I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 483

In this world, magic is a scientific and mathematical phenomenon.

Every effect has a cause, and through complex calculations, results are generated, giving birth to magic.

The same principle applies to magical disasters.

Although humanity has yet to uncover the mathematical reasons behind these catastrophes, every magical disaster has a cause and a calculable explanation.

Unraveling these mysteries is the job of mages, or in modern terms, magic researchers.

Unlike magical warriors, magic researchers seldom learn combat spells, nor do they spend time storing mana within their bodies. Instead, they dedicate themselves entirely to research.

“You are not a magic researcher. You have no experience in the relevant fields of study, nor have you been trained in survival techniques or rescue operations for disaster zones.”

Queen Hong Seryu spoke as she swiftly sifted through documents, addressing Hong Biyeon, who stood before her insisting on joining the response to the disaster.

“So, Princess Hong Biyeon, you will be of no help this time. You’ll only be a burden.”

“I’ve saved Adolevit before

from a similar situation in the past.”

“Yes, and I am deeply grateful for that. I expressed my gratitude to you in full, didn’t I?”

Hong Seryu wasn’t one to speak empty words.

She recalled the incident from a year and a half ago, at the coast of Levian. At the time, she had nearly sent Hong Biyeon to her death—or rather, she had intended to sacrifice her to end the calamity that had struck the Levian coastline.

The result, however, was a complete failure. Hong Seryu’s actions inadvertently led to the revival of the legendary pirate king, Black Veliz.

“Since it was my fault, I had to take responsibility.”

Having caused the disaster herself, Hong Seryu had resolved to sacrifice her own life to stop it.

But the situation changed when Hong Biyeon, the one she had planned to sacrifice, managed to control the Avatar of Flames—a force that should have led to her death—and ended up saving not only Adolevit but also Hong Seryu’s life.

Though Hong Seryu disliked Hong Biyeon, she didn’t let personal feelings influence her actions.

If someone helped her, she repaid them. If someone wronged her, she ensured retribution.

Thanks to this principle, Hong Biyeon now stood as an equal—if not superior—rival to Hong Siwha in the race for the throne.

“But that doesn’t mean throwing a tantrum will get you what you want this time.”

This time, the situation was different.

In the case of the pirate king’s revival, it was a disaster caused by human hands, which meant there were ways to resolve it with human effort.

This, however, was entirely different.

If those trained specifically in magical disaster response could barely manage, there was no reason to bring Hong Biyeon along.

“But I have a reason I must go.”

“You think I don’t know that this is for political image-making? Go back. Members of Adolevit’s royal bloodline must understand the value of their lives.”

“Hong Siwha has already begun evacuating the citizens from the city center to the outskirts. I’m assigning you the task of managing the evacuation of the outer districts. If you successfully protect and lead the citizens, it will fulfill your goal of image-making.”

Hong Seryu’s every word seemed to pierce through Hong Biyeon’s intentions.

But even Hong Seryu underestimated how shameless and determined Hong Biyeon could be.

“Political image-making? Yes, that’s part of it. It’s an important reason,” Hong Biyeon admitted with surprising ease. “But more than that...”

She turned her gaze toward the distant cliff where the Frostcliff Palace stood majestically.

A voice from a flight officer, urging her to leave, echoed faintly in the background. Hong Seryu raised her hand to silence them, her curiosity piqued.

Hong Biyeon spoke again.

“That palace.”

“The palace?”

“I’ve always wanted it. Ever since I was a child.”

“You already live in the Frostcliff Palace, don’t you?”

“No. I don’t own anything there—not a single thing. That palace belongs to Your Majesty.”

With her true intentions already exposed, Hong Biyeon decided to bare her desires completely.

“I’ve always thought it was a truly beautiful palace. Perched precariously atop a sharp cliff yet so stunningly elegant.”

Hong Seryu crossed her arms, following Hong Biyeon’s gaze to the palace.

It was, without question, a beautiful palace.

“Wanting the palace... That’s a modest dream.”

At the word modest, Hong Biyeon couldn’t help but smirk.

For Hong Seryu, possessing the palace was so natural it was barely worth mentioning. But for Hong Biyeon, it was a distant dream.

Choosing her words carefully, Hong Biyeon continued.

There was much she could say.

This dream is far too grand for me.

If I can’t stop the disaster and that palace collapses, I’ll lose my lifelong dream...

She could appeal to emotion, cautiously reveal her inner thoughts.

But Hong Biyeon discarded all such notions.

“I will have the palace intact. To do so, I must protect it.”

Her honest ambition.

By boldly revealing it before the queen herself—

“...Very well. I like it.”

—she secured Hong Seryu’s approval.

The queen raised the corner of her mouth in a faint smile, then turned to the mage waiting behind her.

“Add another seat to the special disaster response team. Place it at my right. From now on, Princess Hong Biyeon will participate as an advisor to the team.”

***

The Treteoka Great Canyon is one of the most famous terrains along Adolevit’s borders, with over 300 ravines threading through its vast expanse.

Its harsh and rugged landscape has long been deemed impenetrable, giving rise to the saying: "No nation could ever invade through these lands."

Within the canyon, at the 100th Ravine, one of the largest branches, three figures trudged through the rocky expanse.

A Foreboding Sky

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The sound of thunder rolled through the dry sky as dark crimson storm clouds gathered above.

Looking upward, one of the figures broke the silence.

“...This isn’t a natural phenomenon, is it?”

Baek Yoosul’s voice carried a note of tension.

Scarlett, walking alongside him, raised a brow.

“Not at all. It reeks of foolish black magicians pulling reckless stunts.”

