The Reincarnate Became a Professor at the Academy

It felt strange.

That was the thought Yoo Eunchae had.

The magic formula written by Han Seojin.

She couldn't grasp it.

Yet, ironically, she was also seized by a contradictory feeling.

'It's…incredibly easy to understand.'

This was because he had explained it in very simple terms.

Hence, the confusion.

Typically, to simplify something so complex indicated a deep mastery of the subject.

'I didn't realize, given our excessive training.'

In the realm of magic, he could be considered a truly singular entity.

'This seems somewhat challenging.'

Grasping this magic immediately wasn't straightforward.

She was aware of his goodwill towards her.

But that goodwill wasn't solely for her.

It seemed as though he was repaying a debt to someone else by assisting Yoo Eunchae.

Thus, to win him over to her side.

She had to demonstrate.

That she, as an individual.

'Is worthy of being a disciple.'

Yet, it was challenging.

Her knowledge had its limits.

Then.

'I must surpass my limits.'

That was her conclusion.

But in essence, it involved leveraging her Unique Trait.

Her Unique Trait was, without a doubt, the most suitable skill for her in this new world, inhabited by individuals with remarkable abilities and powers.

'Not to use it would be unwise.'

All-Seeing Eyes.

She activated the eyes that could see through everything.

This, too, was her most formidable weapon.

A weapon that had already begun to evolve, enabling her survival in this world.

Crackling.

Flames ignited.

Crimson flames ignited in her eyes, capturing the essence of the sunset sky.

'Oh.'

All-Seeing Eyes.

These eyes, literally allowing her to see through everything, brought her closest to the correct answers.

'That's mostly correct.'

Thus, Yoo Eunchae could perceive many things.

Though the game and reality differed, these eyes significantly bridged the gap, allowing her to excel in theoretical classes without the need for study.

But this… what her eyes revealed was a slightly different matter.

[Improved formula of the former Purple Tower Master.]

That's what it said.

"It can't be."

Professor Alves muttered in a dazed voice, as if his astonishment was akin to discovering a method to bake a stone into a superconductor.

He looked at the blackboard, true to his nature of preferring classical methods, he eschewed holograms in favor of chalk and board.

It was also a downside of Professor Alves, who insisted on using a chalkboard for writing and explaining magical formulas.

"What, what is this? This, this is strange?"

"What's strange?"

"This can't be possible…"

Not everyone in magical studies is a mage. Fundamentally, magical studies teach how to interact with mages, though most students are mages themselves. Some, however, pursue warrior professions. Yet, even they sense something amiss.

Screech.

The chalk moves unhesitatingly, tracing the magical formula. As it unfolds, the students, including him and his graduate students—whom he jokingly calls his slaves—groaned.

'This is.'

A clichéd phrase, yet no other words come to mind. This formula seems to outright deny all common knowledge up to now.

'It doesn't make sense.'

Strange.

The first Purple Tower Master.

The Tower is known as the Seven Colored Towers in the magical world, with the Purple Tower being the most revered.

However, that does not diminish the significance of the Purple Tower. It is one of the very special towers, respected by everyone in the magical world and known for its 'destructive' effect in wars.

And the one who established the Purple Tower, the first Purple Tower Master, is very famous. He is the first to have killed the Demon King alone before the story progresses in the game universe.

'He really is an unbelievable man.'

Demon King Slayer.

That title is not one a human can bear lightly.

Demon King.

Beasts that defy the natural order.

Each one is an entity that seems impossible for humans to defeat.

Despite being considered the most cowardly and weakest among them, the Insect Dragon King remained a formidable Demon King. Yet, the Purple Tower Master managed to kill him alone?

Just for that, it wouldn't be strange for the first Purple Tower Master to be respected.

Of course, when he died, what could be called his proprietary magic formulas were all lost.

'How do you have it?'

He was her master, but she was curious about that.

No, nothing strange there.

He had mastered the Glacial Heavenly Moon and possessed the original magic formula that could be considered its source.

The same goes for the Brilliant Blazing Fire.

When using the Glacial Heavenly Moon, seeing him enveloped in flames suggested he might have mastered that as well.

And.

Perhaps he also possessed the magic formula that would earn him the title of [Duke of Destruction].

However, there is one concern.

'The title of Heavenly Demon is somewhat possible, but…'

About a year later.

A being rumored to have inherited the essence of magic appears.

She calls herself Genius Mage or for short, Heavenly Demon, though she's considered crazy.

But her knowledge and curiosity about magic and related subjects are unrivaled on Earth.

She invents a formula.

And the magic industry was turned on its head.

Because modifying parts of the magic formula resulted in at least a 20% difference in efficiency.

It was an event that shook the magic industry, so Yoonchae remembers it too.

That formula is vastly different from the one her master is using now.

As different as heaven and earth.

The problem is,

'The problem is that the level of the formula used by the master is as high as the difference between heaven and earth.'

Because she has entered the world of magic, she knows.

This will cause a tremendous upheaval unlike any before.

If the efficiency of the formula created by the genius mage is 20%.

This one yields an efficiency of at least 60%.

So, one thought kept coming to mind.

Whether he could like her.

'Is it possible.'

That thought lingered in her head for a long time.

"Oh no."

Thud.

The chalk halted at the blackboard's edge, clearly due to a lack of space.

