Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss-Chapter 371 - 369: Back to training

Yoora could hear voices before she even opened her eyes.

They were faint at first, like echoes from far away, and her head felt heavy, as if she was floating underwater. One voice was calm and quiet, but the other voice was loud and angry, and it kept going, talking fast and sharp like someone scolding.

When she finally opened her eyes, the light was dim, softer than what she expected, and she slowly turned her head, feeling the soft pillow under her cheek and the light scent of herbs in the air.

She sat up slowly, her arms trembling just a little from weakness, and as her vision cleared, she saw Seojun sitting on a chair near the door with his arms crossed, looking tired but quiet.

Across from him stood Alexa, her hands on her hips, her face clearly annoyed, and her voice raised as she scolded Seojun without holding back.

"You almost killed her! What were you thinking, pushing a student like that?!" Alexa shouted, her voice echoing a little in the wooden room.

"This isn't the battlefield, Seojun! If you keep this up, I'll make sure you get pulled out of this class—permanently!"

Yoora blinked, surprised, watching the scene quietly.

Just then, Nayoung, who had been nearby, turned her head and gasped when she saw Yoora awake.

"Yoora!" Nayoung shouted, rushing to her side. "Professor, she's awake!"

Alexa and Seojun both turned quickly.

Seojun stood up from his chair calmly, his face unreadable as he stepped forward, while Alexa's expression changed to relief for a second before she rushed over to the bed.

"Yoora, how are you feeling?" Alexa asked quickly, placing her hand on Yoora's shoulder gently.

Yoora opened her mouth to answer but suddenly remembered something.

Her arm—her right arm had been torn, cut off completely.

Her heart skipped, and she quickly looked down at her arm, her breath caught in her throat.

But what she saw made her eyes widen in shock.

Her arm was there.

Perfectly there.

As if it had never been torn off.

The skin smooth, the fingers whole, not even a scar.

She clenched her fist slowly and looked at Seojun with confusion and suspicion in her eyes.

He simply looked back at her silently, not saying a word.

Alexa's voice brought her attention back again.

"I already scolded him," Alexa said, crossing her arms. "And if he tries something like this again, I'll handle it myself. I already told him—one more reckless act and he'll be pulled from this class. I'll make sure of it."

Yoora stayed quiet, still holding her arm.

Then, she slowly swung her legs over the bed, her bare feet touching the wooden floor, and Nayoung quickly moved to help her stand.

Even though her body was weak, she stood up straight, took a deep breath, and looked at Alexa with clear eyes.

"…We had a deal," Yoora said in a steady voice. "You said if I beat the professor, I could leave the class."

Alexa blinked.

"But I lost," Yoora continued. "So I'll stay."

There was silence in the room for a moment.

Yoora looked at Seojun again, her gaze sharp, like she still had questions.

But she didn't say them out loud.

Instead, she turned her eyes to Alexa again.

"I don't regret it," she said. "Not even drinking that thing. I made my choice, and I lost. But now… I know I'm not strong enough yet."

She let out a shaky breath.

"So I'll stay. Until I'm strong enough to win."

Alexa looked surprised for a moment, then sighed and stepped back.

"…Fine. But if he pulls another crazy stunt, I'm dragging him out by force," she muttered, glancing at Seojun again.

Nayoung smiled a little and helped Yoora sit back down slowly.

Yoora leaned back, her eyes still sharp, and her hand rested over her heart. This time, she wouldn't lose control.

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The next morning came with the soft sound of wind passing through the open windows of Seojun's building. Unlike the day before, today was calm. The sun was shining faintly through the glass panes, and the academy grounds were slowly waking up. But inside Seojun's class field—located behind the clinic and training rooms—another type of challenge was already starting.

Yoora stood on the training ground with her arms folded, her body already warmed up and her mind completely focused. Her hair was tied back neatly, and the faint glow of mana surrounded her body like thin smoke. She was no longer pale or weak—her energy had returned. She glanced at the familiar walls of the field, noticing the runes glowing faintly, proof that this place was still under Seojun's control.

Minseok was already there, stretching his arms nervously as he looked at the timer floating nearby. "I wonder how long i can last today?"

Nayoung was off to the side, sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, her hands glowing faintly with struggling mana. She had been trying the same exercise for days now but was still unable to control her leaking mana properly. A small puff of energy would form in her palm and vanish seconds later.

Seojun stood quietly by the wall, watching them all with calm eyes and his hands behind his back. His voice came out steady and serious.

"Begin," he said. "Release your mana without stopping. Don't restrain it. Let it leak. The longer you last, the stronger your core becomes."

Yoora exhaled and closed her eyes. A soft blue light began to glow from her chest, slowly spreading through her limbs, and then out into the air. Her mana flowed out freely—calm, steady, and strong. It was like mist rising from her skin.

Minseok followed, though his mana flared out too fast, rough and uneven. Within a few minutes, sweat rolled down his face, and he was breathing harder.

Nayoung glanced at them and took a deep breath, focusing again. Her mana flickered again, unstable and weak.

Ten minutes passed.

Minseok clenched his jaw and dropped to one knee. "Agh… this is worse than sparring…" he mumbled.

Seojun glanced at the floating timer and noted, "Eight minutes. Slightly better than yesterday."

Minseok gave a thumbs-up before falling onto his back, breathing hard.

Meanwhile, Yoora was still standing. Her eyes were open now, but her expression didn't show pain. She looked calm, as if the mana flowing out of her was completely natural. Finally, after twenty minutes, she dropped to one knee, her hand pressing on the ground.

Her face was pale, but her gaze remained steady. Seojun nodded with approval. "Twenty minutes. Good."

Yoora didn't answer. She simply stood back up, slowly walking toward the side to rest, sweat trailing down her neck but her body still upright.

Across the field, Nayoung finally opened her eyes, frustration showing on her face. "It keeps breaking apart," she said quietly. "I can't hold the mana for long…"

Seojun walked toward her, crouching slightly and placing two fingers just above her wrist. "Your center is still cracked," he said. "But it's healing. Give it a few more tries. You're almost there."

Nayoung met his eyes and gave a small nod. "I won't fall behind," she said seriously.

Yoora passed behind them, quietly taking a seat on the bench at the edge of the field. She watched Nayoung for a moment, then looked down at her own hand. She clenched her fingers and whispered to herself, "It's not enough yet… I can still go further."