I Got a Fake Job at the Academy
Chapter 525

Magic power like pink petals bloomed and scattered.

Small and fluttering as they dispersed, the sight was even beautiful at first glance.

While one might be captivated by this spectacle, no one would think it dangerous but the Dream's servant who took the form of a boy, Déjà vu of the prophetic dream, was not deceived by that beauty.

With steps that didn't match his small frame, bouncing vigorously, hopping like a rabbit, Déjà vu completely avoided Elisa's petals.

"Are you going to keep slipping away like a loach?"

Elisa, wrapped in enormous magical power, extended her hand toward Déjà vu.

Following that gesture, a pink magic sphere was shot out at length.

Déjà vu, with eyes closed, did a back tumbling without even looking in that direction.

The magic that landed on the ground expanded enormously after exceeding its critical point.

Even amid the aftermath of the magic spreading like a massive hemisphere, Déjà vu was perfectly fine without any damage.

A wrinkle formed between Elisa's smooth brows.

'Even if he avoided a direct hit, to have no damage to this extent.'

Those nimble movements seem to be merely toying with us.

It seems to prove that he wouldn't be affected no matter what kind of attack he receives.

'No, more than that, how is he dodging with his eyes closed?'

For Elisa, it was behavior in a realm that was completely incomprehensible.

From the beginning until now this boy who introduced himself as Déjà vu had never opened his eyes.

Is there some kind of magical reason for keeping his eyes closed?

Even if he couldn't see with his eyes, it wouldn't be strange if his other senses were extraordinarily enhanced.

'If that's the case.'

Elisa decided to change her approach.

If moderate power doesn't work, then stronger output.

If he tries to dodge without looking, then a range so wide it's impossible to avoid.

Elisa raised her right hand.

Above it, enormous magical power gathered like a whirlpool, forming a massive sphere.

The boy, Déjà vu, shed tears between his closed eyes watching this sight.

[It's sad. That you continue such meaningless resistance. Why do you try to go against the predetermined order?]

"Done talking? Now it's time for your punishment."

Elisa threw the sphere where she had maximized her magical power.

Suddenly, she remembered something Caroline had said long ago.

-Really, everyone in the world is an idiot.

-My, why are you suddenly using such crude language?

-When there are only people without discerning eyes, how can I speak properly? They all arbitrarily call me things like tyrant and whatnot, anyway it's only those who don't know anything that say such things.

Caroline spoke to Elisa with a sullen face.

-The real 'tyrant' is actually you, not me.

What did she reply then?

Did she play dumb saying when did she ever do that, or did she tease Caroline for that attitude?

Ah. She remembered.

She nodded at those words and simply smiled.

The pink sphere of magic fell toward Déjà vu like a meteor.

Pure magic that directly applied Elisa Willow's own magical power, rather than elemental attribute magic.

[Falling Star Illuminating]

It was an attack with massive output that completely annihilated a portion of the Silent Forest at the beginning of the semester.

An even stronger and faster magic was fired in a straight line toward Déjà vu.

[This is dangerous.]

Until now, Déjà vu had focused only on evasion, as if toying with all of Elisa's magic, but this one was different.

The enormous pink sphere flying toward him was so powerful it could be felt even beyond the darkness-covered vision.

It was incomprehensible how a human who couldn't even handle dream force could unleash magic of this magnitude in Dreamland.

Moreover, considering that this had even less power than what could be displayed in the outside real world, the pure magical caliber possessed by this person called Elisa Willow could be said to transcend humanity without exaggeration.

[So this is the Lexer grade that reached the pinnacle of magicians in the outside world.]

"You say nice things. But that won't make me go easy on you."

That was what Elisa said after hearing Déjà vu's muttering.

By now the enormous sphere of magic had approached within arm's reach.

Dodging was impossible.

Even if he tried to dodge, he would be immediately caught in the explosion when that sphere burst.

[In that case, I have no choice.]

Déjà vu muttered that and opened his closed eyes.

Déjà vu's pupils were clear and transparent like carved glass.

What reflected on those retinas was the intense color of pink magic but the moment that color disappeared from his pupils.

