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Chapter 185
After Sharin’s ridiculous comnt, she thankfully cald down.
Setting aside the absurd promise we made, my real work as a teaching assistant began in earnest.
At Zerion Academy, a teaching assistant’s role is similar to that of the student council.
Preparing supplies at the professor’s instruction.
Responding when incidents or accidents occur among the students.
Because of that, the TA work itself wasn’t all that difficult.
But—I had underestimated Vikamon’s appearance way too much.
In front of the TA office entrance—
There was a huge pile of letters.
Originally, this box was ant for leaving opinions or requests directed at the TA office.
But sohow, it had beco my personal suggestion box.
I picked out only the letters with my na on them and went inside.
As I entered, the noisy TAs fell completely silent.
Understandable.
Just like how it’s hard to get into Zerion Academy, it’s also not easy to beco a teaching assistant.
TAs all have to pass exams to get their position.
There’s a reason the seniority system exists among them.
Especially being the personal TA of Professor Vega—it’s a very difficult thing to achieve.
While students might think of Vega as a lazy professor who just drinks every day, to TAs, she ans sothing entirely different.
She’s the professor who’s worked at Zerion Academy the longest.
Because of that, the connections she holds can completely change a TA’s future.
Everyone wants to be her personal assistant.
And I suddenly appeared and snatched that position.
Of course they wouldn’t be happy about that.
So, whenever I walked into the TA office, silence would fall like this.
I didn’t mind it much, since I could understand their feelings.
I just went in and got my work done.
Professor Vega, by nature, is the type to take care of her own responsibilities.
She may drink every day, but when it cos to work, she’s sharp as a blade.
So as her TA, I didn’t have much to do.
At most, I just organized docunts.
‘Co to think of it, what should I tell Aisha?’
She was my morning training partner.
Then all of a sudden, Hannon () had to go to the Panisys Kingdom.
Aisha, who took pride in our training, would be confused.
‘Should I just tell her the truth?’
Maybe because so many people already know who I really am now—
Revealing my identity doesn't feel like a big deal anymore.
‘Maybe it’s because I have more people who understand now.’
That’s a good thing.
Next ti, I’ll casually tell Aisha.
I want to keep training in the mornings anyway.
“Hey.”
At that mont, a TA spoke to .
I looked up to see a TA scowling fiercely.
Dark red ponytail and intense features.
I rembered he was one of the senior TAs.
His na was Karan Sirel.
“Yes, TA Karan.”
When I responded, Karan pulled out a chair and sat in front of .
“I’ve been applying to be Professor Vega’s personal TA since way back.”
Being connected to Professor Vega can change your future.
So it seems Karan had been applying consistently for the role.
“But no matter what I did, I could never get the spot.”
Karan slowly stroked his chin and looked up and down.
“But now I think I get why.”
He sneered.
“If this is the professor’s type, what can you do? So, how’s life with Professor Vega? Enjoying yourself?”
I looked straight at him.
Still, he didn’t stop smiling.
He was clearly mocking both and Professor Vega.
Saying that the only reason she made her personal TA was because of my looks.
Even with the insult toward the professor, the other TAs remained silent.
Karan was from the Sirel Count family.
Though he was low-ranked among the direct line, he was still direct blood.
The TA position is usually filled by commoners or low-ranking noble children.
Karan’s tyranny had been going on for a long ti, and no one else could stop him.
Karan locked eyes with .
“What? Say sothing, Vikamon. You’re not mad, are you? You took my spot, rember? You don’t get to be mad. Vikamon.”
He deliberately left out my surna and said my na twice.
After the incident with the Third Princess, Vikamon had been kicked out of the Niflheim Count family.
Karan was clearly aware of that and was purposely bringing it up.
In other words, “You’re not a noble anymore—just a commoner.”
“You should at least be grateful the Third Princess pardoned you. Instead, you steal soone else’s position just for your looks? Man, privileged people are the worst, aren’t they?”
Karan looked around as if trying to get agreent from the other TAs.
They reluctantly nodded.
Now I understood why the other TAs hadn’t approached .
Karan had obviously been threatening them not to associate with .
But I didn’t feel much anger toward Karan’s actions.
The anger that had vanished early that evening had left no ember behind.
I had beco immune to all criticism.
I was now criticism-proof.
I do feel sorry for taking the position of Professor Vega’s personal TA from soone else.
For soone, it’s a major opportunity.
It should go to soone who really needs it.
But one thing is for sure.
“Is being ugly sothing to be proud of?”
Even if I don’t get angry, insults deserve to be returned with insults.
My past was filled with endless criticism.
Even Isabel’s sincere attempt to kill —I’d lived through that.
Karan’s insults were like a toddler throwing a tantrum by comparison.
And the reason Karan wasn’t chosen as Vega’s personal TA is clear.
He just demonstrated it himself.
Professor Vega has an exceptional eye for people.
Karan blinked.
He clearly hadn’t expected that kind of coback.
