I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 365
A thousand years of life.
For a being like Crimson Abyssal Flames, such an immense span of time felt both monumental and mundane. Yet, for the first time in those millennia, he felt something deeply unfamiliar—discomfort.
What was happening?
Was this some kind of cruel joke? A divine prank?
If it were punishment for living complacently, then surely this game had gone too far. If not, then he might just incinerate the human standing before him, soul and all.
"How amusing."
Facing Baek Yuseol, who held a sword that glimmered like moonlight, Crimson Abyssal Flames let out a bitter laugh.
"Even if I’ve been lax, I never thought I’d see the day a mere human brat would dare mock me."
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The Twelve Moons were not mere beings—they were legends, myths, religion, and history combined. They were revered as the pinnacles of existence in the world of Aether.
Mortals trembled in awe at the mere mention of their names. Even the slightest gesture from one of the Twelve Moons carried profound significance.
"Ah, yes," he sneered. "There have been a few, like you. Insane humans who thought they could challenge the heavens."
Such cases were rare but not unheard of. They called themselves heroes or villains—those who believed their exceptional strength or talent granted them the right to challenge the Twelve Moons.
But what became of them?
"I burned them all to ashes."
Great individuals who might have changed history, who might have risen to become the greatest heroes of their age, left no mark. Crimson Abyssal Flames had erased their existence entirely.
That was the price for their insolence.
"Just like them, Baek Yuseol, you will be forgotten."
Of all those he had faced, Baek Yuseol was the most peculiar. Even Crimson Abyssal Flames could sense that much.
This was a human who had caught the attention of Return to Silver Moon himself.
But so what?
At the end of the day, he was just another human.
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"Do you know what happens to arrogant fools like you?"
He laughed.
"Give it a decade—no, five years. You’ll be hailed as the greatest magician. Perhaps even a hero."
His voice turned cold.
"I was willing to let you leave with your life, maybe even allow history to remember you. But now..."
The air around him ignited.
"My patience has run out."
*Whoosh!*
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Flames roared as the chains binding Hong Biyeon rattled and lifted her high into the air.
Above them, five massive, interconnected structures spiraled together, forming an altar of crimson fire.
At the center of the altar, a golden chalice encased in chains held Hong Biyeon’s suspended body.
Crimson Abyssal Flames swept back his fiery hair, the blaze dimming as dark waves surged, swallowing the space whole.
The landscape transformed into a vast, impossible realm: **The Abyssal Sea of Alalmancha.**
The scale was overwhelming.
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Enormous, gravity-defying structures floated in every direction, dwarfing even Stella Academy. Waterfalls cascaded from impossible angles—some flowing upward, others spiraling sideways or crisscrossing in midair.
At the center, the streams converged upon the altar, igniting an azure flame within the chalice.
"Ahh..."
The flame brushed against Hong Biyeon’s skin, eliciting a pained groan.
"This world is your mental landscape, born from your subconscious. But it’s also my domain, shaped by my will."
His voice reverberated coldly as he gazed down at Baek Yuseol.
"No human could ever create something like this."
He smirked triumphantly at his creation—an entire city constructed in the mind’s eye.
"Human..."
Even as he spoke, Baek Yuseol didn’t look his way. His attention remained fixed on Hong Biyeon.
"You think you can match this?"
Still no response.
Finally, Crimson Abyssal Flames snapped, his roar accompanied by a blast of fire.
"SHOW ME YOUR POWER!"
*Boom!*
A massive fireball tore through the abyss, forming into a colossal crimson skull. It loomed menacingly, its gaping maw spilling fire across the realm.
Its immense form rivaled the World Tree’s roots, its fiery presence overwhelming. The skull unleashed a beam of red energy, splitting the ocean and cleaving through the very foundation of the mental world.
The blast left a massive rift in its wake, but...
"...Where is he?"
No sensation of destruction reached him.
Turning his gaze, he saw Baek Yuseol—untouched, standing with his shimmering blade raised high.
"I may not be able to create worlds," Baek Yuseol said, his voice calm.
‘Move!’
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Sensing imminent danger, Crimson Abyssal Flames leapt back, his enormous body surprisingly agile.
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Where he had just stood, Baek Yuseol’s sword descended. The blade’s strike bisected countless towering spires, severing them cleanly before they collapsed into the void.
"...How?"
This wasn’t supposed to be possible.
In the mental world, abilities should reflect one’s real-world limits. Even beings who had lost their powers couldn’t reclaim them here.
And yet, Baek Yuseol—just a fledgling mortal—was wielding a strength that defied logic.
"I’m grateful," Baek Yuseol said, stepping closer. "You’ve given me the perfect stage to kill you."
His movements were deliberate, his tone resolute.
Crimson Abyssal Flames felt something unsettling creep over him—a sense of inevitability.
‘Slow.’
Baek Yuseol’s swing seemed slow, almost leisurely. Yet the weight of it bore down on him, like a meteor plummeting from the heavens.
‘Heavy.’
The strike wasn’t something he could endure.
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Desperately, Crimson Abyssal Flames conjured a burning orb the size of a small star, hurling it toward Baek Yuseol.
It was a futile gesture.
Baek Yuseol’s blade cut cleanly through the orb, splitting Crimson Abyssal Flames’ massive form in two.
But the fight wasn’t over.
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The two halves of his body reassembled, regenerating instantly.
He retaliated with a flurry of strikes, launching flaming projectiles and creating fiery barriers.
Yet Baek Yuseol was everywhere and nowhere, his form flickering like an ethereal wraith.
Each swing of his sword dismembered Crimson Abyssal Flames further—arms, legs, ribs—all were sliced away, only to regenerate moments later.
The once-proud Moon found himself reduced to a frantic, cornered beast.
‘This is...’
No, it couldn’t be.
Baek Yuseol was playing with him. If he wanted to, he could have ended it with the first strike.
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"JUST END IT ALREADY!"
Crimson Abyssal Flames roared, unleashing a massive inferno that spread across the realm.
"As a warrior, as a mage, grant me the honor of a noble death!"
"Who said anything about honor?"
Baek Yuseol’s voice, laced with venom, echoed through the burning landscape.
"You thought you could piss me off and get a clean death out of it?"
His smirk carried a malice deeper than Crimson Abyssal Flames’ flames.
"I don’t think so."
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For the first time in his thousand years, Crimson Abyssal Flames trembled.
A realization washed over him like a tidal wave.
This wasn’t a battle.
This was a punishment.
"Please... I was wrong," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
"Oh?"
Baek Yuseol tilted his head mockingly.
"What exactly did you do wrong?"
"...I..."
Crimson Abyssal Flames hesitated.
"Take your time," Baek Yuseol said, raising his sword again.
"You’ve got all night."
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And for the first time in a millennium, Crimson Abyssal Flames knew what it meant to fear the passing of time.
