Chapter 288: End

Epilogue. I Killed the Player of the Academy gets a harem ending.

In the center of the continent, the capital of the Kingdom of El Ras had spent an entire month in a festive atmosphere. No, more accurately, it had been celebrating a festival all this time.

Perhaps thanks to the suspiciously abundant donations and support from the owner of the potato farms, not only the capital but people from across the entire continent were eating, drinking, and enjoying the festival.

“Brünnhildr, unni, look! The southerners’ festivals are amazing!”

Skuld, with a playful voice, chattered nonstop. Seeing her lightheartedness, typical of a young shield-maiden, the massive warrior Sigrdrifa snorted.

“Hmph, what’s so great about this?”

“And says that Sigrdrifa unni, who already finished her cotton candy with a happy face.”

“T-that was only because it melted in the mouth and… it was interesting.”

“Come on, come on, enjoy the festival sincerely. Even in our homeland we celebrate weddings in a grand way.”

The warriors of the northern gods. Brünnhildr, the leader of the shield-maidens, a half-living goddess, guided the northerners as they arrived at the southern capital.

Normally, they wouldn’t even have known a royal wedding was taking place in the south, but that man was the protagonist. So the northerners gladly came to offer their good wishes.

“But in the end, what was that prophecy? Didn’t it say he would vomit blood and die?”

“Well, yes~ we saw him vomit blood, but he didn’t die.”

Since prophecies only show fragments, Skuld sensed that, one way or another, the prophecy had been fulfilled.

“What a shame. If he had died, we would have immediately guided him to our Valhalla.”

After the War of the Sun, the world had recovered the true concept of divinity.

After witnessing the Sun and the Light as real existences, many began to question the existence of false gods, and the Church reformed the direction of its faith.

But that didn’t mean the return of Norse mythology. Without a main god, that mythology could not be restored. That was why Brünnhildr had come to the royal wedding with the intention of offering her loyalty and seeking refuge.

The northern and southern gods historically got along reasonably well. If she swore loyalty to the new God-King, she could at least receive an appropriate divine position.

“But Brünnhildr unni, don’t you plan to get married?”

“M-me? With… whom?”

The warrior, a virgin for thousands of years because of the main god’s curse, panicked at her sister’s words. The valkyries showed wicked smiles.

“There’s an excellent candidate, you know? The Sun God.”

“C-Corin-nim?! T-that’s improper.”

Brünnhildr blushed in an instant. They continued boldly.

“It’s true, Sigrdrifa. For the revival of our mythology, a political marriage would be necessary.”

“Exactly, Skuld. Many of our sisters fell in the War of the Sun. Our warriors of Valhalla still haven’t recovered their bodies. But if the Sun God gave us a powerful divine position, even warriors reduced to bones could be resurrected!”

“That’s right, that’s right. So Brünnhildr unni… someday should…”

Make him hers.

At that shameless statement, Brünnhildr turned red like a beet.

The thousand-year virgin, unable to withstand jokes like this, was totally defenseless.

“But well… for now it will be difficult.”

“The situation calls for patience. After all, he’s going to marry eight women at the same time.”

“Let’s evaluate the opportunity in about a hundred years.”

“Girls… d-don’t say that…”

The valkyries’ plan to marry off their big sister had just begun, and would last a century.

***

The royal wedding had been announced on a grand scale and prepared magnificently.

Two years earlier, the entire world had been shaken by the “War of the Sun.”

After seeing the Light disappear and witnessing the World Tree stretch toward the cosmos, people believed the world was going to end.

And then the prophesied hero appeared, “The Sun, Corin Loch.”

At some point, the Unified Order changed its name and proclaimed the true faith: the Solar Church.

The first Pope, Estelle Hadassa El Ras, declared that Corin had reached divinity with a human body.

A son connected to the gods.

If the saint closest to divinity affirmed something, it was considered absolute truth.

If he did not receive divine grace, how could prayers be fulfilled with a single gesture? How could he make the crops bloom with a wave of his hand?

The noble faction of Miruam, the political influence of the southern Marie, and the support of the monarchists reinforced this recognition.

The press, scholars, and authorities proclaimed Corin Loch as divine, and even those with little faith ended up accepting it.

But that political and religious recognition was limited only to the continent of the kingdom.

