The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Chapter 137 – God Of The Game (3)

Suddenly, strange rumors began to spread throughout the Empire.

The mages of the Magic Tower.

They gathered quarterly each year.

All the mages of the Magic Tower convened to share their opinions.

A place created for constructive magical discussions.

However, that purpose had deteriorated.

The forum where the mages of the Magic Tower gathered for discussions had now turned into a competition of who achieved greater results.

At some point, it became about who could recover more of the ‘First Purple Tower Master’s’ legacy.

And currently, the one achieving the greatest results in that field was…

‘None other than me.’

After the death of the First Purple Tower Master, unlike other towers, a massive crowd was drawn to the Purple Tower.

Purple Tower Master.

The place created by the one who led the Empire to prosperity and was called the Emperor of Magic.

The most brilliant genius in the history of the Empire created the Magic Tower.

Countless geniuses had entered here and surpassed countless other geniuses.

The pinnacle of the Empire’s Magic Tower.

Not now, but someday, I thought I would reach that place.

The current Purple Tower Lord, Max Welton, thought so.

He wanted to be the protagonist.

The most outstanding person in the history of the Empire, the first Purple Tower Lord, Han Seojin.

Using his legacy, he recently created a theory.

So, this quarter, the Purple Tower will stand out the most.

Damn Red Tower Lord.

He no longer needed to bow his head to that bastard who wasn’t even worth chewing up.

The Purple Tower Lord met the Red Tower Lord before going inside.

“It’s been a while.”

“Hmm? Ah… the Purple Tower Lord.”

The Red Tower Lord was with a handsome man. A man with blue eyes and white hair.

Strangely, his eyes were drawn to him.

‘I’ve heard of him somewhere.’

He didn’t know.

But he didn’t like it. Seeing him fawning over the Red Tower Lord.

“Is this guy really the Purple Tower Lord?”

The man looked at him as if appraising him.

His eyes were deep.

The Purple Tower Lord flinched at the strange sense of intimidation.

“I don’t see any special talent. There’s a bit of talent, but it’s not as good as Shin Yura.”

“That child is special.”

“Indeed, guys like this… vague geniuses are worse than mediocre ones.”

“Are you… are you talking to me right now?”

The Purple Tower Lord spoke while trembling.

It was absurd.

Daring to appraise him, of all people?

Han Seojin smirked and looked at the Purple Tower Lord.

“The Empire must be really struggling.”

To make someone like this a Tower Lord.

He didn’t say it out loud.

But the nuance was like that. The Purple Tower Lord looked at Han Seojin with calm eyes.

They say that when a person was extremely angry, they became rather calm.

The Purple Tower Lord was like that now.

“Do you have many talents? Or do you trust the Purple Tower Lord beside you?”

“Me? Trust him?”

Han Seojin showed a bewildered expression.

Was there nothing else to trust, so you trusted the Red Tower Lord?

“I’m sorry. The Purple Tower Lord recently, by sheer luck, ascended to the position. He’s a bit inferior compared to the other Tower Lords.”

“Was becoming a Tower Lord something you could achieve by luck?”

“Yes, sometimes one suddenly becomes a transcendent and is drawn to the boundary, or suddenly dies. This isn’t the empire, but there are always those who behave immaturely no matter where you go.”

Those who behaved immaturely.

The Red Tower Lord blatantly stared at the Purple Tower Lord.

At that sight, the Purple Tower Lord was infuriated but held back.

“But who is this person for you to be speaking so respectfully?”

At the Purple Tower Lord’s words, the Red Tower Lord’s lips curled up slightly.

“A significant guest of the Empire.”

“A significant guest?”

This one?

The Purple Tower Lord looked with eyes full of doubt.

“You should learn to see things better. Even the Emperor values this person the most, tsk.”

The Red Tower Lord clicked his tongue and passed by the Purple Tower Lord, saying,

“Even though we are both Tower Lords, there is a difference in rank. Tsk, how disgraceful.”

“Wow.”

“What is that reaction?”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you speak so strongly.”

“I may have shown a gentle side, but I do have quite a temper.”

“That’s reasonable enough. At least you don’t lose your mind and storm the Imperial Palace.”

“It’s originally strange. The Imperial Palace isn’t some playground, barging into it whenever something goes wrong…”

“Hey, quiet. That’s the secret to getting more budget.”

“We’ve decided to define that as blackmail.”

I stood in the auditorium.

There was no problem with giving a lecture.

I was used to it.

From the second life, the third, and now the fourth.

I had never had trouble teaching anyone.

‘Well, if they don’t understand, I’ll persuade them physically.’

The ones who insisted they couldn’t do it, I’d just drive them into the ground without mercy, and they’d figure it out.

‘What’s their level?’

I could see it.

My Heavenly Eyes could gauge most of their levels.

Compared to when I was in the empire.

‘They’ve weakened.’

It was not just a little weaker.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they had weakened by more than half in terms of percentage.

‘For various reasons, I have become absurdly weak.’

There might be my own gaps.

But even accounting for that, they had become too weak.

‘Unlike Earthlings, I couldn’t learn unique traits.’

In this world, unique traits exerted an extremely powerful force.

However, beings from outer space… no, beings from other dimensions cannot receive that power.

Those born here were a bit different, though.

In any case, they couldn’t learn unique traits.