“Hah, this is troublesome,” Rudric remarked, frowning. “That’s a 9-risk-level black magician deliberately poisoning nature itself. That spell is no longer under the caster’s control. I doubt even the one who cast it knows how to stop it now.”

“What would possess someone to unleash such magic?”

“No idea,” Rudric replied curtly. “And I don’t care to understand.”

For a mage, losing control of one’s magic was a grave blow to their pride.

Such a failure was more than a personal embarrassment—it could lead to public disgrace. Entire careers had been ruined over a single uncontrolled spell.

Magic was considered truly great and beautiful only when wielded with perfect control.

But black magicians seemed to hold a different philosophy.

“They must believe that the bigger and more devastating the disaster, the greater their power seems,” Scarlett said, shaking her head in disapproval.

Baek Yoosul, however, wasn’t concerned with the philosophical debates of mages.

“What matters is why it’s conveniently in our way.”

“Do you think this is Toa Legron’s doing?” Rudric speculated cautiously.

“No,” Scarlett interrupted firmly.

“Why not?”

Scarlett crossed her arms and spoke with conviction.

“Toa may have fallen into black magic, but he would never resort to something this crude. He learned magic from me. He holds the same sense of honor I do.”

A Concealed Tower

“The mana reaction is close,” Scarlett said, refocusing the group. “We’re near the Viridian Tower.”

“Still can’t see it,” Baek Yoosul muttered.

“Probably hidden,” Scarlett suggested, pointing at the clouds.

“If it’s hidden there, the tower might be cloaked with mist.”

“That’s no mist,” Rudric interjected, narrowing his eyes.

“The space itself has been folded—a sort of dimensional curtain.”

“Can we enter?”

“It’s not hard,” Rudric assured, gathering golden mana into his hands. He raised them high, summoning an enormous golden magic circle in the stormy crimson sky.

The sheer brilliance of the magic circle forced Baek Yoosul to shield his eyes. Moments later, the dimensional curtain unraveled, and the Viridian Tower emerged.

A Scene of Devastation

What appeared before them was nothing short of hell.

Scarlett gasped, covering her mouth. Even for a seasoned mage like her, the sight was horrifying.

Abyssal creatures made entirely of bone soared through the air. The Viridian Tower itself was overrun, its surface teeming with skeletal monstrosities gnawing away at the structure. Meanwhile, crimson lightning rained down indiscriminately, tearing apart the very landscape.

“This... this isn’t Toa Legron’s work,” Scarlett stated with certainty.

“The ambient white mana has been completely corrupted into black mana,” Rudric observed grimly. “It’s irreversible. And that crimson lightning... we can’t stop it with our magic.”

Baek Yoosul adjusted his magitech goggles, enhancing their zoom function to observe the tower closely.

The tower housed fewer than ten 8-class mages, but they were now lifeless husks, their bodies being devoured by the skeletal creatures.

Hundreds more corpses were grotesquely impaled around the tower like morbid decorations—a massacre likely orchestrated by the tower’s own corrupted mages.

“Toa is a black magician, isn’t he? If he’s succumbed to corruption, why are other black magicians attacking him?” Baek Yoosul wondered aloud.

“Unfortunately, black magicians are no different from humans,” he answered himself with a wry tone.

“How so?” Scarlett asked, intrigued.

“They’re politically divided. Toa Legron must represent a faction that opposes these attackers.”

A Ray of Hope

“Toa Legron will die there. There’s nothing we can do,” Rudric admitted bitterly.

Even Scarlett, once a magical force to be reckoned with, was helpless in her current weakened state.

“Not entirely,” Baek Yoosul said, producing a small, glowing box from his cloak.

Inside was the Green Core, a divine artifact brimming with pure mana.

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“This artifact contains unparalleled restorative magic from the Twelve Moon Saints. If we can amplify its power, we might be able to overwrite this disaster with white mana.”

Scarlett and Rudric exchanged skeptical glances.

“This Green Core belonged to the Elf King of Flowered Grove,” Scarlett noted. “We’re thousands of kilometers away from him, and the spatial distortions in this area make teleportation nearly impossible.”

“Do we have a choice? We need to try,” Baek Yoosul insisted.

Rudric muttered under his breath, calculating mana flow and spatial interference.

“Best case? A day. Worst case? Three days to break through the distortion. It’s worse than I thought.”

“A day? By then, this entire region—and perhaps nearby nations—could be destroyed. Can’t we go faster?”

“I’ll try,” Rudric replied, perspiring as he began drawing more mana into his hands.

Surprisingly, Scarlett spoke up with an alternative.

“Baek Yoosul, does the Green Core have to be used by the Flowered Elf King?”

“I... I’m not sure. In the game, it was always him who used it.”

Scarlett looked thoughtful, her gaze fixed on the lightning-filled sky.

“I once saw someone else use a sacred artifact—someone blessed by the Twelve Moon Saints.”

Her finger pointed toward the horizon. Following her gesture, Baek Yoosul’s eyes widened as he spotted a massive fleet of airships approaching.

At the forefront was a heavily armed °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Adolevit airship, accompanied by three carriers, twelve escorts, and twenty battlecraft.

Baek Yoosul stared at the imposing fleet.

“Adolevit...?”

“Yes. And if she’s aboard,” Scarlett murmured, “this might just work.”

“You mean Hong Biyeon?”

Baek Yoosul glanced at the Green Core in his hands. Its serene energy seemed incompatible with Hong Biyeon’s fiery nature.

But there was no time to hesitate.

“Rudric, can you get us onto that fleet?”

“It won’t be easy, but yes.”

Baek Yoosul and Scarlett exchanged a determined look.

“Let’s go.”

A flash of light enveloped the trio as they vanished from the cursed canyon, heading straight for the Adolevit fleet and the fiery princess aboard.