“Eh? Who are those?”

“Delegation from the East. The Yellow Dragon of the Celestial Empire is even here!”

“And those in black?”

“They say they’re from the Sect of Light, the most popular religion right now in the East.”

“Mmm~ and what do they believe in?”

“In Hwaran.”

“…Huh?”

“They believe in Hwaran.”

“And also in Corin Loch.”

“?????”

And it was true.

The Sect of Light, once persecuted as a demonic cult, had become the largest religious force on the eastern continent.

Its doctrine, which worshiped Hwaran and the Sun God Corin Loch, had transformed into a religion protecting the weak and defending good deeds.

Not even the Celestial Empire could oppose their advance.

To challenge the mythical being capable of extinguishing the light of the world, or the Heavenly Raksha who inherited the power of the Supreme Demon, would be to gamble the nation’s destiny.

After two years of debate, the Empire reached a conclusion.

There is no solution.

They cannot be defeated.

If Hwaran decided to extinguish the light of the world, the entire empire would go blind. There would be no way to resist.

Thus, the Sect of Light was officially recognized. Some even suggested declaring it the state religion to receive the blessings of the Sun God.

And indeed, when a western saint blessed land in the East, it produced the largest harvest recorded in their history.

“Uff~ that guy is finally getting married.”

“That’s right.”

And there were the few people who treated the dreaded Sun God Corin Loch as if he were their neighborhood friend Yeager, Lark, and their fellow classmates.

“Wow, the boss turned out to be a monster in every way. Even organizing a multiple wedding.”

“Doron… were you hired permanently?”

“I negotiated for individual work.”

Doron had become the captain of the kingdom’s elite extermination unit.

No new shadow creatures— the old curse of the gods— were appearing anymore, and only the remaining monsters on the continent needed to be eliminated.

“And what about Cranel?”

“…Golem development. He’ll help in the tower Dunaleff founded after graduating.”

The golem-smith Cranel Rudin would work at the New Dunaleff Tower, mainly on agricultural and development golems— though he also had a secret pact to continue creating his huge and ridiculously inefficient super golems purely out of romanticism.

“And you, Yuel?”

“I’m going to rebuild the forest. The kingdom officially recognized the forest’s rights, so I’ll gather my people.”

The druid of Avelorn Forest, burned by monsters, would rebuild her home. Now that she had learned techniques from the Five Inscriptions and druidism, she could call herself Sage of the Forest.

Her call would draw druids and spirits back.

“It’ll be hard to see each other, but we had good chemistry, didn’t we?”

“If you mean the super golem, well, Professor Josephine is developing a spatial portal. When it’s ready, I’ll install one in the forest.”

Even if not, she promised to return to the capital from time to time.

“Lark, you will enter Dunaleff Tower directly, right?”

“Yes. I still have much to learn.”

Thanks to his friendship with Corin, Lark was assigned several archmages as teachers. Although they were famous for their bad temperament, they couldn’t do much— they had to teach properly if they wanted to keep their seats in the new tower.

“And you, Yeager?”

“I’ll return to the village. I’m going to clean up all the monsters in the surroundings. And hmm this time I’ll ask my mom to tattoo me on the neck.”

“If you do it somewhere too visible, it’ll look weird. No girl will want to date you.”

“Ugh…”

Corin Loch’s first-year classmates had each found their own path.

Some benefited from his influence, others continued toward their own destiny.

But they all knew one thing.

There would always be a chance to meet again.

***

“Waa~ Ren! Ren! It’s amazing! They say all these people came to congratulate the big brothers and big sisters.”

“…”

In a place where everyone was celebrating and rejoicing, the wolf siblings Ren and Ron, who were preparing their role as pages in the wedding, showed completely opposite expressions.

“Ren… what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, Ron. Just be quiet for a bit.”

“…”

Ren looked at her younger sister, who had finally grown to the level of a high-schooler, and let out a bitter laugh.

The two wolf siblings, who had been unable to grow for a long time, had gradually begun to develop again after being rescued by him.

They had finally come out of their prolonged childhood stage, and their bodies, which had been unable to grow for all those years, had begun to grow little by little.

Seeing this, Corin sincerely congratulated them and smiled.

