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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 276: Awakening of the Eye (3)

Chapter 276: Awakening of the Eye (3)

Valerion‌‌⁠ had thrown a couple of enormous‌‌ tasks at me.​‍ Not just him—others⁠‍⁠ I’d met recently‌⁠​ (Yu Sein, the​‌ Pope, the God⁠⁠‌ of the Sword)‌ had done the⁠⁠⁠ same.

However,‌‌​ each of those⁠ three had only‍‍ made one request.‌‍ The Lord, on‍‍​ the other hand,‌ hit me with‌​ two back-to-back first‌⁠‍ about the Demonic⁠ Eye, then that‌ I was the​⁠ sword destined to‍ slay the gods.​

I had a lot​ of questions. But‌‌​ I had to‍​⁠ choose carefully. One‌‍ question could lead⁠‍ to another, and⁠ that chain could​​ eventually lead to​‌​ him blowing up⁠ this place and‌​ dragging only Horn​ back to the​ Demon Realm.

‘Even‌⁠ if the head‍ of the Auditore⁠​ clan vouched for‌​‍ Valerion…’

Guarantees​⁠ like that aren’t‍‍ handed out lightly.‍​ Not even among‍​ family. The patriarch‌‌ making such a claim was, at‍ the very least,‌‍‍ reckless.

Regardless,‌‍⁠ I went with​ the most appropriate‌ and least suspicious‌‌ question at that‌⁠ moment.

“What‌⁠‌ exactly is the‌‍‍ Inverse Demonic Eye?”‍

The​ Demonic Eye is⁠ an extremely rare‌⁠ ability, so even‍​ in Miracle Blessing⁠⁠ M, information about⁠‍⁠ it was scarce.⁠ I’d only learned‍ of the “Eye​‍ of the Ring”‌​​ during the basilisk‌ hunt. So there⁠⁠ was no way⁠ I could know‌ about the Eye‌‌ that Lycan, a character from 700‍‍ years ago, had‌ possessed. Technically, I held it now—but⁠‍‍ still.

Valerion⁠‍ gave me his⁠ usual annoyed look‌​‍ and replied.

“Are‌⁠⁠ you asking about‍‌ the power of‍​ the Inverse Demonic⁠ Eye, or its‍‌ origin?”

Obviously​ about the power,​ this guy…

I don’t like long​​ explanations. I don’t‌‌‌ like listening to⁠⁠ them either.

“I​ think… maybe I’d​‌ remember the origin​ if I mulled​⁠‌ it over.”

I faked touching my⁠​ brow with a serious gesture. Part‌‌​ of the act.⁠‍ I know you⁠​​ have to adapt​‌​ to your conversation​​​ partner, but that‍‌ was the best‍⁠ I could do.‍

“But​​ as for the​⁠​ power, I don’t​‍‌ remember a thing.”⁠​

“I’m​‍‍ not great at​‌ explaining. Is that‍‍​ alright?”

I nodded. I wasn’t‌‌⁠ exactly a gifted⁠⁠ speaker either.

Valerion⁠ stroked his chin‌‍ in silence, thinking‍ how to explain‌ it briefly.

Finally,⁠ he spoke.

“The​‌‌ pinpoint power of‍‍‌ the Eye of‍⁠ the Ring is,⁠⁠ so far, the‌ most outstanding. However,‌​‌ the complexity and‌‍‍ potential of the⁠‌​ Inverse Demonic Eye‍ surpass it. That’s‍ what Lord Ouroboros‌ said. The visible‌‍ ability is ‘distortion.’‍‌ It sounds simple,‍‌⁠ but…”

Distortion‍‌ sounds simple to‌⁠ you? That’s a powerful ability. Even‍ more than the‌ Eye of the‌⁠⁠ Ring, if you⁠ ask me.

But‌⁠ what he said‌ next helped me‌ understand why the⁠ other one was‍‍⁠ considered superior.

“However,‍‌⁠ the object of⁠‍‍ distortion is limited​ to inorganics. That‍‌ is, abstract concepts​ like time, space,⁠ and dimension. That’s‌ why we call‍⁠ it the ‘Inverse‌‍ Demonic Eye’—it distorts⁠ divine providence.”

In​⁠‌ short, it doesn’t‌‍ have a direct‌‍‌ physical effect. Unlike​⁠‍ the Eye of‌​‌ the Ring, which‍‍​ twists the laws⁠​⁠ of the world⁠‌‍ directly, this one‍ creates a variation.‍ Sounds even more‌‌ complicated, but that’s⁠ the idea.

