Villain Takes Over The Academy

Chapter 66

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Chapter 66

Seo Su-kyung felt dizzy, and her heart was pounding.

The symptoms persisted all day, leaving her no choice but to visit the hospital she had always despised.

"Hmm... There’s nothing unusual in your test results. It just seems like a condition-related issue."

"A condition-related issue? But my heart keeps racing like this!"

"It happens sometimes—when you're overly sensitive or subconsciously excited by a certain event."

"A certain event...?"

"Just in case, I’ll prescribe you some medication. Let’s monitor your condition for now."

The so-called "medication" turned out to be nothing more than an overpriced mix of vitamins and supplements, practically forced on her by the doctor.

Leaving the hospital with a bag full of pills she had no intention of taking, Seo Su-kyung cursed the money-hungry quack.

"This damn academy. Everyone here is either a scammer or a crook, just looking for a chance to rip people off."

Especially when the target was someone like her—a wealthy heir to a conglomerate family. Having been swindled more times than she could count in the Masterclass, Seo Su-kyung felt even more lightheaded.

"But what did he mean by ‘a certain event’...?"

No matter how much she thought about it, there was only one possible cause.

The personality analysis session of the Deconstructionist Department.

Her symptoms started right after Professor D drew her blood with a syringe. The strange thing was that none of the other students who had their blood drawn experienced anything like this.

"Then why am I the only one...?"

The others merely felt a bit drained, and even that passed quickly. But Seo Su-kyung’s condition showed no signs of improving.

"Did he mess up the injection or something?"

At first, she thought so—that her fear of needles had caused some kind of psychosomatic reaction.

But the truth was far from a simple psychological issue.

In reality, during the blood extraction, the Blood demon had an unusual craving for Seo Su-kyung’s blood. Without realizing it, he cast the Bloodsucking Spell with more intensity than intended—perhaps because she was the only student council member in the department.

According to the setting of the Military Chronicle, the Blood Demon’s ability granted its victims not pain, but intoxicating pleasure...

Because of the unexpectedly powerful incantation, the Allure effect was triggered. Already mentally vulnerable due to her fear of needles, Seo Su-kyung was completely caught in its grasp.

"Something's definitely wrong... Why do I keep thinking about that man?"

She couldn’t understand why Professor D kept invading her thoughts. She didn’t know the exact cause, but she knew for certain—something was off.

"I can’t just sit here like this."

She had to confront him in person. She had to demand answers—what the hell did he do to her?

"Professor D? Haven't seen him. Even his lecture today was canceled."

"If you're looking for him, I saw him talking to Okamoto earlier."

"Oh, I spotted him on the tram this evening. Looked like he was heading somewhere, but I’m not sure where."

After some digging, Seo Su-kyung learned that Professor D had gone to M District with Okamoto.

She had no idea why he was hanging around with someone like Okamoto, but that wasn’t important.

That night, Seo Su-kyung headed straight to M District.

She wandered through the abandoned school building for a long time before finally spotting Professor D.

She was about to grab him by the collar and demand an explanation—

But then, she had to quickly hide.

Because Shin A-sol was standing right next to him.

"Of course I’ll help. If it weren’t for Professor Do, everyone would’ve died. Hak-je, you have no right to blame him."

Her voice was firm, her gaze unwavering.

It was unmistakably the Shin A-sol she had always known.

And in that moment, Seo Su-kyung felt her heart freeze.

'Why is she defending Professor D...?'

Knowing Shin A-sol’s personality, Professor D was the kind of man she should despise more than anyone.

The Shin A-sol Seo Su-kyung knew would never take the side of someone like him.

So why was she?

What had happened between them?

What kind of relationship did they have now...?

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump...!

Her heart pounded even harder, even faster.

Seo Su-kyung felt so dizzy that she could no longer stay there.

She couldn’t bear to watch the two of them standing together any longer.

* * *

After finishing everything in M District, I returned to the academy and headed straight to my dorm to get some sleep. There were still a few things left to do, but for now, rest was the priority.

