I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 357

After successfully restoring the mind of Goldsteel Seven Moons, Kkot Seorin relayed the news to the Dwarven King.

"So it’s true?"

Goldsteel Eightfold studied Kkot Seorin with disbelief, but after a moment, he accepted her words and immediately issued an order to his subordinates.

"Summon Duamri."

Duamri, the king’s trusted advisor and skilled diplomat, was quickly brought in. Together, they headed to meet Goldsteel Seven Moons.

Upon seeing the ancestor for the first time in days, they noticed an unmistakable change. The golden eyes of the Twelve Moons now gleamed with wisdom and calm, putting Goldsteel Eightfold’s mind at ease.

"He has truly returned," he thought.

How had such a thing been possible? What magic had Kkot Seorin performed? Questions surged through his mind, but he held them back and bowed respectfully to the ancestor.

"I greet you, honored forefather."

"It is good to see you again. I understand... I have shown you an unsightly side of myself recently."

"You could never disgrace yourself, forefather. We will always serve you."

"Such loyalty is appreciated."

"If I may..." Goldsteel Eightfold raised his head cautiously, meeting the golden eyes of the Twelve Moons. "What exactly happened to you?"

Goldsteel Eightfold had his suspicions. He knew that whatever had befallen the mighty ancestor was no natural phenomenon. Someone or something had interfered, but the Twelve Moons were beyond the reach of ordinary magic.

Manipulating the emotions of a being like this seemed impossible.

"Celestial Yellow Eight Moons..."

Duamri’s voice broke the silence.

"What do you mean?" Goldsteel Eightfold asked.

Duamri explained, "It refers to one of the Twelve Moons, entirely unknown to the world. Sealed by the founding magician immediately after its creation, it has no recorded history and no followers."

"A Twelve Moon I’ve never heard of..." Goldsteel Eightfold mused.

"What is this Moon’s ability?" Kkot Seorin asked.

Duamri shook his head. "I don’t know the specifics."

Goldsteel Seven Moons spoke instead.

"She manipulates emotions. When it comes to desires, her power is unparalleled."

"Manipulating emotions?"

Kkot Seorin immediately thought of Yeonhongchun Samwol, the Moon responsible for stabilizing emotions.

"But there’s already a Moon for emotions. Why would there be another?"

"Their powers are different. Yeonhongchun Samwol provides a shield, protecting emotions from external manipulation. Celestial Yellow Eight Moons, however, shatters minds like a blade, breaking them apart and remolding them to her will."

"That’s..."

"It happened two centuries ago... or perhaps it was just recently," Goldsteel Seven Moons said, his voice trailing off.

Kkot Seorin and Goldsteel Eightfold exchanged confused looks.

"I met her for the first time then. We exchanged a few words."

"What was she like?" Duamri asked eagerly.

"She harbored dangerous ideas. Among us, she was the only one with ambition. She desired the world itself."

"That’s impossible..."

The Twelve Moons were meant to live free from worldly desires, their ambitions removed by the founding magician. But it seemed this one Moon had escaped that control.

"Before she left, she said she would help me understand her."

For the two centuries since that meeting, Goldsteel Seven Moons had been consumed by greed, transforming into a tyrant who tormented the dwarves.

"The terrifying part is that I didn’t even realize it. She ensnared me before I could detect her influence."

"The realm of emotions and the mind... even a mighty Moon is vulnerable," Kkot Seorin said softly.

"Exactly."

Duamri, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up.

"But why hasn’t she acted openly? With such a power, she could have taken over the world by now."

"I don’t know," Goldsteel Seven Moons admitted.

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"Perhaps the founding magician imposed restrictions on her," Duamri suggested.

"Restrictions?"

"Yes. If her desires couldn’t be removed, perhaps she was limited in movement or influence. Maybe she cannot leave certain areas freely."

"That’s possible," Goldsteel Seven Moons said, "but when she visited me, it was her true self."

"Then perhaps her power isn’t limitless," Duamri continued. "What if the number of minds she can control at once is limited?"

Goldsteel Eightfold narrowed his eyes.

"Interesting. Go on."

"If she can only control a limited number of people, she might focus on high-ranking individuals, using them to extend her reach."

Goldsteel Seven Moons nodded.

"That seems plausible."

"And lastly..." Duamri paused for effect. "It’s possible she’s been active all along, hiding behind influential figures while waiting for the right moment to act."

If that were true, she could already be pulling strings in the highest circles.

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Kkot Seorin frowned.

"Who could she be controlling?"

"The Queen of Adolevit?"

"The Emperor of Skalben?"

"Perhaps the principal of Stella Academy?"

"Or the Tower Master of the Full Moon Tower?"