The [Falling Star Illuminating] magic that Elisa had fired also disappeared with it.

"What?"

Even Elisa couldn't help but be surprised that her ultimate attack had been blocked.

It wasn't overwhelmed by sheer force.

The way it disappeared like a mirage could only be seen as something close to a miracle.

"What did you...?"

[Personally, I didn't want to use this kind of authority.]

Déjà vu's transparent pupils captured Elisa's form.

Just as her image was about to disappear from his retinas.

"Principal! It's dangerous!"

Along with someone's shout, a huge shadow swallowed Déjà vu's body.

Although it was almost like an ambush while he was focused on Elisa right now Déjà vu turned his head to look at his attacker as if he had already known this would happen.

-Screech!

The moment the steam golem throwing its huge fist touched Déjà vu's gaze, it disappeared like a mirage.

The characteristic that Déjà vu of prophetic dreams possessed was seeing the future.

More precisely, it was observing the flow of countless mental aggregates and combining those elements to predict what would happen in the near future.

Being able to dodge Elisa's attacks without even looking was a choice he could make because he had seen a dangerous future.

Déjà vu's power, now fully unleashing the dream force, was realizing the future he drew exactly as imagined.

Both Elisa's magic and the steam golem before his eyes.

He could erase them just by imagining a future where they didn't exist.

[Oh dear.]

While it seemed like an impossible ability at first glance, Déjà vu sighed seeing the near future.

Behind the vanished steam golem, he could see another steam golem approaching.

Not just one.

Two, three. The numbers were continuously increasing in real time.

Déjà vu's gaze turned toward a man beyond the golems.

He was a man with a plump build and gentle features.

One of Theon’s new teachers and an instructor of golem creation, Bruno.

While he had an ambiguous position and faint presence within Theon, Déjà vu didn't think of him that way at all.

That man was, in fact, the most dangerous existence in this place right now.

* * *

[Huaaaaargh!!]

The Giant Warrior let out an anger-filled roar but Clara Cowen faced such a Giant Warrior with an even more subdued gaze.

It wasn't the first time the creature had let out such a roar since their initial clash, but.

This one was particularly emotional and passionate.

[Lucid! For you to go like this! This is truly lamentable!]

Endless tears flowed from the enormous face.

Due to its large size, even the tears gushed like streams.

Seeing that reaction, it seemed a comrade had been defeated.

'That means, someone fought and won.'

Suddenly, the image of one person flashed through Clara's mind.

‘Rudger Chelici.’

She thought that child with his unique power would be more than capable of such a feat.

And one thing that could be known for certain:

"So you're not invincible after all."

Clara pointed her staff.

The dream power that burst from the tip of her staff struck the Giant Warrior’s face.

More precise and powerful than before, half of the Giant Warrior's face was blown away.

It was a truly fatal blow but the Giant Warrior didn't fall.

As its wobbling body regained balance, the half-blown face regenerated in an instant.

The restored face twisted with rage.

[Human! Did you think you could defeat me with just that much!]

The Giant Warrior who had stopped crying glared at Clara as if to kill her.

[I am Undying of the Death Dream! My authority bestowed in this Dreamland is 'immortality'! No matter what attack you make, I will never die!]

There seemed to be no lie in those words declared firmly.

In fact, even when half its face was blown away, didn't it regenerate right away?

[What awaits at the end of this fight is, ultimately, only your destruction!]

Undying clenched his fist tightly.

Just as he was about to thrust that fist, Clara's dream power struck the fist.

There was no collision.

Rather, Clara's dream magic crawled up the fist like a snake and turned one of Undying's arms into a rag.

[Uoooooh! It hurts!]

But before that cry even ended, the tattered arm regenerated.

[Too bad! No matter how many times you attack, it's useless!]

He tried to grab Clara with the regenerated arm, but she easily slipped between his fingers with light flight.

[You slippery eel!]

"You're noisy. I'm old but not deaf, so please speak more quietly."

[You say I'm noisy?!]

Undying got angry but Clara shot dream power again and struck Undying's opposite arm.

[Gaah! I told you it's useless!]

"You say that, yet you still cry out in pain."

