Chapter 92: Are You a Descendant of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor? (5)

The training room near the spirit vein had an incredible effect.

Just being there permanently increased mana.

Moreover, training there was the icing on the cake.

This training room had started to become known among students, and it was a space other students wanted to use even a little.

Everyone who had constantly trained there was currently collapsed.

"…I was dying."

"I thought it had been quite manageable before the master came, but now that the master was here, it was really killing me."

Seo Boram retorted to Wi Gunak's words.

"Certainly, the training method Yoo Eunchae had told us about seemed fine."

"But what was even more frustrating was that it really worked well. Burying a person in the ground and scorching them with fire."

"Well, there was no helping it. That was why everyone came here. And no matter how tough the training was, everyone endured it."

At Abel's words, the rest of the group nodded.

"But Abel, you seemed to be very busy these days. Are you okay?"

"…I was okay. Or at least I wanted to say that, but I was really overwhelmed."

Abel let out a deep sigh.

"I wasn't sure why, but the number of visitors here had increased."

"Visitors?"

"Yes, really incredible people said they wanted to visit. For example, the Six Demons of the Demonic Sect, or the Ten Wings of the Evil Overlords…"

"…All those people were the faces representing their factions. They were powerful figures who represented their forces, but why all of a sudden? The vacation was over, and it was now midterm season…"

"A while ago, the master had brought back a couple of kids from the martial arts world. Was it because of that?"

"I didn't think so. Both of them were from the orthodox sects. If that had been the problem, the orthodox side would have already made a fuss about it."

"Then why?"

"I could only speculate, but I thought it was because of the professor's demeanor at that time."

That demeanor at that time.

Seo Boram nodded, recalling that scene. She didn't know exactly what it was, but it had closely resembled her ideal.

A presence that seemed to break through everything standing in its way.

A future ambition.

Rather, a dream of becoming the president of South Korea had been decided because she thought it was cool to decide things by force. For Seo Boram, that had been a scene that had shaken her to the core.

"If I became that kind of person, I could be president too…"

"Really, out of the blue, but why would someone like that become president?"

"Isn't it cool? Knocking down everything in front of you with your fists and eliminating rivals to become president…"

"South Korea is a rule-of-law country. You can't become president through force."

"I'll make it that way."

The future of Korea.

Was it okay like this?

It had been a bit troubling to hear someone from one of the five great families say that so seriously.

"By the way, there's chaos in the magical world too."

"Figures from Holy Haven and Veda were also coming in. On the condition that they had a private meeting with Professor Han Seojin."

Their condition: meeting Head Professor Han Seojin.

Abel sighed deeply.

As a student, he hadn't had to coordinate such things.

Right now, training was more important to him.

The principal would likely let this slide with a smile.

However, his pride would not allow it.

'And.'

There had been a reason why he must be in the good graces of the principal.

Transcendent.

Only that being could save the one he served.

Because he had someone he must save.

'Princess…'

The Vampire Princess.

The most precious being to him, who had inherited the blood of the progenitor.

Abel would do anything for that being.

He had stood up firmly, resolute.

"What, you're starting again already?"

"Yes, it's excruciating, but it makes me stronger."

"You're really something else."

Leaving Seo Boram's words behind, Abel walked toward the training ground.

"Kyahhhhh!!!"

"You screamed so much like a girl. It was unsettling."

It was an ordinary afternoon.

Regardless of the noise outside, I was quietly getting ready.

I was intensely teaching a student at the same time.

Yoo Seolrang.

Green eyes were staring at me.

"Was it finally my lesson?"

"It was pretty early. There were still many who hadn't had theirs."

"That's true."

"Anyway, the reason I called you was not for anything else. I thought it was time to awaken your talent."

"But wasn't it better to awaken the others' talents than mine?"

"Huh?"

I blinked my eyes.

"I didn't have as much talent as you thought."

"Who said that?"

"Wasn't it true that I lacked talent?"

"Among those I taught, I thought your talent was the most formidable."

"…Me?"

Yoo Seolrang looked surprised at my assessment.

"No flattery would get you anything from me."

"What were you talking about? You had the most potential for… well, killing."

"…Was that a compliment?"

"It was a compliment."

Yoo Seolrang had a decent personality.

If she had an innate tendency for destruction or twisted morals, I wouldn't have taught her.

'She was more resolute than others.'

I realized this while teaching her.

She had her own firm standards.

She killed those who needed to be killed and spared those who shouldn't be killed.