“Yeah, growing all at once would be sad too. Slowly, little by little, growing naturally—that’s best for children.”

While receiving those congratulations and blessings, Ren’s face was full of frustration and a bitter feeling. Ron knew her sister’s heart very well.

“Ren, why don’t you confess?”

“…I’m still small.”

“Small?”

“That person… still treats me like a child. So… when I finish growing and become much more voluptuous than Marier, Lunia… and even Director Erin… then I’ll tell him.”

“Mmm… won’t that be difficult?”

But in reality—

It was perfectly possible.

Because the last time Corin looked at Ren, she was indeed aiming for that.

“Besides… now isn’t a good time.”

“The timing?”

When Ron tilted her head, Ren let out a small laugh and explained her plan.

“He’s going to marry eight people at once, right? If they suddenly say they’ll accept another bride right away, it would be a scandal. Everyone would say ‘you want to add more?’ It wouldn’t work.”

“Well… that’s true.”

“That’s why… it’s a long-term strategy. Little by little, I’ll get closer and also blend in with the sisters.”

Fortunately, the lifespan of Ren and Ron was extremely long. The pure royal bloodlines of the werewolves—the golden-fur wolves born with regressive traits—had lifespans as long as vampires.

“And~ lately our big brother has been thinking about who will inherit divine positions. If he sees there are so many left over, he’ll surely give one to us too.”

“Oooh… Ren, you’re amazing.”

He knew she was smart, but didn’t imagine she had such an ambitious plan.

“I’ll just follow Ren.”

“As you should.”

Today they would be pages.

Ren hid her frustration and showed a smile full of ambition.

***

The graduation ceremony of Merkabah Academy. And at the same time, the wedding of the representative of the so-called “golden generation” of graduates, which made countless people come to celebrate.

And at the entrance of the festival where they were about to enter, there was a devoted believer of the Solar Church waving a flag with the Sun symbol while passionately preaching.

“Believe in the Sun God! The living incarnate god will bless us and guide uuuus!”

His name was Germain Luther.

Former priest of the Jeru-Em Church. As a spy, he had entered Merkabah Academy in disguise, but now he carried out the role of herald of the Unified Church perfectly.

Since that behavior pleased the Saint, that nineteen-year-old young man was already being proposed as the main evangelist of the capital and future cardinal of the Solar Church.

A man approached him. His companion and heir of the former assassin clan Rashid ad-Din Mustali.

“You must be tired.”

“You came, Rashid?”

Germain greeted him with joy, since his companion would graduate next year.

“I couldn’t miss senior Corin’s wedding. This is incredible… I’ve never seen a wedding of this scale.”

“Because he’s the great Sun God of the Solar Church.”

“You really sound like a complete fanatic now.”

“Hehe… you should get along too. You never know if senior Corin might give you a position.”

“Well… he already gave me one.”

Rashid, who had joined to escape the life in the shadows of the assassin clan and chase his dream of being a knight, had become a First-Class Knight recognized by the Guardian Association.

After graduating, he would join the monster subjugation squad of Doron and travel the world.

“I want to publish my knight’s chronicle.”

“It’s funny that someone with an assassin past craves honor.”

“Of course I do. That’s why I wanted to be a knight because it’s something admirable.”

“…”

Germain smiled and blessed his companion’s path. He had also risen to First-Class Knight halfway through the third year, but that wasn’t his goal.

“I’ll become a cardinal of the Solar Church. And when the Saint steps down, I’ll aim to be the next Pope.”

“Oooh, you’re ambitious.”

“It’s all just a means to get closer to the Sun God and the Earth Goddess, the true divinities.”

Germain, like many other clergymen, had awakened to true faith.

And they would, little by little, replace the old religious systems to establish the true faith upon this land.

To reach the Paradise promised by the Saint and Earth Goddess.

For the eternal blessing after death, they were willing to give themselves completely.

“Well, but today… let’s sincerely celebrate our seniors.”

“Of course.”

They bumped fists and went to look for seats in the venue where the ceremony would take place.

***

Josephine had lived more than a hundred years and had seen many of her disciples get married.

Those young people full of hot blood loved passionately, got engaged, sometimes ended badly, and other times stayed together until the end of their lives.

“You… are getting married.”

“Hehe, why are you surprised now?”

