As the parachute professors began to fall one after another, the growth of the Warrior Party accelerated, and the remaining professors found themselves cornered in no time.
“Cough! You, you… even in a situation like this…!”
“If the students gain power by killing professors, shouldn’t we also get stronger by killing our business partners? Don’t hold it against me too much. I’ll take your revenge in your place!”
“Ugh, you bastard…”
The neck of the professor, who was revealing his discontent over the surprise attack from behind, was severed.
No matter how much the Empire Faction Professor tried to hide their incompetence behind the parachutes, the Warrior Party, who didn’t expect anyone to be such a scum, were left in shock by the betrayal among their own ranks.
The hesitation created an opportunity for the professors.
“Cough!”
“Ah!”
“Gag!”
Professors, caught off guard or whose betrayal judgments were delayed, kept falling to their deaths.
If only they had united to engage in a delaying tactics, perhaps the Director would have come to their aid.
However, their betrayal happened too quickly.
Betrayal that occurred at a pace that made it impossible to expect the Director’s support.
To survive, the last remaining professor had to kill his comrades to take on the entire Warrior Party by himself.
“I’ve regained it.”
“…!”
The final professor, Murmur, grinned ominously as he stood atop the corpses of his fellow professors.
“Do you really think we are the scum of humanity, harming each other for power? You’re wrong. Because I’m certain that if even one of us gathers power this way, someone will regain the mana required to achieve Domain Level 4.”
Overcoming the powerful backlash of mana depletion, the innate talents and mana of each professor filled the empty vessel and breathed life into their fragmented souls.
As Professor Murmur regained Domain Level 4, he spread his arms, and the spirits of the fallen professors rose as [Revenants].
“I know you bear a grudge against me. However, should that take precedence over your grudge against the Warrior Party? Choose for yourself—sacrifice one to spare all, or bear it and kill everyone. Isn’t this an opportunity to lay the grudge to rest?”
Perhaps the wicked remain of similar minds even in death.
The profaned spirits glared at the entire Warrior Party with their spirit bodies.
[Domain Level 4 – Spirit Domain]
[Effect - The spirits of those killed appear in the domain.]
A technique that temporarily provides the strength and essence to the spirits of the ghosts who cannot depart to the Netherworld and remain in the void, lamenting their grudges.
The Warrior Party shuddered at the egregious act of Empire Faction Professor Murmur, who brazenly broke the taboos of the Empire.
“Is that even a professor?!”
“Not at all. Only someone like me, who disregards both family name and personal reputation, can become an Empire Faction Professor. You don’t understand the strength of one who has cast aside reputation.”
Murmur rose to the position of an Empire Faction Professor that would leave everyone cursing him for years to come.
With degrees and accolades manipulated with the support of his family and the late Emperor, he boldly enjoyed the false glory of his professorship without fearing the disdain from those who knew the truth.
It was an act that could only be committed by someone so shameless.
Yet, there was another equally shameless being present.
“Indeed, reputation is a facade. It’s not easy to maintain, but breaking it can lead to an immediate increase in strength.”
“Hehe. You truly should never have become a hero. The blood that flows in you is no different from the disgusting me. So, I’ll drag you down to the same level. Once you lose your comrades and stand alone, that haughty face of yours will surely twist in shame!”
Murmur’s support magic cast powerful buffs onto the revenants of the professors.
The professors harbored resentment over dying at the hands of those students who had once begged for grades while cringing under their teachings.
No matter how petty they were, the depth of their grudges was real, and due to the nature of the evil spirits becoming stronger with the size of their grievances, the professors who turned into revenants didn’t suffer much in combat power reduction.
Rather, they were now even stronger than when they depended on vitality mana, gaining dark energy equivalent to the depth of their resentments in their current state.
“These worthless professors who serve no help even in life or death!”
“Nise, can you fight?!”
“…I’m in no shape, as I’ve unleashed too much power, but I’ll do my best somehow.”
