I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 460
Although Baek Yuseol had told Scarlett he would handle things alone, he didn’t plan on truly going solo.
The Green Core was notoriously difficult to handle, and for it to have been stolen from the Verdant Tower, the culprits were likely a powerful and highly capable faction. He needed help.
The first person who came to mind was Flowering. Her abilities and affinity with artifacts like the Green Core made her an ideal ally.
Unfortunately, she was too busy.
Even calling on someone like the Elf Queen for a single artifact like the Green Core felt excessive. Her mere presence contributed more to natural restoration than the Core itself.
She was currently balancing her duties as queen with her work restoring nature. Now unafraid of the outside world, she occasionally ventured out to revive desolate landscapes.
The next candidate was Yiphanel.
As a thousand-year-old spirit who had recently regained her strength after seclusion in the World Tree, she seemed like the next best option.
“...So sleepy...”
When Baek Yuseol visited her, Yiphanel was still as lethargic as ever.
Though she had visibly grown, now resembling a young adult rather than her former childlike self, she was still lying atop a flower, half-asleep in her delicate, flowing attire. It was a picture of ethereal beauty but a frustrating sight for Baek Yuseol, who had hoped to enlist her help.
“Yiphanel, does this mean you can’t go? I was going to do something really fun.”
“...Mm...”
Her voice was so drowsy it barely registered.
She likely wouldn’t even remember that Baek Yuseol had visited. Truly sleepy people often couldn’t distinguish between dreams and reality.
“Alright, no choice then. I’ll visit again later.”
“...Okay...”
Yiphanel fell back into a deep slumber, and Baek Yuseol left the garden.
The area was heavily protected by an impenetrable barrier that the World Tree had created to shield her. Despite her past corruption that had caused the World Tree great anguish, it still loved her, as if forgiving her for her sins.
“This security system has really improved since its breach.”
Anyone close to Yiphanel could enter without issue, but intruders faced the wrath of the World Tree’s powerful radiant magic.
After the Black Mages' illegal intrusion had corrupted Yiphanel, the World Tree had tightened its defenses, making it a fortress for the young spirit.
Even Yiphanel, with her childlike disposition, had learned from her past pain and wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice. She was, after all, a thousand-year-old spirit.
“If both Flowering and Yiphanel are unavailable, I might as well do this alone.”
It wasn’t a lengthy mission anyway.
And if necessary, he could seek the help of Yeondurim Saweol, the very entity tied to the Green Core. Given that it was her divine artifact, she would likely assist without issue.
The airship trembled as it ascended. Baek Yuseol settled into his private VIP room, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
With little time to spare, he used every quiet moment for training, focusing on channeling the energy of the Twelve Moons through meditation. Strangely, he found these short bursts of practice more effective than hours of rigorous training.
After breaking through one energy barrier, his growth had accelerated. Now, he could control the power of Eunse Shipilwol (Silver Eleventh Moon) to the extent of slowing time.
[“The ability Resting Time has been activated by Eunse Shipilwol.”]
After concentrating for a long while, Baek Yuseol released the silver energy. The flow of time in the surrounding area seemed to crawl.
Opening his eyes, he gazed out the window.
The airship’s propellers appeared nearly frozen, barely turning.
What once required the support of Eunse Shipilwol now ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) came solely from his own abilities. However, it wasn’t perfect.
The time-slowing effect wasn’t powerful enough; he could still see the propellers moving, and his own body was partially affected, making even small movements arduous.
It was far from the complete stillness that Eunse Shipilwol had once demonstrated, where the world froze entirely except for him.
“...Still a long way to go.”
Baek Yuseol exhaled and stopped the ability. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he prepared for his next experiment: Your Emotions, a skill from Yeonhong Chunsamwol (Soft Crimson Third Moon).
Focusing his energy, he infused his eyes with a soft pink hue. As his power expanded, the emotions of everyone on the airship flowed into him.
Rage, sorrow, happiness—all these emotions manifested as colors and shapes, creating a vivid, three-dimensional map in his mind. This ability allowed Baek Yuseol to pinpoint the exact location of every person aboard without seeing them directly. It was far more precise than simple intuition.
As he continued honing the powers of the Twelve Moons, a flustered voice came through the speakers installed throughout the airship.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Flight No. 3 of Dulis Airways, originally bound for Brightly Port, will now be landing in Bahana City, approximately 30 minutes away. I repeat, we will be landing in Bahana City instead of Brightly Port...”
“What?”
Baek Yuseol frowned and left his VIP room.
The sudden announcement caused an uproar among the passengers, most of whom had been heading for Brightly.
Pushing through the agitated crowd, Baek Yuseol made his way to the cockpit, where a group of people was confronting the co-pilot.
“What’s the meaning of this?” one passenger demanded.
“Do you realize there’s no direct transport between Bahana and Brightly? It’ll take at least six hours to get back!”
“I-I’m terribly sorry, but landing at the nearest available location is our only option.”
“Damn it! I have no business in Bahana! Turn this ship around!”
