Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor Chapter 183: [Main Story] No.4 Paradigm (4)

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

【 Hessian†: 】

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

【 Batalion: 】

As I moved, they moved. The red dots on the minimap confird it—one was inside the train, two others were on top, even at this speed.

They were closing in.

At the sa ti—Voooom—a resonance buzzed across my skin.

'The Stigma of Grim Reaper Ω.'

The most skilled doctor is also the one who knows the most ways to kill.

Similarly, the people of Kreutz, who’ve invested decades into [Illusion], know its weakest points better than anyone.

【 Hessian†: ‘Got you.’ 】

【 Hessian†: ‘Goodbye.’ 】

I leapt.

CRACKK—KRRRRRRRRANG!!

A spear burst through the top of the train, expanding like thorny vines—obliterating the entire area I had just stood in. Cargo containers exploded. Grain spilled everywhere.

【 Hessian†: 】

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

Next, the walls and ceiling began collapsing inward, as if the whole train car was being crushed like a tin can. The sheer force of the telekinesis was absurd.

'Run!'

...!

Eve and I sprinted into the next car.

They were preparing their [Totem]. That ant they were about to dominate an entire car with it.

【 Luxong† is preparing the 「Domain of Constriction」. 】

Just as I thought—it was a [Totem] that seizes control of space and immobilizes everything inside.

We had to get away—no matter what.

Fighting a [Grandmaster]-level assassin head-on? No. Their reaction speed and reflexes were leagues beyond ours. Even running would get us caught.

Luckily, we’d just exited the Reaper Ω’s influence zone. So I cast [Illusion].

『World Forgery: Perception Forgery [Sensory]』

Mana rippled into the air.

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

It shattered before it even took hold. TCHINK! The mana collapsed in midair. I expected that, so I imdiately cast again.

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

The spell kept failing—KRA-KA-KRAK!—as Hessian’s spear rained down.

< Dice Roll Result: ⚃ >

Finally, a four.

【 Hessian†: 】

【 Hessian†: 】

We’d bought so ti.

'So this... this is why they chose this forest.'

A single item can only bear one [Stigma]—that’s a universal law among the stars.

However, in rare places where land and trees absorb the influence of different stars, weird synergies erge. Even the stars can’t interfere there.

This forest was created when the seeds carrying the energy of Misfortune Star□ scattered over land blessed by Radiant Star⁺₊⋆.

The interaction is complex, but simply put: illusions cast here have a chance to persist permanently.

90% of [Illusion] spells fail instantly.

0.1% last for tens of thousands of years.

That’s why, for decades, illusionists from every nation have co here to inscribe their [Illusions]—repeating the process until they land that one-in-a-million chance.

Now, the forest is filled with tens of thousands of ancient illusion constructs. Reborn endlessly under Radiant Star⁺₊⋆.

'On the flip side, you must pass Misfortune Star□’s gamble—so most illusions here get sealed instead.'

Just like my failed dice rolls.

In other words, the bastards chose this forest to seal the limbs of Cain or .

【 Hessian†: 】

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

But as I crossed through another cargo car, my brow furrowed.

The [Mini-map] was sward with neutral figures—freight workers.

CLACK!

The door burst open. Chaos was already spreading.

“It’s a terrorist attack! Arm yourselves!”

“Shit! Who the hell is this psycho?!”

Even inside the train, people were becoming aware of the assassination attempt.

But it was already too late.

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

From far down the train, a mage aboard a personal airship clenched his hand.

And the mont a wave of intense telekinesis tore through the interior—

Splack—

Soone’s head burst.

“What the—!? B-Batima!”

“Is this—terrorism?!”

Then the head of the person beside them exploded.

Then the one behind them, who had just gasped in horror, also went down.

It began. The heads of those with weak mana—bursting in order from closest to the train’s outer wall.

“What the fuck is this!? This way—get over here!!”

“Sothing’s coming—fucking hell, run!!”

“Run! Run, dammit!!”

As the invisible force approached, so of the workers instinctively understood and bolted for the exit. One of them yanked open the ergency door.

“Jump out! Better that than dying in a bombing!”

“Y-Yeah! If you’ve got a parachute, jump!!”

Several people threw themselves out of the car in a line.

That cleared the way. I ran again, stepping through blood pooling from their corpses.

That strange telekinetic pressure brushed against my own skull. But I wasn’t just so ordinary civilian anymore. The mana dispersed before it could take hold.

I allowed myself a brief mont of relief—but shit. Eve had frozen, crumpling to her knees. The deaths were getting to her, her compulsion against killing overriding her senses.

