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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 284: Park Sirin (1)

Chapter 284: Park Sirin (1)

The‌‌⁠ history of Earth‌ changed radically because⁠ of a single‌‌‌ person.

A history that would​‌​ have been normal,​ without major variations,‍​ full of magic‍‍​ shows, surprising circus⁠​ spectacles, yes, but⁠⁠⁠ without truly altering​ the course of​​ the world.

The‌ appearance of a god caused the‍​ change.

A mage, called a god despite having‍ a human body,‌‍​ transformed the world.​​

The‍ Demon God appeared‌ three years after‌ the Park Sihoo​‌⁠ incident and founded⁠⁠ her own empire.‍

Without‌⁠ a doubt, the​​​ Park Sihoo returned‍⁠ for a brief‍‌⁠ moment — then​⁠​ why was the‌​ Demon God secluded⁠‍⁠ for three years?⁠

“No…⁠​​ no, no, no.​ No… it shouldn’t‌ be like this!!”‍⁠‌

She​​ was searching for‌‌‍ a method.

On‌‍​ the monitor screen​​⁠ that flickered as‌ it shut off,⁠​ she stared fixedly‍‍ at a phrase​ that shouldn’t exist.⁠‍⁠

[Sub-player⁠‌​ Corin Loch. Beginning⁠ succession.]

To‌‍ recover her lost‍ world.

Because‍ she couldn’t abandon‌ her love, her⁠‌⁠ obsession, or her⁠ delusion, she searched​‌‍ for a path⁠​ for three years.⁠​‍

That​ he would make⁠​⁠ a game over⁠⁠ and return like​ she did.

Or,​ if that was‍‍‍ impossible, that she​⁠ herself could cross​ again.

They​‍ say mages are​ sages who find‌ truth through reason.‍‍‌

But‌‍ in what she​​​ pursued, there was‌ no reason, nor‌‌‌ was she seeking‍ truth.

They​ were emotions, sensitivity,​ stubbornness, and obsession.​​

Three‍ years.

She‍⁠‍ had to admit⁠‍ the conclusion.

He⁠ will not game‍⁠ over.

Of​‍‌ course — that‍‍ man walked the⁠⁠‍ path of the‍​ hero even with‍‌ that mediocre triple-technique‍⁠‍ and his spear​ style.

Unlike​‌ her, who crushed‌​​ with overwhelming force,​ he was a winner — someone⁠⁠‍ born with the​​‍ anomalous talent of‍‍ always finding a path to victory.‌‌

A hero. That title⁠⁠ fit him more​‌ than anyone.

Then​⁠ could she travel‌ to that world?‍

She‍ also reached an‍​​ answer.

Alone,‌ she could not.⁠

Magical⁠ research requires money‍​​ and personnel.

And‍‍‍ she had been‍‍‌ a mage who‍​​ researched magic for⁠‍ three years within⁠ Arhan Heroic Legend.‍⁠‌

Unlike‍ the other Park‍‌⁠ Sihoo who only‍ learned combat magic,‌⁠ she understood magic‌‌ as a discipline,‌ researched it, and⁠ had talent to‌ create her own⁠‍ originals.

A true genius.

She‍ believed she could​‍⁠ prove her theory‍⁠ with the resources​‌ of the modern‍​⁠ world.

When‍​ she finally left​​‌ her seclusion, the‌ Earth was changing⁠​ in strange ways.‌​

First,‍‌ the Russian president‌‌ had been replaced;‌​ they say that⁠ dictator’s head was‌‌​ split.

The‍⁠ border conflict between‌‌‌ China and India⁠​⁠ ended basically in⁠‌‍ China’s defeat; apparently‍ the president of⁠ India is some​ kind of “human⁠‌ Pikachu.”

Korea⁠​​ had changed more‌‌​ than expected.

It​​ was the country‍⁠⁠ with the most‍‌ returnees, and it​​ was said that⁠ the U.S. and​ Europe paid fortunes⁠ to take some​‌‌ of them.

There‍‍ were many mages,​‌ so it was​ one of the⁠‍ few places where‌‍​ serious research was⁠ done.

Perfect,​​⁠ exactly what was⁠ needed.

Park​ Sirin concluded she‌⁠​ could not complete⁠‌ the “dimensional portal‍‌‍ theory” alone.

