I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 319

*Fwoosh, Boom Boom Boom!!*

The explosion of flames resounded loudly.

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"That crazy woman!"

Flame shouted irritably.

"Hey, follow me, quickly!"

Trailing behind her were about seventy students, those she'd gathered while following Hong Biyeon.

**Disaster Protocol Rule #1:**

*If things go sideways, gather as many people as you can!*

She knew that if she could control a group, this was the best possible approach.

"This way!"

Eisel created a massive ice barrier, over which the students climbed, sliding down like a slide to get across.

Originally, Flame had intended to follow directly behind Hong Biyeon, but stopping to rescue isolated students along the way had delayed her significantly.

But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

In fact, it could even be seen as fortunate.

Hong Biyeon had fought off wraiths and carefully navigated around their territory, providing a safe path that acted as a guide for Flame to lead this group to safety.

"This is reckless. Going towards that flame..."

"Right, it's dangerous."

"Suicidal, even."

Some students complained as Flame moved toward the flames. Understandably, they worried that the bright magic would attract every wraith in the vicinity.

"So, you’re saying we should run?"

"It's not about running."

The one who responded was Serang, a member of the “Blossom Trio.” He had been following her around with annoying persistence, and he spoke in a calm voice.

"We’re just... taking a detour to avoid unnecessary danger."

"A detour?"

"Flame, you’re the leader of this group. You need to act responsibly."

Some students, both elves and humans, nodded in agreement with Serang. Flame scoffed.

"Oh, so you think I didn't consider taking detours? Every time I rushed in to save you, did it feel safe? It wasn’t, was it? Serang, what were you doing when I saved you?"

"I was fighting a wraith."

"No, you were getting beat up. If it hadn’t been for me, you’d be dead. You know that, don’t you?"

She turned to another student, "And you—I risked my life to pull you out from under that rock. That means nothing?"

Each of these students had been saved by Flame or Eisel, with both of them risking their lives. Flame had saved them not just for herself, but because she felt it was the right thing to do.

"And it’s the same now. I’m just doing for you all what I’ve been doing all along."

"The situation is different this time. Flame, think rationally."

"I’m always rational."

"Your heart burns too hot. Anyone would say this is a suicide mission."

Serang took a step closer to her, speaking with a gentle smile.

"We’re almost at the shelter. The professors are closing in on the wraiths from behind. If we gather here and wait, our safety is guaranteed."

"Flame, you’ve done enough. You’ve saved so many students. You’re amazing; we see humans in a new light because of you."

Flame smiled brightly and nodded.

"Right, I am amazing. Cool and fiery all at once."

"Good, so you’ve made up your mind."

As Serang extended his hand to her, she swatted it away with a slap.

"Yeah, I have. Now, get lost. Take your disgusting Blossom Trio buddies with you."

"...What?"

"Disappointing, Serang. I thought you were a decent guy, but this is all you’re capable of? Were you serious when you tried to charm me?"

"T-that was real!"

He spoke hastily.

"If you tell me to leave, I will. But don’t belittle my feelings. I told you—I didn’t feel this way at first, but eventually, it became real."

"...Oh, how sad."

She smiled, but her eyes remained cold. The darkness in her expression was something Serang had never seen before, and he instinctively took a step back.

"Someone like you could never win my heart."

"I’m just trying to calculate what’s best for all of us. There’s no better choice."

"That kind of calculation is why you’ll never have more than what you do now."

She turned and started to walk away. Eisel followed, and one by one, the other students who had been looking at Serang also began to follow Flame.

The fiery display continued to blaze brightly, and as Flame walked toward it, her back appeared larger than life. Serang couldn’t bring himself to reach out to her, but he mustered the courage to shout after her.

"Tell me! What is this “more” you’re talking about? I don’t understand!"

Flame paused, turning her head slightly as she tapped her temple with her finger.

"When it comes to saving people, don’t bother calculating. Coward."

With a tone that hinted at someone she was thinking of, Flame left him behind. Serang stood alone, staring at her receding figure, still unable to grasp her words.

* * *

Since the founding of the First Wizard, Aether Continent had seen countless wars over a thousand years.

Conflicts ranged from interspecies wars to disputes between countries, religions, and tribes.

