An Angel Lives in the Academy
Chapter 128: The Angel Who Prevents Terrorism (1)

Park Jin-ho. The strongest superhuman.

The Sword Saint who subdued the rampaging hero families, crushed the other world nations that abandoned their crumbling world to colonize the weaker human nations, and toppled superhuman dictators.

The greatest swordsman acknowledged even by other world beings, the master who taught Lusa, the Martial God, and Klein, the strongest mage, the true meaning of defeat.

And the head of the Cheongu Guild.

For Park Jin-ho to be defeated was something not even he himself, let alone Leffrey, could easily believe.

“That’s impossible.”

Leffrey's voice trembled. Klein, upon hearing that, shook his head and said,

“Leffrey, you’re still not adept at sensing mana, so you wouldn’t be able to feel it, but time has been reversed…”

But those words weren’t true.

Of course, Leffrey’s ability to sense mana was inferior to Klein’s. But Leffrey could sense a power that was even greater than mana.

[The Silver Shoes have detected a reversal of karma.]

‘Detecting a reversal of karma? I’ve never seen this message before? Could it be because time has been reversed?’

While Leffrey was lost in thought, Park Jin-ho slowly opened his mouth,

“But for the protocol to have activated means that professor Klein, Leffrey, as well as I, lost consciousness.”

“That’s right. Then perhaps…”

Professor Klein looked at Leffrey with a regretful expression.

“Considering even Leffrey, the caster, is in that state, it seems Ain Soph is a self-destruct technique. I don’t know what kind of self-destruct technique it is, but…”

“…I see. We don’t know how this self-destruct technique works, and to what extent it affects things.”

Park Jin-ho stroked his face.

His expression was a mixture of regret and disappointment.

“Besides, as professors, we can’t allow a student to use a self-destruct technique. This skill is banned.”

“It has to be.”

The two professors looked at the pretty boy who stood there clueless and blinking, making a blank expression.

“Leffrey, It’s a shame, but it can’t be helped.”

“Yes, it can’t be helped.”

“…Okay.”

In the end, Leffrey didn’t know what kind of skill Ain Soph was, what effects it had, or how it managed to defeat Park Jin-ho, who was one of humanity’s strongest.

Leffrey knew nothing.

Only time, which had been reversed, remembered.

‘Ain Soph, I shouldn’t use the active effect.’

And besides Leffrey, being the Cowardly Angel, was obedient to the professors’ words. A self-destruct technique? There was nothing Leffrey wanted to do less than self-destruct.

‘But still I wanted to become really strong to protect them.’

Of course, he didn't know what would happen in the future.

* * *

Overall, it wasn’t a complete loss. Even though the active effect of Ain Soph was banned, the passive effect was still usable.

Leffrey decided to comfort himself with that thought.

‘This passive ability, its potential is incredible.’

Just like how he healed himself with his meager Angelic Power last time, this passive ability could be used in various ways.

For example, like this.

“Cowards, taking hostages?”

An outer district of Old Seoul was thrown into chaos. Acrid smoke billowed from the street, lined with both slums and glamorous buildings.

It was terrorism. Humans clashing with humans, humans clashing with otherworldly beings, and the conflicts born from the unbelievable wealth gap between the poor and the rich of the present era.

“They took hostages?”

Leffrey, who was flying in the sky, hurriedly asked again.

“Yes, after they were pushed back from the north side, they ran to the orphanage on the lower floors and are threatening the children there.”

Leffrey, from a distance, observed the situation.

Children were crying, women and men were threatening them with determined expressions, and an old woman who looked like an orphanage teacher was shielding the children with her body.

Leffrey bit his lip.

‘…As expected, things aren’t unfolding in the same way as in the past.’

Leffrey was currently in the middle of his midterm exams. And the traditional method of evaluation for the Central Superhuman Academy’s midterm exams was to go out into the real world and achieve something heroic.

Just like how Leffrey had crushed the New Truth Church.

‘For this midterm exam, I was going to take down the Western Revolutionary Army, a terrorist organization that was planning to kill thousands. I thought it would be easy.’

Preventing the deaths of thousands of innocent people was an angelic act. And it would also be an angelic act to give that credit to the heroes, so Leffrey could effortlessly farm Angelic Power.

Although, he was a little disappointed that he couldn’t get any Angelic Power from capturing the Western Revolutionary Army. Anyway, he thought this would be an easy task.

‘No way, they abandoned their base and retreated to the opposite side?’

But time, after being interfered with by Leffrey, did not always flow in the same way.

Children were crying.

The terrorists of the Western Revolutionary Army looked determined as they were setting up bombs on those children.

“Can we subdue them before they press the button?”

“…I don’t think so.”

Yumari, throwing a lightning-infused punch, muttered those words as she was clearing out the remnants of the Western Revolutionary Army from the north side.

“Among those who retreated to the orphanage, at least two of them are strong enough to react to our movements.”

“Plus they’re completely insane, they’ll press the detonator at the slightest provocation.”

Hongwol, whose hair had been slightly singed by the Western Revolutionary Army’s self-destruction attack, said those words with a dissatisfied expression.

Hongwol, pressing down her frizzy hair, looked at the orphanage where the Western Revolutionary Army had fled.

“Looks like we’ll have to maintain a standoff for now. Otherwise, those children will be in danger. They always do this in movies, right? Where a government negotiator negotiates with the terrorists.”

Leffrey, hearing that, shook his head.

