I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy-Chapter 390

Receiving recognition is always a pleasant feeling. For someone like Baek Yuseol, who had lived an ordinary life as a company employee after graduating from a standard school on Earth, the experience was especially meaningful.

“Please, have some tea.”

Rodan, an 8th-class mage and the Director of the Mage Association’s Supreme Wizardry Division, handed Baek Yuseol a cup of tea.

Sitting nearby was Grand Duke Seolparam, whose gaze was fixed unwaveringly on Cheonhwangjeong Palwol, seated beside Baek Yuseol.

His expression was filled with affection—not the kind one might have for a lover but more like a child gazing at their mother. This made Baek Yuseol rather uncomfortable, as Cheonhwangjeong Palwol looked much younger than Seolparam, appearing to be in her early twenties.

“You’ve done an outstanding job.”

Rodan extended his hand for a handshake. Baek Yuseol accepted it with a polite grip. However, when Rodan glanced at Cheonhwangjeong Palwol and Ggotseorin, he hesitated. Despite his high status, it seemed he lacked the courage to extend his hand to them. Awkwardly, he withdrew it.

Noticing this, Ggotseorin briefly considered initiating a handshake but quickly abandoned the idea. Memories of people becoming entranced merely by her touch stopped her.

The concept of handshakes was still a challenging human custom for her to adapt to.

“Unfortunately, Archmage Sael Ri couldn’t attend due to pressing matters, but he has decided to bestow an honorary award upon you.”

Rodan’s words carried a subtle tone of respect. Resolving the synchronization of a colossal Persona Gate was an extraordinary feat, even for the most talented individuals.

However, Baek Yuseol felt slightly uneasy.

It wasn’t me who did it.

He had merely suggested the method.

Anyone could have talked their way through such a situation. The true heroes were Cheonhwangjeong Palwol and Ggotseorin, who loathed receiving praise and insisted on attributing all the credit to Baek Yuseol. Left with no choice, he had to accept it.

“What exactly happened inside? This old man is dying of curiosity. Could you share the details?”

“Of course.”

Rodan’s curiosity was evident, particularly regarding Cheonhwangjeong Palwol and Ggotseorin.

Baek Yuseol and Ggotseorin engaged in a lengthy conversation with him, sharing their experiences. Time flew by, and before they knew it, evening had arrived.

“It’s already evening. I must say, it’s been an enlightening discussion. How about joining me for dinner?”

“No thanks.”

“I’d love to! I’m looking forward to it.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Ha ha! Who would turn down a dinner invitation from the esteemed Rodan Mage?”

Building connections was always advantageous. Baek Yuseol, who had initially focused solely on the main episodes during his early days at Aiter World, now understood the importance of fostering relationships.

I must prepare for what comes after graduation... or possibly, the calamity that might strike before it.

Rodan proposed inviting other mages to join them for dinner, promising an enjoyable evening. As he left the room with Grand Duke Seolparam, Baek Yuseol was about to follow when he felt someone tug at his sleeve.

“Baek Yuseol, I need a word.”

The translucent silver form of Eunse Shibilwol hovered in the air.

Cheonhwangjeong Palwol immediately recognized him and tried to hide behind Ggotseorin. However, Eunse Shibilwol seemed entirely uninterested in her presence, his expression grave.

“This is quite serious. It seems that part of my power—something I thought securely sealed—has been unleashed.”

“Are you referring to the power of time? But I thought all remaining relics were under your control.”

“I believed so as well, but it turns out I was wrong. There exists something related to time that even I didn’t know about, and it was released this morning. The problem is... I can’t pinpoint its location. It’s as if it’s shrouded in gray fog.”

“...This must be Heogongshiwol’s doing.”

“That’s what worries me. If he’s begun tampering with time, it could be disastrous. Should he gain the ability to alter the past, our present could be erased entirely.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Eunse Shibilwol hesitated briefly before speaking.

“Your existence could vanish from this world entirely.”

Rewriting history to erase Baek Yuseol would be child’s play if Heogongshiwol gained control over time.

Baek Yuseol recalled his first arrival in Aiter World, struggling to fend off pursuers in a small cabin a year ago.

At that time, his abilities barely allowed him to control his blinking skill. If the timeline were slightly altered...

“Seventeen-year-old Baek Yuseol, unable to evade his pursuers, dies.”

