I Became a Disaster-Class Sorcery Genius

Final Exams (6)

At the same moment that White Ghost Wolf's jaw lifted upwards, its enormous body floated into the air as if it were straight out of a cartoon.

Simultaneously, Kim Dojun's body also rose into the air alongside White Ghost Wolf.

Kwaaaang! Kwagagagak-!

As Kim Dojun slammed his leg downwards, White Ghost Wolf's massive body crashed into the ground.

Gugegegegegeuk!

The earth began to shake violently, as if there had been an earthquake.

At the unbelievable, almost impossible sight, all the students watched with wide eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

[Kwaaaaaang!!]

And yet, White Ghost Wolf, now crashed into the ground, seemed utterly furious at the situation.

It immediately tried to get up and swung its forepaw at Kim Dojun, who was still floating in midair.

The moment White Ghost Wolf's forepaw came down, Kim Dojun had already landed on the ground and dodged the attack, immediately preparing for his next move.

Thus began the fight.

No, to be precise, that couldn't even be called a fight.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Incredible as it was, everyone present—including Shin Oh-jae—was witnessing a one-sided display of violence.

This was not the violence of a grade-4 phantom beast spirit like White Ghost Wolf attacking a human.

Kwaang-!

Instead, it was the violence of a single human, overwhelming and knocking down White Ghost Wolf, who was dozens of times larger, all by himself.

With one punch from Kim Dojun, White Ghost Wolf's body flipped half a turn in midair, leaving everyone speechless at his overwhelming power.

Yet, even as he was amazed by such monstrous power, one part of Shin Oh-jae's rationality entertained a negative thought.

'Doing this won't let him capture White Ghost Wolf.'

Shin Oh-jae knew exactly what kind of sorcery Kim Dojun was using.

Thunder God Art.

A bizarre sorcery which required drawing sorcery formations on his entire body, perfectly controlling several complex spells manifested through those formations, and on top of that, subduing his rampaging body to use it.

Of course, recent rumors suggested that his sorcery was an even higher-level technique than Thunder God Art, but in essence, it was similar in nature.

But for this very reason, ironically, not even such an incredible sorcery could capture White Ghost Wolf.

'Thunder God Art ultimately enhances the body to its utmost limit using spiritual power, but White Ghost Wolf can only be damaged by pure spiritual power attacks...!'

Of course, White Ghost Wolf could also feel pain from physical attacks.

As a grade-4 phantom beast spirit, White Ghost Wolf was not exactly a spiritual entity, but rather a possessed entity with a physical form.

Due to the difference in their attributes, Shin Oh-jae believed that even someone with Kim Dojun's monstrous physical prowess would still struggle to capture White Ghost Wolf.

... At least that was what he had thought.

[Kkaeng, kkaeng!]

But Shin Oh-jae then heard White Ghost Wolf, who had been taking a relentless beating for over five minutes, let out a yelp that sounded just like a whining puppy.

Another five minutes or so later,

[Kkaeng-!!]

Having been tossed left and right by Kim Dojun, clearing away all the nearby trees, White Ghost Wolf stared at Kim Dojun with fearful eyes.

[Kiiiiiing-!]

Then, after performing a grand somersault on the spot, it disappeared entirely.

"Ah...?"

Shin Oh-jae let out a dumbfounded exclamation.

"

"...."

"

And the students fell silent.

In the end, all that remained after Kim Dojun's overwhelming display of violence was—

Flutter~ Flutter~

"Nice."

—six teal-colored talismans drifting down above his head.

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Kim Dojun had managed to obtain as many as six teal talismans, but not a single person dared to approach him or even dream of taking those talismans away.

No, they simply couldn't.

Everyone here had witnessed with their own eyes how his single punch sent that enormous White Ghost Wolf spinning through the air.

Of course, even then, a few students—desperate not to be expelled—tried to approach Kim Dojun and carefully propose a deal, but before they could even speak, he had already vanished.

And currently, he was—

'Is this the end of the second opportunity?'

He had obtained both of the opportunities he needed this time and waited contentedly for the final assessment to end, wearing a satisfied smile.

Though the only thing he had gained from subduing White Ghost Wolf were six teal talismans worth 400 points each at the Sorcery Institute, in truth, the talismans themselves were not the main point.

'They're only important in terms of maintaining my dormitory standing.'

For Kim Dojun, the talismans' significance extended only that far.

The true opportunity he gained from beating down White Ghost Wolf was not something material, but rather a relationship—one with someone in possession of many things that Kim Dojun needed, leaving him quite pleased.

As he mulled over this, Kim Dojun suddenly recalled something Revi of Reverie had said when he first met her.

'Be wary of Blue Eyes... was it?'

She had also mentioned that "the essence of sorcery is imagination," but right now, what concerned Kim Dojun more was that warning.

'After the player captures a malignant spirit, Blue Eyes start to pressure the player bit by bit.'