I didn't know about the future, but for now, that was enough.

"What did you think your talent was?"

"Hiding well?"

"That's right."

In some sense, it was correct.

However.

If the talent I thought Yoo Seolrang had was real, hiding was just an additional effect.

'If my assumption was correct.'

The talent she possessed might have been the most outstanding among those I was teaching right then.

"First, close your eyes."

"Okay."

Yoo Seolrang closed her eyes at my words.

"Your ability was nothing else. It was harmonizing with nature."

"Harmonizing with nature?"

"Yes."

Nature could mean the wind, fire, or the earth. It could even be lightning or mountains.

'And the most suitable one would be the wind.'

Yoo Seolrang had a faint presence.

If not for me, others wouldn't have noticed her presence well.

Even though they were all geniuses counted on one hand.

'It didn't make sense.'

Some specialized in senses, while there was Wi Gunak who held everything around tightly with an unknown power.

Seon Woohyeon and Yoo Eunchae specialized in everything, and there was Abel, who inherited special blood.

But none of them could sense her.

Even when she was nearby, they couldn't feel her presence, and they were startled when she spoke.

And this was without her talent being fully awakened.

"And now, erase your presence."

"…Even more?"

"Yes."

Yoo Seolrang's presence began to fade.

"Good job. Now, let's take it further."

"Even more?"

"Hide, erase, eliminate your presence. Whatever worked, just make it disappear."

"Hmm…"

Yoo Seolrang seemed to ponder something, then followed my words exactly.

Slowly.

The presence of Yoo Seolrang began to turn translucent.

Clearly visible, yet not seen. Not felt.

'This.'

It was more dangerous than I had thought.

I couldn't see properly. I couldn't feel properly.

If someone of the same level couldn't sense her, then even higher-level individuals might have missed her.

'No.'

My sensory ability and vision were not ordinary.

It wouldn't have been easy to notice her, even at a higher level.

Under the condition of being off guard, even transcendents would have likely failed to notice her.

"How was it?"

"…Well done."

Astonishingly well done.

Just a bit further from there.

"You said you belonged to Magic Shin Clan, right?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you hear anything there?"

"About my Unique Trait? Do you know what my Unique Trait was?"

"I did."

It had been written in the student records.

It wasn't precisely written.

Only a few of her Unique Trait's abilities were listed.

'Even so, we had to maintain strict security.'

We had to bind with all sorts of security spells and oaths.

On the condition of never disclosing it.

"My unique ability was called 'Empty.'"

"Empty?"

"It's probably related to the concept of 'Emptiness,' but that's all I know."

"Really?"

"The ability made the user's presence faint along with additional attributes. That's about it."

"Is that so?"

It must have been an added power from her Unique Trait.

'But the presence became faint?'

It was intriguing.

And the concept of 'Emptiness'…

Wait.

Suddenly, a thought struck me like lightning.

No way.

'Perhaps.'

I looked at Yoo Seolrang.

The ability she possessed might be far more dangerous than I had thought.

'If that's true, this wasn't something I could internalize just by training.'

It would be better to learn it instinctively rather than theoretically.

In that case, it would be best to jump straight into actual combat.

I smiled.

A smile lifted one corner of my mouth.

Yoo Seolrang flinched.

If I smiled like this, she would realize that I was about to stir up some trouble.

"Wait, what exactly were you planning to do?"

"It's nothing special."

The way to make someone realize their talent was simple—by leaving them alone until they were on the brink of death.

But recently, I knew of a place like that.

Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

The dungeon those damned bastards possessed.

If it was there, Yoo Seolrang could roam freely,

'Just in case.'

I looked into it separately.

Insect Dragon King, that guy showed the most definite reaction, but it might also be deception.

However, there were a few certain things.

They conducted some 'experiments' on Han Seojin's body.

And that experiment was to turn him into a demon king.

That alone was an unforgivable great sin.

Though it was still a suspicion close to certainty.

If they really contributed to Insect Dragon King's resurrection.

'I should wipe them all out.'

So, the Iron-Blood Sword Clan would be extremely useful in raising Yoo Seolrang.

'The main camp of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.'

I compared it to Han Seojin's memories.

Coincidentally, there was a building they secretly established nearby.

'Shall I ransack that place first?'

"Kya-hahahahaha! Die, die, die!"

"…Master, why has she changed like that? What on earth did you do?"

"Indeed."

Would she really become a Heavenly Killer?

I seriously began to reconsider teaching Yoo Seolrang.