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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 243: Butterfly Effect (3)

Chapter 243: Butterfly Effect (3)

Antarctica‍‌‌ was freezing.

Step,‌​ step, step, step.‍‍

“……”‌​‌

The⁠ entire group from⁠⁠‌ Joaquin Academy remained​⁠ silent.

No⁠ one had suggested‍​ it—everyone was simply‌⁠ quiet, as if⁠‌⁠ it had been‌​⁠ agreed upon.

And‍‌ that was because…​‍​

“Haa…”​⁠

Media‍​‍ sighed so deeply⁠ that the ice‍​​ cracked under her⁠ feet with every‌‍​ step. Her breath⁠‍​ escaped through her​ teeth in a sadness almost visible.⁠

That’s⁠ right. The reason​‌ the secretary, the‍ assistant, and I were silent was​ out of consideration⁠​ for Media, whose​‌‍ face burned with‌ embarrassment.

I glanced sideways. Media⁠‌ was swallowing the‌​ words building up⁠⁠ in her throat.‌​

‘If‌‌ I saw one​​ of my parents​ for the first‌​ time in decades…‌⁠⁠ and they showed‌ up dressed in‍ a penguin suit…’‍​

Even‍ as an orphan,‌‌ I could understand‍‍‌ her.

I looked ahead again.‍​ Watching that waddling‌‌ penguin butt gave‌ me a weird‌‌ feeling.

‘That⁠ eccentric is the⁠⁠‌ president of the‌ Hero Association…’

Victor​ Poison.

I had heard about⁠‍​ him several times‍‌ from Ryozo.

—The‌ president of the‍⁠​ Association is a mythical figure.

A short but striking‍‍‌ statement. Ryozo rarely​‍‍ showed respect for‌⁠ anyone, so I remembered it clearly.‍‌‍

—If‌​​ that man acts‍‌ seriously, the international⁠​⁠ balance would crumble.‍

Ryozo‌‌​ had said it‍​‌ wasn’t a metaphor—it‌⁠​ was fact.

Joaquin‍​ Academy, the United​ Nations, and the‌‌ Hero Association. In⁠ this world, power​‍⁠ is divided among‍‍ three main forces.‍⁠⁠

A sort of separation‍⁠⁠ of powers. It’s⁠​​ the most effective‌ way to prevent⁠‍ authority from concentrating‍ in one place.‍​

Of⁠​ those three, Joaquin⁠​ Academy is an⁠‍ educational institution that⁠ trains heroes, and‌ the International Union‍​‍ is a cooperative‍‌‍ body regulating diplomatic⁠ and global matters.⁠​‍

Therefore,‍ neither the Academy‍⁠ nor the Union​⁠ has a supreme⁠ leader. The Director‍​⁠ or Secretary-General are‌ more like temporary​‍​ representatives, not true⁠‌⁠ heads.

But…‍⁠

—The​ Hero Association is⁠‍⁠ different.

And​‍​ why? Because it⁠ was practically created⁠⁠ and built by‍‍ a single person.​​

The​ Academy was also⁠ founded by Valor​‍‍ Joaquin, but that‍‍ was 700 years​‍‌ ago. He’s now‌‍ a historical figure.‍

And‍ the International Union,⁠ as the name‍ suggests, is a “union” of interests.‌⁠ Having a founder‌‌​ contradicts its very⁠ premise.

That’s​⁠ why, among these⁠ three powers, only​⁠‌ the Association has‍‌‍ one clear and‍ unique leader.

And​‍‌ needless to say​ who that is.​​ Yes, the penguin.‍

Victor⁠‌ Poison was the‌‌‍ one who developed⁠​ the algorithm that‌⁠ allowed Hero Points‌⁠‍ (H.P.) to be​‍​ represented graphically. He⁠⁠ also built the​ data center that‌ stores all that⁠ massive information.

That‍⁠ was 70 years‍ ago.

On‌ top of that—the‌​ Association’s computing system,‍‌⁠ regional branch management…‍‌‍ the list of‍ things he created​​ is endless.

‘Even​ if now, instead⁠ of hands, he​‍‍ has penguin flippers.’​⁠

Step,​‌‍ step.

Those‍‍ adorable little footsteps‍‌​ echoed in my‌ ears.

‘If‍ Ryozo saw him​⁠ dressed like this,‍ how would she‌⁠‌ react?’

I was incredibly curious‍​‌ to see her​⁠‍ face. After about‌‍‌ ten more minutes‌ of walking, the​​ president stopped like‌⁠‍ a wobbling doll.⁠

“Let’s‌‍ see, it should⁠ be around here.”‍

He‌‍ gently set aside‍ the penguin head.​ Kneeling down, he​‍‍ began brushing the⁠⁠ ice with his⁠‌ flippers. He looked​ like a penguin‍‍⁠ gathering seeds.

