The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

The Reincarnated Person Became A Professor At The Academy 6

6 – Could he have been a villain?

“W-what, what is it?”

“Han Cheoljin, right? Why is he lying down like that?”

Students gathered from all directions.

Some were taking pictures with their phones, or even filming this scene as a video.

“Han Seojin won? What nonsense.”

“No matter how you look at it, he underwent a second awakening, right? That explains it.”

“A second awakening? Even if you consider the whole world, isn’t it less than five people?”

Uttered in an unbelievable tone, they whispered.

Han Cheoljin is the child of the Cheolhyeol Sword Clan.

Although he couldn’t inherit the family’s bloodline, he had his own influence in a place where only skills mattered.

It meant that ordinary students were not his match.

It was also proof of his strength.

“Ugh….”

Han Cheoljin clenched his abdomen.

A chilling coldness was felt there.

‘What is this?’

His body trembled.

It was just because of the cold.

But it wasn’t that simple.

That coldness,

It was as if the cold air emanating from a spell was freezing his entire circulatory system.

Han Cheoljin had never heard of such a thing.

‘Magic?’

It seemed like magic.

No, is this really magic?

This was the first time such a phenomenon had occurred.

The Cheolhyeol Sword Clan trains its members to be familiar with magic from a young age.

However, this magic was something unfamiliar.

Ordinary magic creates a structure and then materializes it.

If it had just fired off a projectile, that would have been the end of it.

Of course, this is all about that circle.

That was the magic Han Cheol-jin had learned.

But what had been written there was similar only up to a point.

However, the phenomenon created by magic was beyond common sense.

“It’s absorbing the energy of my Dahnjeon.”

The infiltrating coldness was absorbing the destroyed Dahnjeon energy.

Every movement of the body caused the coldness inside to sting and resonate with pain.

Han Seo-jin approached Han Cheol-jin with a smile.

“It’s called Wolgong Bingcheon, Myeongjo Bingin.”

An engraving that seizes one’s life.

If he desired, it would continue to grip Han Cheol-jin’s life.

“It will continue to devour the energy in your Dahnjeon.”

“Well, what do you want?”

Han Cheol-jin spoke with a trembling voice.

If you insist on doing it this way, there must be something you want for yourself.

“First, information.”

Han Seo-jin needs information.

Cheolhyeol Sword Clan.

Members of a prestigious family who would abandon their own bodies.

Their goals, how they will act, and how they will move.

Information about all of that was necessary.

‘Or they might send an assassin.’

So, if you give me information, that’s enough.

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Of course, there are a few traps here.

If those guys are as cold-blooded as the literal characters of Cheolhyeol (鐵血), they would abandon this man.

Around that time, the toes would freeze solid, leading to death.

‘I don’t know about that.’

Han Seo-jin grinned.

As I knocked this guy down, memories started to trickle in a bit.

“After getting the blood of the main house, is that all you can do?”

“Because of this nonsense, I, I just…”

“Will our main house’s young master really not be able to do this either?”

The guy harassed Han Seo-jin persistently from behind.

He spread all sorts of malicious rumors.

With the power of the Iron Blood Sword Clan, he raped and tormented this person and that person.

Spread rumors like that.

Han Cheoljin wasn’t born in the main family. However, he was connected to other branches of the main family.

And that guy regarded Han Seojin as a thorn in his side.

Combining his own base desires and the desire to look good to that guy, he gradually pushed Han Seojin towards the cliff.

If you push someone else’s life off the cliff, you should be prepared to fall off the cliff yourself.

‘These ridiculous guys.’

Han Seojin smiled inwardly.

Ignoring the reputation of the Iron Blood Sword Clan, he slowly pushed me away.

It’s a good method, but should it be done to someone who has received the blessings of the system and mana to that extent?

By ruining the family’s reputation?

Looking at one thing reveals ten others.

This family seems quite petty.

I think it’s probably the head of the family doing this.

Han Seojin smiled.

I’ll find out soon.

If you don’t want to lose your life.

*

Wol Gong Bing Cheon.

It’s magic. Magic that moves according to my will seeped into the guy’s lair.

“It’s over.”

As an unmanned life, as a human life.

The magic seeped into the scoundrel’s den will torment him whenever he moves in this world.

Most students probably captured it on their phones, so the iron-blooded swordsmen will soon find out.

“How should I act?”

I was somewhat curious about how they would act.

Would they try to bring me down like cowards or harbor a small possibility, trying to embrace me?

There are several reasons why I destroyed the scoundrel’s den, but…

“First, I need to retrieve my memories.”

After being reborn in this body, I inherit memories.

Perhaps that’s why.

I had different personalities in each past life.

In the second iteration, I had a personality that laughed while stabbing with a knife.

In the third iteration, I had a personality that smashed everything I didn’t like.

I didn’t try to change my personality.

Because that, too, is my life.

“More precisely, it’s a way to preserve the mind.”

I had to separate lives individually.

Otherwise, my identity could be buried in the lives of past incarnations.

*Sizzle.*

Opening the cola can, a pleasant sound filled the air.

It’s a sound that feels good no matter when you hear it.

‘How will they behave?’

I wish they would move quickly.

While anticipating, I fiddled with my phone.

“Hey.”

A woman grabbed me.

*

She had short hair.

