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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 282: Earth (5)

Chapter 282: Earth (5)

Year⁠‍‍ 2023.

China⁠‌‍ declared war on​ the new Korean​⁠ government, which had⁠‍ unified the Korean‌ Peninsula as it​‍ pleased.

The​‌ pretext was the​‌‌ Sino–North Korean Mutual‍‍‍ Assistance Treaty.

Just‌‍ like the mutual​ defense treaty between⁠‌‍ South Korea and‌⁠⁠ the United States,⁠⁠ China claimed that,​⁠​ since North Korea​ had been invaded,⁠‌‌ it had to‍ intervene to help⁠⁠‍ it.

Strictly‍ speaking, it was‍ more like a coup d’état carried‌‌​ out by Park‍ Sirin, but either​ way China felt⁠⁠‌ confident.

In‌‍ Korea there were⁠ three rankers known‌⁠ as the Ten⁠ Greats, but in‍ the end they​​ were still humans.​‍‍

China​​‍ believed that, with​‍ the support of‍ its overwhelming military​ power and its​ own high-level Park‍​ Sihoo, they could‌ easily crush such⁠​ a small country.​‍⁠

— Thanks to Vladimir​ Horowitz from Russia,‍​ the attention of‌‍ the U.S. military‍‍‍ is focused there.⁠

— Our pretext is‌‍ solely the liberation‌ of North Korea.‌ If they block⁠‍ us, we won’t​ hesitate to start‍⁠‌ a nuclear war.​⁠‌

Furthermore,‍‌ there was another​ intention—getting rid of​‌ their own Park‍⁠ Sihoo.

The‍ Park Sihoo were‍ beings who surpassed⁠ humans, and high-level​‌ ones were equivalent⁠‍‍ on their own‍‌ to tens of‍⁠⁠ thousands of soldiers.‌​

But​ the Communist Party‍ did not like⁠ having such monsters‌ within the country.‌‍⁠

Some​⁠‌ were given fortunes‍⁠ and appointed to‍⁠ high-ranking Party positions​ to keep them‌‌​ under control, but‌‍ even so, no​ one could guarantee⁠ they wouldn’t rebel.‌

After⁠​​ all, the absolute‌ dictator of Russia‌​ had ended up‍ with his skull‍ split open by​​ the Russian Park‍ Sihoo, Vladimir Horowitz.‌‍

The‌ number of Park⁠​‌ Sihoo a country‌‌​ had determined its‌‍ development and its⁠⁠ future, but for⁠⁠‍ the Communist Party,​ their priority had​⁠ always been personal‌​‍ power, above national‌‌ development.

Xi​⁠⁠ Jinping did not‍ want to end‌ up torn apart‍‍ like Putin.

Thus,​ their plan to​‌‍ throw their Park‌ Sihoo into the​‍ battlefield to wear⁠‍ down and eliminate​​ that “internal threat”⁠⁠ worked too well.‌

— Huh?

Too‌⁠ well, literally.

Because​⁠⁠ all the Park‍⁠ Sihoo they sent​⁠ died.

Not​‍ only those deployed⁠ as special forces,‍‍ nor only the‌​⁠ two high-level ones‍‍​ who secretly wished⁠‌​ for Luo Yuhao⁠‌ and Huan Chong⁠⁠‍ to die—every high-level​​‌ Park Sihoo China‍‌ had was crushed‍ on the battlefield.‌⁠⁠

— Th-this can’t be…‍

And⁠​ it didn’t end‌​ there.

The‍‍‌ Northern Theater Army‍ Group advancing toward‌ Pyongyang, the aircraft​‍ carrier fleet entering‍ through the Yellow​⁠ Sea coast, and​ the hundreds of‍‍ planes taking off‍​ to bomb Seoul,⁠⁠‍

— What’s happening? Why‌ is there no‌‌ contact with the⁠ commander of the⁠ 78th Army Group?!​​‌

— The North Sea‍⁠ Fleet has disappeared!​ Even the submarines‌ stopped sending reports!​

— The planes heading‍​‍ to the peninsula—why‌ did they stop?!⁠ A malfunction? If​ not, how is‌⁠ it possible that​​ hundreds don’t move?⁠

Disappeared.‌

Not‌ “annihilated,” not “retreating”‌⁠‍ literally erased from​⁠⁠ the map.

