I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The magical storm continued to grow larger.

If one were capable of discernment, they would never want to step foot into this battlefield.@@novelbin@@

However, Hong Yeon-jun had no choice but to enter. With a grimace on his face, he drew his sword.

"Tool, move forward."

"Ugh, damn it."

The expressions of those who had to follow Hong Yeon-jun were even more dismal.

"Are you seriously going in? Can’t you see what happened to the others? If we go in, we're dead."

"Does it look like I want to go?"

"Ugh."

They complained, but in the end, the tools could not go against their master.

Reluctantly, they stood up, their bodies in tatters, almost like ragdolls.

• Screeek...

That moment came. The storm pushed forward.

It was an illusion. A more expansive slash of the "Cut" passed them by and targeted the approaching monsters from all sides.

Was it open?

That wasn’t the intention. This was a trap. A web was set so they couldn’t escape.

A web that made it incredibly difficult to move freely, both inside and out.

But regardless, this was exactly what he had hoped for.

Even the monsters that might be at Tier 4 were torn apart by the storm, and they turned their heads in horror.

Finally, their vision cleared, and the one who maintained the slash was revealed.

In this hell full of blood and flesh, their radiant form stood out.

"Hah..."

It was often said that roses have thorns to protect their beauty, wasn’t it?

As if recognizing that, Daera couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat as she gazed upon the figure behind that beautiful exterior.

From the back, two pairs of translucent arms formed a symbol of power, and whenever the six wings fluttered, a high-level spell capable of toppling a castle was unleashed.

The circuits, rising like branches of a tree, mechanically dominated the space, maintaining the magical storm.

It was a true killing machine. A form specialized in tearing, breaking, and killing.

Even those who had become accustomed to slaughter with their weapons grew weary.

• Boom!

But one presence seemed satisfied by this turn of events. Hong Yeon-jun chuckled and stepped forward.

"...The roles have reversed. Now, we're the rats in this trap."

Just moments ago, they had pushed them into a sudden trap, but now they had become the ones crawling into the wizard's attack.

In a self-deprecating tone, Hong Yeon-jun spoke, to which Ihayul simply nodded, his face cold.

• Screeek...

• "Sajo, I’m sorry, but could you handle them? I’ll assist you."

• "Thank you."

• "I’ll keep supplying magic, so don’t worry about it."

• Zzzzz!

• Whoooosh!

• KWAANG!

• Whooosh!

• KWAANG!

• Krk, kkkk...!
  [Injury pain]

• Whoosh!

• Boom!

• Whoosh!

• Krk, kkkrk…!
  [Injury pain]

• Whoosh!