Her attire was casual. Wearing an outer jacket over a crop top, and snug black jeans on her legs.

‘Who is she?’

Her face is quite attractive.

An appearance that anyone passing by on the street would turn back to look at.

However, her gaze was sharp.

“Who are you?”

“…You, what are you?”

Digging into Han Seo-jin’s memories, a name comes to mind.

The Black Blade Ghost, Nam Hye-rin.

Currently a sophomore at the academy, she was a presence that defeated the second rank of the renowned Golden Generation, while being the most acclaimed woman in the academy, and simultaneously a figure that all heroes paid attention to.

“Hyerin.”

“…I’m sorry, I misspoke. I was just so surprised.”

A woman named Nam Hyerin apologized to me for suddenly interrupting.

Beside Nam Hyerin.

A man approached.

“Sorry. He’s not really good with words.”

He chuckled coolly.

As soon as I saw the man’s face, memories rushed back.

The chosen one.

A man who handled both magic and a sword, a protagonist-like figure in this academy.

That memory surfaced.

“So, Seo Sunwoo and Nam Hyerin, right?”

“Did those two have someone they were interested in?”

Laughter echoed from all directions.

Sunwoo paid no attention to them.

He only had eyes for me.

“I’m Sunwoo. This is Hyerin.”

“So, why me?”

“You left quite an impression.”

Sunwoo said with a bright smile.

“Chuljin managed to subdue you in one go, but still, he’s a novice entering the realm of experts.”

Experts.

What’s that?

I almost sneered but held it back.

In a world with the convenience of visible powers, are the perspectives low?

“The magic you displayed a while ago was quite impressive.”

He’s got quite the eyes.

“I don’t know how you crafted the spell, but it seemed unique. A magic circle yet so freely manifesting, carrying various effects.”

Seon Woo-hyun said while looking at me.

“It doesn’t seem intentional at the Academy.”

Saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

“It’s a business card. The moment the first year at the Academy ends, I’m going to create a guild.”

“A guild?”

“Yeah. Composed of those with names or outstanding abilities. Starting with Nam Hye-rin here, then Yoo Eun-chae, Alchemist Kim Gi-beom… We’ll begin with a streamlined team of seven members.”

Saying so, Seon Woo-hyun.

His eyes were shining.

I’ve seen those kinds of eyes a lot.

Longing.

And he, considering everyone else as mere savages, believed solely in himself as human.

And eyes that regarded others as equals.

It belonged to one who viewed everything around as if they were plants.

‘A troublesome fellow.’

Such individuals are dangerous.

They don’t care about others.

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They would rather resort to sacrifice than walk the path of hardship.

“Let’s just accept it for now.”

At my words, Sunwoo Hyun brightened with a smile.

Of course, he had no intention of joining.

*

Sshh.

I opened a cola can.

This sound is always pleasant.

Neon signs, unseen in my previous life, emitted various colors, illuminating the cityscape.

I was staring blankly at that place.

‘It feels different when you look at it like this.’

I gulped down the cola.

In my first life, I was a modern person.

From the second life onwards, I was a person from a savage medieval era.

The era was fundamentally barbaric, despite claims of having culture and refinement. The nobles were relatively better off, but those who prioritized cleanliness were rare among them. It was a time when people earnestly believed that washing away dirt would rid them of sin.

“So, that’s why I liked the purifier.”

Must be because she’s an elf. Being non-human, she used the purifier often. I consider myself lucky to have met someone who values cleanliness, being the first person I’ve seen who does so.

As I sipped on my cola, I sensed someone approaching me.

“Oh, aren’t you Seojin?”

It was a cheerful voice.

When I turned my gaze, I saw a woman with eyes the color of twilight and hair cascading down to her waist. She wore a white blouse, a black coat, and a black skirt with an H pattern.

The woman looked at me with a hint of puzzlement.

“But should you be here? You’ve been absent from the academy recently.”

“…The academy.”

She’s not the woman I remember. With this level of appearance, an average person should remember her, but there’s no memory of her in my groping recollection. There’s usually only one explanation for this.

“Did something more terrible cover the memory?”

What the heck happened to this guy?

Perhaps.

Lately, there seems to be something odd about the academy absenteeism that woman mentioned.

I pondered for a moment.

I usually had no problem recalling even distant memories, but this was the first time for such a case.

Nothing I could do.

I laid the iron plate and looked at Yoo Eun-chae.

“Who are you?”

“…Don’t you remember me?”

“Sorry, I’ve been distracted lately.”

So, who are you?

I looked at the woman with a questioning gaze.

“…Huh.”

She looked at me with a perplexed expression.

What did this brat do?

“No matter what happened, pretending not to know so shamelessly.”

She stared at me incredulously.

It’s as if when someone you’re interested in suddenly acts cold, you respond.

But what can I do?

I don’t remember.

In response to my helpless gaze, the woman quickly turned away with a look of anger.

“Alright. Do you know how hard I worked to obtain this information?”

The woman left like that.

And after a while.

Kwaaang!!

A massive explosion resounded.

Come to think of it, they mentioned there are villains in this world.

They aimed to destroy the laws created by heroes and dominant forces to protect citizens, creating lawless zones.

‘…Did they really mess with a villain?’

It was indeed a reasonable suspicion.