Became a Myth Class Professor at the Academy

102. Seasonal Semester (3)

“… … .”

Torres, who asked me to make him run, was more serious than anyone else.

The source of that seriousness is clear.

Because it has to be a wall that blocks the presentation.

Of course, I did say something like ‘Be Jesse’s wall’, but that was just to keep Torres in my lecture.

It was said that it was just sophistry.

But for Torres, whose brain structure is made up of Jessie, those words seem to have become a mission of a lifetime.

But, like I said, Jesse and Torres have different starting points.

Although there is a marked difference in their talents, it is difficult to make a difference with this vacation season alone because there is a huge difference in the starting point.

And there was an even bigger problem.

The goal is to focus on the presentation, not the self.

This was one of the hidden settings of ＜A.Chun.Mang>.

An altruistic goal cannot defeat a selfish goal.

It is based on this fact that my classes are mostly made up of ‘individuals’ rather than ‘groups’.

The reason for the focus on individual growth rather than cooperation is to implicitly incorporate this concept.

Why not express it directly?

Simple.

This is because the knights that ordinary combat students aim for are a race marked with ‘sublime’.

Those who say to it, ‘Be strong for your sake,’ are nothing but reading sutras.

Of course, there are some guys who can relate.

Besides, in the first place, the ‘goal’ wasn’t something that could be changed with a few words.

If that was the case, the knights dotted with that ‘sublime’ would have been unable to strengthen their placenta.

It has to be done in the inner instinct unit.

The cover doesn’t matter.

He’s like Torres. Seriously, it’s an altruistic goal of becoming stronger for Jessie, but most of them are saying that there is an inherent goal of ‘I will eat well and live well’.

Anyway, Torres’ growth direction is that the purpose is wrong from that reason.

Fortunately, in the midst of moving towards such altruistic goals, he has achieved remarkable growth.

What if you turned that perspective to yourself?

It was self-evident that more dazzling growth could be achieved.

In fact, there were several attempts during the semester to shift Torres’ goal from ‘selfless’ to ‘selfish’.

However, it was not easy for Torres because he was very loyal to Jessie and had a foolish personality.

However, didn’t I walk towards an environment where I would receive this one-on-one indoctrination on my own feet?

It was an opportunity.

The opportunity to truly blossom the ‘real’ continent’s best talent has come.

Above all, it is nice to have a target to apply my research to before preparing for the second semester.

“good night.”

“Go, thank you! Teacher, Professor!”

“only-“

Of course, it’s not free.

* * *

Not far from Grasco, where Ritt’s residence was prepared.

Lit couldn’t go to work for several days and was moaning.

Something is boiling inside.

It seems to be quiet for a while, but then it rages violently.

The cause of this symptom is known.

Jean Flood.

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Maybe it’s fate for a mixed race person.

Well, it was strange.

It was because he had never heard of Gene Flood appearing among the mixed races that inherited the blood of the dreamer.

Compared to the name value of that individual, the race called Mongma has an absurdly low magical power. Except for the queen, no, it is also true that the queen also has a lower name among the seven great demon kings.

So, even if other blood is mixed, the mixed gene lightly presses down the ghost’s gene, so the mixed blood mixed with the ghost’s blood won’t produce Gene Flood.

For Gene Flood to manifest, the blood of both sides must be equal.

The dreamer can’t touch the blood of the baron.

The Baro clan is the highest-class clan among the Yoma clan.

However, the blood of the dreamer is against the blood of the baron.

They collide with each other and try to explode themselves.

“Ugh… … .”

After agonizing for a while, I came to my senses.

Now half a day will be fine.

Grasping her chest, which still had residual pain, she staggered up and stood up.

He doesn’t have the strength to lift a hand, but if he stays like this, he will starve to death before Gene Flood eats him.

Ritt is said to be a dreamer, but half a noble family.

Obviously, if not necessarily, it was necessary to take in nutrients.

The best thing would be to absorb the spirit, but with this low energy, you can’t do anything properly.

He got up to grab something to eat.

“her… … .”

However, when I opened the refrigerator, it was empty.

“I’m going to buy some.”

Only empty regrets lingered.

He went back to bed and flopped.

I’m not hungry, but I have no energy.

I’m moaning and moaning in the aftertaste again…

Ding Dong-

‘Ah, who the hell are you?’

no one will come

Ding Dong-

“Yeah, let’s go… … .”

He got up without strength and opened the door.

Crack-!

“who… … .”

“Lit.”

A voice that pierces your ears even in a hazy mind, a presence that is clearly reflected in your blurred vision.

“School, Professor… … .”

Lucas,

He was standing right in front of him like a dream.

* * *

“How did the professor… … .”

Ritt, with a slender face, opened the door carefully and looked at it with her eyes wide open.

Polymorph is, of course, turned off.

The beauty clan competing for the best in the world view, the beauty of the dreamlike tribe and the unique fascination of the noble family, plus the beauty of infirmity, gave off a dizzying charm.

Not that it wasn’t, but the real ‘enchantment’ was emanating from her whole body.

If I make a mistake, I get swept away without even knowing it.

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The support that took hold of the mind that was almost far away continued, and only then I was able to grasp the spirit.

