I Don't Have Any Magic Power but I'm Having a Blast at the Academy

Chapter 49

I Don’T Have Any Magic Power But I’M Having A Blast At The Academy 49

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In the early morning, I sat on the bed and looked out the window. Around me, the swords of Gram floated in the air. The number of swords had increased from five to over six.

The determination gained from hunting Dongjagwi had brought a change in my energy, unlocking the swords of Gram.

Swish!

One of the swords flew towards me in an instant. I gathered my hands as if praying and then spread them apart. The sword flew into the empty space between my hands.

As the sword flew into the empty space, it seemed to be moving forward, but its speed gradually decreased as if caught in a spider’s web. Eventually, it bounced off my chest and flew away.

“Nice.”

My smile widened with satisfaction.

The reason the sword bounced off was that it was blocked by the energy extended between my hands.

The change in energy brought about by the rise in mental power. It endowed the energy with a ‘nature.’

That nature was none other than ‘elasticity’ like rubber.

This elasticity seemed tough enough to bounce off even considerable magic or sword strikes without any difficulty. It was now able to block things that the previous energy couldn’t.

“Time to go.”

Checking the clock, I got up, washed my face, and changed into my school uniform.

Today was the day of the midterm exam.

***

In the morning, the children gathered in the classroom, chatting with each other or reading books, showing a lively atmosphere.

Although they were supposed to be suffering from the aftermath of the Dongjagwi incident, turning to Han Seyul’s special potion had unexpectedly improved their condition. Thanks to that, I also made quite a bit of money.

[13,056,000 won]

I chuckled briefly at the amount displayed on the banking app and looked around.

【Soul Vanguard】

As I activated the title, the souls of the students began to appear. Those souls were colored with emotions.

However, the emotions I could distinguish were very limited.

Just ‘liking’ and ‘hostility.’

If she liked someone, it would be white; if she had hostile intentions, it would be red. If there were aggressive intentions, black would flow.

Red was seen in Kim Joo-hyuk and some students who harbored jealousy at times, while Amelia Eungaye and Han Se-yeon were white. However, Han Se-yeon, though white, was a bit peculiar.

The color when she dealt with the students with a smile was ‘transparent white’.

It meant smiling without any particular kindness.

Even Amelia, who lived with a business smile, wasn’t up to that level, which was quite impressive. Well, she was a bit different when dealing with me.

“Why, what’s wrong?”

A hazy white? Milky white? That kind of color came out.

“It’s nothing.”

“Hmm, really?”

Feeling my gaze, she turned and nodded, heading back into the firearms import department, Han Se-yeon.

By the way, that gun had changed again.

‘Is it a Desert Eagle? Looks pretty cool.’

Watching Han Se-yeon disassemble and assemble the firearm, I eventually turned my gaze away. The seat that had been empty for the past two weeks was now occupied.

I approached the owner of that seat.

“Hey, long time no see. Doesn’t seem like you’ve been doing well.”

I patted his shoulder and awkwardly changed the subject as I looked at Cheon Woo-jin.

It was funny to ask if he had been doing well seeing the dark circles under his eyes.

Cheon Woo-jin greeted me with a bright smile.

“Oh, Haesol. It’s been only two weeks since we saw each other in the classroom.”

“...Oh, but did you have dawn training today too?”

“No, it’s midterms. Should keep my condition in check.”

Cheon Woo-jin had returned from ‘Norland’ on the night of the Dongja Incident.

It was so surprising to hear that he was going to the training ground as he returned to the dormitory.

Even a guy like him couldn’t skip early morning training even on the day of the midterms.

“I just ran a few laps in the park to loosen up.”

“Nevertheless, that’s formidable magic.”

The iron beads touched by Eungaye’s magic didn’t bounce off but thudded into the ground, piercing through it.

It was Eungaye’s gift, “Gravity.”

However, the exhaustion of mental power each time a iron bead was summoned was so immense that Eungaye’s school uniform was soaked with sweat.

Despite the tremendous consumption of mental power, the speed at which she summoned and repelled the iron beads without a moment’s hesitation was truly astonishing.

Shin Ojun, overwhelmed by the ferocity, raised his head.

Yet, in reality, one could consider it somewhat normal up to this point. Compared to what was to come next.

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Tang! Tang!

Shin Ojun turned to the direction where the gunshot sounds were coming from, his expression turning peculiar.

He had clearly instructed to use magic to block the iron beads, not to “shoot down” the iron beads with magic.

It was much more difficult to shoot down flying iron beads with magic than simply blocking them.

However, there was someone who could manage the much more difficult task.

Hanseyeon, holding a Desert Eagle, was the one who shot magic bullets to shoot down the iron beads.

It was indeed an unconventional method, but it could not be considered a violation of the exam rules.

Since using magic to block the iron beads was what was demanded of him.

Moreover, due to the high concentration of magic in the magic bullets, the mental power consumed was much greater than simply using magic. So, there was nothing to say about it.

“...There’s no monster quite like her.”

It was an unconventional method, but Shin Ojun couldn’t help but admire Hanseyeon’s skill.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The sound of wheels rolling loudly echoed through the hall. Shin Ojun’s expression twisted as he turned his gaze.

A student was moving a chalkboard with wheels to the front of the magic circle.

“What is he trying to do?”

While the previous methods were unusual but impressive, causing him to nod in approval, now, watching the student move the chalkboard, Shin Ojun couldn’t understand what was going on from start to finish.

But what was even more bewildering was the reactions of the students waiting in line to observe.

“I wonder what’s hidden on that chalkboard.”

“It wasn’t just a simple test of blocking iron beads.”

“I should bring a chalkboard too.”

Thinking that there must be some meaning behind the bizarre actions of that student, the students gathered on one side of the hall were bringing in the chalkboards with wheels, in anticipation. An untimely migration of chalkboards was unfolding in the hall.

“No, blocking the iron beads, what’s the point of all this...”

Feeling dizzy, Shin Ojun, holding his temples, approached the student, ‘Ihaesol,’ who was placing the chalkboards on both sides of the magic circle and securing them with tape.

“Ihaesol student, what are you doing right now?”

“Ah, could you hold these chalkboards so they don’t shake?”

“Um, excuse me?”

“I’m going to tape them. If I don’t secure these, it’ll be chaos.”

“...?”

What chaos is he talking about?

Perplexed by the incomprehensible words, Shin Ojun, thinking he might as well take a look, watched what Ihaesol was doing.

Soon, Ihaesol, who had blocked the front and sides of the magic circle with chalkboards, brushed off his hands and stood up from his seat.

“There are 10 seconds left. Ihaesol student.”

“That should be enough.”

“...?”

Enough with 10 seconds? While others couldn’t even fill up 10 in 3 minutes?

It was when Shin Oh-jun furrowed his brows at incomprehensible words.

Ihae-sol began clicking the buttons on the console in her hand.

Not once or twice, but in a rapid succession.

Whirrr!

Dozens of iron beads flew out.

And what followed was a spectacle.

“What in the world is this?”

Shin Oh-jun’s eyes widened in astonishment.