An Angel Lives in the Academy
Chapter 189: The Angel Who Receives Observation Class (12)

Simulacrum.

A copy so real that it’s more real than the original.

A replication so true to the original that it makes the original itself false, taking its place.

Such a copy could only be created by technology that transcends dimensions, or by magic that has reached its peak.

A copy created in such a way is no different from the real thing.

Not just its appearance, but its behavior, speech patterns, small unconscious habits, and even greater aspects like the person's tastes and attributes.

Everything would be so identical to the original that the copy would be indistinguishable from the real thing.

Yes.

A copy that’s completely identical to the original.

Leffrey looked at ‘him,’ who had been summoned. The man who looked a little older than in the boy’s memories, Leffrey’s father muttered, unable to hide his confusion.

“Wh-Where am I?”

However, other than seeming a little older, his appearance was mostly unchanged.

The gold necklace from his memories, the tattoos peeking through his sleeves, and still adorning himself with luxury brands as always.

And judging by his sunken eyes, it seemed he was still doing ‘drugs’.

Perhaps because the drug’s effects hadn’t yet worn off completely, he couldn’t see Leffrey, who was standing a short distance away.

At that moment, the sound of crying came from somewhere.

*Sob—sob—*

The cries of a child hiding under the sofa.

*Sob—sob—*

The sound of that child trying to hold back tears while tightly covering his mouth.

It was a sound that he couldn't forget, like a lullaby he had heard just before falling asleep.

*Thump—thump—*

Leffrey felt his heart beating slowly.

Normally, when one is excited, their heart races, and if they lose control of their emotions and go berserk, their heart should likewise race uncontrollably.

But when you desperately want to kill someone.

Your heart beats slowly.

Very slowly.

Like the heart of a boy frozen by a witch's hand.

“Damn it, I was definitely told it would be safe. Damn it! Did you just sit still until I was dragged to a place like this after taking all the money?”

Look around- Look around-

“Doorman! Come out here, Doorman!”

Hearing the man shouting in bewilderment, Leffrey organized his thoughts without making any expression.

What if he had shown remorse.

What if he had shown a face filled with fear when seeing him.

Or…

No, it was all meaningless.

‘As expected, this method was too much.’

It wasn't for no reason that Gori had said this method bordered on suicide. Leffrey, realizing this, nodded.

‘I have to get rid of this simulacrum before it gets worse and go meet Gori again.’

Leffrey, taking out Flabellum from his pocket, fell into thought.

‘Does that kid have another method? Or should I really just erase my memories?’

Erasing memories. Just how many memories would he lose.

Would he lose everything that happened after he was reborn as Leffrey? Or would he forget one of those three girls, Mari, Soya, and Hongwol?

‘Maybe that’s for the best.’

Leffrey nodded again.

‘If I become a fallen angel, those who trusted me will be hurt.’

*Clench*—Imagining that scene, Leffrey’s fists clenched tightly. The hand gripping the handle turned white.

‘That must never happen.’

And that’s why Leffrey’s been trying to distance himself from them. That's why he had asked Gori, an outsider, rather than those girls for help with this matter.

Because he didn't want to hurt anyone he had become close to in this life.

Not falling was the best option, but he knew that wasn’t possible in this world. , so if he were to fall, he wanted none of his friends to know about it, and if he was doomed to fall, he didn't want to drag anyone down with him.

That was Leffrey’s wish.

Before he knew it, Leffrey was standing at a close distance to the simulacrum.

The simulacrum, only then noticing Leffrey, was startled and looked at the boy with strange eyes.

“A girl? No, a boy? Or… a sophisticated doll?”

The simulacrum took a step back as it opened its mouth.

“No, no. You are. Yes, you’re.”

The simulacrum seemed to remember Leffrey's face, his shoulders twitching as it spoke.

“You, you. You’re that.”

“That what? What am I?”

“That, my son.”

“…I’m not your son.”

To think such cold words could come out of himself.

Leffrey, not even surprised by his own coldness, curled his lips into a sneer.

“I’m the demon who’s going to drag you to hell.”

“No wait, what are you saying. Ki, kiddo. Have you forgotten me?”

Why does a demon become a demon.

Some say that a person becomes a demon because life is too sweet, while others say that when a person despairs and falls endlessly into a place with no light, they turn into a demon.

However, it’s a well-known fact to most,

The origin of demons that most people know is.

Fallen Angels.

It’s an accepted theory that fallen angels become demons.

[Demonic power is reacting.]

[Dark karma is reacting.]

An angel wielding dark karma.

That is none other than a demon.

The pinnacle of evil.

Leffrey’s Silver Shoes began to turn black.

“Have you forgotten how close your mom and I were?”

The white uniform of the Central Academy began to turn black.

“I provided that stupid woman with a place to live and even gave her spending money sometimes.”

And his golden hair, once the color of the morning sun, now began to radiate the dark light of midnight.

“Sure, we fought sometimes, but that’s how adults are. You know that, since you're old enough now.”

That one-sided violence and insults.

And the nights of brutal lust.

Leffrey recalled the memories of that time, a time without a single ray of light, and smiled once again.

“I know. I remember everything.”

“No. I, I might have been a bit harsh back then, but I was young.”

“I was even younger.”

Seeing the tears welling up in the simulacrum’s eyes, Leffrey couldn’t help but smile even more cruelly.

“This is fun.”

Though it was only a simulacrum, it was so much fun to scare someone.

What an amazing discovery.

