I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy

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Whoosh! BOOM!!

The deafening sound of fireworks echoed through the air.  

“That crazy girl!”  

Flame shouted, her voice sharp with frustration.  

“Hey! Everyone, follow me!”  

Trailing behind her were about seventy students she had managed to gather along the way, individuals she had rallied while following in Hong Bi-Yeon’s path.  

The first rule in any disaster situation.

‘If the situation looks dire, gather as many people as you can!’

As far as she knew, if you had the ability to lead a group effectively, this was always the best course of action.  

“This way!”  

Eisel conjured a massive wall of ice, creating a slide-like ramp that students used to cross safely, one by one.  

Originally, Flame had intended to follow directly behind Hong Bi-Yeon. However, she was delayed significantly because she had stopped to rescue isolated students along the way.  

But it wasn’t all bad.  

In fact, it could even be considered fortunate.  

Hong Bi-Yeon had either destroyed the wraiths in her path or deliberately navigated around areas swarming with them. This left a trail that served as a clear and relatively safe route for Flame to lead the group of students.  

“This is reckless! Wraiths are gathering over there. Let’s go the other way!”  

“Yeah. This is way too dangerous!”  

“It’s suicide!”  

As Flame headed toward the blazing flames, a few students began complaining. And understandably so—the magic Hong Bi-Yeon had released was so bright and conspicuous that it was bound to attract every wraith in the vicinity.  

“So are you planning to run away?”  

“This isn’t about running away.”  

The response came from Serang, a member of the ‘Blossom Trio,’ who had been trailing after Flame all this time, much to her annoyance. For once, his voice carried a calm and serious tone.  

“We’re just… Avoiding unnecessary risks by taking a detour.”  

“A detour?”  

“Flame, you’re the leader of this group. You have to act responsibly.”  

Some students nodded in agreement with Serang’s words—both elves and humans alike.  

Flame, however, scoffed.  

“Ha. Do you think I haven’t tried taking detours when I could? Was there ever a time I wasn’t at risk when I jumped in to save you? No, there wasn’t.”  

She glared at Serang and her voice was laced with sarcasm.  

“Serang, tell me. What were you doing when I saved you?”  

“I was fighting a wraith.”  

“No. You were getting beaten to a pulp. If it weren’t for me, you’d already be dead. You know that, don’t you?” 

"And you over there. After I went through the trouble of saving you and went as far as getting pinned under a rock, this is how you act?"  

Every single student gathered here had been rescued by Flame and Eisel, who had risked their lives to pull them out of danger. While Flame had saved them partly for her own reasons, the fact remained that she had risked her life to protect them.  

"It's the same this time. I'm just doing for you what I've already done before."  

"This situation is very different from before, Flame. Let’s think rationally."  

"I'm always rational."  

"Your heart is way too fiery—excessively so. Anyone can see this is nothing short of suicide."  

Serang stepped closer to her, offering a gentle smile as he spoke.  

"We’re almost at the shelter. The professors are clearing out the wraiths and moving toward us. If we just gather and wait, our safety is practically guaranteed."  

"Flame, you’ve done more than enough. You’ve saved this many students already. You’ve done a fantastic job—enough to change how I see humans."  

Flame responded with a bright smile and nodded.  

"You're right. I am amazing. Cool-headed and fiery at the same time."  

"Good. So you've made your decision, then."  

Serang was relieved. He reached out a hand toward her, but Flame smacked it away.  

"Yeah. My decision is for you to get lost. Take your Blossom—whatever they're called—friends with you."  

"... What?"  

"Disappointing, Serang. I thought you were a decent guy, but this is as far as it goes for you? Were your attempts to hit on me even genuine?"  

"T-they were genuine!" 

"If you tell me to leave, I’ll leave. But don’t trample on my feelings by saying they weren’t real. I told you before. At first, I wasn’t serious, but over time, my feelings became genuine."  

"... Is that so? That’s unfortunate."  

She smiled. But her eyes didn’t.  

It was a cold, dark smile unlike anything Serang had ever seen before, and it made him unconsciously take a step back.  

"With someone like you, there’s no way you could ever win my heart."  

"I only made those calculations because I was thinking about the safety of everyone here. There’s no better decision than this."  

"It’s precisely because you make those kinds of calculations that you’ll never be more than that." 

She turned and walked away. As Eisel followed behind her, the students who had been hesitating and watching Serang for direction also began trailing after Flaime  

The fireworks continued to burst brilliantly in the sky, and as Flame walked toward them, her back seemed so imposing that Serang couldn’t bring himself to reach out to her. However, he mustered the last bit of courage he had and shouted after her.  

"Tell me! What do you mean? I don’t understand!"  

Flame paused momentarily, then turned her head slightly and tapped her temple with her fingers as she replied.  

"Your problem is that you calculate before saving someone. Coward."  

As if she were recalling someone specific, Flame delivered those words and walked away. Serang, who was left alone, stood in a daze, watching her receding figure.  

Even now, he couldn’t understand.  

‘I don’t get it…’

To Serang, Flame’s words were an insurmountable puzzle.  

———

Over the thousand years since the advent of the Progenitor Mage, countless wars had plagued the Aether Continent. 

There had been wars between different races, as well as conflicts between nations, religions, and tribes.  

Among the innumerable battles, one of the most devastating and senseless wars was the ‘Third War of the Dead.’

Three hundred years ago, during the height of the necromancers’ reign of terror, the world was nearly brought to its knees.  

At that time, before the existence of the holy nation’s ‘Undead Transformation’ magic, necromancers almost seized control of the entire world.  