Korea‌​ had no shortage​‍​ of money, and⁠‍ there were enough​ mages to form‌⁠ a research team.‍

The‌ problem was whether‍ Korea would act⁠ according to her‌⁠ will.

She‌​ first evaluated the⁠ other Park Sihoo.​​ The magic they‍ used, their techniques,‍​‍ their level — she investigated extensively​ the possibility that‌⁠ there existed a Park Sihoo stronger​ than her.

And‌ then.

“Eh?‌ I can just⁠‌⁠ take the whole⁠​‍ Earth like this?”⁠​​

She‌ reached an absurd⁠​⁠ conclusion.

They​ were weak.

Most​ were weaker than⁠ she imagined.

“The‌​⁠ grand majority can’t​ even surpass Marie​⁠​ Dunaleff and they‌ make game over.”‍

First‍ filter, Marie Dunaleff‍ and the Mountain‌​‍ King.

Second​​‍ filter, Heavenly Raksha​‍ Hwaran.

Most‌ didn’t even surpass⁠⁠‌ the first-year arc.⁠

Those​⁠⁠ who passed the​​‌ saint rescue, the⁠‌ subjugation of the‍​‌ Magic Tower, or‌⁠‌ the Harvest Festival​​ of the second⁠⁠ year were only​‍ a handful.

“And​​ among the Top⁠​ 10, only three​‍‌ reached the battle⁠​⁠ against Tates?”

Are‌⁠‌ they idiots?

Why​​‍ do they have​​ such low levels?⁠​

Why‌‍‌ didn’t they reach⁠‌⁠ 99? What are​‌ those stats?

She‌ thought for a moment and remembered‍ the fundamental difference.‌

They‌ didn’t have that‍‍‍ man at their⁠‌ side.

Even​‍ she, called Demon​ God, had at⁠⁠‍ the beginning been‍ an ordinary person.‌

She‍​ had foreseen the‍​ entire story, obtained⁠​⁠ hidden pieces impossible‍⁠ to get early,⁠‍‌ and prepared perfectly⁠‌ for the fight⁠ against Marie.

Even‍​‌ so, she almost‍ died.

And‍⁠⁠ she didn’t die⁠⁠​ only because an⁠​‍ extra risked his​‍ life to protect‍ her.

“Hu…⁠​ Sihoo, can you‍ hold on for‍ three minutes?”

In‌‍‍ the battle against‍‌​ Marie Dunaleff, against‍​​ the Mountain King,​⁠ and against Heavenly‌‌⁠ Raksha Hwaran,

“If‍ I insist a little longer, I think I can⁠​ find a way⁠⁠‍ to win.”

He‍⁠‌ always found a path to victory,‍‍ and for her,‌ that gave the‌ margin to reach​ her maximum potential.​‌‌

That‍‌‍ companion who bet​​ everything for her⁠ gave her mental‌‌ space, and that‍⁠​ space strengthened her.‍

Her​⁠ easy leveling was‍‌ undoubtedly thanks to​⁠‍ him.

“…Oppa.”‍‌

After​‍‍ remembering, she recalculated​⁠⁠ coldly.

Korea‍ had many rankers,‌‍ a good number​⁠‍ of mages, and​⁠⁠ a stable economy.⁠

The​ problem was that,⁠ just like in​‌ the West, the‌‍ Korean Park Sihoo‌‌⁠ didn’t consider overthrowing​​ the country just‍ because they had‍​⁠ obtained power.

They‌⁠‍ wanted fame or​ attention, but not⁠​ to start a coup.

‘If⁠ I want to​ take the country,⁠⁠‍ I need support.’⁠‌

The‌‍⁠ Demon God finished‌‍⁠ her calculations and‍​‌ descended directly onto⁠​‌ North Korea.

Even‌‍ the 38th Parallel‌ meant nothing to⁠ someone who dominated⁠ teleportation.

“What…⁠ what is this?”‌⁠

“Who‍‌‍ is this woman?”⁠‍

The‌⁠ Demon God’s magic‌ burst forth.

She‌‌‌ cast a protective‌‌ spell on the‌ pig and the​ witch she had​ once seen on‌‍​ TV, and petrified​ in space the‌‍ 400 high-ranking officials‍​ gathered in the⁠​‌ People’s Assembly.

