that aura.”
“I’m telling you, National Team Alumni really do carry a different presence.”
“That’s what I’m saying! Standing next to them, the Combat A Class kids look like little children, don’t they?”
“The level difference is obvious!”
As the commotion grew, Eun-o perked up his ears.
At the word “children,” he bristled slightly before turning to ask Go Gyeol beside him.
“Is that guy the ace of the Martial Arts C Class?”
“Yeah.”
Go Gyeol’s terse reply made Eun-o’s eyes light up.
“Oh, really?”
A compact but sturdy frame, and ears flattened blunt like fighter’s medals.
Eun-o instinctively gauged the opponent’s combat strength.
Ever since Hae-seong briefed us on his profile, I’ve wanted to match up with him once. He looks truly strong!
“Let’s spar!”
Eun-o called out abruptly.
Gwon Tae-jun’s gaze turned slowly toward Eun-o.
‘This crazy bastard!’
Go Gyeol tried to stop him urgently, but it was already too late.
Gwon Tae-jun possessed numerous sparring experiences within the Academy and held the legendary Undefeated Record.
A master-level fighter whom prestigious guilds both domestic and international were eyeing to scout immediately upon graduation.
‘Even if Yu Weol stepped up, no one could guarantee victory against this guy, and yet he’s still out of his mind….’
Go Gyeol pressed his forehead and let out a sigh.
“Very well.”
Gwon Tae-jun nodded flatly.
“The matchups aren’t our call to make, but if the opportunity arises.”
“Okay!”
Eun-o cheered with delight.
‘…You’re happy now?’
Go Gyeol swallowed his sigh.
So the rumor was true—he never dodges a fight that comes to him.
‘I hope I didn’t provoke him unnecessarily.’
While Go Gyeol’s heart remained troubled, the atmosphere among the watching students began to heat up.
“-Whoa, look at all these youngsters packed in here!”
A gruff voice rang through the workshop.
The students’ heads turned in unison.
“Gasp!”
“It’s Master Craftsman Gwak Cheol-jung!!”
Attention shifted instantly to the newly arrived figure.
Gwak Cheol-jung strode toward the workbench with a hammer slung over his shoulder.
The mood transformed at once.
Tae-jun nodded toward Combat A Class.
“We’ll see each other at the match, then.”
With his farewell, the remaining Martial Arts C Class students reluctantly dispersed to their places one by one.
Among the students still humming with anticipation.
“Hah….”
…How did things turn out this way?
Go Gyeol exhaled a long sigh.
Where exactly did my peaceful Academy life go wrong?

* * *

The special lecture was pure gold to Hae-seong.
So packed with content that not a single word could be wasted.
Except….
“-Did you all understand?!”
The pace was the problem.
‘The material is too fast, Master Craftsman….’
Hae-seong wiped cold sweat from his brow and moistened his lips.
Even with his Recording Skill, he was struggling just to transcribe it all in his mind.
“U-um?”
“W-well, perhaps?”
Focus had long since vanished from the students’ eyes.
“Anyway, everyone’s completely absorbed.”
Gwak Cheol-jung watched the scene unfold, tutting softly before hoisting his hammer high into the air.
Bang!
“-Cough!”
“A bomb?!”
“An attack!!”
The drowsy students jolted awake at once, their bodies trembling.
Gwak Cheol-jung leaned on the hammer like a cane, a smile creeping across his lips.
“Now that you’re all up, shall we get started on Item Maintenance?”
“!”
“Finally!”
All eyes snapped into focus, trained directly on him.
The moment everyone had been waiting for—the Item Maintenance lottery.
Gwak Cheol-jung reached deep into the drawer of his workbench and withdrew a single sheet of paper.
“Something I crafted specially!”
A pristine white sheet, A3 size.
Without hesitation, he tore it to shreds.
Rip, rip—
The paper split apart with the sound of tearing cloth, dividing into five fragments.
Students gasped, their breaths catching throughout the hall.
“Is that allowed?”
“Right? But he made that item himself.”
The students murmured among themselves.
Gwak Cheol-jung gazed at the torn pieces with a satisfied smile.
“Got the idea watching some weirdo infusing skills into objects….”
As he continued speaking, his gaze drifted toward the instructor’s seat.
“Anyway, that bastard just….”
His expression hardened into a scowl.
‘Wait… is he looking this way?’
Hae-seong’s spine stiffened involuntarily.
Following Gwak Cheol-jung’s gaze, Hae-seong’s head turned to the seat right beside him.
“…Sa-hyeon, Sa-hyeon!”
Hae-seong whispered urgently, prodding Yeom Sa-hyeon awake.
Yeom Sa-hyeon, who had been dozing with his arms crossed, slowly lifted his head.
“…Finally over?”
“Yes, more or less. Now we just have the Item Maintenance lottery left.”
“That so?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon stretched with studied indifference.
Seeing this, Gwak Cheol-jung let out a heavy sigh.
“-Well, doesn’t matter either way!”
He began folding the paper with his rough hands.
The students’ eyes tracked his fingers, wondering what he was making.
A Master Craftsman’s handiwork.
They had no doubt something remarkable was about to appear.
“This should do it.”
Gwak Cheol-jung stopped.
The finished product lay in his palms.
Every gaze converged on the same point.
And what met their eyes was….
“…Paper airplanes?”
Five utterly ordinary paper airplanes.
“…What?”
The Master Craftsman’s special creation was nothing but a child’s toy.
Even as disappointment rippled through the crowd, Gwak Cheol-Jung chuckled.
“A plain lottery would be boring! Use what you just learned about Magical Power Application.”
What? Did I hear that correctly?
It was a request they wished they’d misheard.
Every student who had been sleeping contentedly just moments before felt their pupils quiver.
Gwak Cheol-jung paid them no mind and launched the planes one by one.
“Whoever catches one wins the lottery!”
Five paper airplanes hung suspended in the air.
“!!”
They scattered in all directions as though possessed of their own will, cutting through the high ceiling.
Akhinonyx’s pupils dilated slowly as he tracked the trajectory of each plane.
“…!”
Among the students who had grasped the situation, the sound of dry swallowing echoed sharply.
This was a chance to receive maintenance from none other than Gwak Cheol-jung, a Master Craftsman of world renown.
A moment of silence, then the tense air was torn asunder.…)
“I’m grabbing one!!”
Moo Geon was the first to kick off the ground and launch himself forward.
“What are you talking about? They’re mine!”
The workshop became chaos in an instant.
The students surged forward in unison, each determined to claim the Master Craftsman’s favor.
One student with the Air-stepping Skill pushed off the air itself, reaching toward a paper airplane.
“Got it—!”
The moment his fingertips touched the paper.
Whoosh!
The airplane veered away as if mocking him.
“Huh?!”
His hand swept through empty air in frustration.
“I told you to apply what you just learned. Are your heads just decorations?”
Gwak Cheol-jung clicked his tongue and shouted.
Even if you say that, sir! We’re still at the level of addition and subtraction—how could we possibly manage calculus?!
The students, looking aggrieved, chased after the airplanes again.
“This is a complete mess….”