Their terrifying ability to turn any enemy into their undead servants made even the bravest of warriors tremble. Armies of hundreds of thousands were sent to fight them, but the necromancers would only turn their forces into undead soldiers, bolstering their own ranks.  

No matter how many were killed, the enemy would rise again, while the living forces were exhausted and fell one by one. It was a battle that drained not only strength but also courage and hope.  

Imagine fighting alongside a trusted ally, only for them to become a decayed corpse and turn their sword on you.

It was enough to break anyone’s spirit.  

Crack!

The roots of the World Tree wrapped around the sky, forming a massive green web that reflected sunlight into the ground below.  

It was the pinnacle of magic: absorbing sunlight, concentrating it into a single point, and releasing it as a devastating beam of energy. While it was normally used against a single target for maximum impact, Florin skillfully dispersed the magic into multiple beams.  

Dozens, hundreds—no, thousands of beams.  

Florin controlled every single one with meticulous precision. If even one beam strayed, it could hit an innocent citizen.  

‘Kgh...!’

Had it been a straightforward spell, it might have been simpler, but bending and reflecting sunlight required complex calculations.  

Despite the overwhelming mental strain, magnified by the desire to protect her people while casting, Florin gritted her teeth and endured.  

A thin line of blood trickled down her lips from the effort, but the results were undeniable.  

"O-Oh..."  

"Light is descending from the heavens...!"  

Thousands of beams of light rained down like a torrential shower, striking the wraiths scattered across the World Tree's haven and obliterating them! 

Each beam of light carried the destructive force of a class 7 spell. The elves fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the immense power, and began praying to the World Tree.  

‘Please just run away! I beg you!’

But their prayers only added to Florin’s frustration. She had cast this grand magic to help them evacuate, yet they were unable to do so.  

In moments like these, the city’s guardians should have been guiding the citizens, but most of them had fled, leaving the situation grim.  

Left with no choice, Florin continued controlling her magic while attempting to communicate with the World Tree again.  

This time, she used a form of telepathy. It was not directed at individuals, but broadcasted to all elves connected to the World Tree.  

Sending an actual message was impossible; all she could do was instill courage and determination.  

‘People of the World Tree,’

‘Stand up.’  

‘And run.’

‘The Mother of All Life will protect you.’

‘Believe.’

Whoosh.

"Ahh…!"  

For a moment, the world seemed to darken, and she felt as though she were losing her balance. Yet, she forced herself to maintain the complex calculations of her spell. If she let go of the magic now, it would lead to a catastrophic disaster.  

"Hah… Hah…"

After successfully delivering the telepathic message and using beams of light to obliterate the wraiths, Florin collapsed, clutching her chest as she tried to catch her breath.  

She had bought enough time. Perhaps, even if the wraiths continued to revive.  

Using her staff to steady her trembling legs, she managed to push herself upright. Though her mind was frayed, she knew she needed to meditate and restore her mana to prepare for what came next.  

“At least… This much should hold…”

Florin recalled the words Baek Yu-Seol had said before leaving.  

‘I’m about to enter the body of the Dusk Soil Moon.’

She had been utterly shocked by his declaration. It was an idea so absurd, so unprecedented, that no one in history had ever dared to consider it.  

‘You’re saying it’s possible? That’s insane.’

‘Does it sound impossible? It’s not. Have you seen what Dusk Soil Moon’s mouth looks like? That’s the entrance. Well, I could go in through the eyes too. They’re just holes shaped like facial features, leading to a hollow interior.’

When Florin asked where the entrance was, Baek Yu-Seol responded with a sly smile.  

‘I know.’

When faced with seemingly impossible challenges, people often use different methods to overcome their fear. For Baek Yu-Seol, his way was simple. He would laugh it off, brushing aside the terror as though it were nothing.  

As he always did.  

"By now, he should..."  

Florin was sweating coldly as she lifted her head. The view from the top of the White Castle was as breathtaking as ever, offering an expansive, unbroken sightline.  

From here, it was easy to focus her gaze on the ‘Land of the Dead Giant’.

But then—  

"... What?"  

Her eyes caught something utterly incomprehensible.  

‘What… What is that…?’

The figure was humanoid, with a single face, two arms, and two legs. Its body resembled clay or mud and was entirely brown. Step by step, it was slowly making its way toward her location.  

But there was one key difference between it and a normal human.  

It was towering. So tall that its head reached the clouds.  

As its hands touched the ground, the tremors rippled outward. Even the World Tree, which usually absorbed seismic impacts, shuddered under the force of each step.  

The weight of this being’s movements was unfathomable.  

“What is happening...?”

What had happened to Baek Yu-Seol’s plan? To Elthman’s seal?  

In a thousand years of recorded history, nothing like this had ever occurred.  

Why was Dusk Soil Moon awakened, stretching its two legs and walking toward the World Tree?  

Groooar…!!

"Ugh…!"  

When Dusk Soil Moon’s hollow, gaping eyes turned toward them and its mouth opened, a strange resonance erupted. The sky itself responded.

Clouds scattered and twisted, forming into a massive, ring-shaped vortex.  

And beneath that ring of clouds, the giant walked.  

Now, she remembered.  

‘Among all the giants that ever existed, there was one that stood above the rest.’

‘The ruler of giants. The sovereign of the earth.’

‘The Twelve Divine Moon—Dusk Soil Moon.’

Florin was utterly stunned and collapsed to the ground.  

Even Chelven, the being empowered by Dusk Soil Moon’s blessing, had been impossible to defeat.  

But now, the giant itself—Dusk Soil Moon, with its immense, colossal form—was walking directly toward them.  

If it reached the World Tree...  

The World Tree would be uprooted and vanish from existence forever. 

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