<830 – The Unknown Assault (5)>
Time rewound slightly to the moment of the first battle between the professors and Oknodie.
Professor Chaaku of Magic Engineering diligently prepared for the Special Class lecture.
The special aptitude test by the professors of the positive alignment involves a spirit body attack using each one’s area of expertise.
How long can you withstand a spirit attack employing the function of a specialized field, and how effectively can you endure it?
Through this, data is collected to identify strengths, weaknesses, spell modifications, and necessary connections for improvement.
“Great evils with massive power won’t allow you to use your special abilities freely. In the first place, when a foe stronger than you exerts their strength, you’ll be too busy defending against it, leaving no opportunity for you to use your specialties. That’s why this specialized aptitude test is important.”
Professor Chaaku knows this fact better than anyone else.
In the past, he lost his right arm and barely survived after desperately blocking the abilities of the nameless ancient gods due to an assault from the apostle of Man, one of the three great evils.
He hopes the students don’t feel the loss he experienced, but Oknodie, prioritizing the lives of friends, let emotions take over.
“Don’t torment Ishtar!”
As the magical domain unfolded, the soul weapons, carefully crafted by Chaaku with heartfelt dedication, simultaneously ignited.
Considering that those often referred to as masters invest their whole lives to create just one soul weapon, Chaaku’s possession of 21 soul weapons stands out as truly extraordinary.
Talent, effort, sense of duty.
He holds the talent to grow stronger, the effort to do so, and an overwhelming sense of duty to become strong.
“It’s useless. If we don’t bring the students’ spirit bodies to the brink of death now, one day they will truly face death outside the academy. If our students are to die by someone else’s hand, we will kill them first and ensure they don’t die outside!”
The 21 soul weapons activated simultaneously, freezing time around Oknodie, forming barriers, and creating vacuum zones to cut off breathing.
High-powered combo attacks incessantly followed, forcing the use of deep breaths while hindering oxygen supply.
Students lacking practical skills and not knowing how to store oxygen within their blood mana and surrounding area would find it impossible to maintain their breathing.
Even if they manage to breathe, if they don’t realize that spirit bodies do not require breathing, they would get caught in pressure attacks, falling victim to the professor’s trickery.
No matter how exceptional one’s individual resistance is, they are up against 21 soul weapons at the level of fourth-year students.
“Even if 21 students join forces, surpassing the synergy of these soul weapons is impossible. Self, close your eyes. Oknodie. The longer you resist, the less oxygen your small body can hold!”
Professor Chaaku confidently proclaimed victory.
No matter how remarkable Oknodie is, he knows the strength of the mind is honed more firmly with the years lived, which accounted for his confidence.
Thus, this duel was fundamentally flawed from the beginning.
Player.
A veteran who has repeated one world dozens to hundreds of times.
Oknodie’s years lived were already comparable to those of Dragon Principal Omoshiroi.
Bzzzt! Boom!
As the soul weapons sparked simultaneously, an immense shockwave struck the equipment.
“Did you know that some powers negate all magic engineering techniques?”
Even while trying to conserve his breath for a short battle, Oknodie managed to speak.
This is dangerous.
This is really dangerous.
Professor Chaaku felt an ominous sensation simultaneously realizing he was already too late.
“The nameless gods that lost their names bestow power upon those who call out their lost names and assign them the mission to revive their cults.”
“The apostle of the nameless gods… that’s akin to the work of the three great evils, [Apostle of Man]!!”
The prosthetic arm he equipped in place of his lost right arm trembled violently in fury.
“Answer me, Second Year Oknodie!! What relation does the Foundation have with the Apostle of Man!!”
Oknodie is indeed connected to the Apostle of Man.
As the backer and supporter of the Apostle of Man, Oknodie shares information and powers of the nameless gods.
At that moment, Chaaku’s spirit lost its resistance to Oknodie’s mental attack.
Denial of existence.
Denial of concepts.
He lost the upper hand in the duel over convincing power, completely overwhelmed in the battle for control.
As the power of the nameless gods manifested once more, all 21 soul weapons were shattered.
By the time rationality returned to him, it was already too late.
Professor Chaaku realized it.
Every product of magic engineering he deploys will lose power, and he can’t block Oknodie’s attacks at all.
“Let me tell you one last good thing. The old name of this nameless god is [Neo Ladait]. A god that brings ruin to all engineering!”
Neo Ladait.
As that name engraved itself in his mind, Professor Chaaku recognized and affirmed the presence of Neo Ladait.
A god who negates all machines and magic engineering, not allowing its existence, standing at the extreme of non-science, safeguarding the unsolved mysteries.
With the potential to destroy theories and principles and return humanity to savagery, a powerful evil god that should never regain its name.
