Episode 127: The Training Angel (5)
An angel who lives today.
Somehow, the word death, meaning death, would be more appropriate than angel. But let’s not go into details.
‘But I’m an angel… … .’
The important thing right now is that the referee says something like this, meaning that he is exhausted.
Although the body is fine,
The referee, nothing else, was fine.
The boy who barely crawled out of the classroom 0 lost strength from his legs as if a building was collapsing and collapsed.
And fell asleep.
And one being who looked at such a boy.
“This is a supplementary class for students with excellent grades, in other words… … .”
It was a monster with black hair that was so black that it looked as if it was absorbing light, and teeth that were too white in comparison.
“Is it self-defense training?”
The being’s name was Tintalos.
Tintalos looked at the boy who had fallen, and continued talking as if he was in trouble.
“By the way, the barrier was so tight, I couldn’t see what the hell this boy was doing inside… … .”
What if you tell your master that the barrier is too strong to figure out what the referee did? Then the owner must be… … .
‘Worried and annoyed, and I’ll just think about it all night long.’
Of course, it wasn’t a bad thing as his talent and his own power as a warlock grew stronger every time his dark thoughts increased.
However, for Tintalos, who had to deal with Soya’s complaints immediately, it could not but be an embarrassment.
“Cree… … .”
Tintalos growled a little when he saw the boy, bit the boy and ran out of the basement of the faculty building.
‘Actually, I want to throw it away, but… … .’
The weather is getting colder. If a boy is left behind in such weather, his owner will not stop complaining.
A big punishment will fall.
Therefore, Tintalus, the strongest in the dark world and a monster capable of fighting even the Four Heavenly Kings if he exerts all his potential, had no choice but to search for a warm place to save the referee like a loyal dog.
* * *
A warm place was nearby.
The classroom 0 is an institution installed in the basement of the faculty building, and of course, the professor building exists above the classroom 0.
And the professor building was warm and comfortable like a place where people live.
The professors could not hide their astonishment as they looked at the referee brought by Tintalos.
“Hopefully, I should have already passed the self-defense training.”
“Awesome.”
“… Referee.”
After exhaling such admiration once, I looked at the black dog exuding a terrifying aura.
“Are you Soya’s workhorse?”
“It seems that little boy really likes the referee.”
“… Angels and humans? It’s a love that will never come true.”
When Tintalos put the referee down without saying a word, the professors immediately rushed to check the referee’s condition.
“There is nothing wrong with the body.”
The first to speak was Saint Rebecca.
Rebecca’s expression darkened and there was a slight frown. As if looking at the referee was somehow uncomfortable.
“But mana is completely depleted. All the signs of spiritual vitality are weak.”
The next person to speak was Mage Professor Klein.
“The pulse is also irregular. Do you need to stabilize this quickly?”
The last thing he spoke was the god of war, Rusa.
Hearing all the reports, Jinho Park nodded.
“Bring it up.”
So the referee fell asleep in a bedroom in the faculty building. It felt a bit like a waste of space for the little boy to occupy the entire king-size bed, but it didn’t seem strange because there were a lot of people watching him.
Because luxury is natural for a beloved child.
Six hours passed like that, and the professors who were watching take turns with other professors. In particular, Hexy gave up class and decided to watch the referee, so there was a problem… … .
After 12 hours, the referee flinched.
The professors standing at this time were Jinho Park, Merrill, and Klein.
The closed eyes slowly floated up, and the referee let out a voice that was half-moaned.
“School, professors?”
“okay. You woke up.”
“The referee.”
“Reference, you are finally awake.”
Professors who welcome themselves. The referee laughed bashfully at the fact that he had someone to greet him.
Meryl bleeds her nose when she sees that angelic smile.
“… … ?”
Even himself couldn’t figure out why he was bleeding. The superman himself bleeds a nosebleed. Why are you bleeding nosebleeds? For a moment, the blood flow turned so rapidly.
Why did the blood flow so rapidly?
that… … .
‘Because that expression is so lovely.’
His face turned red after a short time had passed.
Anyway, while Meryl was embarrassed by her physiology, the other professors checked the referee’s physical condition once again.
Fully restored mana and spiritual vitality due to the barrier hanging in the gallows building, good mental state, good feeling after waking up from a good night’s sleep.
The professors, who checked the referee’s body once more, looked at the boy and smiled.
However, only one professor was not smiling.
Only Rebecca, a saint who hated heaven, looked at the referee with an uncomfortable expression for a moment, then quietly left the seat.
“army. Did you learn a lot?”
The referee confidently answered Park Jin-ho’s question.
“Yes, I learned a lot.”
“Have you also learned to defeat yourself?”
“yes! I also learned to self-deny!”
After gently stroking the referee’s blonde hair with his large hand, Jin-ho Park brought up the topic immediately.
“Tell the professors. What kind of dramatic skills did you acquire?”
Park Jin-ho and Klein’s eyes shone.
Literally twinkling eyes in anticipation of something. The referee couldn’t help but flinched a little when the two older men saw this look.
‘I can feel the great longing and anticipation in your eyes.’
In fact, it had to be. Dramatic technology is literally the power to turn the battlefield upside down. In general, superhuman skills are dealt with in terms of tactics, while dramatic skills are treated from the point of view of a race’s strategy.
In the old days, a blue mage named Drewmark obtained dramatic skills and became a hell for young elves.
‘Professors are the people who protect the world. There is nothing we can do to put the world first.’
The referee understands such expectations,
He muttered, hiding his bitterness.
“Um, my dramatic skills are divided into passive and active, and the passive only makes my special abilities more useful.”
It wasn’t a lie.
