I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 415

Cheoncheong Haeowol’s colossal act of summoning the massive whirlpool in the human realm was being observed from a distance, from another dimension.

Jarig Ilwol, appearing as a nine-year-old child, couldn’t help but wonder.

“How did he manage to use that ability?”

The powers of the Twelve Shinsunmoons often triggered catastrophic events, but only under specific conditions—typically instigated by mages themselves. Never had the Shinsunmoons independently and intentionally unleashed such devastation. Jarig Ilwol was confident in this fact.

Yet, the enormous whirlpool in the Eastern Seas defied that understanding.

It had been conjured solely by Cheoncheong Haeowol’s power.

‘...He must have granted himself the authority to do so. Hmph, there’s no doubt about it.’

She glanced toward Hoegong Sibiwol. He wasn’t physically present in this place, but somewhere else, using his unique ability, The Gaze Upon Worlds, to monitor events.

Hoegong Sibiwol was peculiar, even among the Shinsunmoons. Unlike most, whose powers required strict conditions to activate, he was one of the rare exceptions who could wield his abilities freely.

Cheonhwang Jeongpalwol shared a similar trait, but that woman was so weak and incompetent that Jarig Ilwol found her embarrassing to associate with the Shinsunmoons.

‘Hah, teasing that useless woman used to be my favorite pastime. It’s been dull without her.’

Though Jarig Ilwol boasted the greatest offensive power among the Shinsunmoons, she wasn’t necessarily the strongest overall. That wounded her pride, so she had spent her time mocking the weakest of them, Cheonhwang Jeongpalwol, to boost her own self-esteem.

But recently, Hoegong Sibiwol had shared a startling revelation.

When Dahong Chuguwol questioned why they hadn’t pursued Cheonhwang Jeongpalwol after her escape, Hoegong Sibiwol had replied:

“...She escaped my authority. I didn’t foresee it happening.”

It was true.

Cheonhwang Jeongpalwol had broken free from Hoegong Sibiwol’s power, something thought impossible.

Though the details of their interaction remained unclear, the fact that Hoegong Sibiwol had acknowledged her escape and let her go was shocking.

In essence, he had no way to bring her back.

Crunch!

The thought made Jarig Ilwol grind her teeth in frustration.

‘That useless woman...’

Jarig Ilwol could hardly fathom it. Not only had Cheonhwang Jeongpalwol defied Hoegong Sibiwol, but she had escaped entirely. Most likely, she was now reveling in newfound freedom, protected under Baek Yuseol’s wing.

“Ahem.”

Jarig Ilwol cleared her throat, hoping to catch Hoegong Sibiwol’s attention. They were alone, so the gesture was an overt request for conversation. However, Hoegong Sibiwol ignored her completely.

“Hey.”

Finally, she broke the silence, prompting him to turn his head.

Despite his commanding nature, Hoegong Sibiwol didn’t outright dismiss the other Shinsunmoons.

“That Baek Yuseol keeps interfering in your plans, right? I get that he’s important for some reason... but why not just find him and kill him already?”

“...I see your point.”

Hoegong Sibiwol nodded thoughtfully. Jarig Ilwol’s chest swelled with pride, thinking her suggestion had merit.

‘Wait, does that mean I’m a genius? Did I just come up with something no one else, not even Hoegong Sibiwol, thought of?!’

...Of course, that wasn’t the case.

“It’s a valid idea. From a Shinsunmoon’s perspective, it would seem logical.”

“Y-Yeah, right? It makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“However... Jarig Ilwol.”

Hoegong Sibiwol fixed his gray eyes on her violet ones. His gaze was unsettling, almost oppressive.

“There’s something you don’t know.”

“What don’t I know?”

“It’s time you learned. Though you might have suspected, I cannot kill Baek Yuseol.”

“What?!”

That was the last thing she expected.

“What do you mean you can’t kill him?”

How could there be someone Hoegong Sibiwol, master of all spatial realms, couldn’t eliminate?

“Why not? You’re a Shinsunmoon who controls the very fabric of space. That kid can only blink a few meters at a time...”

“Do you really think that’s all there is to it?”

“...Huh?”

She had never questioned it before.

Baek Yuseol’s ability, as far as she knew, was limited to short-range teleportation. That seemed to be the extent of his power.

“It... it couldn’t be more than that, right? I mean, if he hasn’t shown any other abilities, it’s probably because he doesn’t know how to use them, right? He doesn’t realize his potential.”

Her reasoning was plausible and nearly accurate, but Hoegong Sibiwol shook his head.

“No. That’s not it. Baek Yuseol knows exactly what he’s capable of. Otherwise, his actions wouldn’t make sense.”

“His actions? Oh, you mean the way he keeps getting in our way? I guess it is odd for a single human boy to be able to disrupt the path of the Shinsunmoons. So that’s why...”

“Indeed. There are three reasons I cannot kill Baek Yuseol. One of them... is the ‘affinity’ of his power.”

“Affinity...”

Was there such a thing as an affinity that could counteract spatial powers? It was a concept she had never heard of. But if Hoegong Sibiwol said so, there was no reason to doubt it.

For the first time, she noticed a hint of weariness on his face.

“Hmm... Affinity. I don’t really get it.”

“Baek Yuseol’s ability isn’t merely about short-distance teleportation. It’s broader and more expansive...”

“Wait, is this because of Eunse Sibilwol’s blessing?”

If there was any force that could counteract spatial powers, it had to be time. Jarig Ilwol’s guess seemed logical, but Hoegong Sibiwol paused, gazing at her.

“Uh... If I offended you, I’m sorry!”

“No, it’s not that. Your assumption isn’t entirely wrong.”

Not entirely wrong. But not entirely right, either.