‘The cleanup is the staff’s problem, not mine.’

“Well then, time to get started with today’s work.”

I deliberately muttered loud enough for the camera’s microphone to pick up as I walked toward my desk.

The desk itself was positioned outside the camera’s field of view. Unless I spoke aloud, they wouldn’t be able to tell what I was doing.

“...Seo Su-kyung is late. I told her to prepare for the lecture... Looks like I’ll have to do it myself.”

I pulled open a desk drawer and flipped through some papers. Of course, I had no intention of actually preparing for a lecture. That was something Caesar could handle.

Right now, there was something far more important than teaching.

‘I can’t wait to try it out... The new spell I got.’

The foresight spell I acquired after draining Mak’s blood at the abandoned school.

In a world where anything could happen, a spell that allowed glimpses of the future was invaluable.

‘First, I should check the details of the spell.’

Since I had never learned any foresight magic before, I needed to review its full description.

As soon as I focused on the spell’s name, a system message appeared before my eyes.

[Prophetic Dream: As one who feeds on dreams, you have gained the power to read the future through the dreams of many. This spell awakens a heightened sense that allows you to foresee events a few seconds ahead—and, at times, catch glimpses of far-off future occurrences.]

The spell’s exact name was Prophetic Dream—a fitting title for a villain like Mak, who thrived on consuming dreams.

‘A few seconds ahead... and glimpses of the distant future. Exactly like the ability he showed.’

At the abandoned school, Mak had predicted the answers to an exam that was still days away. He had also foreseen Shin A-sol’s next attack in real-time.

If I could fully replicate that ability, it would be ideal—but...

‘That’s not happening yet.’

Based on experience, spells like this tended to have extremely long cooldowns unless their original owner was the one casting them.

First, I needed to see how much of Mak’s Prophetic Dream I could actually use.

I focused and slowly activated the spell—

[Activating 25% of Mak’s Essence.]

[Casting spell: Prophetic Dream.]

[Spell proficiency is low, resulting in an extended cooldown.]

[Estimated cooldown: 875 hours, 48 minutes, 32 seconds.]

‘...875 hours?’

I expected a long cooldown, but this was ridiculous.

875 hours—that was over a month.

Sure, I could reduce it by leveling up my abilities and strengthening Mak’s Essence, but even then, this was absurdly long.

‘So the system considers this spell too dangerous to use freely.’

The Military Chronicle placed great importance on power balance. Since that system was fully integrated into this world, this lengthy cooldown likely meant that the game didn’t want anyone other than Mak using this spell.

‘Basically, I have to be careful when using it.’

A spell I could only use once a month.

I crossed my arms, deep in thought—but not for long.

After all, there was only one future I needed to see.

‘The exact moment I die in this cycle.’

[You have set the time frame for Prophetic Dream.]

[Prepare paper and pen, and acquire a sacrifice.]

A sacrifice, huh?

At the abandoned school, Mak had used the students that Yang Se-ah lured in as sacrifices to activate Prophetic Dream.

That meant this spell required an external energy source in addition to my own.

‘What do I have that can serve as a power source...?’

Mak had used the life force of people with dreams, but I didn’t have to copy his method exactly.

In this world, anything imbued with power could serve as energy.

Magical artifacts, for example, could be used as substitutes.

‘...Come to think of it, I do have something.’

I reached for the lowest drawer of my desk.

The drawer was secured with multiple layers of locks—precautionary measures for the single item stored inside.

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken this out.”

I retrieved a seemingly ordinary handbag.

The Dimensional Inventory handbag I obtained after completing the Phantom Thief Celestial Blossom quest.

I had checked the bag’s contents after acquiring it, but I hadn’t found anything particularly special.

“I figured I’d examine it more thoroughly later, but...”

Until now, I hadn’t had the time to explore its hidden potential.

Regardless, this should serve as a sufficient sacrifice for Prophetic Dream.

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