If​‍​ she didn’t release‌ them, they would⁠⁠⁠ lose their self‍ and will forever,‌‍​ wandering in an‍‌ eternal void.

“Hiiik!”​

Petrifying​‍ hundreds didn’t even‌‌ take three seconds.‍

Seeing​ those two sisters‌‍ fall to their‌‍‍ knees before the⁠‌‍ scene, the Demon⁠ God even felt​​​ satisfaction.

“I⁠‌ suppose I really⁠‍ am Korean.”

She‌‍ never thought of⁠⁠⁠ herself as patriotic,‍‌ but punishing the⁠‍ parasites who had​​ always whined since‌ her birth gave⁠​‍ her a kind​​‍ of justice and​ satisfaction.

She‍⁠⁠ then asked the⁠‍ two sisters.

“If​⁠ you have hidden​‌‌ secret funds, tell​​⁠ me all of⁠ them.”

Since⁠‌‌ they didn’t cooperate,⁠‌​ she gave them​⁠ a “spatial prison”‍⁠‌ where one second‌​ feels like ten‍⁠⁠ years.

They‍​ confessed immediately.

And‌ so, after a “legal” succession of​‍‍ the North Korean‍​ regime and the​‍‍ purge of the‌‍⁠ old government.

After​​ reunification and elections.‌‌

After‌ crushing China when‌ it tried to⁠ pick a fight.‌‍⁠

She‍‌ founded the Great⁠ Magic Empire of​​​ Korea.

Only​ then could she⁠‌ begin the development​ of the dimensional​ portal.

She​ gathered the Park‌‍⁠ Sihoo of China‍ and Korea and⁠⁠⁠ financed the project‍​ with the secret⁠‍ funds of the​ Chinese Communist Party.⁠

The⁠​ corruption was so⁠‌ epic that fifteen‍‍ years of national​ budget entered all‍ at once.

She‍ even thought that‌⁠ the members of‌‍ the Communist Party​‌​ would need to‌‍​ live at least‌⁠​ 500 years to‍‌ spend all that.​​

Meanwhile,​‌ Korea became the‌ dominant power of‍​ Asia, rivaling the‌​ United States.

But‌‌​ that was irrelevant​‌​ to the Great​ President.

“This​‌ time I will‍ succeed without fail.”⁠‌​

Glory,⁠‍​ fame, power, wealth‍ — everything on⁠⁠​ Earth was lighter‍ than a single‌ man in her‍ heart.

“Success!‍​‌ We have managed‍​​ to develop the⁠​‌ dimensional portal!”

“Congratulations,‍ Madam President!”

“Long‌⁠‌ live the Great‍​‌ Magic Empire of⁠‌‍ Korea!”

“Long⁠‍ live! Long live!​ Long live!”

“Long⁠⁠‌ live Great President​‌‍ Park Sirin!”

She‍⁠ abandoned everything for​ love and headed‍‌‍ to the other⁠‍‌ world.

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The⁠⁠‍ dizziness won’t stop.‌

I feel faint and⁠ have no strength‍⁠‍ in my body.‍

There⁠⁠‍ are no side⁠⁠ effects from having‌‍‍ crossed the dimensional‍⁠ portal again. My⁠​ body is still⁠‌ in the best‌ condition.

Even⁠⁠ so, the shaking​​ in my vision‌⁠ must be a mental problem.

Upon⁠ returning to Earth,‍‌ Sirin found Kim⁠‍⁠ Taeseop waiting in​ front of the‍ dimensional portal.

“Eh?⁠ G–Great President?”

A high mage of‌​‍ level 70. He⁠‍ was the administrator‌ she had left​​ in charge of‌ the portal after​​ leaving.

“Keep​ this… a secret.”‍

She​ ignored him and‍‌‍ left the base.‌⁠‌ She activated invisibility⁠‌ magic and went​‍ to a small‌ island on the‍‌​ east coast, where⁠​ her private refuge‌⁠ was.

“Haa…”‍

The⁠ entry to the​ other world had‌​ been a success.‌​

Just‍⁠⁠ as she wanted,⁠‌⁠ she saw oppa‍⁠​ living peacefully in‌‌​ the timeline of‍​‍ cycle 100.

He‌‍​ was still winning⁠‍‌ over women, which‍‌ irritated her, but​ she managed to‌ hypnotize him.