Without‍ a doubt, the‌⁠ appearance of the‍‌⁠ Park Sihoo had​ changed modern military‍‍⁠ history.

The‌ feats these superhuman‍ individuals could perform‍ were “astonishing.”
But, in other‍ words, they were​‌ not impossible to⁠‍‌ replace.

Magic‌ could be compensated‍​ for with missiles​ and artillery.

A superhero’s physical strength⁠‍​ could be replaced‌⁠ with modern armament.‌‍

A country could defeat​‌ any Park Sihoo⁠‍ as long as⁠​ it acted with​​‍ enough power.

Or⁠ so they believed…‍‌​ until they understood.⁠​

There⁠​ existed a being‌​ whose capacity completely‍ transcended human imagination.⁠​
An existence capable‍‍​ of doing things‌‌ neither
strategists nor scientists​‌ on the planet​‍ could comprehend.

The‍​ Demon God Park‍​‌ Sirin.

The⁠​​ nuclear missile bases,⁠‌ ready for a final desperate attack,​‍‌ melted under lightning‌ storms that crossed‌ continents.

The⁠ armored groups of‍‍‍ tanks and armored‌ vehicles fused under⁠ an inferno of​‌ flames.

The‍ famous Chinese aircraft⁠‌ carrier fleet was⁠‍⁠ torn apart by​‌ a tornado.

Hundreds‌ of planes froze‍ in the sky,‌‌ turned into floating​​ “decorations” between Korea‌​ and China.

And​​​ in Beijing, Xi‍‌ Jinping and thousands​⁠ of high-ranking Communist‍ Party members were⁠‌ skinned alive.

Park‌ Sirin bound them‌​ and broadcasted to​‌⁠ all Chinese media.‌⁠

[roadcast​‍​ it live, you‌ bastards.
If you don’t,​​​ I’ll detonate a magic worse than​​‍ a nuclear bomb‌‍ in each of‍‌⁠ your megacities.]

The⁠ sole president of​‍‍ Unified Korea, Park‌‌‌ Sirin, was a lunatic completely beyond​​ scale.

She‍​ applied healing magic​‍ and awakening magic‍​⁠ to keep them⁠ alive and conscious,​​​ then lit fuses⁠⁠ in their navels‌​‌ and burned them​ alive with a curse that imposed‌ conditions.

[For⁠ every 100 million⁠‍ yuan of assets‌‍‍ — including family‍​ — the time‍​‌ increases by one‍‍ day.]

100‌ million yuan… about‍‌‌ 20 billion won.‌‌

A government official could‍‌​ never accumulate such‌‌ fortune.

One⁠⁠⁠ might think that,​⁠ even with corruption,‍‍ “two days” would⁠ already be a lot.

But‌‌​ the one who‍​ had the least​​ burned for 100‌‍ days before dying.⁠⁠

At‌⁠‍ first, Chinese citizens⁠‍ were horrified, but​‍ soon they began⁠‍‍ throwing excrement at⁠ the high-ranking officials⁠⁠ burning alive.

— Damn thieves! How⁠‌ much money did‌​‌ you steal?!

— The poorest had​​​ 10 billion? Vampires​ who drank the‌ blood of the‍ people!

To‍‌⁠ this day, Xi​​ Jinping and several​‍ dozen officials are​‍⁠ still burning.

Chinese‌​⁠ and Korean people​⁠​ online watch the‌ real-time broadcast as‍​ an ongoing spectacle.⁠

— When will Xi‌‌‍ die? Why has‌⁠ he been burning‍⁠ for 13 years?⁠‌‌

— 5,014 days so‍ far… calculated in‌​ won that’s 964.192‍⁠​ billion hahaha

— Didn’t news come​​ out 20 years‍​ ago that he‍ stole 4 quadrillion?⁠​‍

— Lol, with that‌‌‍ amount he’ll have‍⁠ to roast alive​ another 500 years⁠⁠⁠ XD

— At this point​ it’s almost admirable…​‍

Unfortunately,‍‌ the curse included‍‌‌ regeneration, so party⁠‌ members who stole‍ tens or hundreds⁠ of quadrillions would⁠‍ continue burning endlessly.‌⁠​

As‍​ a result of​​‍ the shock, uprisings‍⁠‍ exploded across all⁠ of China.