“uh… … Would you like to come inside?”

“no. done. I have something to tell you. I stopped by for a while. Get this first.”

It was the medicine that I contacted the mansion yesterday and instructed Victor to make.

Since Victor is well-versed in not only humans, but also demons, he can easily create a degree of energy recovery.

“It’s medicine. It will give you some energy.”

“Thank you professor… … .”

Ritt’s face was dyed with emotion, and he accepted the medicine I gave him as if he were serving some kind of god.

Even at that moment, Ritt’s face was gently wrinkled and then stretched out repeatedly as if to endure the pain.

It was sad.

I brought up the main point because I needed to give him a quick rest.

“Come to my lab at night.”

Jean Flood.

Although it is an awakening device for mixed races in ＜A.Chun.Mang>, it is clear that it is a dangerous symptom.

In addition, in the case of Ritt, this symptom persists for a long time.

In the case of symptoms for awakening, the characteristic is that it does not take long.

This could be interpreted as a kind of red flag.

In the meantime, I have searched for solutions by reading books on genetics such as ＜Introduction to Genetics>.

Anyway, there was only one solution.

Gene Flood is a phenomenon that occurs when two bloods conflict with each other.

For some reason, the blood on the side of Mongma ran out, causing a true flood to Ritt.

If that’s the case, run the blood on one side once more to create imbalance again.

I don’t know how to make the baron’s blood run wild.

But if you’re a dreamer, you know for sure.

‘It absorbs the essence.’

Oh, of course, I don’t mean to give you my spirit.

Instead, great energy sources exist.

You came to me by yourself, Torres.

I will give his spirit to Lit.

I didn’t mean to say that Torres had a bad feeling.

It’s also good for Torres.

When a dreamer absorbs the spirit, his consciousness becomes hazy, especially after a dreamer who is not in good condition like Rit absorbs the spirit to recover it.

In the meantime, I plan to plant a ‘selfish goal’ in Torres.

Good sister and good mother-in-law.

So, you have to tell Lit exactly.

“But, come to Lilith.”

He told me to come as a dreamer, not a teaching assistant.

I can’t go into the details here, so I metaphorized it in easy-to-understand words.

You would have barely noticed.

“Go away.”

The business has been told, so it’s time to go back.

* * *

thud-

The door closed, and Lit stood in front of the closed door for a long time, blankly.

thump- thump-

The sound of the door closing became an echo and echoed throughout his body.

‘But, come to Lilith.’

The last words of Lucas have been floating around in my mind for a long time.

In my hazy mind, it is the only clear thing.

‘Come back to Lilith… … .’

Lilith is her true name.

It is the same with her identity.

Throw away the shell and come back as a complete self.

What does it mean?

face was flushed.

Lit held the medicine that Lucas had given her in her hand.

thump- thump-

heart beats faster

mind – go crazy

The blood of the dreamer- It runs more and more.

‘Ahh.’

she realized

What made the monster’s blood run wild?

What made you manifest Gene Flood?

“professor.”

It was Lucas from the beginning.

There is only one thing that makes the blood of the dreamer run wild.

A clan filled with false emotions, the true feelings of the dreamer.

There is only one true feeling you feel.

Love for Lucas.

It spread and spread like wildfire, eventually causing the dreamer’s blood to run wild.

‘… … .’

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Maybe he was trying to deny it.

The more his love for Lucas grows, the more the blood of the Dreamers runs wild.

‘I want to be with you just a little bit longer… … .’

The time you can be with Lucas is getting shorter.

Lit sat down, feeling the warmth of Lucas left in her hand.

* * *

“… … This is my room.”

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My lab came back after handing Lit some medicine.

Surprisingly there… … No, an unexpected person was waiting.

“Vice-Chief.”

Vice Chancellor Ronald.

After being quiet for a while, why is this gentleman doing this in my room?

“Professor Lucas.”

“… … What are you doing?”

His expression was not good enough to simply pass it on.

He was pale and stiff, as if he was afraid of something.

“What’s going on, please tell me.”

“Lucas, Professor Lucas.”

“Yes, I am here.”

He calmly accepted his panic.

As if calmed down, he pulled something out of his arms.

It was a newsletter covering the entire continent.

“Read it.”

Out of curiosity, I picked up the newsletter.

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“this is… … .”

Know.

The fact that the recently scattered monsters from the Igner Front are occupying the small town. I am also not on the deaf side to the news.

“The next chapter.”

[The dark clouds over Prehiden, the next movement of the demons?]

“Frechden… … .”

A small town at the tip of Aerokk. The name lingered in my mouth.

“Help me.”

dump.

Ronald knelt down.

Fredden.

It was Ronald’s hometown.

“I have a nephew in Frehidden. One and only blood. The center also dispatches soldiers, but it’s too late. How many villages have already collapsed like that? And I’m not in the mood to be strong in the center.”

Wasn’t he the one who hasn’t bravely dispatched students despite the request of the central government?

Of course, Ronald himself knows best that even if the intention was for students, the center wouldn’t like it.

“I know that such a request is quite selfish. I just want to save my nephew. I’ll give you anything, so please, please… … .”

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