The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 62

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Episode 62

After the commotion finally subsided, the draw was barely completed.
Among the students still catching their breath, the first winner holding a Paper Airplane raised his hand.
“Master Craftsman, would it be acceptable if I transferred my right to someone else?”
Gwon Tae-jun spoke in a respectful tone.
“My equipment falls short of what I’d want to show you. I’d like to give the opportunity to a student who needs it more.”
Cheol-jung shrugged his shoulders.
“Sure, that’s up to you. Do as you like!”
“Thank you.”
Gwon Tae-jun bowed deeply.
“Now that’s Gwon Tae-jun for you!”
“His character is national-team level too….”
Whispers of admiration rippled through the crowd.
The figure who stepped forward in his place
was Go Yu-gwon, his classmate.
What he produced was a Hand Wrap, long and firm like a bandage.
Moo-geon, recognizing it at a glance, cried out.
“Oh, oh!! Isn’t that B-rank Armor?!”
“Wow, B-rank? That’s gotta be several hundred thousand, right?”
“Several hundred thousand? More like the price of a car.”
“Gasp!”
The students voiced their curiosity.
Cheol-jung, examining the Hand Wrap laid out on the work table, made a small noise in his throat.
“Quite a bit of wear and tear here. Pretty deteriorated too.”
After that brief assessment, he immediately withdrew a thin needle.
The tight stitching was finished in an instant.
“There, with this condition, we should be able to infuse new Attributes into it!”
The item, now transformed to be worn like a glove.
“…ah!”
Hae-seong, who had been appraising the item, caught his breath sharply.
‘Just a brief touch and the stats jumped by half a rank!’
A soft glow of magical power rippled across the Hand Wrap.
Among the students, a wave of envious exclamation erupted.
Cheol-jung waved his hand dismissively.
“Next!”
All eyes fixed on one point at once.
Akinonyx, tapping the stationary Paper Airplane with his front paw.
“Hey, Lee Yu-wol.”
Go Gyeol jerked his chin toward Yu-wol.
…Why does it have to be so annoying?
Yu-wol’s flat eyes naturally settled on Sa-hyeon.
And they met with ash-gray eyes.
‘Just get it done and finish’, a wordless pressure in that gaze.
Yu-wol sprang up like a coiled spring.
Watching his retreating figure, the students whispered among themselves.
“What’s an S-rank going to bring out?”
“Who cares if he’s S-rank? Both his parents are dead, so what decent equipment would he even have?”
“Yeah. His guardian is just some new adjunct professor….”
Skeptical glances.
As if deaf to such remarks, Yu-wol stopped before the work table where Cheol-jung stood.
“The item?”
Yu-wol rummaged through his Inventory with casual indifference.
“Is this acceptable?”
And then, without ceremony, he set down a single object.
Moo-geon clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling a gasp.
“…?! What! Those goggles…!”
“What?”
“What’s with all the fuss?”
At the urging of the surrounding students, Moo-geon’s body trembled as he cried out.
“Those Protective Goggles! They’re an A-rank item with an insanely low drop rate for tracking magical flow! Those sold for over 100 million won at the last auction—what the hell are they doing here?!”
“Wh-what?!”
“How much did you say?”
The Workshop fell into stunned silence.
All eyes darted between Yu-wol and Yeom Sa-hyeon, who stood beside the insole stone.
How could a nobody of a new Awakener possess such expensive equipment?
‘Could the guardian professor—the one everyone calls a nepotist—have given it to him?’
“Hey, is that thing really that expensive?”
Tae Eun-o’s bewildered murmur was swallowed by the commotion.
Whatever turbulent gazes rained down on him.
‘I wish this would end already.’
The actual subject of attention, Yu-wol, had his mind fixed entirely on the lecture’s conclusion.

* * *

Cheol-jung’s special lecture drew to a close, having left a profound impression of Yu-wol.
As a result, anticipation for the duel was overheating across the entire Academy.
Finally, a bright Saturday morning arrived.
Tae Eun-o emerged from the Dormitory with his mouth stretched open in a yawn.
“No classes in the morning, and you’ve got us training at this hour—isn’t that a bit much?”
“I was so nervous I couldn’t sleep all night….”
Behind Ha Jae-yun, who let out a deep sigh, Yu-wol followed with obvious indifference.
Go Gyeol trudged into the Sports Field.
“And besides… the duel’s tomorrow, so shouldn’t we keep the same training schedule today? Couldn’t we take it easy today?”
“There’s no time to rest.”
A cool, low voice.
“!”
Yu-wol’s face brightened in an instant.
“Master!”
“Huh?”
Go Gyeol turned his head in alarm.
Why was that name appearing here of all places?!
Hae-seong stood on the platform in his usual neat attire.
And beside him….
“Always thinking about skipping out.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon, lounging casually in a seat.
“Huh? Teacher, are you the one observing today?!”
Tae Eun-o spoke with an excited voice.
‘No, Tae Eun-o. That’s not a good thing.’
Go Gyeol swallowed hard.
A sinister premonition crept over him.
Yeom Sa-hyeon rose slowly from his seat.
“If you’re pathetic again, what did I say would happen?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s voice echoed through Go Gyeol’s mind.

