I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The 10th round and the Warden of the Purgatory Tower incarnated into a vessel.

Both situations were equally dangerous, but the Warden still lacked the certainty that he could eliminate the main body.

On the other hand, the 10th round had manifested permanently. There could be no catastrophe by allowing it to be released into the outside world.

This must be finished here.

Thanks to Hong Jinseon’s intervention, I was able to focus on the 10th round.

‘Still, I can’t waste time.’

The full strength of the Warden was still unknown.

Especially the Purgatory flames, which were more savage and ferocious than the flame I wielded. Even though I was the head of the flame, it was still extremely dangerous.

I had to finish off the 10th round as soon as possible and help Hong Jinseon.

• Sajer

I flapped my wings and headed toward Daera.

Her gaze, which had been pouring lightning without touching the blood sea, turned toward me. Her blue eyes scanned my condition before lowering.

Daera's expression twisted into a cruel grimace. Her trembling lips boiled with fury.

“You, why the hell is your arm like that?!”@@novelbin@@

Her gaze was fixed on my right arm. The flame was still burning, and horrific scars were beginning to show where it had burned through.

The situation had worsened since earlier. The flame’s restrictions were lifted, and with the Purgatory flames fluttering in the air, there was no stopping it.

[It’s fine. I’ll recover later.]

Honestly, I didn’t know. My right arm, which had exploded earlier after using the Three Elements, had healed and grown back before.

“No matter how much you say you’ll recover…!”

[I'm sorry. But we have to solve this first.]

I shook off my right arm, which was slowly losing its sensation. Daera, without a word, turned her gaze away.

The flame and lightning continued to pour out, narrowing the range, but the blood sea also expanded, engaging in a fierce tug-of-war.

At the center of the blood sea, the 10th round, unable to break free from the earlier attack, gripped his own head and moaned in pain.

“…Is that related to you?”

Daera’s eyes were fixed on the 10th round’s bloodied, contorted face.

And his face… was somewhat similar to someone else’s.

[Yes, he’s someone I know. I have to deal with him. So, Sajer, I’m sorry, but I need your help.]

Daera, whose voice was filled with urgency, remained silent, her lips pressed tight.

We’d only known each other for a little over ten days.

• Bang!

• Crash!

• Grrr...

• Thud, thud...

• Whoosh... Grrr...

• Whoosh...!

• Whoosh...!