And one more thing.

Transcendents couldn’t teach them.

They were busy gathering at a place called the Boundary to fend off external enemies, that was, things flowing out from the Demon World.

Even so, geniuses were born in such places.

Maybe not as much as me, but there could be those comparable to me.

So I provoked.

“Stupid head…”

A voice full of disbelief.

More than a few people bristled at those words.

And among them, some had already cast spells.

‘Slow activation, the magic isn’t even dense.’

The power of the magic was also lacking.

‘Nothing special among the aggressive ones.’

No need to even look.

With a wave of my hand, I caught the magic.

“What, what is this!”

“My magic…”

And then extinguished it just like that.

“Is there anyone else who wants to show something?”

“……”

“……”

The auditorium was filled with silence.

I surveyed the faces.

Expressions of bewilderment, confusion, or perhaps… disbelief.

Most of the disbelieving faces were the old folks.

They must have seen me before.

‘Back then, I was even more extreme, so they might be wondering.’

Maybe it was because I was a bit immature back then.

Those who remembered my wild days.

“The activation speed is slow, and the method of imbuing mana is outdated. On top of that, its power has diminished.”

I twisted my lips.

I rotated the magic formula engraved on the heart area.

Moonlight Frozen Sky.

The chilling cold of destruction slowly crept up from below the auditorium.

“Mo-Moonlight Frozen Sky!”

“Oh my god, he has further strengthened that ice magic of destruction…?!”

I looked at the astonished fools.

Old fools. Those with the insignia of the Yellow Tower or the Purple Tower.

“Han Seojin!!”

They stood up.

Confusion, surprise, excitement, or anger.

A whirlwind of emotions swirled.

Even those who had aged considerably looked at me with disbelief.

“Is aging the only thing you lot have accomplished?”

“You bastard! That’s because you possess the treasures of the empire!!”

“So what? I perished alongside the Demon King, you should know that much.”

I had nothing to fear.

I was confident.

I took most of the empire’s treasures, but it was because of that I could defeat the Demon King.

If it weren’t for those coincidences, I might have lost there.

“And where does a young brat like you get off glaring at me?”

As I spoke, I remembered.

That brat. Always boasting about being a noble or something.

“You, when I was the Tower Master, you were just a 20-year-old brat!”

“You insolent! So what if you’re older? And how long do you plan to milk that incident?! This time I will teach you a lesson…”

“This bastard, how dare you attack an elder?!”

I approached the brat and smacked his head with my hand.

Bang!!

“This bastard!”

Bang!!

“When I started learning magic at your age!!”

Bang!!

“In less than five years, I became the Master of the Magic Tower!!”

Bang!!

“And then got swindled by some gold-digging bitch!!”

Bang!!

“Squandered the family’s fortune!!”

Bang!!

“Stole the magical ingredients I was diligently researching!! Because of you, my magic research was delayed by a month! You bastard!!”

Bang Bang!!

“And after I let that slide, now you’re attacking your elders?! You bastard!!”

“P-Please, stop…! A-And besides, I’m older than you…”

“Stop what, you bastard!! I was born first! You’re in big trouble today. As if I wasn’t already in a bad mood because the standards of the Empire’s Magic Tower have dropped…”

“P-Please, Lord Han Seojin! That bastard lost his mind, got swindled by another gold-digger, squandered the South Tower’s wealth, crawled into a brothel, got a venereal disease…”

“…Wouldn’t it be better to just kill this bastard?”

“Th-that’s still the property of the Magic Tower…”

The Red Tower Lord hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“It seems we can handle it.”

“S-spare me!!”

“If we tell the Emperor, something will happen. Use this bastard as an example, and elevate it.”

“W-wait, please!!”

When discussing the fate of the guy who had been disrespectful to me, another man interjected.

“Who dares to interrupt while I’m giving a lesson…”

Judging by the emblem and color, it was the Yellow Tower.

“What is it?”

“A-are you perhaps the first Purple Tower Lord?”

“Yes, and?”

“The Duke of Extermination left something behind.”

“…What is it?”

“Here, take this…”

The Yellow Tower mage handed me a box.

It contained the Duke of Extermination’s magic power.

“But who are you to have this?”

“I’m a descendant of Nicholas…”

“…Ah, so you were a descendant of the Duke of Extermination’s relatives. Well then, is there any magic you want to learn?”

“No, it’s fine. This was left by the Duke of Extermination.”

“No, it’s not fine with me. Should I teach you Divine Thunderbolt?”

“That magic can only be learned by the emperor….”

“It’s okay. I can beat the emperor.”

“…That’s not the issue here?!”

“Tsk, just bring a few spells from the Emperor’s Tower. I’ll fix them up for you.”

“Thank you!!”

I stayed in the empire for a while and modified the spells.

I had a busy time.

I watched over Nam Hye-rin and the Green Forest King to see if they were behaving and checked if Shin Yu-ra was using magic well.

I lined up the Tower Masters, put them through drills, and taught them some magic.

Before I knew it, a week had flown by.

Maybe it was because I had been living in isolation from the outside world, but the surroundings felt unusually noisy.

‘Did something happen?’

The merchants were chattering.

I was about to pass by but stopped.

Because I heard something that made me halt.

“Did you hear the news?”

“The tomb of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.”

What?

Whose tomb?