Seeing her mother in a wedding dress, something tightened in her chest.

“You’re beautiful, Mom.”

“…It’s been a long time since I heard that, Clara.”

The two had a relationship almost like mother and daughter.

The great mother who rescued the little persecuted witch, and who had been willing to face the world for her.

She confronted the church, tore down the Magic Tower, and in the end established the fundamental rights of witches and demons.

She made it so those who had been treated as “children of a vile demon” could attend the Academy.

It all began with the meeting between the little witch Clara and the wandering Erin.

“You’ll be happy.”

“Thank you.”

Josephine had wished for Erin’s happiness for a very long time.

That she, wounded by the betrayal of her disciple, sealed in the Shadow Castle and forced to turn her back on the world, could finally share her burden and seek happiness.

And at last, that day had come.

Now she just had to live happily.

“Clara. And you?”

“Yes?”

“You should find love too, don’t you think?”

“…Hmm.”

She didn’t say “it’s not necessary.”

Witches live a long time; Josephine was already a fairly long-lived witch.

But now that Corin, after becoming Divine King and awakening the mythology, had begun to gather faith, he hinted at giving Josephine a divine seat.

The future divine positions were being filled almost like family inheritances, but Josephine didn’t mind.

There was nothing wrong with living longer; besides, she could spend more time with her mother.

Her life would continue for an incredibly long time. She could look for a partner later.

“There’s no rush.”

“I want to see a child of yours, Clara.”

Eighty years of contained expectations. Erin longed for the day she would be called “grandma.”

“But my requirements are a bit strict, aren’t they?”

The conditions for Josephine’s husband were severe.

He had to be handsome, kind, and strong enough to protect her mother.

With a good body, preferably. Her hidden reading spot was full of provocative pictures of muscular men.

And above all, he had to live long enough to match Josephine’s sense of time, different from that of a normal human.

Young, strong, kind, handsome, and long-lived.

“Corin Loch?”

No, wait. Wait, wait.

Why had that name appeared in her mind? Josephine frowned, horrified.

“Calm down, Clara. Corin Loch is now my stepfather…! No, no, I will never accept that. He’s Mom’s partner.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Huh?”

“Clara.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

Josephine, who had bitten her tongue, blushed intensely while fidgeting with her mother’s wedding dress.

***

It had been a long time.

Embodied in a normal extra, fighting only with the Three Disasters Arts and a spear technique against many named characters.

After discovering the betrayal of a player, he returned three years to the past.

Three years since the first possession.

Three more years after returning.

And one more year to graduate.

There had been so much. Conflicts, battles, and endings.

And now, the story moved toward a new story.

Marie graduated one year before me and built the new Dunaleff Magic Tower in the south.

With five hundred ghoul-mages from the old Tower, she developed high-level magical education and advanced research.

Today, on the whole continent, no one is unaware of Marie, the Lady of the Southern Magic Tower.

Alisha officially declared that she was stepping down as heir candidate for House Arden.

She honestly acknowledged she didn’t have the talent to lead people as head.

Lunia officially inherited the position. Alisha disliked stepping down, but understood her true intention.

That girl had fled in terror upon seeing the responsibilities of House Arden in the East.

Hwaran, during every vacation, went to the Illuminated Sect to perform her role as the new leader.

She was preparing a unification with Estelle’s Solar Church, and Ran was the most enthusiastic.

Miruam was about to become the next queen.

King David begged me sadly to inherit the throne, but I had things to do as well.

Long ago, when the Goidels betrayed the Dannan and drove them out, the Dannan left them a curse.

I had to eliminate the endlessly spawning demonic beasts in the Paradise of Shadows and summon Tir Na Nóg again.

To restore the authority and power of the Dannan, Tir Na Nóg had to function properly.

The paradise had been neglected for too long and needed order.

Erin, who had protected the border between Paradise and the real world for so long, would help me.

Bzzzt!

Someone crossed space. It wouldn’t be Josephine.

“Oppa!”

It was the great sorceress Park Sirin, formerly called Demon God.

“Don’t jump on me like that.”

“Hehe… it’s been a while since I smelled your scent…”

“It’s your wedding today. Why are you coming so late?”

Sirin smiled proudly.

“There was a typhoon in the southern coastal city. I stopped it.”