However,‍‌‍ her plan failed‍ in the end,​⁠ and after releasing‍ him of her‌ own will, she⁠ returned to Earth.⁠

If​‍ her place was‌ not at his​‌​ side, then no​‍​ world held meaning.‌

She⁠‍‌ woke up in‌⁠​ the bed of​‍ her refuge the‌ next morning, without‌ anyone knowing she‍​⁠ had returned, and‌‌​ Sirin once again‍​ realized that the⁠ place beside her⁠ was empty.

“Ah…”⁠​

It‍​ was like having⁠ had a sweet⁠‌‍ dream for a week.

The⁠ love whispered to​‍ her every morning​​‌ was fake, and‍ the warmth of​​ bodies touching had⁠ lasted only an⁠⁠‌ instant.

The​‌ end of a love to which⁠⁠⁠ she had devoted‍ half her life⁠​ ended far too​ empty.

“It‍ had to be⁠ this way…”

From⁠​‌ the beginning, she‍⁠ never had a chance.

That​‌ man was so⁠ good he was‍ foolish. How stupid⁠‍ must one be‍ to engrave such​ an oath into​ his own body?‍⁠‍

A villain like her⁠ could never have⁠​ stood beside him.‍⁠‍

He​ must have lived⁠⁠ well.

No,​⁠ what is the‌‍‍ point of such‍ a stupid assumption?​⁠

It‍ was she who⁠ lived the wrong‌​‍ life.

She‌⁠‌ was born crazy,‍‌​ so he would⁠ have abandoned her‍⁠ anyway.

Their⁠‌⁠ natures were incompatible,​​‌ like water and⁠ oil.

“Ugh…”‍​

Even‌ so, he kept‌‌‍ appearing in her‍ mind.

The​ voice full of‌‌ love whispering in⁠ her ear, the​ affection brushing against⁠ her skin, the⁠ moments when he‌ looked at her‍​‌ smiling.

The​⁠ 21 years of‍‍⁠ Park Sirin’s life,‍‌ the 3 years‍ as a player,⁠‍⁠ the 15 as‍​ the Demon God.⁠‍​

Among⁠‌ all of that​ life, that single⁠‍ week had been‌⁠ her happiest moment.⁠

And‍ because it was⁠⁠⁠ a life she​ herself had let​ slip away, the‌ regret and sadness‌‍⁠ returned even stronger.⁠

If‌⁠‍ she could return.​⁠

If‍ she could start‍ from the beginning.‍⁠

She⁠⁠‌ would do anything⁠ for that man⁠‍ who hated her.​​

If‌ she could be​‍ by his side,‍ even if they‍​ asked her to‌‍‌ be a slave,​‌​ she would accept​⁠ it.

But‌‌​ even as a Demon God, she⁠‌ could not turn​⁠ back time, and‌ she could never‌​‌ erase her past.​⁠‍

She‍​ could only feel‌ no regret knowing⁠⁠⁠ that, at the‍​ end of her‌⁠ life, the man‌⁠⁠ she loved was‍‍⁠ still alive.

The⁠ mathematics student Park‌‍⁠ Sirin.

The​​​ player Park Sihoo,⁠ with her gender‌‍‌ changed.

The⁠​ great president of⁠​‌ the Magical Empire​ of Korea, the‍⁠​ Demon God Park​ Sirin.

Now‌‌​ all of them⁠‌‌ reached an ephemeral​ end.

Her​ life ended.

The‌ end of her‍ fervent love.

It‌ held enormous meaning⁠⁠‍ for her.

***​‍

Even⁠ if she considered⁠ her life to​‍ have ended, the​​ basic activities to​ remain alive did‌‍‍ not stop.

When‌​‍ she was hungry,⁠ she ate; when⁠ she was sleepy,‍ she slept.

Wearing​ herself down like‍ that, going from‌‌⁠ sea to bed​ and from bed‌ to sea.

“…”‍

Sirin​‍ chewed something she​‌ picked up from‌ the rocky ground‍ of the island.‌

Some⁠​‍ kind of seaweed‍​​ washed in by⁠‍⁠ the waves.

Her‍ body, enhanced by⁠​ enormous mana, did​⁠​ not age or‌​ die easily.

Even‌ if she ate​‍ things a human‌ should not eat,‌‌ she expelled the⁠‍ poison and converted​‌ it into pure⁠‍‍ energy.

