Chapter 83: transformation
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...... What if I said no?
I'm going to kill you right now.
────?
In a moment, Emerson had the illusion that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
A chill spread and his muscles stiffened.
This is a killing spree.
As he realized this, Emerson couldn't control the shaking in his hands.
'...... Okay, I get it. This time I lost. I will fully accept Abel-kun's request.
Emerson, hit by the unusual killing spirit, replies in a voice that seems to have been squeezed out of his throat.
'I see. That's good to hear.'
...... I'd like to ask you one question. What is your goal? Why did you come to our school?
What Emerson couldn't understand was how someone as big as Abel could be mixed up with a group of low-level students.
'My goal is to have a 'peaceful school life'. There's nothing more to it than that.
"Hahaha. Are you insane?
Emerson's eyes glaze over slightly behind his glasses as he receives an unexpected response.
There was no way that a person of equal or even greater talent than himself could be buried among a single student.
''Abel-kun. With your power, you can have anything you want! Yes! If I wanted to, I could even change this world as I see fit!
Those words were half of Emerson's desire.
It was Emerson's longing to push the incompetent old man into a corner and create a world centered on him.
But unfortunately, Emerson didn't have the power to do just that.
The time for one man to change the world, no matter how talented he was, was long gone.
At least that's what Emerson thought until this moment.
"...... changing the world. I'm not interested in that stuff.
After saying that much, Abel left Emerson's lab.
An empty lab, Emerson stood there.
What a killing spirit.
Emerson, who belonged to the Magic Society Kronos, where the strongest of the existing sorcerers are said to gather, has had experience with 'geniuses' in many fields.
But.
The alien atmosphere that Abel exuded was unlike any other genius Emerson had ever encountered.
It was so caustic that it made all of that instantly a thing of the past.
'Hahaha ....... This kind of thing ....... There's no way those two people can serve as opponents .......
His hands were still trembling.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I rolled up my clothes and saw that Emerson's body was covered in a great deal of sweat.
...... Mr. Abel. You're still amazing.
It was a strange and refreshing feeling.
There is a wall beside him that no matter how much he reaches out, he can't seem to reach it.
That fact gradually made Emerson's heart beat faster.
Filled with an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, Emerson couldn't stop his own cheeks from loosening up.
'Hmmm. Abel," he said, "I'm sure that one day I'll be able to help you. Someday I will definitely surpass you ......!
Standing in front of the mirror, Emerson let out a wry smile of his own.
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...... What if I said no?
I'm going to kill you right now.
────?
In a moment, Emerson had the illusion that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
A chill spread and his muscles stiffened.
This is a killing spree.
As he realized this, Emerson couldn't control the shaking in his hands.
'...... Okay, I get it. This time I lost. I will fully accept Abel-kun's request.
Emerson, hit by the unusual killing spirit, replies in a voice that seems to have been squeezed out of his throat.
'I see. That's good to hear.'
...... I'd like to ask you one question. What is your goal? Why did you come to our school?
What Emerson couldn't understand was how someone as big as Abel could be mixed up with a group of low-level students.
'My goal is to have a 'peaceful school life'. There's nothing more to it than that.
"Hahaha. Are you insane?
Emerson's eyes glaze over slightly behind his glasses as he receives an unexpected response.
There was no way that a person of equal or even greater talent than himself could be buried among a single student.
''Abel-kun. With your power, you can have anything you want! Yes! If I wanted to, I could even change this world as I see fit!
Those words were half of Emerson's desire.
It was Emerson's longing to push the incompetent old man into a corner and create a world centered on him.
But unfortunately, Emerson didn't have the power to do just that.
The time for one man to change the world, no matter how talented he was, was long gone.
At least that's what Emerson thought until this moment.
"...... changing the world. I'm not interested in that stuff.
After saying that much, Abel left Emerson's lab.
An empty lab, Emerson stood there.
What a killing spirit.
Emerson, who belonged to the Magic Society Kronos, where the strongest of the existing sorcerers are said to gather, has had experience with 'geniuses' in many fields.
But.
The alien atmosphere that Abel exuded was unlike any other genius Emerson had ever encountered.
It was so caustic that it made all of that instantly a thing of the past.
'Hahaha ....... This kind of thing ....... There's no way those two people can serve as opponents .......
His hands were still trembling.
Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I rolled up my clothes and saw that Emerson's body was covered in a great deal of sweat.
...... Mr. Abel. You're still amazing.
It was a strange and refreshing feeling.
There is a wall beside him that no matter how much he reaches out, he can't seem to reach it.
That fact gradually made Emerson's heart beat faster.
Filled with an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, Emerson couldn't stop his own cheeks from loosening up.
'Hmmm. Abel," he said, "I'm sure that one day I'll be able to help you. Someday I will definitely surpass you ......!
Standing in front of the mirror, Emerson let out a wry smile of his own.
...... What if I said no?I'm going to kill you right now.?In a moment, Emerson had the illusion that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.A chill spread and his muscles stiffened.This is a killing spree.As he realized this, Emerson couldn't control the shaking in his hands.'...... Okay, I get it. This time I lost. I will fully accept Abel-kun's request.Emerson, hit by the unusual killing spirit, replies in a voice that seems to have been squeezed out of his throat.'I see. That's good to hear.'...... I'd like to ask you one question. What is your goal?Why did you come to our school?What Emerson couldn't understand was how someone as big as Abel could be mixed up with a group of low-level students.'My goal is to have a 'peaceful school life'. There's nothing more to it than that."Hahaha. Are you insane?Emerson's eyes glaze over slightly behind his glasses as he receives an unexpected response.There was no way that a person of equal or even greater talent than himself could be buried among a single student.''Abel-kun. With your power, you can have anything you want!Yes!If I wanted to, I could even change this world as I see fit!Those words were half of Emerson's desire.It was Emerson's longing to push the incompetent old man into a corner and create a world centered on him.But unfortunately, Emerson didn't have the power to do just that.The time for one man to change the world, no matter how talented he was, was long gone.At least that's what Emerson thought until this moment."...... changing the world. I'm not interested in that stuff.After saying that much, Abel left Emerson's lab.An empty lab, Emerson stood there.What a killing spirit.Emerson, who belonged to the Magic Society Kronos, where the strongest of the existing sorcerers are said to gather, has had experience with 'geniuses' in many fields.But.The alien atmosphere that Abel exuded was unlike any other genius Emerson had ever encountered.It was so caustic that it made all of that instantly a thing of the past.'Hahaha ....... This kind of thing ....... There's no way those two people can serve as opponents .......His hands were still trembling.Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I rolled up my clothes and saw that Emerson's body was covered in a great deal of sweat....... Mr. Abel. You're still amazing.It was a strange and refreshing feeling.There is a wall beside him that no matter how much he reaches out, he can't seem to reach it.That fact gradually made Emerson's heart beat faster.Filled with an unprecedented sense of fulfillment, Emerson couldn't stop his own cheeks from loosening up.'Hmmm. Abel," he said, "I'm sure that one day I'll be able to help you. Someday I will definitely surpass you ......!Standing in front of the mirror, Emerson let out a wry smile of his own.
