The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Before Han Seojin departed for China.

All the students had returned to the academy.

Quite some time had passed.

It had already been half a year since they arrived here.

Yoo Eunchae felt a strange sensation as Han Seojin summoned her.

“Why did you suddenly call me? Huh, the atmosphere is strange. Is it a confession?! We are teacher and student, but if you work a little harder…ack!”

Han Seojin gave Yoo Eunchae a light knock on the head for her nonsense.

“I’m going to China this time.”

“China?”

“Yes. The Demonic Sect has started to take an interest in me.”

“The Demonic Sect?”

Yoo Eunchae’s expression turned serious.

It was inevitable.

She had witnessed something like that recently.

The White-Faced Golden Fur Fox.

That horrifying fox.

When that monster appeared, Yoo Eunchae had given up on everything.

‘But he ended it quickly.’

Han Seojin ended everything.

Han Seojin, who was thought to be the Master of the Purple Tower, was, in fact, also the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

That must have something to do with the Demonic Sect.

The illusionary space created by the Golden Fox was a space commonly referred to as a ‘Domain.’

That place was isolated from the world.

And with the Mirror of Yata, he probably saw countless transcendent beings.

Those who were forced to take on ‘duty’ must have reacted to seeing that man.

‘Though I did not see him.’

It was a space that cannot even be perceived unless one is above a certain level.

However, their reactions could be anticipated.

‘Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.’

That tremendous presence was on a different level from any transcendent beings seen or felt so far.

The Principal, the transcendent being closest by.

Compared to that being, the principal seemed like a firefly in front of the sun.

That was why he would go to the Demonic Sect.

“So, how long will you stay this time?”

“Well. It shouldn’t take long. At most, 2 weeks?”

“That’s shorter than I thought. Usually, isn’t it half a year for such things?”

“Where would I go, leaving behind half-wits like you?”

Han Seojin looked at her with disdain.

Yoo Eunchae felt a sudden surge of anger, but it was true, so she had nothing to say.

‘How did it come to this?’

The gap doesn’t close.

Her vision had improved a lot. But still, she couldn’t touch her master’s shadow.

Previously, there was at least some possibility.

He seemed like a mist, indistinct and invisible.

Just a month ago, she thought that if she got a bit stronger and brought about 30 students to enforce justice, then she could stand a slight chance of winning.

Now, that chance was gone.

Instead, he seemed even more capable.

As soon as her level rose, the gap seemed to widen even more.

“Anyway, make sure to train the kids well. If you don’t, you’ll have a harder time than them.”

“…You’re lying, right?”

I silently smiled and looked at Yoo Eunchae.

“No, how can you say that to someone as delicate and fragile as me!!”

“Understood?”

“…I’ll do it.”

And so, Yoo Eunchae started teaching the students.

But there was a dilemma.

Yoo Eunchae was troubled.

The booklet was given by Han Seojin.

Inside, it was a training method created by Han Seojin.

Yoo Eunchae opened it with an excited heart.

After that, Yoo Eunchae continued to worry.
‘Is this right?’

The training method.

A book with that written on it.

Staring at it intently, she asked herself a question.

However, in Yoo Eunchae’s eyes, it was not training.

No matter how you look at it.

‘Isn’t this ancient torture?’

Yes, that must be it.

How can one creatively torment someone?

It seemed like a booklet crafted with that in mind.

Of course, it detailed the effects of the training methods.

Moreover, it even specified which methods were good for each student.

‘This is a dilemma.’

Yoo Eunchae pondered.

If it were someone else’s words, she would have dismissed it as nonsense.

‘These absurd training methods yielded such effects?’

She thought while pondering.

But the one who gave this was none other than Han Seojin.

If the contents of this book were true…

‘Gulp, I can get stronger from this?’

Yoo Eunchae swallowed hard.

Becoming stronger.

It was a driving force that moved her, unlike in her previous life.

As one’s level increased, the difference became more evident.

A while ago, she consumed the internal elixir his master had made.

After digesting it, all the students became at least 2 to 3 times stronger.

It couldn’t be called a mere internal elixir.

After ingesting it, they could all wield the power of pure mana.

However, the threshold had risen accordingly.

The notorious master’s training was not as effective as expected.

‘Well, it’s more effective than expected.’

At this stage, improving was nearly impossible.

However, her master’s training method increased their abilities even at this level.

That was nothing short of a miracle.

At this stage, it usually involved either self-tempering or borrowing the power of extraordinary elixirs or tools.

To that extent, or achieving ‘feats’ like herself.

And she felt it this time.

The level of herself and the students who underwent her training.

Their level had risen much higher than she expected.

And if they went through all this and rose above…

Maybe they would become more than she imagined.

‘Even with my current power.’

Yoo Eunchae opened her hand.

She could grasp endlessly pure power in her hand.