Clara aimed her dream power at Undying's legs.

The energy twisted into a double helix like a rope became a huge spear and struck the tip of his toes.

Undying lifted his leg in pain, and at that timing, the ground under the opposite leg rippled.

-Boom.

The massive body lost balance and fell.

Undying tried to say it was useless several times, but Clara continued her attacks as if she didn't want to hear those words.

Until now it had been just a clash of power against power, but this time was different.

She peeled the skin, cut through muscle fibers, and aimed for vital points.

Undying instinctively felt something from these attacks that were completely different from before.

[You. Could it be...?]

"You may not die, but you still feel pain continuously."

Clara Cowen's faintly open eyes glowed coldly.

"An immortal body is eternal. But let's see how long a mind experiencing countless pains can stay sane?"

She was an old woman who could be crushed instantly if grabbed with one hand.

But to Undying, Clara looked particularly enormous at this moment.

* * *

[So Lucid was defeated?]

Syndrome of Pressure Dream let out a clicking laugh inside his helmet.

[Tsk. If only she had yielded the nearby prey to me, she wouldn't have experienced such a thing. Her greed invited disaster.]

Then words of provocation flew toward Syndrome.

"Hey. Did you come to talk to yourself? If so, just leave. What are you trying to do without even fighting?"

[Shut up, human. If I had wanted to, you would have already been torn apart by my hands. The fact that hasn't happened is purely due to my mercy, so be grateful.]

"This is truly a preposterous fellow."

Having his stealth exposed outright and then speaking nothing but mental gymnastics.

The arrogant attitude of naturally looking down on us is also displeasing.

Though he seems quite special, haven't we not properly fought yet?

Yet Syndrome seemed confident in his victory.

Although Alex usually diffused things with laughter, now he couldn't help but feel extremely displeased.

Although he dropped out of military academy and had no self-awareness as a knight, he too was someone who fought wielding a sword.

Already irritated about companions falling into this world, and now this subordinate of the mastermind behind all this openly looks down on them.

Like Alex, everyone felt anger and irritation at that arrogant behavior.

[Hooh? Hehehe.]

Seeing the naturally rising spirit, Syndrome let out a low laugh.

[So you finally hasten your doom. Fine. Though displeasing, since a fellow called comrade was defeated, I too should offer some commemoration to settle my mind.]

-Clang.

Syndrome spread both hands wide and the blades split at his fingertips glinted ominously in the light.

[One of Lord Nirva's servants, Syndrome of Pressure Dream. I shall grant you an excellent sleep paralysis.]

Syndrome's form hazily disappeared in mid-air.

Like seeing a desert mirage, not just his appearance but even his presence couldn't be felt.

It was a stealth ability that blocks all five senses, however there were people who responded to that, two of them, in fact.

Alex and Pantos instinctively attacked toward where Syndrome would be.

Alex's sword and Pantos' fist were blocked by empty air.

[Impressive.]

Syndrome, who blocked both people's attacks with his arms, let out admiration from inside his helmet.

[It wasn't just luck that you saw through my stealth, was it? But you were careless. To close the distance with me.]

Syndrome's two unusually long arms with nails grown long at their ends moved like a dance as countless slashing attacks were aimed at Pantos and Alex as they moved brilliantly.

Since the attacks seemed limp, they would focus lightly on defense but Syndrome aimed for that part.

Though his characteristic was excellent stealth, his main power was handling dream power.

Deep purple gathered at the tips of his nails.

Slashing attacks that would definitely cut through anything they touched.

In terms of cutting power, Syndrome boasted the strongest force among the five servants.

-Clang!

[What?]

But the moment his dream-coated nails were blocked by Alex's sword, Syndrome felt something was wrong.

[How can a mere human...?]

Toward Syndrome who couldn't understand what was happening, Alex threw a sneer.

"I heard on the way here. You use some special power called dream force. How should I put it, a power that responds to imagination and mind? Indeed it's sharp. Must be a power that cuts through anything."

[Even so, blocking this is...]

For the first time, Syndrome showed confusion at words that nakedly penetrated the characteristics of this dream power.

"What are you saying? What fool in the world would think their own sword would break?"