Furthermore, as anyone who played Sorcery Killing Technique would know, Blue Eyes and their followers were characterized by a reluctance to reveal their existence and being incredibly meticulous.

Thus, Blue Eyes' followers would wait patiently for the right opportunity, and even if they failed their mission, they would only attack the player in places where there was absolutely no risk of exposure—just like now.

"...."

No matter how many times he looked around, the scenery was always the same.

Mountains to that side, mountains to this side.

Look straight ahead, and all he saw were rocks.

Moreover, duryongsan was so vast that even though hundreds of students roamed about, it was rare to bump into each other.

In other words, this was the perfect opportunity for Blue Eyes to make their move.

'And yet there's still no attack...'

Kim Dojun shrugged as he continued to ponder this.

'Well, maybe they're just not moving yet, or maybe that bastard fed me false information.'

With that, Kim Dojun finished reflecting on meeting Revi of Reverie in the cave days ago.

'Still, when I act alone, I should keep my guard up. If I remember correctly, Blue Eyes' average competence is quite high.'

He pushed the matter aside for the moment and decided not to dwell on it.

"Anyway, I'll put this issue aside for now—time to handle another."

Kim Dojun grinned and looked at the smartphone in his hand.

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Just as Kim Dojun was preparing to show Go Seung-jun, who had tried to mess with him, not only the bitterness of this world but flavors he'd never tasted before—

In the northern region of Doryong Mountain, a place with far more boulders than trees, there were five men.

All wore identical uniforms.

Their clothing: black covert suits.

On the sides of their black suits, there was an embroidered blue cloud pattern. Those unfamiliar might be puzzled, but for those who knew, it was a clear indicator of their identity.

The blue cloud was the symbol of the followers of Valchi, Blue Eyes of Pride.

Their current purpose in Doryong Mountain was to carry out Blue Eyes' orders: to capture Kim Dojun, a mission they had failed several times already.

They intended to finish quickly.

After all, remaining undetected was crucial, and this situation was the perfect cover.

For some reason, after multiple failed missions, the five gathered here were all veteran followers, each having carried out dozens of Blue Eyes' missions.

In other words, they were fully prepared to bring this to a swift end.

... Or so they thought—at least while all five remained alive.

Kwajik-!

The squad leader of the capture mission for Kim Dojun, known as No. 1 and an A-rank sorcerer, stared in disbelief at his comrade, no. 3, whose head exploded as he fell lifeless to the forest floor.

Having no idea what hit him—his comrade simply died, head bursting in midair.

Behind him, he saw the bodies of the others who had died before No. 3, being slowly dragged away by something transparent.

At the very end of it all stood a girl.

She walked toward No. 1 with a soft smile—eerily at odds with the blood-soaked scene.

"This pattern again?"

—A gentle voice came from the girl, or rather, Han Soyeon.

Crunch-! Crunch-! Guwajak!

No. 1 heard the grisly sounds of his comrades' bodies being chewed as they were sucked into something unseen.

He immediately tried to perform a sorcery.

Even as he did, Han Soyeon simply approached with a relaxed smile and spoke,

"Excuse me, but who are you people?"

She asked.

Instead of answering, no. 1 began to form hand seals.

With astonishing speed, almost too fast to see, he formed multiple complex hand seals.

The spell he was attempting was, for an A-rank sorcerer, one of massive risk.

If he unleashed this spell, everything in the vicinity would be obliterated, and he himself would not come out unscathed.

Even if he survived, he would have to live with his spiritual power permanently halved.

But No. 1 instinctively understood—

He wouldn't survive this situation without using this spell.

"I tried to ask last time, but didn't get an answer."

Even as he formed the seals, Han Soyeon's relaxed expression didn't change and she continued speaking.

Ignoring her words, no. 1 tried to complete the final hand seal—

Kwaddeudeudeuk-!

"Ah—?"

—He saw it.

His hands, which had been forming seals at high speed, were now crushed and deformed as if pressed in a compressor, right at the final progress hand seal that would have completed the spell.

"Kyaaaagh!"

Realizing what happened, a scream burst from No. 1's lips and blood spurted on his face.

A grotesque scene.

But Han Soyeon advanced, still smiling, approaching No. 1 who now lay collapsed, hands ruined.

"Hey."

No. 1, with fear in his eyes, realized—

"I'll ask you one more time."

That his assumptions had been wrong.

"Who are you people?"

The entity standing before him was not a problem that could be solved with sorcery, nor left unsolved.

"Those who lay a hand on my understander—"

Just death itself.

"Who, really, are you?"

As Han Soyeon's face turned expressionless, no. 1 could do nothing but realize the truth.

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The three-day, two-night final exam came to an end.

Students who had gathered enough talismans sighed in relief, while those who had not submitted their talismans with depressed sighs.

As soon as the exam ended, Kim Dojun, using the smartphone he received—

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"Alright, time to teach a lesson called 'life's consequences.'"

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