The⁠ people killed officials‍ just for being​‌⁠ officials and ran‍ the wealthy through‍ with spears.

Karl⁠​​ Marx would be‍⁠ applauding from hell—it⁠⁠ was the birth⁠ of absolute egalitarianism‍​⁠ where everyone was​ equally poor.

With‍ internal collapse, China‍ split.

Eastern‍⁠ China, supported by​ the Korean Magical‌ Empire as a puppet state.

Western⁠‌‍ China, formed by‍​ the few surviving​⁠‍ military forces from‍‍ the former eastern​​ and northern regions.‍‍

Park⁠​ Sirin said, “I​​ love China, I wish there were​‍ more Chinas.”

But⁠⁠ after seizing nearly‌⁠‌ 10,000 trillion yuan​​ confiscated from officials,‍ the people finally​ united.

A new “Imperial China”‌ was proclaimed, and‌‍‌ they devoted themselves‌⁠​ to developing a dimensional portal.

But‍‍ their mages were‍ insufficient—the high-level ones‌​ had been destroyed‍​ by the Demon⁠ God.

— I know a method.

That‌ was when the‍‍⁠ Canton Park Sihoo,​‌‌ Li Chao, appeared.⁠

In​‌ Arhan Legend of​‍‍ Heroes, he was​‍ a blood mage,‍ a dark hero–type​ class that increases‍⁠ power and followers‍‌‍ by sacrificing lives.‍​‍

— According to my⁠​ research, in human‍ blood and organs‍‌ there is a small amount of‍⁠ mana.

— This also applies⁠‍ to earthlings.

With‌‍⁠ one sentence, the​​‌ few surviving leaders‍‍ understood what he⁠‍‍ needed.

And,⁠‌​ in accordance with‌‌‍ their tradition of⁠‌ despising human life,​‌ they began offering⁠‍ sacrifices—criminals, the elderly,‍ the disabled.

The‍ most heavily sacrificed‍​‌ were Uyghur Muslims‌‍‍ and Tibetan Buddhists.​⁠‌

While‌⁠‌ the world remained‍ in chaos due‌⁠‌ to the Park⁠‍ Sihoo incident, Western‌​ China continued feeding⁠ Li Chao for‍​‍ thirteen years.

In⁠‍ the battle against⁠​​ Hwaran, he died​⁠ at level 67.⁠‌‌

But⁠‌ after 13 years⁠‍ sacrificing 2.7 million⁠ lives, he was‍​ reborn as the‍‌ first level 99‍⁠ blood mage, a true God of‌​ Blood.

The‍‍ New Zhonghua Empire‍​​ proclaimed the great​‍⁠ mage Li Chao,​​​ heir of the‌‍ Han bloodline, as‌‍ the new president,​‌‌ and for the⁠ eternal glory of​‍ the nation announced‍⁠​ the new Dimensional​‍‍ Portal.

And‍ so the gigantic⁠⁠​ Blood Circle “The⁠​⁠ Gate of Truth”⁠​ was born, drawn​‍‌ across all of‌‌ Tibet.

It​​ was a mega-magic‍‍⁠ that would turn​‌⁠ every living creature‍‌ in the region⁠⁠‍ into a sacrifice.‍‍⁠

A spell conceived for​​​ immortal beings like​‌‍ vampires—performed with human⁠‌⁠ lives.

The​‍‍ result was a monstrous ritual.

And‌⁠ in 2036, the⁠⁠‌ Tibetan Government-in-Exile mobilized‌⁠ all its forces‍ to stop it.‍⁠​

At⁠ that moment…

— Wh-what…?

From​⁠ the incomplete dimensional‍ portal emerged the‍‍⁠ terror that scarred​⁠‍ generations of Park‍‍​ Sihoo—the third great​​​ Game Over boss.‍

Heavenly‌ Raksha Hwaran.

***​‍

—Tap!‍ Tap! Tap! Tap!‌

People​‌ gather.

They⁠ gather toward the‌​⁠ center.