“Typhoon?”

“The city had a hundred thousand inhabitants. If the typhoon reached it, the material damage would have been enormous. I stopped the entire space and made it disappear on the spot.”

Seeking praise, she lifted her gaze. I stroked her head, and she showed an expression of pure happiness.

After returning from Earth, Sirin traveled the continent for two years.

She helped towns attacked by monsters, cities hit by natural disasters, and hunted bandits.

Then she would appear before me with a spatial jump to tell me, saying she was doing penance, confessing her love, and asking about Hayeon.

“Everyone is waiting. Go wash up and go to the bridal hall. Hayeon is looking forward to seeing her mom’s wedding.”

“Yes! Oppa, see you later. I love you!”

She left very happily. Although she was still cold and serious, she was excited for the wedding.

“Huff… I’m really getting married.”

And to Marie, Alisha, Hwaran/Ran, Estelle, Miruam, Erin, Lunia, and Park Sirin.

A combined wedding with eight (nine) wives.

It still felt unreal.

I, the Sun God, and the most renowned women in the world marrying me, a former ordinary citizen.

On the way to the hall, I saw my in-laws.

— Uuugh, Corin Loch… damn you…!

— Darling! It’s a happy day, behave!

Duke Marde and Duchess Ellencia, and Marie’s six siblings.

— Wow, he really is an impressive man.

— Right now I should go on a hunger strike…

— Enough, wife! It was my fault…

Garand Arden, the Sword Master, and Sophie Arden biting their sleeves.

Beside them, Jade Arden, the former head of House Arden.

— If our children are happy, that’s enough.

— He’s an excellent son-in-law.

— He should become king…

King David and Queen Asher were emotional, but they were the greatest supporters of our wedding.

Also present were the Illuminated Sect delegation, Hwaran’s cousin Kang Yuhwa, and the man with the prosthetic leg, Shin Hyuk.

Josephine, Clara, and my parents, still stunned.

— Hah! That brat ended up with a harem.

Yeager and Lark, my classmates. Doron, Yueo, Cranel, Rashid, Jade, and the adorable wolf siblings Ren and Ron as pages.

— Corin… why… whyyyyy…!

— Ahh… he’s really getting married… I should have tried earlier…

— Oppaaaa…!

I didn’t hear anything. I heard nothing. I will not “acknowledge” anything.

Finally, I entered first to announce the beginning of the ceremony.

The song Heaven Can Wait by Michael Jackson, which I had made popular myself, played, and the audience looked at me.

Ren and Ron, now adults, and Hayeon scattered petals in front.

Behind them, the in-laws escorted the brides.

Around me stood Marie, Alisha, Hwaran/Ran, Estelle, Miruam, Erin, Lunia, and Park Sirin.

All in white dresses and smiling happily.

— May these two… ah no, nine people! be happy until their black hair turns white… Wait, their hair colors are different…!

The ceremonies proceeded, and soon the end arrived.

“The groom, Corin Loch, do you swear to love your wives for eternity?”

“I swear.”

“And the wives? Marie Dunaleff, Alisha Arden, Lunia Arden, Hwaran, Ran, Estelle Hadassa El Ras, Miruam Elisabet El Ras, Erin Danua, Park Sirin…”

The priests took a deep breath.

[Myth Creation has reached its ending. Salvator Corin Loch, you have fulfilled all the commandments.]

I felt the commandments inscribed on my body disappear.

As if the world had been waiting for this hidden ending a wedding.

My obligations.

My chains.

My vows.

[Corin Loch. Congratulations on achieving the hidden ending.]

The priests said.

“Do you swear to love the groom Corin Loch for eternity?”

Without hesitation, they all answered with a smile.

“Yes, we swear.”

I Killed the Player of the Academy.

End.

Author note:

It has ended.

Yes, the story of Corin Loch comes to an end like this.

I’m overwhelmed by a mix of emotions it’s something new, nostalgic, sad, but also happy.

It makes my heart race, it’s adorable, I’m grateful and also sorry.

For me, the one who “I Killed the Player of the Academy”, this is my first truly completed work.

As a child I read novels and, with my clumsy skills, I debuted writing and obtained results that weren’t so bad.

