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It’s strange.

Yoo Eunchae thought so.

The magic formula Han Seojin had untangled.

She couldn’t comprehend it.

Ironically, opposing emotions were also felt.

“It’s… incredibly easy to understand.”

That was because he had untangled it so effortlessly.

So it’s confusing.

Originally, unraveling something so complex in such a way meant he mastered that field.

“I never knew, just kept him busy with exercise.”

In the realm of magic, he might be an extraordinarily distinctive presence.

“This seems a bit challenging.”

Understanding this magic right away isn’t easy.

She knows he holds favor towards himself.

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However, that favor isn’t entirely directed at himself.

It’s like owing someone and trying to repay it to oneself.

That’s evidence of his actions.

Hence, to make him be on her side.

She had to prove herself.

The person that I am.

‘Am I suitable as a disciple?’

But it’s difficult.

With the knowledge I possess, there are limitations.

Then.

‘I surpass those limitations.’

That’s what I thought, but.

In reality, I can only utilize her unique traits.

From the start, her unique traits were nothing less than the most optimized abilities in this world, where martial arts, magic, and superhumans intertwine.

‘It would be foolish not to use this.’

The Eye of All Things.

Activating the eye that sees through everything.

This was also the greatest weapon she acquired.

A weapon that allowed her to survive in this changing world.

Huayu.

Flames bloomed.

Crimson flames blossomed from her eyes, resembling the evening sky.

‘Huh.’

The Eye of All Things.

This eye, which literally allows her to perceive everything, aligns with the closest possible answers.

“That’s mostly the correct answer.”

So, Yu Eunchae could see many things.

Although the game and reality were different, these eyes drastically reduced the sense of incongruity. They even allowed her to get by in theoretical classes without studying.

However, this… what she saw with her eyes posed a slightly different problem.

[Improved potion recipe with the essence of deep violet demon towers.]

Because those words existed.

*

“It can’t be.”

Professor Alves muttered in a stunned voice, as if filled with awe at the idea of baking stones to create a superconductor.

He looked at the blackboard.

As someone who preferred classical things, he didn’t use holograms. Writing magic formulas on the blackboard was both a disadvantage and a characteristic of Professor Alves, who liked traditional methods.

“Well, what is it? Something strange here?”

“What’s strange?”

“This can’t be happening….”

Just because it’s magical studies doesn’t mean everyone is a wizard.

Magical studies, fundamentally, also taught how to deal with situations when the other person is a wizard.

Most are wizards, but there are also those in the warrior profession.

Nevertheless, they too felt something eerie.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The chalk moved relentlessly.

And with each incantation, students, professors, and apprentices groaned.

“This is absurd.”

Words entrenched in a mold.

But no other words surfaced.

This was an expression that seemed to deny all common sense until now.

“It’s unbelievable.”

Strange.

The first purple Tower wine.

The Tower, known as the Tower of Seven Colors, exists in the realm of magic.

Among them, the purple Tower is the most alluring.

Yet, there is no room to disregard the purple Tower.

It is one of the most exceptional towers.

A place revered by all in the realm of magic, but also capable of the most ‘destructive’ effects in war.

And the one who erected the purple Tower, the inaugural Purple Tower Lord, is exceedingly renowned.

The story seen in the game’s world, prior to the unfolding of the narrative, is about the one who single-handedly killed the Demon King.

“He truly is an unbelievable man.”

The Demon King Slayer.

The title is not something a mere human can handle.

Demon King.

Beasts that ignore the principles.

Each of them is a being that seems invincible to human death.

Among them, there’s one called Malseok, who single-handedly killed the Dragon King?

Even with just that, the Violet Tower Sect would still respect him without hesitation.

Of course, when he died, all the artifacts he had, including the magic formula, were lost.

‘How does he possess it?’

He wondered, even though he was his master.

No, it’s not strange.

He mastered the Martial Arts of the Full Moon, and he also possesses magic formulas that can be called originals.

The Revolutionary Flame is no exception.

When using the Martial Arts of the Full Moon, watching him embrace flames, he might have mastered that too.

And.

He probably has the magic formula that will make him known as the “Doombringer.”

However, there is one catch.

“Though the Heavenly Devil manages to somewhat implement it.”

About a year later.

A figure rumored to have inherited the legacy of magic appears.

A crazy guy who calls himself a genius magician, shortened to “Cheonma.”

—

Knowledge of magic and the pursuit of it, there’s no lack even if it’s deemed the topmost on Earth.

She invents a single formula.

And the magic industry is flipped upside down.

Because altering a part of the magic formula resulted in an efficiency difference of at least 20%.

Being the event that overturned the magic industry, she remembers it herself.

That formula differs greatly from the one her mentor is currently using.

To the extent of the difference between heaven and earth.

The problem is,

“The problem lies not in the vast disparity between the formulas used by the mentor.”

Because she delved into magic, she knows.

That formula will cause an enormous ripple unlike back then.

If a formula created by a genius magician has 20% efficiency.

That one achieves at least 60% efficiency or more.

So, one thought kept persisting.

Whether she could appeal to him.

“Is it possible?”

That thought lingered in her mind for a long time.

*

“Oh no.”

Sigh.

The chalk stopped at the end of the blackboard. Clearly, there was not enough space.

Well, who told them to use a blackboard anyway?