Meanwhile.
Yeom Sa-hyeon watched the spectacle at leisure, one leg crossed casually over the other.
Suddenly, one paper airplane flew toward his face.
Yeom Sa-hyeon raised his hand without so much as blinking.
The airplane settled lightly between his index and middle fingers.
He flicked it away with casual indifference, and the paper shot back toward the students like an arrow.
“Think they’ll manage to finish by today?”
“…….”
Everyone else was in chaos, and yet he made it look so easy….
Hae-seong swallowed his admiration wordlessly.

In the meantime.
A sharp exclamation burst from the workshop.
“—Ooh! Gwon Tae-jun caught one!”
Gwon Tae-jun stood there with composed expression, airplane in hand.
As admiration poured toward him,
“I won’t lose!”
Tae Eun-o gritted his teeth.
His gaze tracked relentlessly after the airplane drifting nearby.
His body wove deftly between the crowd.
“Now…!”
Tae Eun-o read the timing and threw himself forward.
His hand was almost within reach.
But.
Whoosh!
“…Damn it!”
The airplane slipped away like water.
“It’s dodging like a damn rat!”
Tae Eun-o burst out in frustration.
Go Gyeol, watching the display, spoke in a tone tinged with exasperation.
“You idiot—are you planning to use that Wind Skill of yours only as a fan?”
“…Huh?”
“The Master Craftsman explained it just now, didn’t he?”
Go Gyeol pointed at the air with his chin.
“Read the Magical Power imbued in the item, and pull it toward you on your energy current.”
“You had a lesson like that?”
Eun-o blinked.
…There’s no way he picked that up, given he was dozing from the start.
Gyeol shook his head side to side and explained briefly.
“Don’t just charge in recklessly. Remember what Sa-hyeon taught us? Think of it like drawing with wind. Like fishing.”
“Ah, I see?”
Eun-o raised one eyebrow and smiled.
A faint breeze soon spread outward from where he stood motionless.
And then…
“Got it!”
A faint tremor transmitted along the current of air.
“This is it!”
As he shifted the direction of the wind, the paper airplane shot toward him like iron to a magnet.
“Perfect! This time it’s really mine,”
Eun-o cried out in triumph, reaching out his hand.
The distance closed in an instant.
Almost there.
The moment he went to snatch it—
Swoosh—
A black blur streaked past Eun-o’s nose like an arrow.
“…What?”
The paper airplane that had been within reach vanished like a mirage.
Eun-o’s gaze darted between his outstretched hand and the empty air.
Then he slowly looked up.
There stood Akhinonyx, strutting proudly.
“Hey, you sneaky little jerk!”
The white paper airplane was clamped between its jaws.
Its tail trembled with smug satisfaction.
A vein bulged on Eun-o’s forehead.
“Why are you teamkilling like this, you damned cat?!”

S-Rank Instructor Devours the Academy Chapter 61

Author
Baek Roo-ga
Publisher
Daon Creative
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