I Became an Unknown Professor at the Academy

[Washington D.C.]

A woman in a white priestly robe entered a room that offered a breathtaking view of the city’s night skyline.

“Holy One.”

The priestess of Fortune, with a coin engraved on her chest, bowed to the man gazing at the cityscape and spoke.

“It’s time.”
“I’ll go down without delay.”
“Yes.”

The priestess quietly turned and left the room, leaving the man alone.

The man, with a more mature appearance than his age, clicked his tongue at the dazzling cityscape.

“Eight years… no, it’s been nine years now.”

The youngest Grand Master of the Order, loved by the unpredictable Amusement, and the only one to receive the title of God’s Agent and Executor.

“Claire Bean Assen…”

A woman feared by all, known for her overwhelming power and ruthless methods, who showed no mercy to friend or foe.

For nine years, all the temples had to bow down and watch their steps because of one person. Ten years later, she suddenly stopped all her activities and disappeared without a trace. For the first two years, everyone was cautious. But after three or four years, they started to suspect that something had changed. And after five years, they began to work on the projects they had been suppressing under the influence of Amusement’s disciples.

Another year passed.

The disciples of Amusement didn’t say anything about their new projects, and the moment of suspicion turned into certainty.

The disciples, who had been carefully releasing their desires through a small hole, widened the hole and even broke down the walls that had been blocking them.

In just a few years, their power had grown exponentially.

Eight years after the giant’s disappearance, a strange report came from the Arena Academy branch in Korea.

The report stated that the missing Executor had returned as an assistant professor, not a professor, and that she was in a relationship with a professor. The cold-blooded woman who would cut down anyone who deviated from the standards, regardless of age or gender, was in a relationship?

It was a ridiculous idea.

But a few days later, it was proven that the report was not a joke. A photo was attached to the report, showing the woman, with the same beauty as eight years ago, and a strange-looking man, arm in arm.

The only information they could find about the man was his name. The appearance of the Executor caused the previously relaxed factions to tighten their grip again.

And a few months later, an unfortunate report came.

The high priest in charge of the Arena Academy branch had acted on her own, and the Executor had intervened.

The Great One had ordered them to settle the matter and ‘package’ it, and they had followed her instructions.

The news spread quickly through the other temple branches within the Arena Academy, and they inferred that the Executor was still active because of their one-sided concessions.

A little more time passed, and during the annual Academy Festival, another event that shook the world was broadcast live by Amusement.

In the past, the man in the report, the Executor’s lover, had a match with Ben Stiller.

The result was a one-sided display of violence by the man named Baek Woo-jin, nothing more and nothing less.

He had torn apart all of Ben Stiller’s magic circuits without even lifting a finger, rendering him unable to function as an Awakened again.

After the match was broadcast live, those who had been watching from the sidelines had to bow their heads again.

Today was also a result of that choice.

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[March 31, Sunday, 11:14]

The last day of March.

It was the day to coordinate the dates, locations, and duration of the Priest Council.

This was also a conference attended by all the representatives of the temples remotely, and usually, the conference time was determined based on the standard time in the US or Switzerland. But this time, for the first time in decades, the conference time was determined based on Korean standard time.

It was essentially a unilateral notification from the Temple of Amusement, but no one raised any objections, so even if they had complaints, they couldn’t voice them.

According to the report, the meeting would be held in Korea, and the representative from the Temple of Amusement would be ‘Troublemaker’ Yesol, who was in charge of the entire country.

“I don’t like any of these women.”

Holy One Romanyo left the room with the dazzling night view and got into the elevator.

Ding.

She arrived on the first floor and walked to the center of the empty chapel, where she sat in the prepared seat.

“I don’t understand why we’re having this meeting when the Great Ones have already given us instructions.”

Romanyo gritted her teeth at the top seat of the round table.

She felt miserable because she couldn’t sit in the top seat, even though it was their territory.

And at eleven thirty, the meeting began.

Whoosh.

A faint white light covered the round table, and it soon began to take the form of people.

However, the intensity of the light and the speed at which the forms were created varied, depending on the divine power of the caster.

‘It’s always unpleasant.’

The sensation of divine power being drawn out against one’s will was unpleasant, to say the least.

‘Tsk, as expected, Diana is the fastest.’

Romanyo, the Mother of the Temple of Mercy, glared at the others who had already taken form and looked at the top seat, where no light had gathered.

‘Hmm, is she going to be the last to arrive?’

Damn it.

That meant they would have to wait until she took form.

Considering the status and workload of those present, they would have to pay at least ten minutes per person.

Romanyo wanted to curse, but he kept her emotions in check and waited.

When all nine seats were filled with spiritual bodies, a bright light flashed.

“Ugh…”

Romanyo, a priest immune to light and one of the most powerful figures, frowned and turned her head.

Her body had reacted involuntarily to the sudden burst of light.

At the same time, the intensity of the light increased, and Romanyo’s eyes widened.

[The meeting will proceed.]

A chilling voice that could freeze even souls.

The sharpest sword of Amusement, the most feared of the gods, had emerged from its seclusion.

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[I suggest the Arena Academy as the venue. As the followers of the evil god have started to run amok, it would be more convenient to deal with unexpected situations with a minimum number of people, and the Arena Academy, protected by an absolute barrier, would allow us to prepare for any unforeseen variables with a small number of people.]

[I agree.]

[I agree as well.]

[I agree.]

“I agree.”

Romanyo, unable to look at the top seat due to the intense light, answered while observing the bare faces of the other representatives who were in the same situation as him.

[The venue is unanimously decided to be the Arena Academy. I will give my opinion on the date and duration first.]

Romanyo and the other nine priests listened carefully.

[The date is August 13th. The duration is two days. If anyone has any objections, raise your hand.]

The purpose of advancing the Priest Council was to have the meeting as soon as possible. But August?

[The Priest of Plenty, speak.]

[…The purpose of this meeting is to have the Priest Council as soon as possible. August is too late. How about April or May? I checked the schedule of the Arena Academy, and the important year-end evaluation for the students is scheduled for early July.]

[Rejected. The most suitable time is during the summer vacation when the students are away, considering the need to deal with any unexpected situations.]

That was ridiculous.

With the absolute barrier in place, there would be no attacks.

Furthermore, it was absurd to think that anyone would dare to attack with the Executor as the chairman.

[Hmm… I may have been shortsighted.]

Romanyo gritted his teeth.

The reason was that the schedule for the 12th-level gate opening was set for early August.

She had already signed the contract and received the down payment, so she couldn’t back out.

“Amusement’s Priest…”

[Romanyo of Atilen.]

Romanyo felt her heart constrict, as if she had received a death sentence.

[I have not given you permission to speak.]

Romanyo’s head slowly turned towards the floor of the round table, feeling the invisible blade of ice piercing her chest.

“Forgive my rudeness.”

[If there are no objections, I will adjourn the meeting.]

Everyone had received instructions from their respective gods, but no one else raised their hand.

[Good. The meeting is adjourned.]

The meeting was concluded with this unilateral announcement, not a negotiation.