It’s the era where holograms are put into watches and used like cell phones.

This is clearly the fault of a professor who used something outdated.

“But I guess this will do.”

He looked at the blackboard with blazing eyes, as if he didn’t want to miss a single letter.

“Why, why did you stop?”

The tone of his voice changed from contemptuous to respectful.

With reverence.

That’s how those race of magicians are.

Trapped in the study of magic, lacking social skills like hikikomori.

Those who think they are superior on such a subject.

“Magicians have no sense of normalcy.”

Like professional gamers or novel writers in the early stages.

Except for me.

I smiled mischievously.

“The rest of the text won’t fit. I’ll stop here.”

“Wh-what!?”

Professor Alves exclaimed, biting his tongue in surprise.

Whoever asked for relics from such an ancient era to be used?

Without hesitation, I put down the chalk and stepped outside.

“Got it.”

The level of the academy.

It was mediocre.

There was nothing to learn here.

I am already perfect in both magic and martial arts.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, yes.”

Yoo Eun-chae grabbed her bag and approached me.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, but the problem is I didn’t quite grasp the Fireball spell just now.”

I widened my eyes at Yoo Eun-chae’s words.

I hoped to understand, but I didn’t really get it.

“hehehehe, I’m only this good.”

“…Your intellect is better than I thought?”

“Even better! There’s a more definite compliment waiting!”

Not quite to that extent yet.

“How was the class?”

“Pathetic. Not just a bit more level, but it needs to be raised several times.”

“Really? I’m sorry, but the instructors are already at their highest level.”

Real standards, huh?

“Because Martians don’t really want to come out for these things.”

“Well, that makes sense.”

Those hikikomori types thinking they can teach others and coming out is quite amusing.

“So, what I’m saying is, how about trying to work as an instructor?”

“…An instructor?”

“Yes, we’ll elevate your authority to the maximum.”

“I’ll do it, I’ll definitely do it!”

“Who are you to interfere?”

Yu Eun-chae’s cheek was pinched and pushed away.

“No, it’s different for Academy Professors! We have to catch them somehow!”

“What’s so special about it?”

Not particularly curious.

“Professor, a professor.”

I closed my eyes and thought about it.

Maybe if it was the second iteration, I wouldn’t have been particularly interested.

The same goes for the third iteration.

However, now, in the fourth iteration, I felt a slight attraction.

“…Could it be that I’m tired?”

I asked myself.

The second iteration of life.

Lived crazily for magic.

The third iteration of life.

Lived crazily for martial arts.

Even the first iteration of life was no different.

I was obsessed with the game, and the rest didn’t matter much.

The only thing I vaguely noticed was probably the representative woman from the first iteration.

But the duration was short. It wouldn’t add up to more than 50 years altogether.

“Heh.”

I inwardly chuckled emptily at that thought.

Just thinking about it was evidence that I was exhausted.

I looked at Yoo Eunchae.

I was deliberately leaving alone someone who seemed to have some ulterior motive.

Although I used encountering the Annihilation Arts as an excuse.

What I truly wanted was probably not something like that.

“Exhausted.”

I closed my eyes for a moment.

I made up my mind.

“Let’s do it.”

Being a professor isn’t so bad.

Of course, considering my nature, I won’t live quietly.

The students? I’ll have them all under my thumb.

The parents might protest, but later on, the students themselves will willingly roll along.

I’m the kind of person who can elevate their level immensely, you see.

“The fee has been prepared.”

“Not necessary… No.”

“Are you really going to teach?”

“Just giving it a try.”

Saying that, I gave Abel a few instructions.

“It’s not that difficult.”

The educational standard might not be high, but the resources themselves are exceptional.

“Is the educational method here similar to high school?”

“No, rather like elementary school, to be honest. Except for a few subjects, one professor manages the students.”

Alvestrong, or Alvesro, seems to be an invited lecturer.

“Oh, I should mention, we won’t be admitting many students.”

“How many people are you thinking of?”

“Even if it’s a lot, around ten?”

“Hmm, that’s a bit few.”

“And I want to take one student with me.”

“Who is it?”

“Nam Hye-rin.”

“…It seems like you’re fond of the dark arts. But if you force magic on her, like saying she’s more suited for magic than martial arts, then we can’t help.”

I looked at Yoo Eun-chae at Abel’s words.

“What kind of disciple are you?”

“…No, she really is more suited for magic!”

“Sigh.”

My head hurts.

It’s a mess being a disciple.

“That’s not happening. I never intended to teach martial arts in the first place.”

“Martial arts…you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’ll be your first student, right?”

“Do as you please.”

I said, looking at Yoo Eun-chae.

“By the way, you do know that training starts today, right?”

“Sure, that student, Yoo Eun-chae! I’ll listen carefully to Teacher Han Seo-jin’s words.”

“It’s noisy. Since today’s training, bring your iron sword.”

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“…I’ve said it before, but I’m a magician, though?”

“Will a magician not die if stabbed in the heart?”

“Eep.”

“Don’t worry; I’ll do it too.”

Now, it’s time to move on to the next step.

I feel the magic has somewhat settled in my heart.

The martial arts firmly established in the Danjeon.

Then.

‘It’s time to learn the unique characteristics in this world.’

It’s time to learn the power called characteristics.