“After​ spending several weeks‍‍ with penguins, I don’t quite remember‌‍ the spot. Ah,‌‍ here it is!”‌

One‍‍ of his flippers‌‌ sank into a specific point in⁠⁠ the ice. The​ president dusted snow‌⁠ off his knees‌‍ and stepped back.⁠

And​⁠⁠ then it happened.‍‍‍

Rumble​​ rumble…!

The‍⁠‌ Antarctic continent shook.‍ From the snow-covered‍ mountains in the‌‍​ distance, an avalanche‍ descended rapidly. The‌‍ assistant and secretary⁠⁠‍ fell backward.

A sudden earthquake. The⁠ assistant looked up,​‍ alarmed.

“W-what’s​ happening?”

Behind‌​ the president, a massive shadow rose.‌​⁠ The dense snow‌​​ mist made it​ hard to see​‍​ clearly for a few seconds.

Fwoooosh…‍

The​ wind blew from⁠​‌ south to north.‍⁠ That warm southern‌ wind carried the‍ mist away to​‌ the north, clearing‌​ the view.

The‍ secretary murmured, eyes‍‍​ wide and half​‍ in shock.

“How⁠⁠⁠ can something like​ this exist in​ the middle of‍​​ the polar desert…?”⁠​

A castle of ice​ had appeared before⁠ us.

It⁠‍ was gigantic. Its⁠‌ size and majesty⁠⁠‍ rivaled St. Peter’s⁠‍ Basilica in the‌​‍ Vatican.

Its​​ walls bore geometric‌ carvings of snowflakes‍‌ and ice sculptures.‍ It had as‍ much artistic value‍ as it did‌ function. More than⁠ a simple base—it​‌ was a work‌ of art.

“Welcome.”⁠‍

The⁠ president turned to​ us with a smile.

Proudly,‌‍ he lifted his‍‍​ flippers to the‍⁠ sky.

“This⁠‌‍ place, Angel Factoria,​​ welcomes you!”

His⁠‌‍ penguin body took‌‍⁠ on a Y-shape.‍​⁠ As if worshiping‍ the sun in⁠​ a sacred pose.​‍

***‍​‍

The‌​ president of the‍‌ Association guided us​ through the place.‍⁠‍

“Wow,‍ this is the⁠​ first time in⁠ my two hundred‍‍ years of life‍ that I’ve let​‌ someone into my‌‌ home.”

The‌⁠ assistant let out‍ a gasp of‍⁠‍ amazement.

“No​ way.”

The‍⁠ exterior was already‌‌ impressive, but once⁠ inside, one was‌ left speechless.

“Each⁠ of these machines⁠‌ is at least⁠‌ thirty years ahead⁠ of their time!”‍

The​‍ assistant’s eyes sparkled‌‍ with excitement.

“I‍​‌ see you know⁠⁠ your stuff.”

The​​‌ president gave a slight smile. The‌ assistant nodded quickly.‌​⁠

“I’m‍​‌ a science guy.”​‍

“You’ll‌ have no trouble​⁠⁠ finding work. But⁠⁠⁠ honestly, these are‍‍ just things I made for fun.⁠‍ Nothing really worth‌‌‌ that much.”

“Don’t⁠⁠‍ say that, President!⁠‌ How can you‌ call this ‘for​⁠ fun’? Just releasing‌‌ a few of‌ these to the‌ public would turn‌​‌ the world upside‍​ down!”

“I‍ don’t care if‍⁠⁠ the world flips​​⁠ or not. But‍⁠​ if you like‍​‍ them so much,​ take one with‌ you when you‌ leave. A souvenir​‌​ from Antarctica.”

“A-are​ you serious…?! Mmph—!”​

The‌⁠‍ assistant got so⁠ emotional that the⁠⁠⁠ secretary had to⁠‌​ cover his mouth.‍​‍ Then, with a discreet gesture, she‌​ pointed to the‌ side.

“Get⁠ a grip, okay?”​​⁠

The‍ secretary whispered. The‌ assistant gulped hard.​​

Clack,​‍‍ clack.

Heels⁠‍ clacked harshly against⁠​ the floor. The⁠ tyrant Media was‌ clearly losing her⁠​​ patience.

‘Over​ twenty years without​ a trace…’

Who‌ would’ve guessed he‍‌ was hiding in​‍ a polar corner?⁠‌ No way to​​ find him even​‍‍ by scouring the‍​ whole country.

