I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 332

Flame despised three things more than death itself:

1. Overly oily men who felt like guzzling a barrel of grease.

2. Apple pizza.

3. The skill *Angelic Descent.*

Unlike other abilities from the original romantic fantasy novel, *Angelic Descent* was a unique skill exclusive to Flame. The original novel only mentioned one angel—a being trapped in the heavens, unable to descend to the mortal realm. No other character could access such a technique, making it rare and incredibly powerful.

But for Flame, the skill was unbearably embarrassing.

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As radiant platinum wings unfolded behind her, spanning over three meters, luminous feathers scattered in the air, drawing all attention. Her silver hair extended to her waist, glistening under the moonlight as torrents of mana cascaded from above, enveloping her.

This immense power temporarily elevated Flame to the capabilities of a near-6-class mage, a monumental leap for her. But even with this overwhelming strength, there was one reason she avoided using *Angelic Descent.*

*“This is humiliating.”*

Her modified Stella coat disappeared into a spatial rift, leaving her clad in a glowing white dress provided by the angels. Hovering over the brightly lit city, she felt like a walking advertisement shouting, *“Look at me! I’m flying with wings!”*

For someone who hated being the center of attention, this situation was nauseating. Yet with a 7-risk dark mage like Kaena in play, she had no room to care about her pride.

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Flame drew her bowstring in the air, forming a glowing arrow from shards of aurora-like light.

Kaena’s first weakness: **Light.**

As a shadow manipulator, Kaena was naturally vulnerable to light. While this might seem obvious, mages capable of wielding light magic during the dead of night were exceedingly rare.

In this moment, Flame was likely the only counter to Kaena present.

*“Flame, we’ll pull the bowstring for you when you’re ready!”*

*“Just aim carefully!”*

Nodding silently, Flame took aim at the figure she presumed to be Kaena. However, as she prepared to release the arrow—

*Rumble!*

The building shook violently, cracks spreading across its walls. Releasing the arrow in such a state might bring the entire structure down.

“Damn it...” she muttered, lowering her bow. Approaching Kaena directly was suicidal, and firing from a distance risked a collapse.

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Caught in this dilemma, Flame suddenly noticed blue lines of mana spreading across the building, stabilizing its structure.

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The straight lines of a *Synthesis Array,* unlike the curved lines of typical magic circles, were unmistakable.

Flame’s eyes widened. “Alterisha...”

Only someone like Alterisha could deploy such a massive synthesis array so quickly.

The array worked wonders. Steel pillars replaced the broken ones, while collapsed walls were reinforced with stronger materials. Metal rods sprouted along the building’s tilted sections, holding it upright.

Though hastily done, it was enough to keep the structure standing.

“Now!” Flame shouted. “Fire!”

*“Got it!”*

Invisible hands guided her bowstring, their warmth reassuring despite her distaste for their touch.

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*Thrum!*

The arrow of light streaked through the air, leaving a golden trail before piercing the building and striking Kaena directly in the chest. A brilliant explosion of light burst outward, illuminating the night.

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*“Did we get her?”*

“Don’t jinx it,” Flame snapped, her expression grim.

Even without the angels’ annoying commentary, she knew Kaena wouldn’t go down so easily. However, the arrow had clearly weakened her, evident from the sluggish movements as Kaena stumbled back, withdrawing the arrow from her chest.

As Kaena merged into the shadows, Stella Knights immediately struck the ground with their staves, releasing mana to counter her movements.

A distorted, inhuman shriek echoed through the building as Kaena reappeared, her movements more erratic than ever.

Flame watched as the knights spread out, capitalizing on the building’s layout to flank her effectively.

*“They’re incredible...”*

The Stella Knights demonstrated their mastery, systematically pressuring Kaena without hesitation.

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**Flame’s Second Shot**

Summoning another arrow of light, Flame matched her timing with the knights’ attacks. However, Kaena was ready this time, deploying barriers to block the attack.

“Still, it’s having an effect...” Flame muttered.

Using her enhanced vision, she scanned for Baek Yuseol but couldn’t spot him. Instead, her eyes caught a distortion on the top floor—an area filled with an unusual flow of mana.

Her instincts screamed that Baek Yuseol was there.

“I’ll have to get him myself.”

*“Flame, that’s too dangerous!”* the angels warned.

“No one else can do it. Alterisha’s too busy stabilizing the building, and the doctors can’t carry him down from the top floor. If I don’t do it, who will?”

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As Flame approached the rooftop, the angels’ warning echoed in her mind.

*“Something feels off... The dark mage’s presence is much lower in the building. Why do we feel something different here?”*

Just as she paused to make sense of the warning—

*Whoosh!*

A massive shadowy hand emerged, engulfing her in its grip.

“Ugh—!”

Flame struggled as the hand squeezed her, her ribs threatening to crack under the pressure. The angels’ power bolstered her wings, but their assistance was limited against the overwhelming force of the shadow magic.

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**Unexpected Salvation**

Just as Flame braced herself to detonate her wings in a last-ditch effort, a blazing sword of fire descended from above, slicing through the shadow’s grip.

Freed, Flame flew upward, her eyes darting toward her savior—a familiar figure.

“Hong Biyeon?”

Standing amidst the chaos, Hong Biyeon radiated a fiery aura. Wings of flame adorned her back, a burning sword in her hand, and fiery boots on her feet. Her previously silver hair now shimmered with streaks of crimson.

“...Royal magic,” Biyeon said, her voice calm yet tinged with irritation. “I don’t like using it, but you’re making too much noise.”

“You can use royal magic?!” Flame exclaimed, startled.

Hong Biyeon gave a small nod. “I gained the right of succession and learned it properly.”

Flame’s mind reeled. The implications were clear—Biyeon must have solidified her royal lineage during the summer incident with Baek Yuseol.

“Fine,” Flame muttered. “Since you’re here, this will go a lot smoother.”

“I’m not here to help you,” Biyeon retorted. “You’re helping me.”

“Sure, whatever you say, princess.”

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Together, they descended toward the building, their combined power ready to face Kaena and the shadows.

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**Meanwhile**

Across from the embattled hotel, on a rooftop bathed in moonlight, Mayuseong stood facing a man shrouded in darkness.

*“You can’t interfere, Your Highness,”* the man said, his voice mocking.

“Who says?” Mayuseong replied coldly.

The man grinned. *“Even a beast requires its master. The leader of Wolyeonggyo has no interest in your interference.”*

“Then tell your leader to voice their complaints directly.”

The man chuckled. *“Such human sentiments. Have you been swayed by mortal emotions, Your Highness?”*

Ignoring the taunt, Mayuseong turned his focus inward. He could feel the rhythmic pulse of Baek Yuseol’s heart from afar—strong and steady, signaling his imminent awakening.

“That’s enough.”

Drawing his staff, Mayuseong locked eyes with the dark figure. “You’re done here.”

*“Oh? You think you can handle me? You, who reject the full power of dark magic?”*

“I don’t need it to deal with you.”

Mayuseong’s crimson eyes gleamed with resolve. “Let’s finish this.”