Such a history was entirely plausible.

“You could remove a competitor effortlessly.”

Despite most of the Twelve Moons siding with Baek Yuseol, Heogongshiwol had remained uncharacteristically quiet. The reason was simple: he still had the ultimate card of time reversal.

“Now that you mention it, Heogongshiwol has already succeeded in combining our powers.”

Cheonhwangjeong Palwol revealed part of her side, her tone bitter.

“He stole a fragment of my essence to wield an unusual authority. I still don’t understand how it works.”

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“To stain Cheonhwangjeong Palwol with gray... even I can’t fathom that,” Eunse Shibilwol admitted.

Baek Yuseol frowned, deep in thought.

If Heogongshiwol could manipulate time, would he have traveled to the past himself?

No, that was unlikely.

The laws of causality, or narrative power as Baek Yuseol understood them, would prevent it. Heogongshiwol was bound to remain in this world, maintaining its spatial stability as ordered by the First Mage.

Therefore, he couldn’t leave. Instead, he must have sent someone else capable of disrupting the flow of time and achieving his desired outcome.

The answer was obvious.

“...He sent Full Frame to the past.”

“What?”

“Really?”

Cheonhwangjeong Palwol’s face turned pale as she recalled something.

“Why? What now?”

“Well... Heogongshiwol told me to implant strange ideas into Full Frame’s mind. Don’t look at me like that! He said he’d erase my existence if I refused... I just wanted to survive...”

“Calm down. What did he say?”

“Um... something about carving her own destiny? Honestly, I didn’t understand what it meant... no one would.”

Baek Yuseol sighed.

“I see now. It makes sense for Full Frame to leave.”

As Baek Yuseol and Eunse Shibilwol’s expressions grew more severe, Cheonhwangjeong Palwol’s face fell.

“Wait... was I the only one who didn’t get it?”

Ignoring her dejection, Baek Yuseol sighed deeply.

“Eunse Shibilwol, please try to locate where this happened. Honestly, I doubt it’ll change much.”

“Right. Once someone has traveled to the past, it’s nearly impossible to follow. Time travel isn’t a highway.”

“For now... we’ll just have to trust Full Frame.”

“Are you sure about this? If things go wrong, your existence might be erased. No trace of you will remain.”

As the others looked at him with concern, Baek Yuseol simply smiled brightly.

“It’s fine. Full Frame would never erase me.”

His words weren’t meant to reassure them—they were genuine.

It was trust.

Trust in Full Frame was evident in Baek Yuseol’s voice.

“Yes, that’s true...”

“We’ll overcome this together.”

Eunse Shibilwol nodded with a small smile.

They could only believe in and rely on her as she fought somewhere in the past.

***

The event at Martevis Cemetery was a failure.

The Necromancer's Raid, a catastrophe that should have been avoided, ended with devastating losses.

Stella Academy casualties: 4.

Civilian hunters killed: 69.

While Full Frame managed to rescue Eisel, the ordeal left her shattered, barely clinging to her sanity.

Eisel wasn’t the only one affected. Other Stella cadets who encountered the infamous Necromancer for the first time appeared dazed and hollow.

“Four classmates are dead.”

The weight of that statement lingered. Several students remained frozen, staring blankly at the sky, unable to process what had happened.

One first-year student and three second-years had perished.

Full Frame couldn’t even recall their names, and the realization made her expression twist in anguish.

I should’ve protected them...

Baek Yuseol had saved everyone during this incident in the original timeline. Not a single casualty. He had faced the Necromancer head-on, defeating him single-handedly by piercing his heart.

But now, with her power reduced to the level of a mere third-class mage, Full Frame was far from being able to replicate his feat.

Impossible? That’s just an excuse.

She was weaker, yes, but so was Baek Yuseol at that time.

In fact, as someone unable to wield magic at all, his situation had been worse. Yet, he had sacrificed his body and soul to save everyone.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

The voice startled her. Instructor Lee Hanwol, who had arrived belatedly with an airship to evacuate the remaining cadets, patted her shoulder gently.

“No one can save everyone. Even the greatest archmages stand atop a sea of blood and tears from those they couldn’t protect. There is no such thing as a mage who can save everyone perfectly in this world.”

Full Frame offered a weak smile, nodding stiffly.