Then, slowly, his jaw dropped and he looked at in disbelief.
“…Ha. You crazy bastard. So you’re admitting you got in with your face?”
“I’m just saying I’m better-looking than you, at least.”
At so point, my tone had changed.
Karan noticed too—his eyebrows furrowed sharply.
He stood up abruptly, trying to assert his presence.
“Look at this punk, running his mouth.”
“What? You were running your mouth first. And honestly, I don’t think it was just the face.”
I looked him up and down, sneering just like he did earlier.
Dealing with faces is my specialty.
Getting under soone’s skin with the most annoying grin—easy work.
“…Handso.”
From sowhere off in the distance, another voice piped up.
Vikamon’s face was a scam.
“This bastard.”
But it seed to work perfectly on Karan.
At so point, Karan reached out and tried to grab my collar.
Naturally, I had no intention of letting him, so I dodged.
“Oh?”
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Karan didn’t stop there and charged at .
But I was soone who had trained through countless evasions in the past.
Even Ban, the so-called lazy genius, couldn’t land a hit on .
Karan, who only beca an instructor thanks to his family’s backing, could never catch .
It’s a sad truth, but those with truly dazzling talent don’t stop at being an instructor—they spread their wings and fly.
Staying as an instructor for long just ans you didn’t have the skills to go further.
“You get sluggish when you stay an instructor too long. Guess you weren’t picked for just your looks.”
“You son of a—!”
The training room was a ss before anyone realized.
Papers flew, chairs toppled over.
The other instructors didn’t know what to do and stepped back.
In that chaotic room, I stared at Karan with complete composure.
In contrast, Karan was panting heavily.
“You, you bastard...”
Then, red sparks began to spread around him.
Red lightning magic.
The exclusive lightning magic of the Sirel Count family.
Karan was a battle mage.
A mage who could use both physical and magical combat.
“I’m done holding back. You started this.”
Unfortunately for him, he had the mory of a goldfish.
Karan leapt at , wreathed in red lightning magic.
His speed was on a whole different level from before.
His fist, wrapped in crimson electricity, shot toward .
At this rate, my face would get caved in.
That was probably his exact intention.
So, I decided to go along with it.
My forehead moved toward his fist.
The mont Karan’s eyes widened, not expecting to charge instead—
Crack! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!
Lightning magic exploded out from Karan’s hand and spread throughout the area.
The instructors scread and hit the floor.
But there was one more person rolling on the ground along with them.
“Aaaaaaaaaargh!”
Karan rolled on the floor, clutching his wrist.
His hand had gone limp, as if the bones had been shattered.
Watching that, I casually rubbed my forehead.
My body had been reinforced with a steel-like fra.
Plus, I’d recently undergone things like the Heavenly Dragon Transformation, putting extre strain on my body, so my durability had only increased.
At this point, my body can’t be pierced without so serious penetration force.
So Karan’s right punch?
It was inevitable.
His red lightning magic flowed into my body.
Sorry, but using lightning in front of is about the dumbest thing you could do.
The red lightning magic was absorbed straight into Lightning Catcher and vanished.
In fact, Lightning Catcher crackled happily with a bit of current before calming down.
In the end, Karan’s fist was shattered while I stood unhard.
I calmly walked up to him, now completely beyond human.
“Oops, my bad.”
“GAAAAAAAAH!”
And then, I “accidentally” stepped on his broken right hand.
No big deal—he’d get healed with holy magic soon anyway, so a few more breaks wouldn’t hurt.
Co to think of it…
Lately, I’ve been feeling more and more distant from kindness and restraint.
Maybe it’s the effect of the Veil Bandages.
While stepping firmly on Karan’s fist, I looked at another instructor.
“You’re from the Departnt of Holy Magic, right?”
“Y-Yes!”
She flinched at how brightly I smiled.
“So, can you fix it even if it gets more broken?”
“W-What? Uh, n-no, if it’s any worse, I… can’t…”
“I see.”
I lifted my foot off Karan’s hand.
He trembled, still clutching his mangled wrist.
The pain must’ve been more intense than he expected—it looked like it pierced straight through his brain.
“Oh, co on. That’s not worth whining over.”
You haven’t even lost an arm.
That’s when it really starts to hurt.
At my sincere words, the instructors stared at blankly.
It was the look people give to soone clearly not normal.
“Instructor Karan.”
I called out to Karan, who was holding his arm.
He looked up at with tear-filled eyes.
“Let’s keep working together to make Zerion Academy a better place.”
Saying that, I extended my right hand to shake his.
Karan looked at , dazed, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“What’s wrong? Not gonna shake?”
I prompted him again, and he hurriedly extended his right hand.
His broken hand trembled as he reached for mine.
I shook his shattered hand without hesitation and gave his shoulder a friendly pat.
“There you go.”
Karan’s face turned ghostly pale.
Looks like it’s going to be a delightful ti as an instructor from here on out.
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