“…The Superhuman Management Bureau doesn’t negotiate with terrorists. That’s why there are so many casualties every single time.”

“And we can't even complain about it. If we do, we’ll just be beaten up with batons.”

It couldn’t be helped. It was a time where human life was cheap. It was a time where karma flowed towards darkness.

“This can’t be happening…….”

He thought everything would be fine.

That he would save countless innocent lives, gain a lot of Angelic Power, and get a good score on his midterm… He thought it would be a lucky day.

The Superhuman Management Bureau’s Special Task Force had begun to surround the orphanage. Seeing that, the remnants of the Western Revolutionary Army began preparing for self-destruction.

‘They’ll detonate themselves the moment the Special Task Force enters. If that orphanage explodes, then just how many children…’

The Special Task Force, oblivious to Leffrey’s worry, attached wires to the roof, preparing for a raid. The situation was tense.

Leffrey, without a second thought, concentrated the Light of the Ruling Archangel that Illuminates the World in his right hand.

The light that illuminates the world, he restricted it to only illuminate inorganic matter. Then going from the light that only illuminates inorganic matter to a light that only illuminates circuits…

To then a light that only burns circuits.

“Light of the Ruling Archangel That Illuminates Circuits.”

At that moment, all the electronic devices in the vicinity of the orphanage malfunctioned. Not just malfunctioned, they were completely destroyed.

It was similar to the phenomenon known as an EMP.

Of course, it wasn't like an EMP where a nuclear bomb detonates and the resulting shockwave fries electronics, but its effect was superior to that of an EMP.

And the terrorists’ detonators were wireless devices that used circuits. Naturally, they were affected by the EMP.

While the terrorists were busy fiddling with their now-disabled detonators, an angel entered dramatically, shattering a window.

And the angel muttered,

“Martial Arts of the Archangel who Tramples Bad Guys.”

Leffrey used the Fairy Martial Arts to dash without a sonic boom while still moving faster than the speed of sound, and he took down the terrorists with precise movements.

It took him ten seconds to subdue the terrorists who had occupied the orphanage. And nine of those seconds were spent dealing with the woman who seemed to be their leader.

‘She's strong…’

Leffrey, after finally knocking down the leader of the Western Revolutionary Army, looked at the crying children and shouted,

“Is anyone hurt?”

“Ugh…”

“Mmm…”

There were many injured. All of them were the ones the Leffrey had beaten up, though.

“You fucking dogs of the superhuman warlords. A Central Superhuman Academy student.”

The leader of the Western Revolutionary Army, still conscious, looked at Leffrey and cursed,

“A child like you would never understand. The sublimity of democracy? Just how free the country called South Korea once was?”

“…South Korea was destroyed before I was even born.”

Leffrey muttered, his voice filled with bitterness.

In this era where superhumans casually destroy entire nations, did she really think that something as naive as democracy could be achieved?

Just like how communism, an ideology that was good only in theory, inevitably collapsed, so did democracy, an ideology that was good only in theory.

Leffrey, who had never voted in his life, couldn’t understand why these terrorists were willing to risk their lives for such ideals.

“You were born a superhuman, so you’ll never understand the struggles of ordinary people.”

“…I know.”

Leffrey slowly approached the leader of the Western Revolutionary Army.

‘This makes me look like the bad guy. You guys are just terrorists…’

Leffrey bit his lip.

“I know how hard it is. And I know you were wrong to take the children hostage.”

“Haha, children? Those children who will grow up to become slaves for the rich and the superhumans, for them dying might even be a blessing.”

“……!”

Thud—Leffrey’s chop knocked out the leader of the Western Revolutionary Army. Leffrey, clutching his sore arm, muttered with a hint of annoyance,

“…And you’re a strong superhuman yourself.”

[Saving the children is an angelic act!]

[You have gained Angelic Power.]

And he gained Angelic Power. But he didn't get any Angelic Power for defeating the leader of the Western Revolutionary Army. That can’t be right.

To think that subduing such a villain wouldn't even be considered an angelic act.

‘This is strange.’

As Leffrey finished subduing the terrorists, the Special Task Force of the Superhuman Management Bureau finally began to enter.

The members of the Special Task Force glared at the Leffrey who had caused trouble last time, then walked past him with a look of annoyance.

“Tsk, because of this little brat, everything’s been completely messed up.”

“Squad leader, that’s classified information.”

“I know.”

Just what is classified.

Leffrey’s heart was filled with unease.

And then came a message that made him even more uneasy.

[Temporarily preventing the massacre of thousands is an angelic act!]

[You have gained Angelic Power.]

Leffrey rubbed his eyes. He checked the message again, just to make sure he hadn’t misread it.

‘Temporarily prevented? Wasn’t the Western Revolutionary Army was completely destroyed?’

Leffrey hurriedly asked his heroes,

“Mari, is the Western Revolutionary Army’s headquarters completely destroyed?”

“Yes, the Superhuman Management Bureau agents are currently making arrests right now.”

“Wol?”

"I've caught every single one of those who tried to escape."

And then, without being asked, Soya added.

“What, are you doubting my barrier magic?”

The Western Revolutionary Army had undoubtedly been completely destroyed by the heroes’ actions. Then why was the massacre not over yet?

Leffrey, unable to grasp the situation, gave a blessing to the orphanage teacher who was bowing to him in gratitude and left.

There was still a massacre that needed to be stopped.