‘I’d‍‍⁠ love to give‌ him a piece​ of my mind.’​⁠​

But⁠‍ Media restrained herself⁠‍‌ by simply glaring​ at the back​ of his neck.⁠

Victor‍ Poison was an​‌ eccentric. One of​⁠‍ those nuts with⁠⁠ completely loose screws.‍ But even she‌‍‍ had to admit—he‌⁠ was a colossal⁠ genius.

‘Dad’s‍‌‍ achievements advanced humanity​⁠⁠ by a whole​​​ century.’

His‌​ legacy was immense.⁠⁠‍ He was the⁠ one who made‌ it possible for​ humans to launch⁠ satellites and gaze​‌ into space.

Still,​ he always avoided​‌‍ the public, clinging​‍ to his reclusive‍ life. Even when‍‌‌ society criticized him‍ for shirking responsibility,‍​ he didn’t care.‌ Victor didn’t care‌‌ about the world.​​

‘And​‍‍ everything he did‍​ for them?’

Media’s‌‍⁠ eyes mixed love‍⁠ and resentment. A father she hated‌⁠ but couldn’t help⁠ respecting. What’s more,​‍⁠ he’d lived over‍‌‌ two hundred years‌​‌ with a mind‌‌ as sharp as​⁠ it was dangerous.​

The​⁠ Poison family had‌​ a long history‍ of suicides. Their⁠ ancestors took their‌‍​ own lives when‍⁠‌ they felt empty.⁠​ Today, only three⁠‌ members remained.

That’s‍​‍ why, neither her‌ problematic sister nor⁠​ her penguin-suited father‍ could be treated‌‌ harshly. Even if⁠‌ they were crazy,⁠⁠ they were her⁠‌⁠ only family.

‘Someone⁠‌‌ has to stay⁠ sane—might as well‌‍ be me.’

Media‌ sighed and watched‍ the back of‌ the madman Victor.‌ Joy and sorrow‍ crossed her mint-green​​‍ eyes.

Eventually,‍​‌ we entered a room. It was​‍ Victor’s personal lab.​

“Whoa…”⁠​‌

The⁠ ceiling was dome-shaped,‌ fully covered with⁠⁠‍ monitors. Cables peeked⁠​ between the screens,⁠ sparking occasionally. On‍‍ the round table⁠‌ at the center,‍​⁠ papers were scattered‍‍ everywhere.

“Sit‌ wherever you like.”‍‌

Victor,⁠⁠‌ seated at the​‌‍ head, unzipped his​⁠ penguin suit. From​​‍ the parted belly‍‍‌ emerged black legs.​​ He wore a skintight black bodysuit​ underneath.

Then⁠⁠‌ he addressed Kang‍‍ Geom-Ma directly.

“Isn’t​ it ironic?”

Kang⁠​‌ Geom-Ma raised a brow. He didn’t‌ understand the question.‍

“What⁠⁠‌ do you mean?”‍‍​

“I‍‍‌ know you took​‍ those miraculous twenty-billion-won‌​ pills to come‌‌​ to Antarctica. But‌‌ look at the​ penguins—they survive the‍ extreme cold with⁠​ just their bodies.”‌

“……”⁠⁠​

“Humans‌‍ are weak creatures—but​ arrogant. Instead of‍ adapting to nature,​‌⁠ they always try‌⁠⁠ to surpass it.​​ And that’s why‌ we’re still here.‍‍‍ We don’t yield⁠ to anything. Not‍‍ to nature, not​‌⁠ to demons. Anyway—huff,‌‍‍ finally got it‍⁠​ all off!”

Victor‍ finished undressing and‌⁠ stretched. His body​‍ was so agile,⁠ it was hard​‍ to believe he​ was over two​⁠‌ hundred years old.​⁠

After‍ catching his breath,⁠ he continued.

“Heavenly‍ Sword, I’m going​⁠⁠ to show you‍ the gift I prepared for you.‌ I don’t want⁠‌⁠ to waste your‍‍ time.”

Kang‌ Geom-Ma nodded cautiously.‌ He didn’t care⁠ when it was‌‌‌ handed over—what mattered‍‍ was receiving it.⁠

“I⁠ like that attitude.”‍​

Victor‍ snapped his fingers.‍​ All the monitors‍ on the walls‍‌​ and ceiling lit‍ up at once.‌​⁠ Bzzzt… the electric‍​‌ hum filled the​‍ screens.

“I‌‌ was told through​ Association staff that​⁠ you recently visited‍ the Temple of​ Nephilim.”

