I Became the Only Non-mage in the Academy

Chapter 256: The Black God

The sword gleamed white.

Instinctively.

I realized it was dangerous.

Fwaaah!

A white radiance burst forth from the sword. It shone brilliantly, like hope illuminating the dark world.

And spring began.

Cherry blossoms scattered. Green grass grew on the hill, and flowers of various colors started to bloom.

It felt as if, after a harsh winter, life had just begun to sprout.

A sudden transformation had been triggered.

It started to melt the authority of the Black Sun.

I realized instinctively that it was imbued with the most fatal force against entities from beyond. The land, once ruled by the Black Sun, was being “restored” to its original state.

‘This is dangerous.’

The thought came simultaneously with a chilling sensation. My back was drenched.

And at that moment, my perspective “lowered.”

‘What?’

I caught sight of my body. Towering at 2 meters with a robust frame, adorned with tentacles expressing reverence for the dazzlingly beautiful Black Sun.

The realization struck as I saw myself.

My neck was severed.

Hitler felt it.

From a distance, he saw the man clad in white radiance.

No, the Savior.

Thud.

The sound of something rolling echoed.

Hitler swiftly ducked his head.

It was thanks to the eyes granted by the supreme being he worshiped.

A glimpse into the future. The power of foresight.

Slash─.

The sound of something being severed, and he felt part of the radiance behind him being cut away.

Impressive.

Indeed, he thought it was fitting for his adversary.

Hitler acknowledged it.

Rumble.

The form of the Sun transformed. The grotesque figure of a Sun made of tentacles scattered, reformed, and intertwined again.

It took on the shape of wings.

Lee Seo-ha gazed at it.

What should he do?

Slice it down.

That was certain.

But what would be effective against it?

The power of the Colossal Dragon.

And the Black Flame infused with the Energy of Defying Heaven.

He assessed.

‘I’ve decided.’

He lifted the Sword of Seasons.

The energy of Defying Heaven and the Black Flame surged, forming blade energy, then sword strength.

The light of destruction.

It was compressed. A transcendent blade technique once wielded by the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint’s was white, but Lee Seo-ha’s transcendent blade had a different hue.

A dark one.

It bore the essence of the abyss—a black blade energy emerged.

‘The Black God Sword.’

He layered the Black God Sword over it.

A sword energy resembling the abyss shrouded the Sword of Seasons.

Wooooong!!

The sword vibrated as if it might shatter. The overwhelming energy of Defying Heaven wrapped the abyss.

‘Not bad.’

For now, it was bearable.

Unlike before.

He raised the sword.

The sword’s resonance reflected Lee Seo-ha’s will.

Swish──.

The sound of waves echoed. Everyone present felt it. An impossible sound was heard.

Hitler fixed his gaze on it.

‘Truly.’

What a preposterous being.

The masked man, Lee Seo-ha, always wielded unexpected powers.

Explosive growth.

No, was it even right to call that growth?

There had been many stronger than Lee Seo-ha.

There had been many who seemed more talented.

Yet Lee Seo-ha mocked them all, growing at an incomprehensible speed.

As though reclaiming a lost power.

Or evolving like a living creature.

That was why.

He considered him his true rival.

He alone, and no one else, believed he could stop him.

Swish──.

The sound of waves resonated.

The Black Sun responded to him.

Among inferior species, there were always a few worthwhile individuals.

Humanity was plentiful.

A species whose fertility and potential surpassed most others. Among them, those of “high rank” wielded the authority of severance—blade energy.

It began to layer upon itself.

No, should it even be called blade energy?

It was like gazing into the abyss. That deep black blade energy piled up, forming waves.

Koooo!!

Evil Dragon Fafnir was the first to respond. Fafnir spread its wings wide.

The corrupted dragon, fallen into darkness.

Fafnir, the dragon of division, had become the apostle of a god.

As an apostle of a foreign god, it had gained much and lost much.

Dragons, guardians of the intermediate realm, do not receive penalties like other gods or apostles.

But Fafnir did. While its core power grew stronger, the power it could currently wield was diminished.

And it had lost its intellect.

It lost the Dragon Language and magic. Its breath’s authority, however, became more potent.

It opened its maw.

A powerful vitality began to gather. The Black Sun granted power to Fafnir.

Fafnir’s magic of division, which destroys everything, fused with the vitality of life.

It clashed with Destruction of the Sea, which had devastated entire continents.

Destruction of the Sea was dismantled. The authority of division could divide anything. Even with minimal power, it could divide itself infinitely. This was how it created dragon slayers like Siegfried and Sigurd.

Although a mistake on its part, most dragons feared this authority.

Even so, this was nothing extraordinary. Shaking off its fear, Fafnir unleashed its breath.

The Sea of Destruction was divided.

And divided again.

The Destruction of the Sea.

It grew even larger.

A single tidal wave divided into dozens, then hundreds. It became a manifestation of destruction that could end the world.

