I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 456

In the end, Heiran's plan could be considered 99% successful.

The Black Magic King had defeated the Geosung Dragon far more easily than anticipated, but the sacrifice of the Black Magic Alliance leader and the release of the energy Heiran had accumulated over 18 years succeeded in inflicting a fatal wound on him.

What remained was for Mayuseong to inherit the Black Magic King’s power, and for Heiran to intercept that power during the process.

It was perfect.

The Black Magic King’s unexpected resilience was within calculable limits.

Mayuseong had returned upon hearing that the Black Magic King was wounded in battle, and Blackingdon had delivered a persuasive speech urging him to take the throne. He had nearly succeeded in convincing him.

It was the final stage. Everything was supposed to be over.

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“Why...?”

Heiran dropped his staff as he watched Mayuseong, standing at the gates of the Black Fortress, suddenly activate the necklace’s ability and disappear.

“Why...?”

He couldn’t comprehend Mayuseong’s sudden behavior.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

The likelihood of Mayuseong abruptly abandoning the throne and returning to Stella Academy was supposed to be zero.

As Heiran stared in disbelief at the spot where Mayuseong had vanished, loud laughter erupted from behind him.

“Ha-ha-ha! As expected of my son.”

The wounded Black Magic King.

Even with half of his chest torn apart, seated on his throne and barely clinging to life, he still managed to laugh.

It was infuriating to see him laugh in such a state, but the fact remained: this battle was Heiran’s defeat.

Heiran had inflicted a fatal blow on the Black Magic King, but he couldn’t finish the job. Worse, he knew he wouldn’t be able to wound him so gravely again in the future.

If he couldn’t steal the Black Magic King’s power now, everything Heiran had built and planned would crumble.

“C-Cult Leader!”

“...What is it?”

As the black magicians ran toward him in a panic, Heiran, his face stiff, asked coldly.

“W-We found out why Mayuseong left so suddenly...”

“Stop stalling and spit it out.”

“A-According to the informant we planted at Stella... it was because of an appointment with Baek Yuseol.”

Crack!

The name alone caused the dagger Heiran held to crumple in his grip.

“Baek Yuseol...? Did you say Baek Yuseol?”

“Y-Yes...”

Heiran’s face twisted into a demonic grimace. There was no reason Baek Yuseol should have been involved in this plan.

How had Baek Yuseol’s actions unraveled everything?

‘This... this doesn’t make sense...’

Heiran was unaware.

He didn’t know that Baek Yuseol had spent over a year deliberately befriending Mayuseong, carefully steering his heart away from falling into darkness.

It was this overlooked detail that led to Heiran’s utter failure.

Conversely, Baek Yuseol, unknowingly, had thwarted Heiran’s plan and prevented Mayuseong from succumbing to the Black Magic's corruption.

“What... what should we do now...?”

Heiran turned to look at the Black Magic King.

The King was still laughing.

It was as though he were mocking Heiran.

Look at me. Even as I bleed, I have defeated you.

That seemed to be his unspoken message.

“Leave while I allow it. If my wounds heal even a little more, I won’t let you live.”

The Black Magic King’s taunting threat made Heiran snap his head away in frustration.

“...We will return to the sanctuary for now. I must rework the plan.”

Failing to steal the Black Magic King’s power was a grave error. That power was the key to killing the Black Magic King and claiming the throne.

‘I cannot face my father like this...’

Hui Gong Siwol, Heiran’s father, had encountered countless “sons” across countless worlds, and all of them had failed.

Was Heiran destined to become just another failure?

‘No. I’m different! I’m not like the others!’

Clenching his fists tightly, Heiran stomped across the drawbridge of the fortress.

“Just wait, Baek Yuseol...”

Although his father had ordered him not to touch Baek Yuseol, Heiran could no longer restrain himself. The boy had thwarted their plans time and again. Eliminating him now seemed to be the only solution.

***

Having returned to Stella Academy, Mayuseong found himself late to the meeting—by four minutes and forty-two seconds, to be precise. The teleportation from his necklace could only take him to a designated location, and the meeting point was still some distance away.

"Four minutes and forty-two seconds late," Eisel remarked in a pouty tone.

Mayuseong simply smiled, brushing it off.

Noticing his unusually cheerful demeanor, Baek Yuseol couldn’t help but ask, “Something happen?”

Tonight’s dinner was tteokbokki—spicy rice cakes with added beef brisket, infamous for being spicier than any bomb.

Eisel, despite tears streaming from her eyes and her nose running from the heat, refused to stop eating the fiery dish. Watching her struggle, Mayuseong handed her a tissue.

“Well...” he trailed off.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” Baek Yuseol pressed.

“Haha, a good mood, huh? Maybe it’s not supposed to be, but yeah, you could call it that. Though from another perspective, it could also be considered bad news.”

“What kind of nonsense is that?” Baek Yuseol raised an eyebrow.

With a calm smile, Mayuseong continued eating the tteokbokki gracefully, as though it were a fine dining experience.

“My father was badly injured.”

“...What?”

At those words, Eisel froze mid-bite, her expression wide with shock. Baek Yuseol, knowing who Mayuseong’s father was, went pale as well.

“Your father?!” Eisel exclaimed.