“We don’t have enough magical energy left in the engines to return...” the co-pilot stammered.
Baek Yuseol narrowed his eyes.
Something was clearly wrong.
Although Baek Yuseol had told Scarlett he would handle things alone, he didn’t plan on truly going solo.
The Green Core was notoriously difficult to handle, and for it to have been stolen from the Verdant Tower, the culprits were likely a powerful and highly capable faction. He needed help.
The first person who came to mind was Flowering. Her abilities and affinity with artifacts like the Green Core made her an ideal ally.
Unfortunately, she was too busy.
Even calling on someone like the Elf Queen for a single artifact like the Green Core felt excessive. Her mere presence contributed more to natural restoration than the Core itself.
She was currently balancing her duties as queen with her work restoring nature. Now unafraid of the outside world, she occasionally ventured out to revive desolate landscapes.
The next candidate was Yiphanel.
As a thousand-year-old spirit who had recently regained her strength after seclusion in the World Tree, she seemed like the next best option.
“...So sleepy...”
When Baek Yuseol visited her, Yiphanel was still as lethargic as ever.
Though she had visibly grown, now resembling a young adult rather than her former childlike self, she was still lying atop a flower, half-asleep in her delicate, flowing attire. It was a picture of ethereal beauty but a frustrating sight for Baek Yuseol, who had hoped to enlist her help.
“Yiphanel, does this mean you can’t go? I was going to do something really fun.”
“...Mm...”
Her voice was so drowsy it barely registered.
She likely wouldn’t even remember that Baek Yuseol had visited. Truly sleepy people often couldn’t distinguish between dreams and reality.
“Alright, no choice then. I’ll visit again later.”
“...Okay...”
Yiphanel fell back into a deep slumber, and Baek Yuseol left the garden.
The area was heavily protected by an impenetrable barrier that the World Tree had created to shield her. Despite her past corruption that had caused the World Tree great anguish, it still loved her, as if forgiving her for her sins.
“This security system has really improved since its breach.”
Anyone close to Yiphanel could enter without issue, but intruders faced the wrath of the World Tree’s powerful radiant magic.
After the Black Mages' illegal intrusion had corrupted Yiphanel, the World Tree had tightened its defenses, making it a fortress for the young spirit.
Even Yiphanel, with her childlike disposition, had learned from her past pain and wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice. She was, after all, a thousand-year-old spirit.
“If both Flowering and Yiphanel are unavailable, I might as well do this alone.”
It wasn’t a lengthy mission anyway.
And if necessary, he could seek the help of Yeondurim Saweol, the very entity tied to the Green Core. Given that it was her divine artifact, she would likely assist without issue.
The airship trembled as it ascended. Baek Yuseol settled into his private VIP room, sitting cross-legged on the bed.
With little time to spare, he used every quiet moment for training, focusing on channeling the energy of the Twelve Moons through meditation. Strangely, he found these short bursts of practice more effective than hours of rigorous training.
After breaking through one energy barrier, his growth had accelerated. Now, he could control the power of Eunse Shipilwol (Silver Eleventh Moon) to the extent of slowing time.
[“The ability Resting Time has been activated by Eunse Shipilwol.”]
After concentrating for a long while, Baek Yuseol released the silver energy. The flow of time in the surrounding area seemed to crawl.
Opening his eyes, he gazed out the window.
The airship’s propellers appeared nearly frozen, barely turning.
What once required the support of Eunse Shipilwol now came solely from his own abilities. However, it wasn’t perfect.
The time-slowing effect wasn’t powerful enough; he could still see the propellers moving, and his own body was partially affected, making even small movements arduous.
It was far from the complete stillness that Eunse Shipilwol had once demonstrated, where the world froze entirely except for him.
“...Still a long way to go.”
Baek Yuseol exhaled and stopped the ability. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he prepared for his next experiment: Your Emotions, a skill from Yeonhong Chunsamwol (Soft Crimson Third Moon).
Focusing his energy, he infused his eyes with a soft pink hue. As his power expanded, the emotions of everyone on the airship flowed into him.
Rage, sorrow, happiness—all these emotions manifested as colors and shapes, creating a vivid, three-dimensional map in his mind. This ability allowed Baek Yuseol to pinpoint the exact location of every person aboard without seeing them directly. It was far more precise than simple intuition.
As he continued honing the powers of the Twelve Moons, a flustered voice came through the speakers installed throughout the airship.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Flight No. 3 of Dulis Airways, originally bound for Brightly Port, will now be landing in Bahana City, approximately 30 minutes away. I repeat, we will be landing in Bahana City instead of Brightly Port...”
“What?”
Baek Yuseol frowned and left his VIP room.
The sudden announcement caused an uproar among the passengers, most of whom had been heading for Brightly.
Pushing through the agitated crowd, Baek Yuseol made his way to the cockpit, where a group of people was confronting the co-pilot.
“What’s the meaning of this?” one passenger demanded.
