The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Chapter 153 – The Weight Of The Name Heavenly Demon (3)’

The dark mages in the Divine Sect had been relatively quiet recently.

Originally, they were violent and vicious.

Those called Great Dark Mages would leave the Demonic Sect and cause all sorts of bloodshed.

Killing people, violating women, and seizing others’ property.

That was what dark mages originally were. They were antagonized by all sorts of forces.

What quelled that was the appearance of the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

The previous Heavenly Demon was different from the current one. Overflowing with ambition, all he wanted to see before dying was the unification of the Central Plains.

What stopped him was the Heavenly Demon and the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

More precisely, the previous Heavenly Demon desired the chaos that ‘a certain existence’ wanted, and the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor didn’t want to be manipulated, so he merely stopped the previous Heavenly Demon’s rampage.

Han Seojin wasn’t particularly interested in peace.

If the Heavenly Demon had suggested it, he would have invaded the Central Plains without much thought, aiming to absorb it into the Demonic Cult with minimal damage.

However, the existence known as Han Seojin thwarted the Wei King’s scheme and then fell to the Bloodshed of Mount Hua.

What could be considered fortunate is that he met the Heavenly Demon just before dying.

He was able to pass on his martial arts and enlightenment to her.

The Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, which could be learned in a simplified form, was properly established in this life, but the demonic theory book he created enhanced the power of the demons within the cult.

After the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor died, the Heavenly Demon showed no interest in anything.

Whatever belief it was, she might have thought that she could meet the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor again someday.

Or it could be the madness of wishing for only what she wanted to believe.

In any case, the Demonic Cult has been notably quiet recently.

The cult had recently become quite restless.

It was because of a rumor.

The Empire and the Ming Cult clashed.

It was a rumor circulating in society.

And everyone related to it kept their mouths shut.

Whispers spread that the Sword Demon, the Witch, and the Black Lion had died.

And everyone going to verify the source of the rumor remained silent.

As if some kind of prohibition had been imposed.

The overwhelming divine presence made them feel an incomprehensible realm.

Everyone who witnessed the Heavenly Demon had no choice but to keep silent.

“What on earth is going on?”

“I didn’t see the Sword Demon’s body, but the Black Lion, the Witch, and the Monster are dead.”

“It’s already chaos in England and Italy.”

“The Monster’s nationality is Turkey. Since it’s been the Monster Republic for a long time, a civil war will break out.”

“First, investigate. For now, only the Black Lion, the Witch, and the Monster are dead, but there are almost no signs of resistance. We must prepare thoroughly as our side could be at risk.”

The Sword Demon.

A top elite member of the Divine Cult.

A martial artist who had surpassed the pinnacle and reached the Supreme Realm.

Losing such a martial artist was painful even for the Divine Cult.

For that reason, but also because.

‘The scarier thing is.’

Martial artists who reached the Supreme Realm died in groups.

Perhaps a master who reached the Transcendent Realm appeared and massacred them.

They had to prepare against that possibility.

Thus, the witnesses had to be pressured into spilling any information.

The young cult leader responsible for the Divine Cult sighed.

‘They said stress isn’t good…’

Because it could affect hair loss.

Once this was over, he really needed to rest.

“The Sword Demon has arrived!!”

“Wha-what?!”

It seemed he wouldn’t be able to rest.

A corporation, after all, was created for mutual benefit.

In modern times, corporations were linked with various forces.

In this world, creating an invention was important, but without the power to protect it, it would be taken away.

The power known as Unique Traits was something that requires constant vigilance.

Thus, corporations formed alliances, paying military forces for protection.

However, there weren’t many reliable forces.

‘Recently, the New Church has become quite trustworthy.’

They were fundamentally fanatics.

Fanatics who believed a living person could become a god.

But as long as you didn’t disturb them, they were quieter than expected.

Thus, a Korean corporation chose this place.

An executive from Ilseong, upon taking a position here, discovered a remarkable individual.

White hair and blue eyes. Clothes worn casually, as if just out for a stroll in the neighborhood.

‘Han Seojin?’

A very famous figure. Even the corporations were keeping an eye on him.

Though there was no direct connection, he was the most ‘hot’ talent among the current rising stars.

An inexplicable amount of knowledge. There was talk of him restoring the Emperor’s Sword Form and being close to both the Sword Saint and the Sword Saint’s cousin, and he possessed tremendous potential as a mage.

In this era where all twenty-year-old talents were deemed the golden generation, they were all in the shadow of that man.

Thus, it was puzzling.

Why was that man here?

No, it didn’t matter what the reason was. It would be good to at least make an acquaintance in such an opportunity.

“This is who I am.”

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties spoke to Han Seojin.

With a polite demeanor but a somewhat confident expression, he handed over a business card.

A rather well-crafted business card.

Director of Ilseong, Jeong Myeong-hyeon.

A title written on the card.

Han Seojin looked at the card with a nonchalant expression.

“So?”

“Haha, it’s nothing much, just wanted to get acquainted…”

How bothersome.

