The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Goooo─.

Without realizing it, a week has passed since I came here.

During that time, I stayed in a motel.

As a result, I spent about half of the money I had.

‘Did I eat too much?’

Mostly, I ordered delivery.

Starting from pizza to bossam, jokbal, chicken, and kimchi stew.

It couldn’t be helped.

During that time, modern food was too tempting.

‘Thanks to that, there was a lot of progress.’

There was a lot of progress in martial arts.

And in magic, there was even greater progress than that.

Thump.

Heart.

In the place called the Intermediate Realm, the ring was already tightly wound.

‘It’s almost taking over the whole space.’

A single circle.

Inside that circle, there was a magic circuit called “Moon, Public, Ice, Heaven.”

The more magic circuits carved into the circle, the more the related attribute power increased.

There were other things I wanted to carve, but for now, there wasn’t enough space.

“And it’s not like I have all the time in the world.”

I needed to find a way to make money.

In this world of abilities, it’s easy to make a living wherever you go, but for now, clearing the initial path was the priority.

Originally, it was hidden.

“My mana has become a bit excessive.”

The mana here is abnormally excessive.

From Noble mtl dot com

Perhaps it’s because of that.

Every time I breathe, my mana continues to rise.

No need for meditation.

Gulp, gulp.

I think as I take a bite of pizza, “I should start saving money little by little.”

But in this crucial stage of physical growth from a previous life, eating low-calorie food is a bit…

“It’s about time to leave now.”

I’ve prepared the basic power to some extent.

Even if I stay here any longer, there won’t be much progress.

I need to find out more about this world.

*

“The sunlight is bright, and the bald head is shining.”

I walked down the street, humming a cheerful song.

During the past hours, I gathered trivial information while solving my meals at the motel.

This place is called the Academy.

It’s the most outstanding academy in the modern era, built on an island above the sea, where the spiritual veins pass through.

Somehow, it feels like a place that is often attacked.

“Come to think of it, they said the Sword Inquisitor is coming for the final match this Friday.”

“Sword Inquisitor of the Iron Blood Sword Clan? Oh, I feel like I’m going to lose. My opponent is Nam Hye-rin.”

“Recently, those bloodsucking bastards have been establishing blood cults. China is relatively better. The Neo-Nazis don’t seem to care about means and methods these days.”

I can see students chatting.

At the same time, they send glances in my direction.

Friendliness, envy, jealousy, disdain.

Even kindness emanated merely from appearances.

‘Treated as a complete outsider.’

Could it be that I’ve become a rogue of the Blood Iron Sword Clan?

I don’t recall leading a rogue-like life, though.

However.

If for some reason, one is confined to their home, rumors of a rogue-like existence can easily arise.

‘Born in the Konggaru household.’

Tsk-tsk. He clicked his tongue inwardly and opened a cola.

Chirp!

Gulp, gulp.

Ah, refreshing.

He walked down the street, having consumed the elixir of life.

Wooong!

He operated the Taiheomu Divine Art.

Seeing the aura, now easily twice as large as before, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

‘Growing rapidly, indeed.’

Yeongmaek.

The colossal pathway of mana.

The place it passed through was providing an enormous amount of mana not easily seen even in the second life.

‘Let’s see. To go to the academy, I need to.’

The academy grounds were so vast that I had to take a bus halfway.

“Is the bus coming in about 10 minutes?” I thought as I sat down, just about to take a sip of my water.

“What’s up, aren’t you the abandoned son of the Crimson Blood Sect?” A mocking voice came from behind, filled with malicious intent.

There stood a young man with bulging muscles and his entourage of lackeys.

“So, there’s a guy like him too,” I thought to myself.

He was a cousin of the Crimson Blood Sect.

Memories flashed.

“Only those who possess talent, diligence, and are unscrupulous in their methods will inherit the Crimson Blood Sect,” was the principle held by the sect’s patriarch.

This family, with an incredibly short history, could participate in the patriarchal competition only by proving their own strength.

And he was the one who had been tormenting Han Seojin.

He had pledged allegiance to Han Seojin’s younger brother, relentlessly tormenting me in order to catch his attention.

I turned my gaze to his subordinates.

One of them, a blond, tanned man with piercings, approached me with a disrespectful attitude.

“Young master, you look quite well, don’t you?”

“Probably because Cheoljin has been looking out for us. hehehehe, it seems like it’s time to get back to training slowly.”