‘If you end up this way when we fight unexpectedly again….’
‘It won’t end with bruises like now.’

…So today was that day.
Go Gyeol pressed his lips together with a resigned expression.
Yeom Sa-hyeon adjusted his gloves and stepped down lightly from the platform.
“Lee Yu-wol, bring out all your Summoned Creatures.”
“Yes, Master.”
As Akinonyx and Sloth appeared in turn, Yeom Sa-hyeon slowly opened his mouth.
“Since it’s the day before the duel, I’ll be special….”
Special—meaning he’d go easy on them?
Go Gyeol, Ha Jae-yun, and the two Summoned Creatures waited with vain hope for his next words.
“I’ll oversee you as though it were a real match.”
…Then it can’t be helped.
Go Gyeol offered a silent prayer to his future self and smiled bitterly.
Akinonyx lowered his head.
Eee-eek……
Beginning with Sloth’s weak cry, training commenced.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the Chancellor’s Office.
“Professor Ji, are the preparations for tomorrow’s match coming along well?”
The Chancellor broached the subject carefully.
Jae-hyeok, seated across from him, lifted his teacup.
“Of course. Even though I advised rest the day before, they were all training.”
“Splendid. They live up to Professor Ji’s instruction, truly.”
The Chancellor smiled warmly.
Clink.
He set down his cup and cut directly to the matter at hand.
“I won’t mince words.”
“Please, go ahead.”
Clean and direct, as expected.
‘Unlike some people.’
The Chancellor pushed aside the gray eyes that suddenly surfaced in his mind and opened his mouth.
“As you know, Professor, this match has grown far larger than anticipated.”
“The public interest has been considerable.”
“Quite. An S-rank Awakener match after five years—can you blame people for being curious?”
The competition drew such intense attention that analysis videos of the participating students were being uploaded everywhere.
“Your Physical Arts Class C is nothing but elite seniors, after all.”
The Chancellor continued with his good-natured smile.
“From your perspective, wouldn’t an upset loss paint an ugly picture?”
While we’re at it, perhaps it’s time to humble that arrogant interrogator’s pride a bit.
“Naturally.”
Jae-hyeok passed the cup over matter-of-factly.
“So here’s what I’m thinking.”
The Chancellor leaned forward.
“What if I drew up the bracket myself, using my authority as Chancellor? What do you think?”
……
Jae-hyeok’s eyebrow rose minutely, as if he’d read the intention.
“I’m not sure.”
Jae-hyeok set down his cup soundlessly.
“In principle, the bracket should be randomly assigned.”
“I have discretion in that matter. It could create a more interesting spectacle.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Jae-hyeok refused outright.
“We don’t need such shallow tactics to avoid losing to freshmen.”
Shallow tactics…..
The Chancellor clicked his tongue and responded with some displeasure.
“…I see.”
“Yes.”
Jae-hyeok straightened his suit collar and met his gaze directly.
“If that concludes your business, I’ll take my leave.”
“By all means.”
Jae-hyeok rose and departed the Chancellor’s Office.
As the door closed, the Chancellor clicked his tongue low.
“That one’s too rigid.”
Wasn’t he underestimating the interrogator’s disciples?
The method of bracket selection could easily be changed at the supervising professor’s discretion.
Since the match had been created under the guise of training in the first place, he could simply claim he’d selected more appropriate opponents if any objections were raised afterward.
‘Hmm…. Can’t be helped.’
Without Jae-hyeok’s cooperation, he’d just have to proceed on his own.
Even if the Association head was still maintaining silence, it was only a matter of time before the interrogator’s identity was revealed.
If that disciple—and an S-rank at that—were to lose….
His reputation would take a hit right along with it.
Would that prideful man endure such scrutiny and still remain at the Academy?
‘And raise the seniors’ standing in the bargain. Two birds, one stone.’
The Chancellor opened a drawer.
Inside, tucked carefully away: a single brown envelope.
‘It should be fine….’
He ran his fingers over the envelope, sealed with wax and stamped.
He seemed to have made his decision. He called for his secretary.
“I have a student to meet with. Send them to my office, will you? As discreetly as possible.”

