The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Chapter 140 – God Of The Game (6)

Yoo Eunchae calmly exhaled.

‘How strong am I right now?’

She needed an objective perspective.

High Realm.

And Supreme Realm. She was on the boundary between the two.

But her abilities did not merely stay at that level.

She had overwhelming knowledge that could be trusted in this world.

And she had the power to change her traits, which she had received as a special privilege.

The Ten Thousand Forms.

It was her unique privilege called by that name.

Among the High Realm, there was no one who could handle her.

That was certain.

However, once she crossed into the Supreme Realm, monsters began to exist.

Old monsters who hadn’t shown themselves for hundreds of years.

Three fairy race candidates whose ideologies were dyed red, referring to the fairy race.

Besides them, there were many other monsters.

The rotten one called the Dragon King.

The problem was that most of them were sure to come in this situation.

‘The tomb of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.’

That was a fake.

Those who sought to create chaos made this lowly and extremely dangerous object.

Most of the High Realm and Supreme Realm.

It was a dangerous place created by those who sought to devour them.

The Demons.

Someone who wanted to act as a Demon King in the Demon Realm.

He had set a trap.

And most of them would rush there and die.

Blood Disaster.

A literal blood disaster would occur.

As the power of all forces declined, the demons would begin to dominate in earnest.

If it could not be stopped and the demons continued to run rampant, the boundary would collapse first.

No one would prioritize their own life to save others.

They would all flee from the boundary.

And when the demons burst forth as if in a rampage.

The Demon Kings would descend in earnest.

Each with proper form and power.

Their own territory.

And they would bring all the demons under their command.

So it shall be.

Soon, that being would descend.

The Demon God.

The father of all Demon Kings.

And the beginning and end of all demons.

The moment that being descended, everything would end.

However.

If it was Han Seojin, it might be different.

‘God of Magic.’

That was what they called him.

White hair turned completely gray.

She remembered Han Seojin’s appearance.

The Insect Dragon King.

It had its original power, with something more added to it.

But it was easily killed.

Perhaps, it might have reached the Demon God.

‘However, it seems it can’t be used freely.’

Moreover, she had heard there was a permanent loss.

But the usual method for Manifestations of Thoughts was in moments of life-and-death crises.

Manifestations of Thoughts.

The ultimate technique of the Life-Saving Grass.

It was natural.

The more one’s manifestation was exposed, the more one’s weaknesses were known to all.

Therefore, there were more unknown individuals with Manifestations of Thoughts in this world than known ones.

Some added power to their attacks, some created impregnable fortresses, and some produced domains that devour entire spaces.

In that regard, Han Seojin’s Manifestations of Thoughts was extremely unique.

Summoning his past selves.

And he still had one more power left.

The power that was shown when he killed White-Faced Golden Fur.

Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

‘At the very least, he can handle one demon king alone.’

Thus, this bloodshed was important.

Countless Supreme Realm and High Realm individuals would gather.

She needed to strike them all from behind and seize the advantage.

However, that was an extremely difficult task.

But.

This time, she was confident.

Because the one who created that tomb specialized in ‘games.’

The demon king who handled information.

The Demon King modified the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor’s tomb to his liking.

It wasn’t enough to rely solely on brute strength.

No, it was possible.

If one was at the level of Han Seojin.

But someone like her was necessary.

She was the only one who could clear the entire dungeon.

‘I’ve done nothing but mediocre work so far.’

It had been like that until now.

But this dungeon would be different.

Yu Eunchae steeled her resolve.

Arriving in Jiangxi was a quick affair.

The distance wasn’t much to begin with, and it was an airplane made with magical engineering.

On top of that, using a helicopter made the arrival quick.

Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor… In other words, I arrived in front of my dungeon.

The place was teeming with an enormous crowd.

“It’s bustling.”

“They say this dungeon is somewhat unique.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s a dungeon that opens at a specific time, so everyone is waiting like that.”

At Shin Yura’s explanation, the Emperor whistled and looked at the tomb.

“That’s an enormous crowd. Most of them are martial artists, but I can see some wizards and clerics from India and the U.S. too. Wow, even those heavy-bottomed guys showed up.”

“Heavy-bottomed guys?”

“Look over there.”

The Emperor pointed in one direction.

A handsome blonde man was standing in armor.

“There’s a guy who goes around bragging about his High Realm.”

“Bragging at that level?”

He looked ordinary.

Of course, it was said that those of the High Realm couldn’t come across as ordinary.

‘Nothing particularly outstanding.’

The exceptional ones were different from birth.

You can tell just by looking. But this guy doesn’t show any of that.

‘Just an ordinary guy.’

He lost interest in the man and looked around.

There wasn’t anyone particularly eye-catching.

Although their realms were high, there wasn’t anyone who gave off a different feeling…

While scanning the area, someone who gave off a peculiar vibe caught my eye.

A man.

He was staring at me with upright eyes.

He had black hair and was a middle-aged man. He was wearing full plate mail and holding a helmet at his side.

He had a mustache, and his blue eyes were looking at me.

“The Black Prince.”

“The Black Prince?”

“He’s quite a famous swordsman in England. He’s also considered a candidate for the next Round Table.”

“What’s the Round Table?”

“It’s a title given by the European Union for true knights… though you probably wouldn’t understand.”

“What’s so special about being a knight?”

“Honestly, it doesn’t mean much. I’m more interested in martial arts than the chivalry those knights follow.”

The emperor looked at me.

“Above all, it’s the power you chose, so there’s a guarantee it will go well.”

A belief so strong it was almost embarrassing.

That was what the emperor felt.

“Your true intention?”

“The guy who caused such a ruckus in the palace with just one magic spell went to the martial arts world and caused an even bigger ruckus.”