They‌‍ bow and prostrate.‌‍​

In‍​ that hell where⁠⁠​ everyone believed they​​⁠ would die without‌‍‍ escape, there was⁠​‍ a girl who​ saved people by‍‌‍ confronting the Chinese‌‍ army that massacred​‍⁠ civilians mercilessly.

“Holy‍ Buddha.”

“Incarnation⁠‍ of the Bodhisattva‍ Vajrasattva.”

They‌ revered that young‍ girl whose presence‍​⁠ had expelled evil​ thoughts and demons—a‌ Fierce Deity in‍‍ the form of⁠‌⁠ a maiden.

“I’m‍ not any Buddha⁠‍‌ or anything like‌ that.”

It‍⁠​ seemed they had⁠⁠⁠ misunderstood her. Hwaran‍⁠ had only saved‌⁠​ some people she​⁠ saw in danger⁠⁠‍ and punched the‌⁠ evil horde.

“It’s‌‍ not that they⁠ truly believe you‍‍​ are a bodhisattva.”‍‍

It⁠ was an old⁠​ man. Shaved head,‌‍ old and austere‌‍ tattoos that had​​⁠ nothing to do‌‌ with the colorful​‍‍ tattoos of the‍‌ young monks of‌‌ his generation.

“They⁠​‌ believe the Bodhisattva‌​‌ sent you to​‌‌ save us.”

“I⁠ don’t even know​ who a bodhisattva‌‍‍ is.”

The‍‍‌ old man let‍ out a hearty​‌‌ laugh.

“I⁠ know that. But‌ for some reason,⁠⁠ you are here‌ now. You did‌⁠‌ what you believed‌ was right and‌ saved us, didn’t⁠‍ you?”

“…”‌‌

Hwaran​ didn’t fully understand​‌ the old man’s‌⁠ words. It sounded​‌ similar to those‍‍ Taoist teachings spoken​‍​ in sutra-like phrases.‌‌‍

She​‍ had simply thought‌⁠​ that her lover‍​​ would have been⁠‌ happy if he⁠ had seen her‍ act like this.‍‍‌

A pure child, like‌‌‍ a blank sheet,⁠ is colored by⁠ the adult closest⁠‌‌ to them.

“You’re​‌ young to have​⁠‌ such power. Don’t​‍ think too deeply.‍ Enlightenment and truth​‌‌ are not difficult‌ matters.”

The‌‍​ old man took​ Hwaran’s hand. His​‌​ old, wrinkled hands​‍ clung to hers​​​ for a long⁠​​ moment as he⁠​‍ blessed her, reciting‌ teachings.

“It‍ is not that​ Buddha saves people.‍ People become Buddha​ by saving others.‍‌
Whoever saves lives​ and accumulates merit—how​‌ would they not⁠ walk the Buddha’s⁠​‍ path?”

“I‌‍ don’t understand well⁠‌‌ what religious people⁠ say.”

The‍‍ old man laughed⁠ softly again.

Such​‍ a pure child‌ had been dyed‌ by a warm‌​ color; someone warm‍ must be by‌ her side, he‍ thought.

“Where⁠‌ are you heading?”‌

“To⁠‍⁠ Korea. Do you‍‍ know it?”

“Of‌​‍ course. It is​​ the country that⁠ extends eastward from​⁠ here.”

“Then⁠ east.”

The‍​‌ old man did‍ not stop her.‍​‍ He did not‌​‌ ask her to​ help them nor⁠ to lend her⁠​‍ power.

“Since‌⁠‌ I’m already passing‌‍ through, I’ll take‌‍⁠ care of whatever’s⁠ left.”

Behold.‌‍

That⁠⁠‌ young bodhisattva.

The‌ white crane flying‍⁠ from a human⁠‍​ body, ascending like⁠⁠ an auspicious omen.​⁠

The‌‍ 15th Dalai Lama‌⁠‌ prostrated before her‌​ as Hwaran walked‍​ away.

***⁠‍⁠

Lichao‌⁠ was a young⁠ nationalist molded by​‍ typical Chinese education.‌​

Under‌⁠​ Xi Jinping’s leadership,‌ the 1.3 billion⁠‌ citizens enjoyed paradise‍​​ on earth; the⁠ pigs of the⁠ decadent West only‍ envied them.

