I Became the Only Non-mage in the Academy

Chapter 168: Festival (6)

Himmler stopped all his actions.

He contemplated what to do with the enemy.

A being known to God. Even if it meant sacrificing his own life, it was right to apologize for insulting him.

It was not something someone near the top of the military hierarchy would think. But he was a fanatic who believed in the Black Sun above being a soldier. That fanatical belief allowed him to become a cardinal. A fanatic who didn’t care if he died.

[#%!^#%&]

The language of God descended upon him. His brain turned to mush.

Even a hero with a strong body would die just by hearing the language of God once. The magic of life possessed by the Black Sun. The death aura that Earthlings call delayed his death.

Himmler quietly recalled God’s words.

“You may play.”

Then Himmler discarded all hesitation and rushed at the enemy.

[The Divine Sight has glimpsed the world's underside.]

[The Divine Sight is linked to the special stat Struggle and the conceptual stats Defying Heaven and Alchemy.]

‘Struggle?’

A message that suddenly appeared.

The Divine Sight was linked with special and conceptual stats. I briefly glanced at the message and then looked ahead.

Click.

Himmler aimed a gun at me.

The gun’s shape was peculiar. A strange shape with a handle extended long in a cross form.

As soon as I saw it, I drew out the Black Wing. I moved quickly.

-Do you know about this?

Simultaneously, I heard a clicking sound as something was pulled.

──!

A soundless gunshot arrived at the point where I was moving.

A black hole-like thing constantly moved in front of me.

A space-distorting bullet that ignores space.

A gun that attacks the desired point by distorting space in response to the user’s will.

It was a gun that the Nazis were proud of. Their power was modification. It was characterized by using bullets that could kill high-rank demons in one blow by distorting life.

‘…It’s more dangerous than I thought.’

It was fortunate that I had the Divine Sight on. If not, I might have been hit by this blow.

The problem was that there was no forewarning. I dodged this one time, but he was also a shaman.

-Der heilige Speer des Lebens, das zerstört wird (The Holy Spear of Life, that is destroyed).

He chanted a spell.

Crunch.

Tentacles reminiscent of octopus legs were torn off. They transformed into the shape of spears. There were a hundred of them.

‘Dangerous.’

Each spear contained immense power. If thrown at a decent apartment, it would hold enough power to leave no trace of its shape.

He momentarily shifted his gaze.

His gaze was directed towards the sky in Korea, where a massive amount of mana was flowing.

-I’ve delayed too long. The Emperor has grown stronger.

A voice with a hint of frustration. But still a flat tone.

I frowned.

Himmler in that state was lowered to a tool to execute his god’s command. Himmler in that state was troublesome. He would not be careless and would use any means to achieve God’s goal.

-Die wohlwollende Kraft der schwarzen Sonne (The Benevolent Power of the Black Sun).

When he chanted, tentacles gathered behind him. They formed into a circular shape and wriggled.

The Black Sun worshipped by the Nazis.

That was its form. From a distance, it might look like the sun, but up close, it was nothing but horrifying.

‘Are you ready?’

-Yes, but this is…

‘It’s fine. There’s no other way anyway.’

Eternal Heaven looked at me with worried eyes.

Well, it was natural to worry. But to kill Himmler, it was necessary.

‘Let’s go.’

-Yes.

Eternal Heaven constructed a spell based on the Energy of Defying Heaven I infused. What she did was simple. Creating a barrier.

Simultaneously, I concentrated.

-Calmly.

Black Heaven advised me softly.

Time flowed slowly. The power of alchemy was etched in my mind.

He split the unit of one second into hundreds. In a world where everything slowed down, Himmler was chanting a spell while looking at me.

The hundred spears he created started targeting me.

The black sun that appeared behind him surged. The aura of death condensed to its maximum.

It started to burn as if denying my existence.

I did not deny it.

What I had to do was to bring out my inner imagery.

Himmler’s eyes trembled for a moment.

I smiled deeply. A brief opening. Without hesitation, I opened a world.

A creaking sound was heard as if a door was opening in my imagination.

Manifesting imagery.

It was bringing one’s inner world into reality.

In fact, it was not something that beings at a high rank would usually do.

It was nothing special. When one reached a high rank, they were busy altering the laws of the world to incorporate into themselves.

‘I aimed for this from the beginning.’

Others did not.

No, some did, but most of them reached the intermediate rank and halted all growth.

Rank.

A power that could be obtained by others and the world watching oneself.

As one accumulated their power, the world observed and bestowed a title. Thus, from the high rank and above, titles began to be engraved.

For instance, Puppeteer Seo Ye-bin being called Emperor Seo Ye-bin.

Parasite, Priestess of Kalyana Adolf Hitler, or those who forgot their names and were called by their titles, such as the Seven Evils.

In any case, it was nearly impossible for a high rank to manifest an imagery world.

A huge tidal wave surged. The black sky that covered the heavens could not be manifested.

‘It worked better than I thought.’

Even so, I was satisfied.

This was one of my possibilities.

Having witnessed the end of this world, I knew.

Having just one imagery world was foolish. If talent, luck, and skill followed, one could have multiple.

Though it did not exist in this world yet.

Thinking of Kim Seo-hyun, I looked ahead. I saw the flustered Himmler.

-A sea? No, this is something equivalent to the Black Sun?

Himmler was clearly flustered.

-The Sea of Destruction is something of a perished god? How! How can your imagery manifest this!!!!