“Y-yeah... you’re right...”

“Come now, gather your strength. Let’s head back.”

“Yes.”

While Lee Hanwol likely meant well, trying to console her with those words, it only made things worse.

The pain in her chest only deepened, as if pricked by countless thorns.

Because Full Frame knew that such a mage had existed.

“Ugh...”

Trying to rise, Full Frame suddenly felt the world spin as a gray dizziness overwhelmed her.

When she came to, she was standing in the middle of a corridor.

Time slip.

It was the same phenomenon she had experienced just a few days ago.

Was it because her time travel was unstable? Full Frame’s time in this world seemed to flow faster than for others. And wherever she was sent, it was always at a moment when something major was about to happen.

What’s next...

Clutching a piece of paper in her hand, she quickly realized what was coming.

The Mock Beast Combat Trial.

She remembered this one well.

In the original timeline, Eisel had been so hindered by Hong Biyeon’s constant interference that she failed to properly prepare and ended up humiliating herself in the mock trial.

But in the original, Baek Yuseol had been there.

He had supported Eisel, allowing her to display her full potential. Incredibly, she even managed to demonstrate Supernatural Resonance, a technique achievable only by sixth-class mages.

I have to help her do the same.

Like Baek Yuseol had done, Full Frame resolved to give Eisel the future she deserved.

Where is Eisel?

She sprinted through the corridors of the vast Stella Dome. Finding one person amidst its massive training grounds was no easy task, but Eisel was well-known among the first-year cadets.

“Eisel? Hmm, you might not want to bother her.”

“I saw her heading that way... but I wouldn’t get involved.”

“She went that way. But seriously, don’t stick your nose in.”

A sinking feeling began to settle in her chest.

She ran as fast as she could toward the direction Eisel had gone, but it was too late.

“Tsk, what a pitiful sight.”

“Oh dear, the oh-so-talented genius Eisel can’t do anything without her staff, can she?”

“I thought you could conjure ice with your bare hands or something!”

Eisel lay crumpled on the ground, her school uniform torn and tattered. Surrounding her were a group of girls wearing red scarves—the lackeys of Hong Biyeon.

On the floor next to Eisel was her broken staff, a significant blow to her. Damaging the school-issued staff would result in heavy penalties, and it was clear she was already in trouble.

Hong Biyeon’s faction...!

Eisel sat with her head bowed, staring blankly at the ground.

Full Frame could no longer bear to watch. She shoved her way between them.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Who’s this? A commoner?”

“You’re interrupting noble business—”

“Shut up.”

SMACK!

“KYAA!”

Without hesitation, Full Frame swung her staff at one of the girls, smacking her across the head. Panting heavily, she shouted,

“You know what? If we don’t use magic, there’s no evidence left behind. Someone taught me that. Care to test it out?”

“You... psycho!”

“What? Want to use magic? Go ahead, try me.”

The girls hesitated. Student-on-student combat using magic was strictly forbidden unless sanctioned.

Physical fights, however, weren’t explicitly outlined in the rules.

As Full Frame twirled her staff menacingly, the girls gritted their teeth and backed off.

“Hmph. Leaving already? Not even a ‘just you wait’ line?”

Contrary to her expectations, they left without a word.

“Tch, boring.”

She turned to Eisel, who was still sitting on the ground, and extended a hand.

“Come on. Let’s go together.”

Deep down, she hoped this act might win her some favor with Eisel.

After all, she needed to get closer to her.

But Eisel didn’t take her hand. Instead, she offered a faint smile and said,

“It’s fine. I can’t stand if I can’t even do this much myself.”

Slowly, Eisel rose to her feet, staring at her broken staff.

“...I’ll have to spend all my meal money on repairs.”

She muttered softly before walking away, her steps heavy and defeated.

Full Frame watched her retreating figure, unable to call out.

The gap between them felt insurmountable, like an enormous wall she couldn’t scale.

“Eisel...”

Clutching her staff tightly, Full Frame stood frozen, staring at the ground.

Finally, unable to hold back her frustration, she screamed.

“ARGH! I can’t stand this! Those jerks, I’ll destroy every single one of them!”

Seven of Hong Biyeon’s lackeys had been involved.

“I’ll deal with all of them... one by one.”

Even if she couldn’t use magic, she could still make her staff sing. And it would be very satisfying.