“Do you realize there’s no direct transport between Bahana and Brightly? It’ll take at least six hours to get back!”
“I-I’m terribly sorry, but landing at the nearest available location is our only option.”
“Damn it! I have no business in Bahana! Turn this ship around!”
“We don’t have enough magical energy left in the engines to return...” the co-pilot stammered.
Baek Yuseol narrowed his eyes.
Something was clearly wrong.
“Is all you people know how to do is make excuses?”
A middle-aged man, who seemed to be a noble, shouted loudly, and others quickly joined in agreement behind him.
The co-pilot, overwhelmed by the uproar, couldn't even offer a proper explanation and eventually fled to the cockpit, muttering something about needing to handle the controls. He left the situation to a female flight attendant, who, of course, had no more answers than he did.
Before she could utter a word, the passengers began yelling again, demanding that the airship head to its original destination, Brightly. The poor attendant could do nothing but stand there, looking as if she was about to burst into tears.
Finally, Baek Yuseol sighed and stepped forward through the crowd.
"Excuse me for a moment."
"And who do you think you are, huh?"
The middle-aged noble turned to Baek Yuseol, barking at him in frustration. However, upon seeing Baek Yuseol's Stella Academy uniform, he hesitated slightly. It was well known that Stella students came from the highest tiers of society, and antagonizing one could lead to trouble.
"Let's hear what she has to say first," Baek Yuseol said calmly.
"What's there to hear?"
"If you don’t want to listen, then step aside."
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The airship's decision to divert its course was clearly a frustrating one. The passengers’ anger was understandable, as they had expected to land at Brightly but were now being redirected to Bahana.
Even so, throwing a tantrum without even attempting to understand the situation wasn’t going to help. It wasn’t about being a problematic passenger—it was about resolving the issue properly.
"What did you say? Step aside?"
The middle-aged man, now red-faced, pointed a trembling finger at Baek Yuseol. However, before he could say more, Baek Yuseol waved him off dismissively and turned to the flight attendant.
"Why can't we land at Brightly?"
"Ah, well... Four 7th-Risk Black Mages appeared at Brightly’s port, and they're currently engaging in combat. The authorities issued an order to divert all civilian airships for safety reasons, to avoid potential hostage situations," the attendant explained, her voice shaky but grateful for the chance to speak.
"Four Black Mages?"
It wasn’t strange for Black Mages to appear in Brightly, as it was a relatively remote area. But four 7th-Risk Black Mages? That was odd. High-level Black Mages wouldn’t usually bother with such a place.
"The Association has dispatched mages to deal with the situation, but due to disruptions in the airspace, they won’t arrive for at least an hour. So, we were instructed to land at the nearest available airport instead."
"The Association just sent mages? Then what do you mean by ‘engaging in combat’? Who are they fighting with?"
"I... I don’t know. That’s just what we were told," the attendant replied, looking more confused than ever.
"So, the Mage Corps hasn’t arrived yet, and someone is already battling four 7th-Risk Black Mages?"
Baek Yuseol's calm tone made the passengers around him pause. He glanced at the noble, who seemed ready to argue again, and interrupted before he could speak.
"In that case, let’s do this: Check the remaining engine power. I’ll handle the Black Mages myself, on the condition that we land at Brightly," Baek Yuseol said decisively.
The attendant blinked in shock. "Pardon me?"
Without another word, Baek Yuseol pulled out his Honorary Mage Certification and showed it to the gathered crowd.
The certificate, awarded only to those with at least the skills and knowledge of a 7-Class Mage, left everyone speechless. Even among seasoned mages, earning such a title was a rare accomplishment.
And yet, here it was in the hands of a teenage Stella student.
"Ba-Baek Yuseol...?" the middle-aged noble stammered, quickly withdrawing his hand, which had been resting on Baek Yuseol’s shoulder.
"Aha, haha. Just brushing off some dust..."
Ignoring him completely, Baek Yuseol locked eyes with the flight attendant, who quickly scurried to the cockpit. Moments later, the captain himself emerged, extending a hand for a handshake.
“Welcome, and thank you for stepping up. I understand you have the credentials of an Honorary Mage?"
Baek Yuseol nodded, showing his certification once more. The captain exhaled a sigh of relief and nodded.
"Even so, there’s still some risk involved. The engines only have enough power to keep us airborne for about an hour. While we can hover above Brightly, we won’t be able to land until the battle is over."
"That’s fine," Baek Yuseol replied, his tone firm.
"We can wait for 30 minutes, but if the battle isn’t resolved by then, we’ll have no choice but to retreat to Bahana. Is that acceptable?"
"Twenty minutes," Baek Yuseol corrected.
"Excuse me?"
"Twenty minutes is all I need. If I can’t finish it by then, feel free to leave. Waiting any longer might compromise the engine’s safety."
The captain’s eyes widened slightly at Baek Yuseol’s confidence. After a brief pause, he nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Understood. In that case, please prepare for battle. We’ll head straight to Brightly."
Baek Yuseol nodded, already planning his next moves.