Oh,​ great China. Heir‌‌⁠ of the great⁠​ Han people, I offer this body​ for this perfect‍⁠ nation.

Seen​​​ from the outside,⁠‌ it was the‌‍‌ kind of education‍ that would make⁠​ anyone ask, “Are‍‌ they idiots?”

From‍‌⁠ kindergarten he had⁠ been fed Communist‌⁠ Party propaganda.

Anyone‍​‍ raised like that⁠⁠ since childhood inevitably‍ becomes a fanatic.​‌⁠

But‌⁠ China fractured, and⁠⁠ Lichao became—or so​‍​ he believed—the country’s‍ last hope.

Thus⁠⁠ he rallied forces​ shouting, “Overthrow the‌⁠ Korean Magical Empire.⁠‍‌ Overthrow the demon​ goddess Park Sirin.”​‌‍

If⁠⁠ some citizens died‍​​ in the process,⁠ to him they⁠ were merely “small⁠⁠‍ sacrifices” for the​ restoration of glorious⁠​ China.

His⁠ ideas were childish​‍‍ and extreme, but⁠‍ he had real‍ power.

And‌‍​ he was convinced‌ that this power‍‌⁠ surpassed even that‍‌ of Park Sirin‍⁠‍ herself.

Of‌ course.

Everyone⁠‍ has a plan.‍

Until‌ they take the​‌ first hit.

—BOOOOM!!⁠‌‍

—BOOOOM!!​ Bang!! BOOOOOM!!

“Wh-what​ is this?”

The​ army of the​‌⁠ new Chinese Empire‌⁠ was composed almost⁠⁠⁠ entirely of jiangshi‌‌ soldiers.

Criminals,‌‌⁠ dissidents, outcasts—their organs​ were removed, their‍​⁠ bodies stuffed with‌‌ cotton, and they‍ were turned into‌⁠ undead.

Efficient.⁠‍ Cheap.

And​⁠ that entire army​​ was being destroyed‍ before his eyes.‍

“Is‍ that… the Heavenly‌‌ Raksha Hwaran?!”

They‌ had heard that‌‍​ a mysterious figure​​‌ had appeared and‍​ destroyed the magic​ circle that would‍ have turned Tibetan‍‍ civilians into sacrifices.​‌⁠

They​ thought it must​ be some Western⁠​‌ Park Sihoo.

But⁠ Heavenly Raksha Hwaran?‍

She‍ was the boss​⁠​ of Act 3.​‌

The​​​ nightmare that had⁠‍​ caused countless Park‌ Sihoo to get⁠​ game over.

Lichao​‌​ had also died‌ to her.

The⁠⁠​ sacred chain that​‌ was supposed to‍‍‌ restrain her fed​⁠ on her aura⁠‌⁠ and grew endlessly,​​ smashing thousands of⁠‌⁠ jiangshi with each‍ strike.

“…”​​‌

“Grrr…‍‍​ Grrrrrrrr!”

Hwaran‌‍⁠ struck the jiangshi​ with the same‌‌‍ indifference as always.‌‌

That‍​​ coldness had once‌ been trauma for⁠⁠ Lichao.

That‍​‍ monster who had⁠​​ torn off his⁠‌⁠ limbs without emotion.‌‌

Now​‌ she was annihilating‍ his army.

“Ggggrraaaaaah!!​‍ Heavenly Rakshaaaa!!”

Driven​‌‌ by trauma, Lichao‌​ unleashed magic.

A sea of red​‍ blood covered the‍⁠​ land.

A major spell that‌ concentrated the power​‌ of ten thousand​‌ sacrifices.

—Boom!​‍

—Rumble!​

The‍ jiangshi were pulverized⁠‍‍ under the rain‍‍​ of blood.

But⁠​ Hwaran received it​ without even blinking.​

“…”‍

Of​ course.

She⁠ was a Heavenly⁠ Raksha body in‍‍⁠ its most extreme​⁠⁠ form.

An​ area-of-effect attack could​⁠ never hurt her.​​‌

“Are‍‍​ you… the blood⁠⁠‍ mage Lichao?”

“Ha!⁠‍ Finally saying my⁠​‌ name? In the​ game you looked​ down on me!”​‍⁠

“???”‍‌‌

‘What⁠ is this guy​⁠‌ talking about?’