“…Divine Thunderbolt is still my life-and-death technique.”

“Well, you did spend 50 years learning magic to master it properly. If there was something better, I might have cried.”

“…”

“Isn’t that right?”

“Time can be quite cruel… Once I thought it was everything, but I realized the place I am in is smaller than I thought…”

“At this age…”

The emperor made a ridiculous face, then quickly returned to a serious expression.

I stared at one place.

A guy called the Black Prince.

There was someone who crushed his momentum in an instant.

‘Didn’t they say the Green Forest King was the weakest?’

Sea King.

And the King of Fighters.

They said those two were half a step above the Green Forest King.

Especially in the case of the Sea King, they emphasized that if the sea was involved, he was an opponent you should never face.

A long-haired blue fairy appeared.

The tips of his ears were pointed. He was at least 170cm tall. But the outfit was a problem.

‘A swimsuit?’

Was it a leotard? Anyway, he was wearing a swimsuit.

And he had a murderous intent.

That murderous intent was directed at the Green Forest King.

“Hiccup.”

The Green Forest King hiccuped and hid behind me.

Was she a child?

As I glanced at the Green Forest King with an absurd expression, the newly arrived fairy approached me.

“Our foolish friend has caused you quite a bit of trouble, hasn’t she?”

“Well, she did commit a major rudeness.”

“…I am called the Sea King. My name is Joo Heonyeong.”

The Sea King, who introduced himself as Joo Heonyeong, bowed his head to me.

“Thank you for showing mercy and sparing her… She was originally fine, but she changed after reading some strange books from the human world.”

“They are not strange books! Hitler’s Mein Kampf and the Communist Manifesto are not strange books!!”

“…”

They were indeed strange books.

“Well, I did show mercy.”

I stepped forward with a slight smile.

“However, there is a bit of a problem.”

“……What kind of problem?”

“The Green Forest King tarnished the empire’s reputation.”

“…I apologize for that.”

“If apologies were enough, the world would be a very easy place, wouldn’t it?”

“…”

Joo Heonyeong’s face grew a bit sour.

I spoke with a smile.

“Well, shall we discuss this matter later?”

I stared at one side.

There were those who dared to be wary of this side.

The one called the Black Prince, barely in the High Realm.

They were there too.

I saw a woman who had put effort into hiding and disguising herself.

Yoo Eunchae.

As expected, she was here too.

Ding.

A text message arrived on my phone.

It was from Yoo Eunchae.

-Why are you here, professor?

-Work.

-Why are the Green Forest King and Sea King here too?

-Work.

-You’re with the Green Forest King and Sea King because of work?

-By the way, what’s in this dungeon?

-Quite a lot. This dungeon is managed by the Demon King, so just having strength isn’t enough.

-It sounds like you’re saying I’m just strong.

-Professor, you’re smart too, but the theme of this dungeon is a game.

I stopped texting with Yoo Eunchae.

The theme of the dungeon was a game?

“Hmm, come to think of it, they said this world is a game.”

-What kind of game?

-It’s a game. Not one from this world.

-So what’s the genre?

-It’s an AOS.

I paused for a moment at Yoon Chae’s words.

A game not from this world, and it was an AOS game?

-The GM is quite strong, but since I’m here, we’ll manage somehow.

-How strong is the GM?

-He’s weaker than me but knows all the OP characters and items, so he’s tricky.

-If he’s weaker than you, isn’t it easy?

-I almost blasphemed against the gods in that game, you know?

-Is that so.

There was nothing more to say.

Because the dungeon was starting to show strange signs.

Then the ones ahead entered the dungeon.

All of them looked strong.

“Shall we get going soon…?”

Step, step.

Just as we were about to leave, a few people waiting at the entrance blocked our way.

“From now on, entry is restricted beyond this point.”

“…Ah.”

So, to prevent any unforeseen events while raiding my tomb, they did that.

‘Not bad.’

But to do that, we should have passed through first.

“Heh, hehe… And Han Seojin and your companions, as well as the Sea King and the Emperor’s party, can just proceed.”

“….”

I looked at the man.

A man smiling obsequiously. He doesn’t seem like the one in charge.

‘He specifically mentioned me, the Sea King, and the Emperor.’

It had the distinct feel of a sycophant.

In other words, he’s quick-witted.

I looked around.

The guy who said he’d take control earlier was sweating.

His face was pale. Probably didn’t notice us.

‘Well, that’s why they tried to stop us.’

Eyes were quite focused on us.

The Supreme Realm ones had all entered.

Some High Realm ones remained. The rest were just riffraff.

There was no need for me to step in.

‘Game.’

The theme of this dungeon.

And the one who intervened here was a demon.

‘In that case, shall I set the stage a bit?’

The more people, the better.

Because the more people there were, the more confused the one trying to control this place would become.

At that moment, I’ll take advantage of the confusion to take down the one who set this stage.

“Control, you say….”

“Th-that is…”

“I really hate that word.”

I grabbed the head of the one who spoke of control at the forefront.

I bore no particular grudge.

If they didn’t desire chaos, I would have obediently followed the control.

I slammed the head of the leader into the ground.

Boom!

His head was buried, and his body went limp.

He wouldn’t die. Unless there’s someone here with a grudge who stabbed a dagger into his heart.

“Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

We went inside.

[The theme of the dungeon is a game.]
Hoo…

I read through the explanation.

And my eyes began to gleam more and more.

‘This…….’

Did they say it would be a bit tight for Yoo Eunchae to catch up with the GM’s score with her skills?

I slowly started to loosen up my body.

‘I will definitely get first place…….’

The score was important. But it seemed like it wouldn’t matter.

‘I don’t know who this GM guy is.’

They would regret creating this game.

They seemed to have some confidence in themselves.

I reigned supreme in this game under the name of god.