“What…?”

Kim Seo-hyun stared at it.

The incarnation of martial arts could not comprehend it. It was different from Black God Martial Arts. It was on a much higher level—akin to the martial art that the being hidden within herself had once shown.

She saw a blade energy that seemed impossible to ever understand.

Hitler thought.

That was dangerous.

Evil Dragon Fafnir and the Black Goat were appetizers. In this battle, where he and the Savior would stake everything, those were indeed mere appetizers.

But they were not opponents to be defeated with a single blow.

His legions, which would appear alongside the apostles, were waiting.

“Come, my legions!”

He summoned his legions, which were supposed to be summoned alongside the apostles.

That was dangerous. Before the apostles were summoned, it had the power to annihilate everything present. Dividing and dividing endlessly, its power was unfathomable.

Like the infinite vitality bestowed by the Black Sun.

It harbored infinite destructive power.

-!$@%#^&#!&&!

Drip.

From Hitler’s eyes, mouth, and nose, black blood dripped. His lifespan, which could have lasted ten thousand years, was halved. Merely from “listening” to the story.

Yet Hitler could laugh.

“I shall give you power.”

For he had received the response of his god.

The Priest of the Black Sun.

It greatly strengthened the connection to the god.

All gods had priests.

It was a power to protect themselves from the laws of creation.

Like threads.

Black threads descended from the sky and embedded themselves in Hitler’s head.

Gurgle.

As they wriggled, Hitler’s body filled with tentacles.

A life force, infinitely benevolent to demonic beings, descended into his body, laden with death.

He grew larger.

His body expanded, towering as if it would touch the heavens, evoking instinctive revulsion.

Parts of him resembled a camel, others a lion, and yet others had the form of a child.

It appeared in an incomprehensible, repulsive shape.

Death descended.

Immediately afterward, beings that filled the sky appeared.

Like angels.

Not holy angels, but entities whose every part was made of tentacles, taking on the forms of angels.

Wings of tentacles, halos of tentacles atop their heads.

And descending death.

They empowered the legions filling the horizon.

-Khaha, Khahahaha! This is the power of the great Black Sun!

I caught my breath.

The destruction was successful.

The power of the division dragon, Fafnir, had exceeded expectations, consuming more energy than anticipated.

‘Not bad.’

I shifted my gaze.

I looked at Hitler, the Priest of the Black Sun.

It no longer resembled a human form.

Its face was that of a child, but below it was a grotesque mass of countless writhing tentacles.

Like an octopus.

Endless tentacles sprouted infinitely.

“Ugh…”

I heard someone dry heaving.

I didn’t blame them. Just looking at it eroded one’s mental strength. The fact that dry heaving was the extent of it proved that everyone here was highly trained.

“Merlin.”

“No.”

“The Holy Sword must be used.”

The King of Knights stepped forward.

The Holy Sword radiated a brilliant golden light.

If the Sword of Seasons had the power to restore from corruption…

The Holy Sword, Excalibur, had the power to banish corruption.

“How bothersome.”

“We need to subdue it with the authority of Yggdrasil’s Garden and Excalibur, not banishment.”

“…Because of the apostle?”

“Yes. King of Knights, you must calm down for now. I’ve told you repeatedly—Excalibur protects the wielder’s mind, but it’s not absolute.”

“…Understood.”

“So, Savior, do you have anything to add to this plan?”

“Anything to add?”

Merlin looked at me, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

I did have something. I had wanted to save it for a more desperate moment.

‘Or perhaps this is the right moment.’

The angels made of tentacles filled the sky.

The demon cavalry filled the horizon.

And high above, the Priest of the Black Sun, empowered with apostle-level strength.

“There is.”

As I said that, I gathered my strength.

I awakened the blood that slumbered within me.

I needed focus to wield this unfamiliar power.

-Savior.

It spoke to me.

-What a pity. Honestly, I wanted to fight you properly.

The Priest of the Black Sun spoke in a regretful tone.

-I’ve studied you. Most things matched up, but you’re too dangerous. I’ve grasped your nature, but your potential is unpredictable.

The Priest of the Black Sun said this.

-So die here. Don’t worry, Savior. I’ll drown all of humanity on this earth along with you.

I twisted my lips into a smirk.

Seeing its smug demeanor irritated me.

I set my will.

As if declaring to the world.

It distorted the mana around me.

With will alone, I spoke. That will became a force that forcibly drew in mana.

Dragon’s Language.

The language of dragons manifested in the world.

Clang!

A lance of light pierced the sky.

A sword, its shadow flickering, embedded itself into the ground.

Light and shadow expanded.

In this land of utter darkness, where even a sliver of spring had taken root.

It was filled with light and darkness.

“Phew. You, you used it later than I expected. What, didn’t you want to see me, your noona?”

“Perfect timing. The disgrace of the dragons is sprawled over there.”

Light and shadow enveloped the world.