Any one of these individuals could fall victim to her influence, with catastrophic consequences.

"If you could control one person in the world to achieve dominance, who would it be?" Duamri asked Goldsteel Eightfold.

"The Emperor of Skalben," he replied. "Their military strength is unmatched."

"And you, Kkot Seorin?"

"I would choose the Principal of Stella Academy. Their influence is unparalleled in magical circles."

Duamri nodded.

"My answer is different. If I were her, I’d target someone with hidden power and freedom of movement. Someone like the Archduke of Frostwind Mountains, the Admiral of the Rising Wave Fleet, or the Tower Master of the Desert."

---

As they debated, Goldsteel Eightfold had an idea.

"What if we leave this to Baek Yuseol?"

"Baek Yuseol?" Kkot Seorin echoed.

"Yes. If we can’t figure this out ourselves, he might be able to. If anyone can see what we cannot, it’s him."

Kkot Seorin smiled.

"That works perfectly. I already needed to call him here to give him a gift."

"A gift?"

"Yes," she said, her smile brightening. "A personal one, from me."

Goldsteel Eightfold chuckled.

"That boy truly is blessed."

For the Elven King to prepare a personal gift—such a thing was rare indeed.

Far to the east, beneath the vast ocean hundreds of kilometers away from the Aether continent, lay the fabled depths of the Alamanka Trench.

The trench, ruled by the Sea King Alamanka, was a region of legend, designated as an "absolute forbidden zone" after the land sank into the sea centuries ago.

Stories claimed that humans who ventured here would face the endless terror of the deep, sinking into oblivion. But these were merely myths. The true reason this place was forbidden was none other than the presence of the Twelve Moon, *Scarlet Abyss Two Moons*.

"So, still no news," a voice muttered.

On the beach of a nameless island within the trench, a red-haired man lounged on the sand. Sunglasses perched on his nose, he basked under the blazing sun.

"Shouldn’t they have come by now?"

This man was none other than *Scarlet Abyss Two Moons*, one of the Twelve Moons.

Some time ago, he had visited Hong Biyeon, his would-be bride, and placed a "blessing" on her heart.

The blessing, when near him, was just that—a gift of great power. But when apart, it became something else entirely: a curse that he could no longer control.

As he thought back to the last time he had seen Baek Yuseol and Hong Biyeon, his annoyance grew.

He remembered the way they had looked at each other, their mutual affection clear in their gazes. It was infuriating—but also, oddly, amusing.

He wanted nothing more than to see Baek Yuseol’s expression twist with despair as he brought Hong Biyeon here, knowing it was the only way to save her.

He could have forced the issue then, overpowering Baek Yuseol and taking Hong Biyeon by force. But he hadn’t. He had chosen to wait.

If Baek Yuseol were to deliver Hong Biyeon himself, it would be a moment of pure, delicious anguish—one Scarlet Abyss Two Moons would savor for eternity.

But now...

"Why haven’t I heard anything?"

He tapped his fingers on the sand, frustration bubbling up.

If Baek Yuseol had started moving, word should have reached him by now.

Yet the boy remained at school, unmoving.

To make matters worse, the curse on Hong Biyeon had shown no progress.

The flames within her heart should have drawn her closer to him, overwhelming her with an irresistible pull. But instead, nothing was happening.

"What the hell is going on?"

It was impossible for a human to undo his blessing. The thought alone was absurd.

"I need to figure this out," he muttered.

Just then, a powerful wind tore through the beach.

The sand swirled violently as a gray distortion appeared in the air.

With a sharp crack, the space split open, and a man with gray hair stepped through.

"Gray Void Ten Moons... Why now, of all times?" Scarlet Abyss Two Moons grumbled.

Gray Void Ten Moons spoke in a cold, emotionless tone, his words devoid of inflection.

"Purple Lightning One Moon has agreed to cooperate."

"Wow, really? So, is everyone ready?"

"Not yet. We are to gather immediately. Prepare to move."

Scarlet Abyss Two Moons raised an eyebrow.

"Wait, I thought the Twelve Moons were never supposed to gather. Isn’t that against the rules?"

Gray Void Ten Moons offered no proper explanation.

"It doesn’t matter."

With that, he disappeared back into the gray void from which he had emerged.

Scarlet Abyss Two Moons clicked his tongue, annoyance etched on his face.

"Tch. What’s going on in this world?"

He barely had enough energy to deal with his so-called bride, and now this.

Still, he couldn’t refuse. He had already agreed to support Gray Void Ten Moons’ plan.

"Well, not like I’d even be able to roam the surface freely without his help..."

Grumbling, Scarlet Abyss Two Moons cast a glance at the blazing sun overhead before stepping into the gray void.