I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 358

Scarlet Abyss Two Moons followed Gray Void Ten Moons through the spatial distortion, arriving in a pocket dimension completely isolated from the world.

"Whoa. This is interesting. Did you make this?"

"I lack the ability for such a feat," Gray Void replied flatly.

"Tch, boring."

The space was a mysterious realm bathed in shades of violet.

Suspended in the void was a floating altar, where three figures already awaited.

One was *Purple Lightning One Moon*, known for her absolute piercing power—the authority of the lightning spear.

She appeared no older than ten, her violet hair and eyes shimmering as she scowled at Scarlet Abyss, who greeted her with an exaggerated wave.

"Do we really have to work with that idiot?"

"What...!"

Scarlet Abyss’s expression turned wounded, but a man with a calm demeanor and a light blue aura waved at him with a chuckle.

"Welcome, Scarlet Abyss."

This man was *Azure Ocean Five Moons*, one of only three defense-type Twelve Moons. His ability to heal all living things was unparalleled.

And the last figure...

"You’re a disgrace. I can’t believe we’re the same Twelve Moons."

The voice belonged to *Crimson Autumn Nine Moons*, who wielded the authority of an orange wind capable of slicing through anything.

Scarlet Abyss sighed, shaking his head at the tension in the room.

"The founding magician must’ve had a good reason for keeping us apart. Just dealing with your personalities is enough of a headache."

"Idiot. Do you really think the founding magician imposed restrictions on us just because of trivial reasons like that?"

"What did you say?! You little brat!"

As Scarlet Abyss moved to retort, Gray Void raised a hand to stop him.

"Enough."

"Fine, but only because you said so."

"What’s the big deal? What are you going to do if I keep talking?"

Sparks of red flame and purple lightning began to clash in the air between Scarlet Abyss and Purple Lightning. Before the conflict could escalate, a gentle stream of water rose, creating a barrier between them.

"This isn’t a place to fight. Surely, you all know that better than anyone," Azure Ocean said with a serene smile.

Scarlet Abyss reluctantly extinguished his flames.

"Something about him gives me the creeps..."

At the center of the altar, a round table with six seats awaited. Scarlet Abyss deliberately chose the seat farthest from Purple Lightning, only to find himself directly across from her, making a staredown inevitable.

Gray Void glanced around the gathering and asked Azure Ocean, "One is missing."

"Ah, Celestial Yellow Eight Moons had urgent business and left a message for me to relay," Azure Ocean replied.

"Still as unpredictable as ever. She knows how important this meeting is," Gray Void muttered.

Scarlet Abyss leaned forward.

"Since we’re all here, I’m curious. Why are you gathering us? Didn’t the founding magician forbid it?"

"I was about to explain."

Gray Void clasped his hands together and surveyed the assembled Twelve Moons. Though fewer than expected, this group would suffice.

"I’ll start with a question."

The room fell silent, the Twelve Moons drawn to Gray Void’s mesmerizing gaze.

"Have you ever questioned the restrictions imposed on us by the founding magician?"

"What are you talking about? Speak plainly," Scarlet Abyss demanded.

"Exactly as I said. The founding magician created us but placed countless restrictions on our actions. Why do you think that is?"

"For the sake of peace?" Purple Lightning ventured hesitantly.

Gray Void shook his head.

"That’s merely what we’ve been led to believe. The truth is different."

"Then what is it?"

"The reality is, our existence has no purpose."

The statement left Crimson Autumn scowling.

"I strongly disagree. The founding magician created us to watch over the world."

"And what have you accomplished?" Gray Void countered.

"Our overwhelming power has caused the world’s beings to cower in fear."

"So, you’ve done nothing," Gray Void concluded.

Crimson Autumn’s eyes narrowed, but Gray Void continued.

"I’m not blaming you. The reason you’ve done nothing is the founding magician’s command. Do you believe our existence has truly influenced the world’s history?"

"Of course, we..." Crimson Autumn faltered, trailing off.

In the modern era, most beings had forgotten the Twelve Moons entirely. They were little more than myths, their presence insignificant.

Gray Void pressed on.

"Our existence isn’t about peace or justice. It’s about something far more utilitarian."

"And what might that be?" Scarlet Abyss demanded, slamming a fist on the table.

Gray Void’s voice was calm.

"Do you remember the founding magician?"

"Of course."

"He had two titles."

The Twelve Moons nodded.

"The Magician of Creation."

"And..."

"The Magician of Destruction."

The founding magician wielded unparalleled authority: the ability to create something from nothing and to destroy anything utterly.

"While his powers ushered in the grand magical era, they were also terrifying. He feared that after his departure, someone would misuse these abilities, plunging the world into chaos."

To prevent this, the founding magician divided his authority into twelve fragments, each imbued with consciousness, creating the Twelve Moons.

"He scattered us across the world, imposing restrictions to ensure we could never gather."

The restrictions were comprehensive—no ambition, no interference in worldly affairs, and no reckless use of power.

"All to ensure we would never unite," Gray Void finished.

The Twelve Moons fell silent, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

"So what do we do?" Purple Lightning asked quietly.

"It’s simple," Gray Void said. "You will transfer your authority to a vessel. One who can act as the catalyst for the founding magician’s power."

"A vessel?"

"Where is this vessel?"

"It’s not some human, is it?" Crimson Autumn scoffed.

"No. There’s one human capable of holding our blessings: Baek Yuseol."

The name sparked murmurs among the Twelve Moons.

"Baek Yuseol... That boy has already received five of our blessings," Crimson Autumn said.

"Five? Impossible!"

"It’s not impossible," Gray Void replied. "The founding magician himself was born human."

"Then Baek Yuseol is the vessel?"

Gray Void shook his head.

"No. He cannot be the vessel. His will opposes mine."

"Then who?"

Gray Void smiled—a rare, unsettling expression.

"There is another. A girl with a pure soul, born under the whispers of the stars. She carries the most unique destiny in the world."

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As he spoke, the Twelve Moons froze. For Gray Void to smile, after centuries of emotionless existence, was a sight none of them could process.

"Our destination is Stella Academy," Gray Void said, standing.

With that, he vanished into the gray void.

The remaining Twelve Moons exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to feel hopeful or afraid. Slowly, they too dispersed, returning to their places across the world.