But, due to my laziness, I couldn’t finish anything before entering military service, and when I returned the publisher no, the entire market had collapsed.

The new project I launched saying I would publish several things at once, with seven volumes already written, ended up failing completely. I should have put that passion into my first work.

During my time in the army many things changed. No, I should say that an earthquake occurred in the world of novels.

Webnovels arose, and all the authors I respect were already writing webnovels.

A writer with whom I received an award in a contest was writing fantasy-romance; another had finished a webnovel on the green platform in its early days.

A longtime friend, who writes BL, is now a very successful adult author on the blue platform.

Hahaha… How the hell can a man get pregnant, airhead?

Your anime-girl-harem novel of a degenerate otaku.

In case it’s misunderstood, I want to say that for me all tastes deserve respect; all genres have their value.

We should respect one another, understand each other, and be more considerate with each other.

At that time I was in my third year of university. Because of writing and accepting external script jobs for game companies, I kept postponing my studies and ended up graduating very late.

Now I think I should have graduated first and then dedicated myself to writing.

So I spent two years hurriedly completing credits, I graduated, and at the beginning of 2021 I attempted to enter the world of webnovels.

The first one was a disaster a story about orcs too overloaded with romance.

The second, a cyberpunk-knight tale with much less romance, had more success than expected.

“Sant Grial Knight 5077”. Today it’s available for free under the title “The Knight King of the Extinct World”.

It was a work full of the scent of a universe I adore, but it didn’t work and I prepared for the next one.

I Killed the Player of the Academy was my third attempt within webnovels.

I studied thoroughly and tried to write something that would really work.

Still, I filled the story with things I love.

Knight Run, Fate were my beginnings, my reasons for writing, my eternal idols.

I still deeply respect the author Kim Sung-min and President Nasu Kinoko.

For 15 years I loved those two works, and I wanted to capture their essence and style in my writing.

Luckily, it worked. I received more attention than I deserved.

But it was too much, and that led to later revisions.

Do not forgive this mediocre and shameless author. I only ask for one more chance.

For my next work I want to pursue absolute originality.

I will not base it on any other novel: it will be 100% mine originally.

That’s why I will leave “The Knight King of the Extinct World” as a project for later.

It’s too loaded with elements from the Warhammer universe and needs a serious restructuring.

The next work will come out without rest. The finale will be this Friday, May 6.

Should I publish consecutive chapters that day?

Either way, I will return on May 11.

To “Nopakku-man”, who must be writing without brakes right now I support you.

You expanded for me the horizons of degenerate harems in webnovels.

From your style I know it will be a harem, but let’s be honest Han Seojin is the main wife, right? Pleasure without responsibility, hehehe…

To my editor, PD Park. Thank you for discovering this nerd-harem that is my work.

Your support was always an enormous strength for me.

To my friends, who read and supported my imperfect texts, truly thank you.

To HOMY and 2poet, artists who accepted the impossible and strange requests of this client, thank you for your beautiful illustrations.

And also to the editors of Munpia and the distributors.

Thanks to your effort, readers continue enjoying all the novels from the authors.

You are the pillars that sustain the webnovel industry.

Thank you, truly. May your future be as you imagine it.

May you have health, may you smile often, and may you be happy.

And lastly, to the genre-novel forum that looked kindly upon this imperfect work and created fanarts with their valuable hands.

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And the 【ㅇㅇ】 whose names I couldn’t know.

And all the other readers who enjoyed my novel.

To those who supported me with donations.

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【Hwachamja】 and many other patrons.

[※All your support was used entirely to commission illustrations.]

To all these precious and grateful readers, I give my thanks once again.

Now it’s time to say goodbye.

“I Killed the Player of the Academy”

Did you enjoy it?

Did you smile a little while reading my story?

Did your heart beat fast waiting for the next chapter?

I sincerely hope that, while reading this long and extensive work, you were a little happier.

This clumsy author thus announces the end to all the readers.

I apologize to those who were disappointed in me because of my stumbles, mistakes, and shortcomings.

To those who were happy, enjoyed, and had fun following the work, I give my thanks.

Have a good night, a good morning, and a happy day.

Thank you.

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I will return again on May 11

with “Surviving While Pretending to Be a Great Villain”.

Sincerely,

SaramSallyeo.