A swaggering troublemaker,

Should I call this guy Trouble B?

Thud, thud.

I stuffed the life crystal into my mouth.

Then, with a smirk, I placed it on the chair.

I clenched my fist.

A physique strengthened by a pure crossroads close to the Taeho.

But not yet tough enough to withstand a steel sword piercing through.

‘Roughly as tough as an animal’s skin.’

In other words, it would leave a bruise even if beaten.

“Stop it. He’s the eldest son of the Iron Blood Sword Clan; we should cut him some slack.”

“hahahaha, really! Even without Steel Han, he probably wouldn’t be able to get up for weeks if he takes a hit.”

Vulgar and childish.

There’s strength in such topics.

Low self-esteem, the kind that belittles others.

Is he being ignored by guys like these?

‘More importantly, what’s this guy’s deal?’

The Iron Blood Sword Clan.

Quite famous. If you search for information on the internet, you’ll find a bunch of things related to it. But even if the eldest son is somewhat neglected there, openly disrespecting him like this is something else.

‘Is it really okay?’

Are these guys from a seriously influential family or what?

Thud.

I let out a sigh of relief.

“You think you can mess with me just because you play games?”

The memories of my first life came back to me.

“Lord Exterminator, you have no right to overlook someone like you.”

The memories of my second life, too.

“Kill!! Eliminate that heinous villain who dared to steal my divine heart immediately!!”

The memories of my third life as well.

Their impact on my life was minimal.

But those guys always annoyed me.

I felt bad.

I smirked.

“Do you know who I dislike the most?”

“What?”

“Someone who only has a big mouth and is tough on the weak.”

“…Hey, you’re really asking for it today. Don’t even think about walking with both legs.”

“Well… I’m merciful, so I’ll let you walk with both hands then.”

“What?”

Geohan stared at me with a vacant expression.

“Is this guy out of his mind?”

“hehehehe, seems like he’s lost his mind.”

Gum Taeyang approached confidently.

“At least.”

I’ll make sure none of these guys can walk on their feet.

So, at least for a little while, go to sleep peacefully.

I heightened my senses.

All five senses sharpen. The optimal strategy for combat unfolds in my mind.

“Blockhead.”

“Huh? Hey, speak louder, I can’t hear you with a small voice. Speak up. Oh, scared……”

“Be careful.”

Thud!

I raised my hand to my head and slammed it onto the ground.

Although something tried to resist, I ignored it.

“Cough….”

Foam formed at the mouth as Gum Taeyang collapsed.

“That guy must be insane!”

“You, you’re dead today!”

Uttering childish threats, they began to approach me.

It was as if Geum Taeyang had fallen in one blow.

His eyes were on high alert.

“What should I do?”

His mind was infinitely clear.

I could see each of their movements clearly.

Cheonan.

Eyes that could penetrate the sky read every movement of mana.

But now, those eyes are gone.

There is only something to replace them.

Hwaryeok.

The view turned blue.

In this state, I was said to look like a blue flame wrapped around my eyes.

“So, at first, it was called the “Cheonganma Gwon” (청안마권, 淸眼魔券).”

I woke from contemplation.

The thug attacked with eyes full of hostility.

“You’re dead!”

He throws a punch.

Very slow.

The punch aimed at my face seemed like slow motion.

I calmly watch.

With a staggering gait, he dodges inward.

“Huh? What the!?”

“Two of them.”

And then he straightens his right palm.

Jang-jang. He chops the chin of the rascal with the inside of his palm.

Thud.

*Cough.*

A simple blow.

But the rascal staggers from it.

Pressing firmly near the rascal’s neck with his left hand, he pushes him back.

‘Balgyeong.’

A technique that disorients the opponent from the inside.

A subtle flow of mana slipped through. Very faintly.

“Gwueeeik! What, what are you doing!”

To be startled like this.

My gift isn’t over yet.

Whoosh!

Pure energy flows through my hand and into the rascal’s neck.

Crack.

I felt as if something hard had broken.

‘Perhaps it’s because of the formation of the circle.’

Mana had already accumulated quite a bit.

Enough to fight them all.

How about the physical aspect?

The martial arts created in my previous life astonishingly reinforced me rapidly.

Though it may sound trivial, the greatest gain in this third life seems to be not the Celestial Nurturing Art, but something else.

Well, it’s because of the existence of Yeongmaek that such efficiency is demonstrated.