While Eisel didn’t know the true identity of Mayuseong’s father, her reaction was naturally dramatic. However, Baek Yuseol, who was well aware of who the Black Magic King was, appeared even more disturbed.

The Black Magic King is severely injured?

There was indeed a plotline like that in the original story. However, it wasn’t supposed to happen yet.

It was supposed to occur much later—near the time of Mayuseong’s graduation, during the struggle for succession to the throne. The Black Magic King’s grave injuries would lead to Mayuseong becoming the new king, a pivotal ending that often spiraled into a bad ending if he succumbed to darkness.

In this world, where Full Frame was the protagonist, Mayuseong was essentially a main heroine-equivalent figure.

His corruption ending was effectively the bad ending, something players always tried to avoid.

But Baek Yuseol had failed to stop it.

“Explain in detail,” Baek Yuseol urged. “Why exactly was your father injured?”

“Well... my father’s something of a magical warrior, right? I heard he got into a fight with another black magician recently and ended up getting hurt. But it’s nothing life-threatening, apparently.”

Something felt off.

If the Black Magic King had sustained severe injuries, only three black magicians in existence could possibly have done so.

And those individuals would never have left the Black Magic King alive if they’d managed to wound him so gravely.

Why had he survived? And who had he fought against?

Baek Yuseol couldn’t make sense of it.

But... it doesn’t seem like things went completely sideways.

The mere fact that Mayuseong was sitting here, happily eating tteokbokki, indicated that events hadn’t escalated to the point of him inheriting the throne.

I almost made a colossal mistake. I should’ve been more vigilant.

While Baek Yuseol pondered deeply, Mayuseong tilted his head in confusion.

“Why so serious?”

“Seriously? Your father’s injured, and you think I wouldn’t be concerned? Could you laugh if it were your friend’s father?” Baek Yuseol shot back.

“Friend...” Mayuseong repeated, his expression momentarily stunned.

“Anyway, tell your father I hope he recovers quickly.”

Baek Yuseol’s casual remark made Mayuseong blink, then break into a bright smile as he nodded.

“Yeah. I’ll be sure to let him know.”

***

Ssshhh...

That evening.

Amidst the pouring autumn rain, Full Frame made her way to the library.

Lately, the magical problems she had been solving had reached the level of 7-class magic, a difficulty far beyond the scope of Stella Academy’s standard textbooks. She needed more advanced material to continue her studies.

She tied her hair into a high ponytail and opened her umbrella.

Then, suddenly, she halted mid-step. Lowering her umbrella slightly, she looked up at the sky.

Zzzt!

A tingling sensation ran through her, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

She knew this feeling all too well. It was the same sensation she felt when the angels spoke to her.

But no voices followed.

Ever ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) since her encounter with the Celestial Emperor of August, or rather, after her journey to another time, the voices of the angels had grown distant.

It was as if something was actively blocking their communication.

Not that she wanted to hear their voices anymore.

According to Baek Yuseol, they weren’t radiant beings like angels but mere constellations in the night sky.

Even their handsome appearances and wings were fabricated illusions.

She had once been curious why they approached her, but continuing any conversation with them felt like inviting contamination into her mind.

“What are you doing here?”

Lost in her thoughts, Full Frame was startled by someone speaking to her, though she had been expecting it.

By now, she had grown accustomed to these encounters.

Whenever she felt that tingling sensation, something significant always followed.

And more often than not, it led her in the right direction.

For instance, when she needed a carriage, the sensation coincided with Hong Biyeon appearing with one. Or, when she got lost, someone skilled in navigation would conveniently show up to guide her.

“Hello.”

The person addressing her seemed to be one of Stella’s teaching assistants. Full Frame greeted her politely.

“I need to get into the library, but it’s locked.”

“Ah, no problem. I have the key,” the assistant replied.

Full Frame chuckled weakly. How convenient that the person holding the key would appear at just the right moment.

“Here, let me unlock it for you.”

The assistant opened the library doors and left.

Now alone in the dim library, Full Frame placed her dripping umbrella outside and entered without turning on the lights.

Crash!

A thunderclap illuminated the room briefly, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the unlit library.

But Full Frame didn’t care.

She slumped into a chair in the central hall, gazing absentmindedly at the ceiling.

The stained-glass ceiling allowed a muted view of the outside world, and on rainy days like this, the view was especially vivid.

In truth, there was no pressing reason for her to be sitting there.

She was simply... waiting for someone.

Zzzt!

After some time, the familiar tingling sensation returned, raising the hairs on her neck once more.

“Whoa! Full Frame, what are you doing here? You scared me; I thought you were a ghost.”

As expected, Baek Yuseol had arrived to greet her.

It was an almost laughable coincidence—meeting in a dark library, just the two of them.

Full Frame realized, dimly, that she had orchestrated this situation.

Without a word, she stood from her seat and walked toward Baek Yuseol. When she was close enough that her head could almost rest against him, she stopped and looked up at him.

“What... what are you doing?”

Whether it was because her hair was damp or something else, the atmosphere felt strange.

Without saying anything, Full Frame closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest.

“I don’t know...”

“W-What?”

“I just... I just wanted to see you, so I waited.”

With that, she pulled away from his chest and hurried out of the library.

Recently, Full Frame had been unaware of how increasingly strange her own behavior was becoming.