In ancient times, gods’ wars or ancient heroes’ subjugation led to the loss of this god’s name, and now due to his cognition, its influence on the world increased significantly.
Now, every time Chaaku uses the products of magic engineering or related functions, the ancient evil god Neo Ladait will watch his actions.
And it will negate, destroy, and reduce him, a professor of magic engineering and an authority, to nothing, a trivial entity before a god.
Forcing a non-compliant being, it negates even lifetime achievements, bringing about destruction.
That is what a god was.
That is who Neo Ladait was.
As long as Chaaku did not forget that name, it would continue to be a nightmare until the last moment of his life.
“No.”
Fear flickered in Professor Chaaku’s eyes.
This does not end as a disaster limited to himself.
His downfall.
His destruction.
All who witness it during his lifetime would fear, acknowledge, and amplify the power of a god that denies magic engineering and machines.
A being receiving no abilities but only divine punishment, paradoxically proving the existence of a god.
Professor Chaaku’s very existence becomes a villain constantly expanding and reproducing the influence of the ancient evil god Neo Ladait, leading humanity into decline.
“We were foolish. Dark Princess Oknodie. You were the heir to the Wahyhiemhai Foundation. You contained an immense evil unrivaled by the director…! I shouldn’t have taught you, I should have killed you before you grew stronger…!!”
“Calm down, Professor! You know what needs to be done right now, don’t you?”
“Oknodie. You must think you’ve beaten me. But my death will protect both myself and the future of humanity. And it will provide other professors a reason to kill you!”
Professor Chaaku flared his life mana, causing the spirit apparatus to explode.
Bang!!
The explosion of the spiritual entity shredded the spirit body, leading him to death.
*
Several professors who participated in the special class specialized aptitude test gathered in the waiting room, their faces grim.
“I lost my memory. My memories of testing the students’ spirit bodies just flew away backwards.”
“Did you too?”
“I’m the same.”
Professor Chaaku was shocked to find that not only he but also the other professors were experiencing memory loss.
Something has happened.
An absurd situation they never anticipated.
The professors who wanted to plunge the students’ spirit bodies into death experienced the reverse of that phenomenon, memory loss.
“Who could do such a thing?”
“Who is the strongest student?”
“The best among the Special Class students is currently the second strongest in the fourth year, Oblivion.”
“Does that child have the capability to defeat us?”
“Yes, but not enough to surpass this many individuals.”
The professors needed to find another reason for their deaths.
It wasn’t a difficult task at all.
“Dark Princess Oknodie.”
“The director of the Foundation was unfortunately a more powerful being than any ordinary professor. It was difficult to find an equal to him among the top-ranked, extraordinary professors at the Gift Academy. If Oknodie killed such a director, it would certainly be possible.”
“However, according to the analysis of battlefield data, weren’t it noted that the child only displayed a miracle once through
“In reality, perhaps. But isn’t it possible that the dream world created by a demon is different?”
They couldn’t shake off the feeling that Oknodie had done something.
They couldn’t shake off the fear.
“Even if such a method exists, how could Oknodie kill us? A mental attack cannot harm even those who deny the attack itself.”
“That’s right. One cannot permit such an attack, even if one receives a highly precise information attack that merges reality and fear.”
“Let’s reverse the thought. What means would be necessary to kill us and deceive us?”
The professors recalled their weaknesses.
“Family.”
“Research.”
“Budget.”
“Illegitimate child.”
“Lifespan.”
While one weakness seemed a bit out of place for a positive alignment professor, there are professors who are recognized to be of a relatively positive alignment despite their behaviors.
“Is that so? This is… grabbing weaknesses based on the mysterious information power of the Wahyhiemhai Foundation. We must have uncouthly been caught in our weaknesses and died!”
“That treacherous little Oknodie… Let’s try our best to erase our weaknesses today, and professors whose issues are resolved should take the lead. For example, can we relocate families to a safe place and enhance the security of the research lab?”
“Indeed. With this method, Oknodie wouldn’t be able to harm us even if she tried the same trick.”
The professors prepared everything.
“However, if only we have lost our memories, doesn’t that mean the other professors have already slain Oknodie? From her appearance, it seems she too has lost her memories.”
“It’s unclear if other professors are refusing to discuss the night’s events out of embarrassment, or if they truly killed Oknodie but are pretending to have memory loss.”
“I see. Then let’s exclude the uncooperative professors and focus on our collaboration.”
The new generation of the three great evils.
Dark Princess Oknodie.
Overcoming the fear of the unknown assault, the professors embarked on their special class lecture.
A righteous duel for true education.
A battle of spirit bodies, challenging one another while fighting to endure the fear of the unknown assault, thus began the second match of the special class professors vs. Oknodie.