Among these countless battles, the most destructive and meaningless were the “Third Wars of the Dead.”

Three hundred years ago, when necromancers wielded terrifying power across the land...

Without the Holy Nation’s Turn Undead spells, the necromancers nearly ruled the world.

Their terrifying ability to convert entire armies into their undead slaves left every race in terror. The fallen enemy would rise again as undead, while the living grew exhausted and despondent, losing both courage and will to fight.

To fight alongside comrades, only to see them decay into corpses that turned against you, would break anyone’s spirit.

**Crunch!**

The World Tree’s roots surrounded the sky, forming a vast green net that gathered sunlight and released it in concentrated beams. It was a spell of the highest level.

Normally, this spell targeted a single enemy, but Blossom dispersed it into thousands of threads.

With immense concentration, she controlled each thread. A single misstep, and it could harm innocent civilians.

*Hold on...!*

Reflecting sunlight through intricate refraction calculations, Blossom struggled to maintain focus as her brain nearly short-circuited from the strain.

With blood trickling down her lip from biting too hard, Blossom’s persistence paid off.

“Oh...oh...”

“Look, light from the heavens...!!”

Thousands of beams rained down like a shower, striking wraiths throughout the sanctuary and wiping them out.

Each beam held the power of a 7th-class spell, causing the elves to fall to their knees and pray to the World Tree.

"Please, run away! Save yourselves!"

But Blossom only felt frustration. She had cast a grand spell to give the civilians time to escape, yet they stayed and prayed.

The guardians of the city should have been leading the people to safety, but most had fled. Blossom had no choice but to try reaching out to the World Tree once more.

It was a kind of telepathy.

It wasn’t a message, just a powerful urge conveyed to every elf with roots in the World Tree.

*Rise up.*

*Run.*

*The Mother of All Life will protect you.*

*Believe.*

"Ah...!"

Her vision blurred as her body shook with exhaustion. But she couldn’t let go of the spell—if she did, disaster would follow.

"Haa, haa..."

After successfully completing the telepathic message, Blossom slumped to the ground, struggling to steady her breath. This magic had bought them some time.

Using her staff to prop herself up, she tried to rise. Her mental strength was depleted, and she needed meditation to restore her mana if she wanted to be ready for the next wave.

"This should hold... for now."

She recalled Baek Yuseol’s words before he left.

*“I’m going inside Damgaltwoil.”*

How shocked she’d been, hearing that.

To enter the body of the Twelve Moons themselves?

*“Is it impossible? No, it’s not. Did you see how Damgaltwoil’s mouth is structured? That’s the entrance. I could enter through its eye too, but it’s just a hollow shell with holes shaped like facial features.”*

She hadn’t been questioning his method, but Baek Yuseol only grinned at her disbelief.

When faced with the impossible, people dealt with fear in different ways. For Baek Yuseol, it was a shrug and a smile.

It had always been that way.

"By now..."

She raised her gaze, wiping the cold sweat from her brow. From the top of the White Castle, the view was stunning.

With an enhanced view from here, looking toward the Land of the Dead Giants was effortless.

And then...

"What...?"

She saw something that defied belief.

It looked like a person, with one face, two arms, and two legs. Its body was colored a muddy brown, resembling clay. It moved its legs, slowly approaching the sanctuary.

But there was one difference from a human.

It was tall enough to reach the clouds.

...

The ground trembled with each step it took. Even the World Tree, which absorbed most seismic shockwaves, couldn’t contain the vibrations from each step.

"What...what happened...?"

What about Baek Yuseol’s plan?

And Eltman’s seal?

In a thousand years of history, nothing like this had ever happened.

Why was Damgaltwoil standing on two legs, walking toward them?

*Grrrrrrooooaaar...!!*

As it opened its hollow eyes and mouth, an eerie sound reverberated, scattering the clouds above in a ring.

Finally, she remembered.

*Among all giants, there was one towering above the rest.*

*The ruler of the giants, sovereign of the earth.*

*Twelve Moons, Damgaltwoil.*

Blossom collapsed, frozen in despair.

They hadn’t even managed to defeat the Golem of Iron, which bore Damgaltwoil’s blessing. If that massive creature reached them...

The World Tree, along with everything it symbolized, would be uprooted and erased from existence.