She‍​ told no one⁠​ that she had​⁠⁠ returned.

Her‌​ finished life withdrew​ from everything.

Neither​⁠‌ power, nor wealth,‌ nor pleasure had⁠ any meaning to‍‌​ her anymore.

She‍ consumed only the‍ calories needed to‍‌‍ avoid dying and‌ watched the waves​⁠‍ with empty eyes.⁠

A body that could⁠​​ not die and​‍‌ a soul that‌ could not kill​⁠ itself — a life reduced to⁠ the minimum.

That​‍‌ end came after‌‍​ a few months.​

“Should‍‌⁠ I erase my‍‍⁠ consciousness?”

Even‌ thinking was annoying.⁠⁠⁠

Even⁠ picking up food​​⁠ with her hand‍‌‍ felt tedious.

She​ tried spending a month without eating⁠ or drinking.

When⁠‍​ she regained consciousness,⁠⁠ her survival instinct‌ had her face‌‌‌ plunged into the​ sea.

“Stupid…⁠‌ Seems I still​ want to live.”⁠​‌

By‍‌ merely crossing the​⁠ sea, she could‍‌ have wealth and⁠ people eager for‌⁠ her in absurd⁠⁠ amounts.

But‌‌‌ she rejected all‍ of that and‌ lived looking toward‍⁠ only one man.‍‌

And‍​‍ even after such​‌ a devastating failure,​​ it seemed she⁠‌ still wanted to⁠‍⁠ remain alive.

She‌‍‌ searched for methods‍‍ of mental suicide,‍‍ since her body⁠‌​ protected by mana‌ could not die.‍‍⁠

If‌‍ she turned herself​‌‌ into a living​⁠ corpse, she might‌ stop thinking.

For​⁠ the first time‌​ in a long​⁠‌ while, she went‍ to Seoul.

She​​⁠ hid her face‌ and bought what⁠ she needed.

Obtaining​ magical items was‍‌ not difficult.

The​⁠​ Magic Tower she‌​⁠ had founded for​‌ the development of‌​‍ dimensional portals already​ produced enough tools​ without her involvement.‌

In‍​ fifteen years, the‌‌‌ country she had‌⁠​ cultivated out of‍ necessity had become‌‌ a powerhouse whose​‍‍ main export was⁠⁠‍ magical artifacts.

“Huu…”​⁠‍

After‍ that trip to​‍ Seoul, she crafted‌ the necessary items,‍ deployed a powerful‍⁠⁠ magic circle, and‌⁠⁠ sealed even her‌‌ own mana.

All‌‌⁠ that remained was​‍ to prepare the‌⁠ neurotoxic poison that‍ would destroy her⁠ brain. At that‌⁠ final step, Sirin‍‌‍ suddenly remembered some⁠‌ tangerines.

“I​​‌ want to eat…”‌

How​ long had it⁠⁠‍ been since she⁠ last ate fruit?​‍

Surprised​ by the sudden‌ appetite, she bought⁠ a box of‍‍ tangerines from a rural delivery truck.​

She‌⁠​ didn’t eat them​ right away.

She⁠⁠‌ submerged one whole‍​⁠ in the toxic⁠⁠⁠ solvent she was‌ preparing.

With​​ that amount, maybe‌‍ the reagent would‍‍‌ have a tangerine‌‌ flavor.

When‌​‍ she leaned in‍​ to smell it—​

“Ugh…”​

A sudden wave of​​​ nausea. Even her​‌ cold mage’s mind‌ grew cloudy before‍‌ something so unexpected.⁠‌

She⁠​ approached again.

“Ugh!?”​‌

Again​ the nausea. The‍ discomfort. A reaction‌‍ too typical to‌ be mistaken.

“Ah…”​

She⁠‌‍ was pregnant.

The‌ identity of the​⁠‍ father did not​​ even need to‌​‌ be mentioned.

She‍‌ had been pure‍⁠ her whole life.‍ In her monotonous⁠⁠​ existence there had‌​⁠ only ever been‌​‌ one man.

The​‌‌ life of Park‍​‌ Sirin, the human,‌‍‍ had ended. It⁠⁠‍ should have ended.‍⁠

But‌⁠⁠ the life of​ Park Sirin, the‍‌ mother, was about​‍​ to begin.

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