Really, who decided on using something as archaic as a blackboard?

We're in an era where holograms are embedded into watches and used like cell phones.

This is undoubtedly the professor's fault for clinging to something from a bygone era.

'Still, I wonder if this is good enough.'

Pretending to be a mage, he gazed at the blackboard with fiery eyes, as if he didn't want to miss a single letter.

"Why, why did you stop?"

"Hm?"

"Why have you stopped?"

The manner of speaking shifted to formal speech, characteristic of the race known as mages. Immersed in their magic studies, they often lack social skills, resembling hikikomoris. They're full of arrogance without any real substance.

'Mages are not normal, after all.'

Just like the pro gamers or novelists from my first life, except for me. I smiled faintly.

"I'll have to stop here due to the lack of space."

"What!?"

Professor Alves bit his tongue in surprise. Well, who insisted on using such an outdated tool? I put down the chalk without any regret and stepped outside.

'I got the gist of it.'

The academy's level was trivial. There was nothing here for me to learn, given that I'm already perfect in both magic and martial arts.

"Let's go."

"Okay."

Yoo Eunchae packed her bag and approached me.

"Did you understand?"

"Yes, but there was something about the fireball technique I didn't get just now."

At Yoo Eunchae's words, I widened my eyes in surprise. I had hoped for understanding, but I didn't expect actual comprehension.

"Hehe, I'm this good."

"…You're smarter than I thought?"

"Smarter than you thought? There are more definitive compliments, you know!"

But she wasn't quite there yet.

"How was the class?"

"Pathetic. The level needs to be raised, not just a little… but several times over."

"Is that so? I'm sorry, but we are currently matching instructors to the highest standard."

The real standard, however…

"Because the Tower of Mages doesn't really want to come out to places like this."

"…That makes sense."

After all, it's amusing to think those hikikomori guys would come out to teach others.

"So, what I'm suggesting is, how about you try being an instructor?"

"…Instructor?"

"Yes, it'll grant you the highest authority."

"You'll do it. You'll definitely do it!"

"Who are you to interfere?"

Seojin grabbed Yoo Eunchae's cheek, attempting to butt in, and pushed her away.

"No, it's different for an academy professor! You have to become one by any means necessary."

"What's there?"

"There are tremendous benefits!"

"What are they?"

Though I'm not really curious.

"Professor, professor."

I closed my eyes and pondered.

I probably wouldn't have been interested if it were my second life.

The same goes for the third.

But now, in my fourth life, I felt a bit intrigued.

'…Could it be that I'm tired?'

I questioned myself.

My second life.

I lived, obsessed with magic.

My third life.

I lived, obsessed with martial arts.

The very first life was the same.

I was obsessed with games and didn't pay much attention to the rest.

The only thing I might have paid attention to was, perhaps, the main girl of my first life.

But that was short-lived. All combined, it didn't even make 50 years.

'Huh.'

I laughed hollowly to myself then.

The fact that I was thinking about it proved that I was exhausted.

I looked at Yoo Eunchae.

I was deliberately ignoring someone who seemed to be up to something.

Though I made the excuse of meeting the Duke of Extermination.

What I really wanted wasn't that.

'I'm tired.'

I closed my eyes for a moment.

I decided.

'Let's do it.'

A professorship isn't too bad.

Of course, given my personality, I won't live quietly.

The students? I'll roll them all over.

The parents might complain, but eventually, the students will want to roll on their own.

Because I'm someone who can raise their level tremendously.

"I have prepared the compensation."

"No need…no, wait."

"Are you really going to teach?"

"I'll give it a try."

Saying so, I made a few requests to Abel.

"It's not that difficult."

The educational level isn't great, but the resources themselves are exceptional, aren't they?

"Is the teaching method of this school similar to that of a high school?"

"No, it's more akin to that of an elementary school. Except for a few subjects, one professor manages the students."

Is it Albestron, Albesro, or something, a guest lecturer?

"Ah, but just to let you know, we won't take many students."

"How many are you thinking?"

"Ten at most?"

"Hmm, that's a bit few."

"And I'd like to take one student with me."

"Who?"

"Nam Hyerin."

"…It seems you've taken a liking to the Sword Monster. But if you're going to force magic on her like what Yoo Eunchae did, saying she's more suited for magic than swords, we can't help you."

At Abel's words, I looked at Yoo Eunchae.

"Are you some kind of grandmaster?"

"…No, really, magic suits me better!"

"Sigh."

My head hurts.

To think my disciple is such a troublemaker.

"There's no such thing. I was planning to teach martial arts as well."

"Martial arts… too?"

"Yes."

"Then, I'm the first student, right?"

"Do whatever you want."

I said, looking at Yoo Eunchae.

"By the way, you know that training starts today, right?"

"Yes, I, student Yoo Eunchae, will listen carefully to what teacher Han Seojin says."

"Quiet. Since training starts today, bring the iron ring."

"…As I said before, I'm a mage, you know?"

"Do mages not die when stabbed in the heart?"

"Sniff."

"Don't worry, I'll do it too."

It's time to move on to the next stage.

I feel the magic settling in my heart to some extent.

I felt his martial arts firmly take root in my dantian.

If that's the case.

'The Unique Traits present in this world.'

It's time to learn about the power known as traits.