‘So that Baek Yuseol guy... does he have something else going on?’

Jarig Ilwol’s mind spiraled, unable to piece together the full picture. Unfortunately, Hoegong Sibiwol closed his mouth, signaling the end of the conversation. He had no intention of explaining further.

‘Ugh! What’s going on? Seriously!’

As she chewed her nails in frustration, Hoegong Sibiwol resumed gazing into the void, observing the events unfolding in the Eastern Seas through his unique ability.

‘Hmph! I’ll see for myself!’

Jarig Ilwol leapt up and stormed out, determined to witness whatever Cheoncheong Haeowol was orchestrating with her own eyes.

What greeted her as she stepped into the Eastern Seas was...

“...Huh?”

For some reason, the massive whirlpool was growing even larger, swirling more violently than ever before.

***

It was as though it had been waiting.

The moment the Yongoreum Ascension carrying Eijel arrived, the colossal whirlpool began to expand violently, churning with an unnatural intensity.

The whirlpool seemed almost alive, as if it had a will of its own, screaming to the world:

"Behold, people of the world, young and old! Eijel Morph has arrived before you! Witness her choice!"

Even the clouds above mirrored the chaos below, swirling into a dome over the whirlpool. It looked as though a massive black bowl had been placed atop the ocean’s turmoil.

And then—shhhhhhhh!—rain began to pour in thick, relentless sheets.

It wasn’t an ordinary rainstorm; everyone understood that. The waves surged violently, and the whirlpool no longer seemed willing to wait for humans to act. Thunder and lightning didn’t strike, but the wind alone forced airships to retreat. Only the heaviest and most fortified ships managed to maintain their distance.

Eijel stood on the deck, staring at the monstrous whirlpool.

It felt as though half the world had been swallowed by the spiraling waters.

Here, in this place...

"So, I have to die."

Inside the whirlpool were tens of thousands of brave sailors, still alive, still clinging to hope for rescue.

And Eijel? What was she compared to them?

Was she righteous? Had she lived a life of selfless deeds?

She hadn’t.

She was the daughter of a man branded a traitor, and her life so far had been spent selfishly, trying to erase her father’s disgrace.

She had never once done anything truly good for the world.

Wouldn’t it be better for the world if she died and the others lived?

"Snap out of it!"

Lost in her despair, Eijel flinched at Hong Biyeon’s sharp voice.

"Your death is not what Baek Yuseol would want."

Eijel let out a bitter laugh.

"Even if Baek Yuseol doesn’t want it... the whole world does."

Her life had always been about earning the world’s acknowledgment, erasing the stain of her father’s name. But if she survived here—if she clung to life somehow—would she ever achieve that recognition?

No. Never.

If she chose her life over theirs, she would forever be remembered as the woman who drowned tens of thousands to save herself.

The name Morph would no longer carry the stain of betrayal, but would that truly be a victory?

But... what if?

If she sacrificed herself here, perhaps the world would finally remember her name—her family’s name—with respect.

"I’m going."

"Eijel!"

This time, it was Flame who shouted after her, but Eijel’s resolve didn’t waver.

"I’m sorry. There’s no time for goodbyes."

"Wait—listen to me!"

Flame tried to stop her, but Eijel had already spread her icy wings, launching herself into the sky.

As she ascended, the dark clouds parted, and sunlight bathed her in its glow.

It was almost magical.

This, too, was Cheoncheong Haeowol’s design. The moment Eijel resolved herself, he ensured the world bore witness. Her sacrifice was to be seen as both mystical and noble, an act beyond reproach.

Everyone present, from reporters to soldiers, watched the radiant blue light of Eijel’s flight.

A lone girl soaring into the darkness, leaving a trail of azure brilliance behind her.

"We... we have to stop her...!"

Flame tried to follow, spreading her wings of light, but at that moment, the storm intensified, battering the Yongoreum Ascension.

It was as if the storm itself sought to hinder Flame’s pursuit.

"...The Shinsunmoon is pulling no punches, it seems."

With a wave of his hand, Admiral Halisveil dispelled the storm, the winds and rain parting like a curtain. But Flame could only watch, paralyzed, as Eijel flew further and further away.

"...How ruthless."

Halisveil muttered bitterly, gazing at Eijel’s retreating figure.

It felt like staring at the end of the world.

The dark clouds consumed the sky, and the towering walls of water resembled a fortress.

A single girl flew toward the vortex at the center of it all, a sight so grand it seemed like a masterpiece of art.

Yet no one could find beauty in the scene.

Because now...

Eijel was about to be offered as a sacrifice to the Shinsunmoon.

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"Ugh! What is this... mana?!"

As Eijel approached the whirlpool, the sea began to glow a brilliant blue. Admiral Halisveil, sharp as ever, realized this was another of Cheoncheong Haeowol’s displays. But most people, unable to comprehend the truth, were simply mesmerized.

"The whirlpool..."

"It’s glowing... blue."

The overwhelming spectacle of the Shinsunmoon’s power left the crowd awestruck.

"Come, sacrifice. Your death will be pure... and beautiful."

A voice echoed from the whirlpool as countless tendrils of water reached toward Eijel. The crowd held their breath.

Eijel Morph, once hailed as a prodigy destined to become the greatest archmage, had faced a life marked by hardship.

The child of a traitor, she had fought her way into Stella Academy, proving her worth time and again.

She should have had a radiant future.

But here, at this moment, that brilliant trajectory was coming to an end.

As the world watched, transfixed, the whirlpool began its final act.

And then—FLASH!

A bolt of light pierced the clouds, striking Eijel.

A brilliant, sharp blue light, as if it sought to cleave the world in half.

"Wha... what is that?"

What happened next was beyond anyone’s comprehension.