Before Nise, who was trying to push herself beyond her limits, could step forward, the Warrior Party’s tank, Vanilla, blocked her.
“Vanilla. I can still fight.”
“Calm down and watch closely. We don’t even need to step in now!”
“Do we have allies?”
“In some sense! It’s a face you all know!”
As the heat subsided from her head, Nise’s perspective on the battlefield widened.
“Ah! What’s that?!!”
Vanilla was right.
She had a memory of it.
The Crown Prince, who inherited the Emperor’s position after the late Emperor in the capital of the Empire, Jeido.
No, the Rocket Emperor.
The spirit of Pake Hiuqmag loomed over Ishtar, glaring at her.
[Professor Murmur]
[Domain Level 4 – Spirit Domain]
[Effect - The spirits of those killed appear in the domain.]
Professor Murmur’s Spirit Domain not only granted essence to himself but also provided every being within it with spirit bodies from the vengeful spirits haunting the nether.
This was also something that frequently occurred next to Ishtar, who had executed all sorts of evil beings as a hero.
“Are you now revealing ill intentions toward me?”
“No, that’s not it… Doesn’t the Emperor have many regrets concerning the hero as well?”
“Shut up. From where in safety do you dare to speak back?”
While the Rocket Emperor rendered the Evil Spirit Professors mute, evil spirits appeared around others.
Evil spirits appeared by the side of Saintess Yufi, who had been with the Warrior Party since the beginning alongside Ishtar.
They were the vengeful spirits of notorious villains from her collection of ‘Holy Bomb Skull’ artifacts.
“Oh, ooooh, oooohhhh!”
“They move. A body that once perished now rises again!”
“This time, I will repay the grudge against the saint who killed me…”
One of the villains that gained a spirit form next to Yufi discovered a sacred relic pouch containing holy remains from her storage space and flinched.
“Oh good. Once didn’t satisfy me, and now I can kill again.”
The villains cautiously observed Yufi.
The once strong saint had become even stronger through the murderous curriculum of the Gift Academy.
On top of that, today she had killed multiple professors.
In the presence of the God of Decapitation, Golgotha, she had even executed several beheadings while demonstrating her faith.
Thanks to that, her devotion had risen, and the divine powers endowed upon her had grown even stronger.
Even from a glance, the formidable sanctity radiated from her was enough to make even the spectral beings flee.
And now, she had to collide with the remains that had once been part of her body.
‘That’s gonna hurt like hell.’
‘We are at our level, but she has gotten even stronger.’
After contemplating for a bit, a conclusion was reached.
“Thinking it over, those young ones working hard is rather pleasant to see.”
“I’m less bitter if I’m not the only one suffering.”
“There are unfortunate ones who walk the wrong path as Academy Students, so I suppose I lived decently compared to those.”
The evil spirits mumbled reflections beyond the mortal realm, gradually fading.
“In any case, she’ll become a fourth year eventually. Thinking of that future brings me comfort.”
“Not being able to date and living a foolish life while getting advice from thousands of years old gods—how can I think any further about how to ruin such an innocent girl’s life? Isn’t revenge unnecessary?”
“Letting her know pain before being exorcised would be a complete waste of time. Instead, wouldn’t it be best to let her attain enlightenment first? Farewell, you wicked girl!”
The evil spirits discharged their own complaints, drifting away.
Saintess Yufi, who had been scorned even before having a chance to use her powers, felt baffled and furious, puffing her cheeks, but there was no stopping the full-fledged revenge from the malevolent spirits who had been humiliated in death.
They swore they wouldn’t let her rest, and there was no way to prevent their ascension to enlightenment.
“Hey, you bastards! Come back!!”
“You were given a spirit body, and now you come and consume another’s resources?! What is this nonsense?!”
The scene of the saint and professors hurling curses at the evil spirits, now enlightened, was a rare sight indeed.