“This kind of thing, it’s so much fun.”

To think he only now discovered something this enjoyable.

He was truly Leffrey, the Loss Angel, for having wasted half his life not knowing this joy.

It would be a waste to end such a fun game so quickly.

Should he make this even more terrifying.

Should he make this even more painful.

Should he drive him even deeper into despair.

Leffrey slowly approached the simulacrum while indulging in all sorts of dark fantasies that an angel should never contemplate.

In some cultures, when a conversation stops and suddenly silence flows, they say the reason is because a ghost passed by at that moment.

When a very scary ghost passes by, even if a person can't recognize it, the soul inside the person's body recognizes the ghost and trembles in fear, they're unable to speak.

“Uh, ugh.”

For the same reason,

The conversation between Leffrey and the simulacrum had to stop.

“Ugh, uuuugh!”

Fear.

The fear itself created by the hostility emitted by a transcendent being.

Leffrey felt a little disappointed, seeing the simulacrum convulsing as if having a seizure.

“You’re too weak. I haven't even started anything yet.”

And no matter how perfect this simulacrum was, the fact that it’s ultimately a fake made this even more boring for Leffrey.

“Then, I just need to bring the real one, right?”

Impossible.

In this room, which had recreated the properties of Heaven's sanctuary, to summon something from outside this space was an impossible feat.

It was absolutely impossible unless it was a being capable of single-handedly destroying heaven and changing the very color of this world.

Only the Demon King.

It was only possible for the fallen archangel known as the Demon King.

[Demonic power is reacting.]

[Dark karma is reacting.]

Leffrey smiled, feeling the overflowing power from deep within. Such a tremendous power. A power that made all the Angelic Power he had accumulated through good deeds seem meaningless.

[Angelic Power is being eroded.]

[Angelic Power is being eroded.]

[Angelic Power is being eroded.]

[Angelic Power is being eroded.]

With this much power, he could defeat even Park Jin-ho.

Lusa could obviously be defeated too.

No, even if all the professors attacked at once, he had no confidence in losing.

Such a powerful force.

“The very power of this world itself.”

Feeling the dark karma bubbling up over his white hands, Leffrey realized he had acquired a new ability.

And Leffrey clasped his hands as if in prayer.

To summon that being he so deeply despised to this place.

Wind began to blow in a place where no wind should exist.

Leffrey's black hair fluttered, and his dark sleeves swayed along with it.

“Angelic Ability activation.”

Leffrey murmured in a smooth voice.

“Authority of the Fallen Archangel that Rules the Darkness.”

As if he could hear an evil laughter from somewhere in his ears.

[Finally, finally my kin, my cute Leffrey.]

As if he could hear the voice of the one who darkens the world from the deepest abyss.

[Has begun to realize the true nature of this world.]

Leffrey found this situation so amusing and exhilarating that he couldn't help but begin the summoning ritual.

[My little Leffrey.]

Thus.

[I…]

[I will come to take care of you.]

The summoning began.

* * *

A splitting sensation as if her head was being torn in half. Soya could only widen her eyes at this unfamiliar feeling.

“Dan, dangerous.”

Seeing Soya suddenly trembling, Hongwol also sensed that something was terribly wrong.

“…Something has gone wrong, boy.”

A terrible sensation that would make anyone who could sense karma want to run away immediately was cruelly assaulting the two girls.

Hyaaaak……!”

“Ugh, hic. Ughk.”

That something that could only be called the essence of darkness. That was slowly approaching someone who resembled itself far too closely.

A being that decides the fate of the world.

Evil harboring infinite malice.

Was slowly crawling up to the surface.

Killing intent powerful enough to kill a superhuman through shock alone seeped out through the gaps of Lecture Hall 2.

And that killing intent was gradually, gradually getting thicker.

Tears welled up in Soya’s eyes, and even Hongwol lowered her ears, hunching her body as she stepped back.

“Soya, a hero means, someone who is brave.”

Hero (Brave Warrior).

Brave warrior. It means that courage is the most important quality needed to face the demon king.

“We, we have to, be brave…!”

Opening the door would mean facing 'that.'

They probably wouldn't survive if they did.

But if they couldn’t open the door, then ‘that’ would be completely summoned.

And if that happened, the world would be destroyed.

“Idiot.”

Soya wiped away her tears and muttered.

“In magical studies, a hero is.”

Soya tried to form hand seals.

But her hands were trembling as if she were holding a power drill, and for no reason her breathing became too rapid to chant spells.

“Someone that changes this world. Not some brave person or anything…”

Could they defeat the demon king?

No, no. Absolutely impossible.

It was something with zero possibility.

‘A full-scale war between the demon king and humanity. Not a single victory in a hundred million simulations. The professors are completely annihilated in just one hour against the full-powered demon king, and even when combined with all other powerful beings, they couldn’t endure for more than two hours.’

Soya’s logical reasoning strongly suggested that they had to run away now if they wanted to live.

‘Just the two of us couldn't even defeat Ormantor. Then obviously we can't defeat the Demon King.’

I have to run away.

‘And if you add a rampaging Leffrey to the mix. The chances of victory, the chances…’

I want to run away.

‘The odds of winning…’

But still.

“What? A hero is a brave person? That doesn't make sense…”

Soya’s white fingers danced, forming hand seals. Calmly completing the hand seals for a certain spell.

“Even if that’s the case.”

Soya said while wiping her tears.

“Just for today, I'll admit that you were right…!”