'What are you doing? We need to go.'

... She nodded.

She tried to get up but her legs gave out again. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet.

And ran.

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

【 Hessian†: 】

【 Bon Hilde Mark†: 】

anwhile, I kept trying [Illusion].

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

< Dice Roll Result: ⚀ >

...

Mana drained like a dam had burst—then, finally, a higher number popped up.

< Dice Roll Result: ⚄ >

Good.

【 Luxong†: 】

【 Hessian†: 】

Right on the mark.

I’d never actually created cupcakes—but the illusion had taken on a chaotic life of its own, and it was confusing the enemy just the way I wanted.

【 Hessian†: 】

【 Luxong†: 】

【 Hessian†: 】

In that ti, we reached the last cargo car. I sat Eve, out of breath and shaking, in the inner room of the storage space.

'You okay?'

I’d already explained things beforehand. Told her this would happen. Maybe that’s why she nodded, though her expression remained tense.

'Do you rember what I said?'

Eve’s trembling hand touched her chin. Yes.

'So what do we do?'

'We stop them.'

'That’s right. You can use the Holy Sword.'

'Okay.'

'It’s alright. They’re bad people. It’s okay.'

'Okay.'

She responded clearly. But then her blue pupils shifted upward—and her eyes widened.

I knew without looking.

Reflected in the small window above the rear door, an assassin’s face had appeared.

Eve threw herself forward.

TATATATATATATANG!!!

“...Ugh!”

Gunfire, practically a bombing run, obliterated the interior of the storage room. Eve even cried out in shock.

But once we were in a place where we could fight, there was no longer any reason to run.

Vwooooom—

As Eve drew the 「Peacebringer†」, the overwhelming mana of the Cross Star flared, and the assassins hesitated. A chaotic voice echoed through the 【Script】.

anwhile, I sprinted to the very end of the last car, confird the enemy’s position via [Mini-map], and drew my sword.

"Raise your blade, O Giant—"

KRAKAKAKAKANG!!!

A colossal hand materialized from the void and lunged for the assassin on top of the train—but missed. The one called Luxong dodged by flinging himself into the air. All I managed was to peel the roof open.

【 Luxong†: 】

That was the goal.

The totem he’d placed on top of the last car—gone, shattered.

My vision cleared. I saw Luxong now—an assassin leaping through midair, trying to widen the distance. Before, I’d have had no way to fight soone like that.

But things had changed.

『Armory of the Celestial Legion』

The terrifying thing about ‘summoning’ is that I get to choose where the summons appear. Space split open around Luxong, who was skipping through air via [Step Technique], and weapons erged with blades bared.

“Tch!”

He flinched and dodged again with [Step Technique].

But the summoning zones pursued him like rising waves. Thanks to my 85% master-grade proficiency, I could make the summons follow his exact movent path.

Summons tracing his trajectory like a tail—he dodged again and again, until he was finally halted.

A giant cupcake blocked his path.

Another of my [Illusions].

'Seriously, why cupcakes again?'

Anyway—

Formula: [Telekinesis], [Flight], [Projectile]—

The assassin tried leaping to another spot in desperation.

Too late.

── .

Weapons descended from all directions, each exploding with its own [Stigma].

Even if he sohow dodged one or two—

This domain was already mine.

THWACK!

A spear of 「Frost Stigma氷」 impaled his knee. His leg froze over, slowing him down. Then a flaming sword, a thunderous dagger, and a hamr of ⚉Darkness ca crashing in.

KAKAKAKAKANG!!!

He barely deflected or absorbed a few. he scread, and sowhere far off, the telekinetic mage intervened, deflecting two or three more weapons.

Seven Stigma weapons neutralized. That alone proved he was [Grandmaster]-level.

But even so, amid the chain of explosions—

A dagger of ○Invisibility slipped through and plunged into the Totemist’s throat.

PHRKK—

His neck twisted. The /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ barrier shattered. More weapons rained down.

KWA-KWAAANG!!

“G-ggh...”

The Totemist plumted below.

I climbed up onto the roof of the train to watch him fall.

Three remained—but the sense of danger didn’t fade.

Because in the far sky, flying toward us aboard a personal airship, the sniper-assassin Batalion drew a weapon from his belt.

“Dante Hiakapo.”

He called my na. What he held was at least a [Legendary II]-class artifact—a national treasure-grade bow.

And a weapon of ○Shadow Star in his other hand.

"Fly, my falcon—kill him."

As he recited his activation chant, terrifying mana erupted from the bow.