‘Maybe the biggest luck since falling here was meeting my teacher.’

She suddenly realized.

This might seem like torture to her eyes.

But Han Seojin had the results to show for it.

So she didn’t hesitate.

There was just a bit of fear.

Doing this recklessly to other students could endanger her life.

Though Seon Woohyeon was not here now, the other students were also strong enough not to be ignored.

‘Well, at times like this.’

Yoo Eunchae smiled.

Whether this would be effective could be tested separately.

“Let’s go, Yoo Seolrang.”

“You only call me at times like this?”

“Are you going to do this yourself?”

“…I think American students would really like this.”

“Right, right?”

Thus, the students of the Holy Empire joined the training.

I looked outside.

There, dark-skinned men boasting their muscles were jogging.

“But doesn’t divine power tend to repel mana?”

“That’s not quite true.”

Divine power and mana repel each other.

That is one of the common senses in this world.

But do divine power and mana really repel each other?

That wasn’t true.

‘Divine power is originally the power of the gods.’

Those called gods also initially accumulated mana.

There might have been those who dealt with the power of some concept, like Wi Gunak.

But that was the basic premise.

‘The power of gods is complete.’

Their power was not complete.

A completed power that stands alone.

That was divine power.

And mana was still an incomplete force.

A force completed in isolation pushes away other forces.

Therefore, divine power was thought to repel mana.

I explained this and spoke to Yoo Eunchae.

“It’s kind of strange.”

“Do not be bound by the common sense of this place. Do not be trapped by the prejudice called common sense. It will lower your level.”

“So, Master, you’re not trapped by prejudice, and you burn your disciples and bury them in the ground.”

“…”

This brat?

“Ouch!”

After giving Yoo Eunchae a light knock on the head, I looked back at the students.

“But seriously.”

“Yes.”

“Why are they here?”

“…Haha.”

When I looked at the Holy Empire Academy kids and spoke, Yoo Eunchae laughed awkwardly.

“They said they wanted more training from me.”

“Obviously, they didn’t trust my training methods and sought help from the kids.”

“No matter how you look at it, burning them alive, drowning them, and burying them in the ground… what kind of training method is that!”

“…?”

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“What are you talking about? You didn’t actually do that, did you?”

“Gasp, could it be that I misunderstood the training methods?”

Sigh.

I let out a sigh involuntarily.

“If that’s the case, I feel so sorry for the other students…”

“When did I ever say to only do that?”

“…What?”

“Drowning them is after you fill them with iron rings, and I told you to add the fortified heavy water.”

“…Are you seriously saying this now?”

“Don’t train them too softly.”

“…”

Yoo Eunchae’s expression turned strange.

She looked as if she was seeing something beneath a human being.

“Then the flames…”

“It’s simple. They need to be seared with fire.”

“People die easily!”

“And they don’t die as easily as you think. Do you really think I’d actually kill someone?”

“…No, they don’t die, but they get close to it!”

“The fire isn’t an ordinary flame. It’s a flame made from Brilliant Blazing Fire. Didn’t I tell you I have Brilliant Blazing Fire frozen eternally in my lab?”

“…Ah.”

“But why did you use real fire?”

“…………………………..Hehehehehehe.”

I clicked my tongue.

“The principle is simple. Brilliant Blazing Fire is a flame that harmonizes with other elements. Burning it in that state is more painful than burning it with real fire, but you can obtain the mana of the iron attribute.”

“Eh, really?”

“Well, it just makes your skin tougher and generates a bit of muscle.”

“Then what about burying it in the dirt?”

“After burying them, you need to cast a gravity spell. The body is subjected to gravity, and they use pure mana to escape. This process trains the body further.”

“…”

Yoo Eunchae opened her mouth.

“But isn’t that entire process torture?”

“That’s right.”

I nodded calmly.

The Great Sky Dancing DIvine Mantra, which cannot be mastered unless one is a genius like me.

Conversely, if it’s not me, the Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra cannot be mastered.

How do such people train their bodies?

Push them to the utmost limit. Torture and physical training are essentially the same.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

A martial art that destroyed everything.

It was similar to Divine Thunderbolt.

‘The difference is whether it’s magic or martial art.’

The principle was the same.

However, if the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique left remnants,

Divine Thunderbolt erased everything.

It was destruction.

It didn’t discriminate against its target.

If the wielder doesn’t please it, it will kill even the wielder.

That’s the nature of such martial arts and magic.

So, one must endlessly train the body. Only then can one endure it, even if just a little.

‘Besides, those guys are gradually getting used to it.’

I looked at the others.

At first, the kids were horrified, but now they were entering with expressions that said it was doable.

“About two weeks left, I guess.”

“Yes?”

“The time for those guys to grow.”

And.

Also, the preparation to strike the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.