* * *

Central Martial Arts Arena.
“Ahhhhh! I yield! My arm’s breaking!”
Go Yu-gwon tapped the mat urgently.
Only then did Gwon Tae-jun release his grip.
Yu-gwon clutched his twisted arm, breathing hard and fast.
“Tch… no matter how many times I eat this technique, I can’t adapt to it.”
“Haha! Once Tae-jun’s got you, there’s no escaping~”
Hyeong-won, stripped to his gi, laughed as he pulled his black belt tight.
“Even an S-rank Awakener doesn’t stand a chance!”
“Ah… that bastard is the one I’d love to get my hands on….”
Jun-hyeon, shirtless and loosening up, narrowed his eyes.
“Someone stronger than him needs to put him in his place. That’s the only way he’ll come to his senses.”
Yu-gwon rubbed his arm with a hollow laugh.
“What confidence. He’s S-rank.”
“Honestly, if we just tied up his Summoned Creature, wouldn’t it be manageable?”
“Besides the Akinonyx we saw back then, he might have other Summoned Creatures.”
“Tch, we’d need information to work with.”
Lee Yu-wol’s known information was scarce at best.
How could they formulate a strategy without it?
As Jun-hyeon clicked his tongue in frustration, Yu-gwon’s lips curled up.
“Honestly, I’d love to see an S-ranker fight Tae-jun.”
“That would be something.”
Jun-hyeon nodded readily.
Yu-gwon let out a long breath and smiled.
“An A-ranker with an undefeated record taking down an S-ranker? That’s a new chapter in Academy history right there. A real star in the making, huh? I’m already jealous as hell!”
“Haha, Tae-jun’s already a star anyway!”
Hyeong-won burst into a hearty laugh.
While his classmates chattered away, engrossed in the talk.
“…….”
Gwon Tae-jun remained silent.
Behind his impassive face, his fists clenched tight.
Soon the subject changed.
“-What’s with the gloves?”
“Oh, it’s nothing much.”
Yu-gwon touched the Hand Wrap he was wearing lightly as he spoke.
“Just had an interesting thought.”
“…Whenever Yu-gwon gets that smile, he’s always plotting something strange….”
Jun-hyeon’s eyes narrowed, and Yu-gwon shrugged casually.
“The Master said you could load more Attributes into it, remember?”
“Right.”
“Think we could load poison into it too?”
Yu-gwon’s smile held a meaningful edge.
“Could be useful in a match.”
“! What?”
Hyeong-won, drenched in sweat from his training, looked up in alarm.
“Items are banned in matches, aren’t they?”
“Armor is allowed though, isn’t it?”
“Sigh… what are you planning to do now?”
Jun-hyeon shook his head in dismay.
That was when it happened.
“How about we skip the unnecessary tricks.”
Gwon Tae-jun opened his mouth.
Go Yu-gwon’s brow furrowed sharply.
“What?”
“Prove it with skill. Straightforward and honest.”
“Straightforward? Come on, we’re graduating seniors. If we lose to freshmen, that’s a disaster. What if we have to retire before we even debut as Hunters?”
“Are you serious?”
Yu-gwon nodded as though it were obvious.
“Sure, your conscience might sting for a moment. But a defeat clings to you like a label forever.”
……
“Maybe you can’t understand—you’ve never lost once.”
As Yu-gwon smiled thinly and added that, Tae-jun’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“Go Yu-gwon.”
A low voice speaking his name.
Yu-gwon let out a hollow laugh, then finally raised both hands in surrender.
“Fine. As long as it’s not someone on the level of Lee Yu-wol, I wasn’t planning to use anything anyway.”
Hyeong-won brushed dust from his dobok collar and shouted.
“Right! Let’s face them straight and fair! We’ll be strong enough to win anyway!”
“That’s true, sir.”
Jun-hyeon nodded respectfully.
Yu-gwon shrugged, and in the moment Tae-jun reluctantly looked away—
Zing—
The arena door swung open.
The sharp click of dress shoes echoed through the vast space.
“May I ask who you are?”
At Tae-jun’s question, the visitor lowered his head.
“The Chancellor has called for me.”
“…The Chancellor?”
Yu-gwon’s eyebrow shot up.
Why would the Chancellor want us?

An S-Rank Instructor Devours the Academy: Episode 62

Author
Baek Roo-ga
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yun Tae-ri
Cover Art
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