The special ability here is the power of heaven. And I didn’t say that passives don’t just make better use of their abilities, they just overwhelmingly enhance their abilities when they’re creative.
“Active is a bit vague to explain.”
“What kind of explanation?”
“Just where do you get to? It is written that way.”
let’s hear it,
Two middle-aged men who have lost a bit of grass.
“Where do you reach? Did you have that kind of dramatic technique?”
“Well, I’ve never heard of it… … .”
Klein asked the referee again.
“Where do you say you’re going?”
“It’s a term I’m hearing for the first time. They call me Ain Sop.”
Ain Soph. A referee with short knowledge was the first term he had ever heard. Although he kindly translated ‘Infinite’ into Korean… … .
‘Yeah, that means Ein Sof is infinite. But what about that? What on earth is the ability to reach infinity?’
The referee had no idea what kind of ability this was.
“Ain Soph?”
“no way… The status window mentions Ein Thorpe.”
But the professors knew what Ein Thorp was. Even the referee could see that Ain Thorpe did not mean simply infinity, seeing the expressions on the astonished faces of the professors who had gone through all the prenatal care.
“Professor, what is Ein Thorpe?”
the referee asked. Klein looked at the referee and answered slowly with a look of disbelief.
“Reference, how much do you know about the status window?”
“Isn’t it a special system that happens to superhumans?”
“Once it is known. But the reality is different.”
Klein continued.
“It doesn’t happen to superhumans, it’s a system that manages superhumans. It is said that it was created by a being who could not see the tyranny of superhumans in the distant past. The name of the being has been forgotten in this age, but there are records of other angels calling him the archangel. And he called the archangel’s dramatic technique Keter.”
“Keter… … ?”
“Yes, Keter. The only authority that touches the absolute truth.”
It was a name the referee had heard somewhere.
An angel with dramatic skills called Keter?
“That Keter, the dramatic technique, was a technique with really insignificant abilities. It was the art of offering prayers directly to a single being. And with that one technology, the supremacy of the ancient superhumans collapsed.”
Klein’s always arrogant voice trembled a little.
“The beings who received the angel’s prayer, the heavens and the abyss, the dark realm, the spirit realm, the ice realm, the salt realm, and the human realm that is located in a high place… … .”
When Klein couldn’t answer,
Park Jin-ho, who was next to him, opened his mouth instead.
“The status window specifies it as Ein Thorpe. The absolute power that created everything we know.”
Park Jin-ho seemed to have regained his composure to a certain extent, and asked the referee kindly.
“Okay, so, referee-kun, what is the name of that dramatic technique?”
The referee’s eyes quickly turned.
Do I have to answer this as it is?
Or should I hide it?
Is there anything good to hide? The professors must have doubted themselves?
Are you sure you won’t be caught lying? If you say you shouldn’t look into your eyes when you’re lying, how can you not look into your eyes now?
“Uh, that’s… … .”
“Okay. I just want to know what Ein Thorpe means.”
What does Ein Thorpe mean?
Is it just that the title of the drama is Ain Sof itself?
The referee muttered in a trembling voice.
“I’m Ain Sop… … .”
“yes? I can’t hear you well. Can you tell me again?”
“It’s just the title Ain Sop.”
Finally, Jinho Park began to show surprise like Klein.
“How is the title of the play Ain Thorpe.”
“Ain Thorpe. Ain Sop!”
“… … ?”
Only the young professor, Merrill, tilts her head.
“I can’t. Come on, let’s try it right away.”
Klein and Park Jin-ho held the referee and headed to a lecture room to the left of the faculty building. The name of that classroom is Class 9.
One of a series of 0-9 classrooms known as classified.
The referee, who was brought in by surprise, had no choice but to ask again what the situation was.
“Professor, where are you?”
“It’s a 9 classroom. The special feature is that we can turn back time with this limited space.”
Can you turn back time?
Why do you need such a classroom?
The referee could immediately understand why.
“Whoa-”
Park Jin-ho, a swordsman who unlocks all of his own spirits. While looking at the referee, Park Jin-ho was showing off his unique studio-style stance.
Without any sign of caring,
as if you are doing your best.
For a moment, the referee could observe Park Jin-ho’s back like a war god with a sword.
Just by simply opening the gimaek, you can create such an illusion. How the heck do you have to build up a certain level of radiance to be able to do this?
The referee got a little scared.
“Referee-kun, try activating Ain Thorpe.”
“But, Professor. I don’t even know what kind of ability this is, do I?”
“Okay. Everything that happens in this classroom can turn back time and make it impossible.”
To be honest, even the referee was curious about Ain Thorpe’s abilities. To be honest, isn’t the explanation too abstract?
Unleash all your powers to the limit, reaching Ein Sof in a single moment… … ? The referee still did not understand the active effect of the dramatic technique.
‘One hundred thousand glances at a glance… … !’
If so, the referee had no choice but to take a stance.
“Then let’s try it.”
“Come. My disciple.”
“And he’s also my disciple.”
The referee put his hands together as if in prayer, and then lifted his heart up as if imitating the time when the referee once spread Keter.
and muttered
“Ain Thorpe.”
The story that follows after that doesn’t matter. After confirming that the three of them had completely lost their consciousness, Class 9 turned back the time in the space by operating the protocol on its own.
And Klein, Jinho Park, and the referee muttered while looking at each other.
“… What happened?”
“The protocol worked. It means all three of us are unconscious.”
“This professor… Lost consciousness? That means… … .”
Park Jin-ho muttered with a look of disbelief.
“Yes, Vice President. I don’t know how they defeated a monster like you… … .”
Klein nodded.
“You are defeated.”