‘I‌​ don’t know. Hwa,‌‌ do you know‌⁠ him?’

‘Not​​ at all.’

Unaware‌​ of these inner‍‌‌ conversations, Lichao smiled‍​ like a madman.‌⁠⁠

“I⁠​​ lost some jiangshi,​​ but if I capture you, I’ll​ recover any loss.‍‌⁠ With three hundred​‌ thousand sacrifices I could create talismans‌ to control you!”‍​

“Who‌⁠ said I’m going​ to wait?”

Her‍ declaration that she⁠ would beat him​ right there made‌ Lichao let out‌ a nervous laugh.⁠⁠‍

“You‌ plan to defeat⁠‍ me? Me, the⁠ Blood God? I possess more magical‍ power than Park‍⁠​ Sirin herself! I’m‌‌ special rank! A million jiangshi and​‌ 450 million citizens⁠‍‍ support me!”

“Blood‌‌ God?”

Hwaran’s‍‍ eyes narrowed.

She‌⁠​ knew the power​​ of gods.

The⁠ Danann of Light,⁠‌ of Beauty, of‌‌‌ the Sun, of⁠⁠‌ Justice.

Each⁠‍ one a monstrous‌‍ being, even beyond‍ her.

Even‌⁠‍ though she had​‌‌ absorbed the essence‌​ of the Heavenly‌⁠‌ Demon and was​ stronger than ever,‌⁠‌ she could not‌ lower her guard‍‍ before a true‌‌⁠ god.

“Behold‍⁠​ this great spell!‍​‍ It is the‍‌ pinnacle of magic⁠‌⁠ that surpasses the⁠‌⁠ God of Magic!”‌‌‌

The​​ blood on the‌⁠​ ground concentrated into​‌‌ a gigantic spear,‌ which was launched‍ toward Hwaran.

Great‌ Blood Spell, Shura‌‍‍ Blood Spear

“???”⁠‍​

Hwaran⁠‌ tilted her head.​

She‌ didn’t even try‌‌ to dodge.

“Hahahahaha!⁠‌‌ Did I scare​ you?! Anyone would—!”‍‌

Tap!⁠⁠

“Ow.”‍⁠‌

Thud!‌‍

“Huh?”‍‌‍

The⁠⁠ gigantic blood spear​ crumbled like wet‍‌ sand against a rock.

Lichao‌‌ was left gaping.⁠

Hwaran‌ was unharmed.

“This​‍​ is stronger than‌​ a high-level spell.”‌⁠⁠

Basic,⁠‍ intermediate, advanced, supreme,​ great magic.

Everything⁠ had ranks.

When​‌‍ Lichao died, he⁠‌ had been level⁠⁠⁠ 67—he had barely‍‌ finished intermediate spells​‍ and was just⁠ beginning advanced ones.​

And⁠​‌ on Earth, leveling​⁠‍ up did not⁠​ give you skill‍⁠ points.

You​​ had to study​‍‌ magic. Understand it.‌⁠‌ Develop it.

Lichao‍​ had only inflated⁠ the size of​‍⁠ an advanced spell‍ without mastering it.⁠

“You…”⁠​​

“D-don’t⁠​‌ come closer.”

Hwaran‍⁠​ walked toward him.​

He⁠​‍ was going to‌‍ die again. That⁠‍‍ monster would kill‌ him again.

“Don’t⁠⁠​ come near, demon​ beast! I am‌ the rightful heir‍‍ of the Han⁠ people and the⁠ rightful ruler—!”

Something‌ grabbed his ankle.‍

Bam!⁠‌⁠ Bam bam!

Forward,​‍​ backward, sideways—bam bam!‌​

Until‍‍ his magical barrier‍‌ shattered into pieces.​

Seven‌‍ times.

Seven​‍‍ slams against the⁠‍ ground were enough​​​ to destroy all⁠‍ his magic.

“H-hgeeeeh…”​‍​

As⁠ Lichao groaned with⁠‍‍ his entire body‌ fractured, Hwaran commented‍‌ with total coldness.‍⁠​

“A‍ very weak god.”​

For​ a self-proclaimed “god,”‍‌‌ it was the⁠⁠ most devastating insult​⁠‌ possible in the‌‌ 21st century.

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