“What, what the heck is this guy!”

Two fallen guys.

One guy still standing.

Hancheoljin, sensing something unusual, hasn’t come in.

I stared at them with cold eyes.

“Can’t you come at me quickly? My time is precious.”

“You arrogant bastard.”

Thud, thud.

Han Cheoljin pulled out a sword, breaking the neck of one of his fallen cousins.

Looking at the stance with the sword, he was a first-class swordsman.

Moreover, a swordsman who had quite erased his bad habits.

His magical power was decent.

The momentum he exuded was higher than mine.

My history isn’t straightforward.

I swallowed the medicine like a meal, but it seems I couldn’t digest it.

“Why did you hide your strength… or boast too much about the power you gained.”

“Yeah.”

I raised the corner of my mouth, looking at Han Cheol-jin walking towards me, measuring his weight.

“Feeling intimidated? You’ve become quite talkative.”

“You’ve really lost it, huh.”

Han Cheol-jin twisted his face in disgust.

Yet, he didn’t let down his guard.

“Do you know about my unique trait?”

I don’t know.

The memories I read from Han Seo-jin are fragmented.

“It’s the first time such scattered memories have come back.”

The memories are still vague.

Like walking through a fog-filled space.

“Do you know about my unique trait? It’s reincarnation.”

“What?”

For a moment, I was dumbfounded. A mere guy like me, a reincarnated being?

And it was odd to reveal that.

If it were me, I’d definitely have kept it hidden.

“Seems like you don’t recognize me. In my past life… I was Kim Gwan-chang, a Hwarang who protected Baekje.”

“Ah, I see.”

Trait.

It is a power that relies on the system, close to authority.

And sometimes, that trait implants memories of past lives.

He possessed that.

“Kim Gwan-chang, huh.”

I don’t remember who that nameless man was.

But his demeanor changed.

Until now, he was just a thug, but now he exuded the aura of a hero in the making.

Mana surged.

His eyes turned crimson.

“If I begged to let me go now…”

“I’ve been feeling it since earlier, you know.”

I extended my right hand to the thug leader, offering my index finger.

“Aren’t you the one who’s scared? You’ve been blabbering non-stop since earlier.”

“Nooooo!”

The thug leader leaped towards me.

Thud!

He leaped into the sky, stepping on the air.

The attack route is simple.

Simple, but… the speed and strength were beyond imagination.

A determination to cut through in one stroke.

From Noble mtl dot com

I could feel it.

My lips twisted.

It was beyond imagination, but these guys were only of the same age.

Their arrogance was boundless despite their lack of skill.

I moved forward.

Zing.

A vivid magical energy gathered in my grasp.

A prelude to magic.

“Magic?!”

He was perplexed.

The tip of his sword trembled. Just surprised at this level.

A technique too precious to use against such a guy.

The circle entrenched in my heart starts to rotate.

The circuit created in the circle begins to operate.

Wolgon Bingcheon (月公氷天).

Crackling!

Everything around freezes.

The chill that even freezes the moon, at this point, is still modest.

But it was enough.

Freezing the air around, Hanchul-jin’s body froze.

“Not even a word—!!”

A shocked expression.

‘Just by looking at these guys, I get the gist.’

The Academy.

Raising the last line of defense for humanity, this was the most outstanding school among such schools.

Compared to its grand introduction and name.

Honestly, it was disappointing.

“It’s rather trivial.”

“…!”

One could say that level was truly dismal.

‘I think I understand about the unique characteristics, the past lives.’

I understand the essence of that ability.

Drawing out the strength accumulated from past lives. But those memories are not complete.

‘It’s better to see this as an ability from a completely different lineage than mine.’

Accumulate merits and carry them into the next life.

This is my past life.

But this guy was different.

Just like reading a book in the library, it feels like extracting necessary memories.

I extended my finger towards the frozen Han Cheoljin’s short-circuit.

“It’s easy to just break the short-circuit like this.”

But there’s a more interesting way.

Right below the abdomen.

The most precious place for an unmanned.

Tap.

The magical power of Wolgongbingcheon flowed into the short-circuit.

Ice particles scattered on the short-circuit.

It’s a strange world.

A world with things I still don’t know.

So just breaking the short-circuit won’t satisfy me.

“Oh, no! Th-that place!”

“What’s wrong with that in the world?”

I laughed cheerfully.