Himmler poured out all sorts of negative emotions towards me. Disbelief was embedded in it. Inferiority, greed, and glaring eyes.

-I see. You are a usurper. You can steal the powers of true gods from other worlds. Or perhaps, you have a talent related to that.

Himmler mumbled while glaring at me. The black sun rose again. His power noticeably decreased due to the aftermath of manifesting his imagery and erasing all the spells he created.

‘Only about 30 percent left.’

I walked forward.

The Sea of Destruction responded to my will. The sea that destroys everything creates huge waves.

‘About 2 minutes.’

I calculated the time I could maintain my imagery. Only 2 minutes. No matter how I calculated, it seemed impossible to catch him. However, having opened my imagery, I broke the barrier, hoping someone would come.

‘It would be good if it’s Seo Ga-yeon.’

Even if someone else appeared, they could kill Himmler.

But it would not be a complete death. The Nazi Empire had fought against the world. Despite that, all the renowned generals still existed. It meant the Black Sun could revive them even if others killed the Nazi figures.

There was a price.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to kidnap civilians to make demon soldiers.

Only Seo Ga-yeon could grant them a complete death.

The Sea of Destruction surged. I leaped forward with Black Heaven.

Bang!

Rays of light poured out from the black sun. It was not just one or two. Dozens of rays. Dodging was impossible. They were not mere lines but expanded from lines to planes.

‘Block it.’

The Sea of Destruction responded to my will. The waves surged, creating high tides. The rays filled with the aura of death collided with the waves that destroyed everything.

────────!!

The waves surged. They blocked the aura of death.

I lowered my body and drew the Black Wing. The single wing that sprouted from my shoulder blades gave me mobility.

Bang!

I created a foothold with the Sea of Destruction and leaped with all my strength.

-Foolish. Heilige Flamme der Herrlichkeit“ (Holy Flame of Glory).

Black flames ignited.

They were flames containing the power of life. They appeared as flames but were tentacles forming the flames.

-Master, show him what true black flames are.

“Of course.”

Black flames ignited from Black Heaven.

The Sea of Destruction surrounded Black Heaven. The impure flames, which were like my core, and the water that destroyed everything clashed with the tentacles made of flames.

A shriek resounded from the tentacles made of flames. For a moment, my head throbbed. It was a power that interfered with my mental strength. I concentrated and bolstered my spirit. The shaky power settled down again.

“Move.”

With strong willpower, I commanded, and the Sea of Destruction surged beneath Himmler.

Himmler leaped with all his might. In the sky, he quietly chanted a spell. For a moment, his aura amplified immensely.

-I never expected a mere high-rank existence to manifest imagery like this. Then let me show you a mage’s imagery.

Darkness gathered around him.

Warriors who enjoyed close combat generally took their microcosm as their imagery. They twisted it to erode the world. Creating a battlefield for themselves is the manifestation of warriors’ imagery.

Mages were different.

They did not twist their imagery. They harmonized external and internal forces to use them. Thus, their abilities did not rely solely on their imagery.

This meant they were greatly influenced by their environment.

So mages used their imagery to solidify it. An absolute imagery that was not affected by the environment. If warriors created battlefields, mages created absolute spells.

Of course, this was not an absolute standard.

Depending on individual tendencies, the two could switch. However, Himmler was on the side of creating spells.

-Du bist mein heiliger Gott. Bitte steigen Sie hier ab“ (My holy god, please descend here).

The Sea of Destruction moved.

But it was not in time. The area around Himmler began to turn pitch black. It eroded the imagery. His radius was 5 meters.

-Ridiculous. Normally, this would destroy the entire imagery.

A black light of death that craved life was in the sky. Himmler’s figure was invisible.

Only the black sun that seemed to burn everything appeared.

“Hoo.”

I took a deep breath.

I had predicted this much.

“Solitude.”

A being created by the power of shadows stood beside me.

The magnitude of its power had changed.

It had the form of a knight. It was greatly influenced by the power I possessed.

“The sky without a sun is too dull.”

The Sea of Destruction and Black Heaven.

I looked at Himmler.

Today, I would add a sun to this imagery.

Despite the commotion, the festival continued.

It was a festival to show the resilience of the Korea Hero School. Some informed individuals worried about the news of the Nazis coming, but the transcendents here permitted it, saying it was fine.

And they saw it.

The Emperor’s overwhelming presence. Magic circles floated all over the sky. A being that pressured demons alone. A presence revered not just in Korea, but as the most noble being in the world.

“At that level, isn’t it equal to just before Celestial reached transcendence?”

“Emperor, we need to revise the Emperor’s power rating!”

Ding!

A bell rang. It was a bell commonly heard at school.

However, at the Korea Hero School, there was only one bell worth calling a bell.

“…What?”

Those who were shouting urgently all looked towards the bell. Everyone here knew the effect of that bell. And they knew what it meant.

Ding!

“The Bell of Selection.”

The effect of the bell was simple.

If someone transcended presence in the world, the Bell of Selection would ring.

Its origin was from a great being who brought it when everything was collapsing and saved Korea.

Transcending presence. Its meaning was clear.

“A new high-rank appearance?”

“But doesn’t the bell sound weird?”

Ding!

The bell rang.

It was the third time. The reason the Korean Hero School was famous was that the Bell of Selection resonated worldwide. And three rings meant someone who had been attending this school for a long time had reached a high rank.

Ding!

It was the fourth time.

The noisy ones quietly looked around.

It meant that someone around here had entered a high rank.

Ding!

The bell rang five times.

They did not yet know what it meant.