Han Seojin openly showed a look of annoyance. Yet, as if he possessed a trait of shamelessness, the director insisted on handing the card to Han Seojin.

‘…Come to think of it.’

Did he really need to collect business cards from people like this?

Shouldn’t he only consider accepting business cards from someone at the level of a president?

Such thoughts began to creep in as he looked at the card.

“If it’s alright with you…”

“It’s not alright.”

“Pardon?”

“Ugh, damn it. Are you trying to be a bother?”

“What, what?”

“If you say ‘yes’ one more time, I’ll release the money I entrusted to the principal.”

“……Gasp!”

The director was startled.

Korea remembered the terrifying deed Han Seojin committed.

Money released by accessing the system.

The amount was so immense that the nation tried to trace its origin.

And as time passed, even most corporate executives became aware.

The money received from the principal.

Han Seojin had the authority to use it at will.

And the amount was indeed staggering.

An amount that could potentially bring down a nation if lucky.

Ten trillion.

Just how terrifying was that sum?

An amount enough to buy a tenth of the company he worked for.

No, it shouldn’t be thought of as merely that.

Everything about the company was tied somewhere.

However, ten trillion won was an absurd amount that could topple most of Ilseong, known as the Ilseong Republic.

‘It’s dangerous.’

He would never actually inject ten trillion won.

If you thought about it normally, that was the case. With cash around ten trillion, you’d rather live comfortably than ruin the entire company.

But.

Ruining just one person was simple.

No, there was no need to take out ten trillion won.

Just one threat could replace him with ease.

The director was afraid.

A single word from him.

The risk that decades of his life could vanish with just that.

The thought that everything he had might collapse dominated his mind.

His body trembled uncontrollably. It wasn’t a matter of dignity or anything like that.

It was a fundamental fear.

Han Seojin approached the director and opened his mouth.

“Ten trillion won.”

Han Seojin’s whisper.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

The director of Ilseong went mad at those words.

When Han Seojin wielded the principal’s power, the director of Ilseong went mad.

In a secret place of the divine cult, the Sword Demon went to meet the young cult leader.

“Greetings to the young cult leader.”

“That’s unnecessary, Sword Demon. There’s no need for such formalities between us. More importantly, are you well?”

“……Thank you. Thanks to your concern, I managed to save myself.”

“……?”

“There’s something confidential I need to tell you.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“What is it?”

“Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor. It’s information obtained from his tomb.”

“What information is that?!”

“Before that, there’s something else I want to say. You might be surprised.”

“……I’m ready.”

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At the words of being ready, the sound of a garment brushing was heard.

The Sword Demon immediately bowed his head to the ground and shouted.

“Heavenly Demon’s Incarnation! Ten Thousand Demons Bow! Invincible Divine Cult! Demon’s World!”

The young cult leader trembled finely. Nearly a hundred years.

During that time, the seat had been vacant, but now someone sat there.

Though seated behind, the young cult leader could tell.

An overwhelming presence. The godly technique he practiced was speaking.

The master had arrived.

The master of all demons, the greatest of all time, the heavenly demon.

No adjective could fully describe her.

Even the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor, who turned all martial arts into his own, had to yield to her.

The truth was slightly different, but the young cult leader believed so.

Realizing this, the young cult leader was startled and quickly bowed his head to the ground.

“Heavenly Demon’s Incarnation! Ten Thousand Demons Bow! Invincible Divine Cult! Demon’s World!”

“You may raise your head.”

A calm voice.

The young cult leader lifted his head.

“Welcome back, Master! This humble disciple is overwhelmed to see you again.”

“Is that so?”

The Heavenly Demon slowly observed the young sect leader. Before entering the boundary, she had taught him a few moves, and seeing some potential, she had taken him in.

‘He hasn’t developed as much as I expected.’

She could roughly guess the reason.

Someone with no power must have struggled desperately to rule this place somehow.

“You’ve done well.”

“Th-thank you.”

“And this is not yet a complete return. Soon, I will probably ascend again.”

The Heavenly Demon closed her eyes for a moment.

She had distorted the laws with immense martial prowess until now, but she felt it becoming increasingly difficult.

‘Those damned beings are playing petty tricks.’

Those called gods.

They were adding strength to the laws that bound her.

She could instinctively feel it.

She knew that her time here wasn’t very long.

“I have something to prepare.”

“Prepare… you say?”

The Heavenly Demon’s voice was overwhelming. Noble. She was still the same.

The most distinguished existence even in the realm of vigilance. The one whose presence was most vivid there.

The young master swallowed.

What in the world was she preparing for?

‘Could it be…’

Was she declaring the unification of the martial world?

Various thoughts filled his mind.

The ripple it would cause. And the side effects. But the young master erased all doubts.

If the God of the cult intended to do it, it must be done.

While the young master was pondering.

The Heavenly Demon spoke bluntly.

“Prepare for a wedding.”

“Yes! Right away, for the unification of the central plains, the warriors… what? A wedding, you say?”

“Yes.”

The Heavenly Demon crookedly smiled.

Now, there will be no escape.

Here, She shall fulfill the dream she couldn’t achieve a century ago.