Kang​​ Geom-Ma’s expression hardened.‌‌ He hadn’t expected​ him to know.​​ Though it wasn’t⁠ something he’d tried​​‌ to hide.

Kang‍‌ Geom-Ma nodded.

“Yes.​‍​ That’s right.”

“Did‍​ you meet the‌ priest?”

“Yes…⁠⁠‍ I did.”

“Fourth‍ Corps Commander Fermush‍⁠ will soon break⁠⁠ the portal and⁠⁠ invade the human​⁠‌ world. That’s why‍ you went to⁠ the temple—to investigate‌‍ why. At least,​⁠ that’s what I heard. Is that⁠‌ correct?”

Kang​‌‍ Geom-Ma responded calmly.⁠

“That’s‌ correct.”

“Then​‌‌ you must’ve heard‍‍ something about Fermush.”‌⁠‍

“Just‌ that he has⁠⁠‌ a strange obsession‍‍⁠ with collecting human‌‍ bones and flesh.”​‍

“Looks⁠⁠‍ like they didn’t⁠ tell you the⁠‌​ reason.”

“What‍​‌ other reason could‍‌‍ there be? He’s‌ obviously insane.”

“Haha.‍​​ First time I’ve​⁠⁠ heard someone call‍⁠ a Corps Commander‌‍‍ insane. A figure⁠​ of pure terror!”​⁠‍

“You‌‌ said it yourself,⁠⁠‍ Mr. President. It’s⁠‍​ precisely because humans⁠ overcome the impossible​⁠ that they’re so‌‌‌ extraordinary. A commander⁠ doesn’t scare me.‌‍ I’ve moved past​‍ that.”

“They‌‍ say you’re a peerless hero—and I see it’s true.⁠‍ Your skill is​‍ remarkable, and you‍​⁠ have boldness. That​‌‌ unyielding gaze that​ fears nothing…”

Victor​⁠ grinned broadly, crossing​ his legs. The​‍‌ monitor light lit‍ him from behind,‍‍‍ casting a mighty​​ shadow.

“But‌‍ Fermush isn’t a commander you can⁠‍​ face with guts​​⁠ alone. Especially if‍‍ he crosses the​ portal himself.”

“He’s‍‍ that strong?”

“He‌‌‍ uses earth-attribute magic⁠‌ to create golems.‌‍⁠ Human bones and‍ muscle are the​ materials he uses‌​⁠ to construct his​ forces. As a commander, he has​​‌ his own army.”‌‍‍

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma clicked his​ tongue. War of‌ attrition was his‌‌ least favorite form‌ of combat. He‍ could rally heroes‌‍ too, but…

‘The​​⁠ casualties would be⁠‍‍ massive.’

No⁠‌ wonder Kuarne, that​‌ arrogant parasite, acted⁠ so smug. Kang‍ Geom-Ma clenched his‌‍​ teeth.

“As⁠‍‌ I said—humans are‌‍‌ fragile.”

Victor‌‍ spoke in a low voice.

“Fermush’s​ golem army would​​ tear even the‍⁠‌ strongest heroes apart.‌‍​ It’s only logical—golems‍ are made of⁠ stone, and humans‍⁠ are soft.”

Victor​ waved his hand​‍ in the air‍ like a conductor.​ The monitors synced‌⁠‍ to display a single video.

“……!”⁠‍‌

Everyone⁠ present flinched. Lips‌ trembled, as did⁠ eyelids.

“Do​‍ you know the‌ advantage of Antarctica?”‌

While​‌ everyone was stunned,‌ Victor crossed his⁠‌ legs again. Solemnly,‍⁠‍ he placed both‍‍ hands on the⁠ armrests and said,⁠⁠

“It’s‍⁠ a natural freezer.​‍⁠ Nothing decomposes here.​⁠ It’s so cold​⁠​ it self-sterilizes.”

He​‌‍ raised his thumb⁠ and pointed over‍‌‍ his shoulder.

“Thanks​‍ to that, even‍‍‌ after thousands of‍ years—those things remain⁠ intact.”

Hundreds​​⁠ of bodies on‍‍⁠ the monitors.

“Humanity‌⁠ is arrogant. So​‍ much so, it‌‍‍ turned those things⁠‌⁠ into cyborgs for⁠⁠​ its own use.”⁠‌

Those⁠​ deadly enemies from‍ ancient times. The​ ones Kang Geom-Ma‍⁠​ had personally exterminated.‌‌

“This‍‌ is the gift‌​ I prepared for​‌ you.”

They‍ were Angels.

A single flap had‌ become a hurricane—and​‌ it had returned​ to confront him.‌‍⁠

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