“Then‍ why is it‌ said to have​​ more potential than‌​‍ the Eye of‌​⁠ the Ring? That⁠⁠ one sounds clearly‌ stronger.”

Valerion‍‌ shook his head.‌‍

“The⁠ Eye of the‍ Ring consumes the‌ user’s life. The‌‍⁠ Inverse Demonic Eye,‌⁠⁠ on the other⁠‌ hand, depends solely​⁠ on the user’s‌‌ capacity.”

That‍⁠ said, the requirements‌‌​ to use it‌‌ properly were incredibly⁠ demanding. Even its‍⁠‌ original bearer never⁠ fully mastered it.‍​

“But⁠⁠ it’s not just⁠‍⁠ because it demands⁠⁠ less sacrifice that‍‍‍ we rank it‌‌‍ higher. The true‌⁠ difference is this​​ the Inverse Demonic​⁠ Eye can interfere‍ with timelines where​​ the Eye of​​⁠ the Ring has⁠‍ no effect.”

That’s‌‌‍ where he lost‌ me. But I nodded as if​⁠‌ I fully understood.​​⁠

Valerion​​⁠ continued explaining the⁠‍ details of the​‍ Inverse Demonic Eye.‍‍ By the end,⁠⁠⁠ he looked tired⁠‌‌ from all the⁠​‌ talking.

“That’s⁠⁠ all I can‍⁠​ explain. Even if⁠‌​ I wanted to,‌ I wouldn’t know⁠‍‍ more. So let’s​‌⁠ get to the‍‍⁠ point. We’ll begin​⁠ the ritual to‌​⁠ awaken the eye.”​‍‌

“Now?​⁠ Right here?”

“Yes.”‍⁠

He‌​⁠ stood. I tried‌​‌ to follow, but‌​⁠ he gently pushed​⁠​ me back by⁠ the shoulder.

“No⁠ need to move.‌‌ Stay seated and‌ close your eyes.⁠‍ I’ll inject mana‍​‍ into your body‍ and open all⁠‍ your inner channels.”‍‍​

“W-wait‌​ a second. Inject‌ mana into my⁠​ body? Did I hear that right?”‍‌

“No‍‌‍ need to open​ your auditory channels.‌‍ You heard perfectly.”‍

I was speechless.

“My‌ body is basically⁠‌​ human right now.‍‌‍ Isn’t there a risk of collapse⁠⁠ if you inject‌‍ mana suddenly?”

“You‌ don’t need to‌​⁠ worry. The first⁠ time I saw⁠​ you, I checked‌ your condition with​⁠‌ my Demonic Eye.‍‌ There’s no chance​⁠ of that happening.‍ In fact, if‌ your body receives‌​ mana, it will⁠ reach a new⁠‌ threshold of power.”‍⁠⁠

Valerion‍⁠ locked eyes with‌‍ me. His gaze​‌ was as firm‍‍⁠ as ever—the solemnity⁠​ of someone who‌ had lived for‌⁠ a time beyond​‍​ human comprehension.

“I‍ don’t like saying‍ this myself, but‌‍ Kuarne is strong.‍‌ He was an‍‍ angel who nearly‍‍‌ ruled the heavens‌​‌ before Metatron appeared.‍‌‌ And since accepting‍​⁠ magic, he’s likely⁠⁠ even stronger.”

He⁠‌⁠ said this as​ a warning.

“That​‍‌ doesn’t mean you’re‍ weak. To be⁠​‌ honest, I’m amazed.⁠⁠​ You’ve reached this⁠ level of power⁠‍‍ with a human​⁠ body, without using​‌ lightning magic… That’s⁠ worthy of admiration.​​ Judging by your‌‌​ growth rate, it’s⁠‍ even faster than⁠‌ the Founder Hero’s.‍​ If you’ve come‍ this far in‍‌​ a year, in‍⁠‍ two or three,⁠ you could face‍ Kuarne.”

Maybe‌‍‌ due to a shift in mood,‍‍‍ his formerly stern​‍‌ demeanor softened notably.‌⁠‍

“But​‌⁠ there’s no time.⁠⁠ I can’t say⁠​‍ when, but that‍ guy has been‌⁠ preparing for war​​ for a long‌‌ time. He could​⁠⁠ attack at any⁠‍ moment.”

“…And‌⁠ what’s Kuarne’s motive‌⁠ for preparing a war? With your‍​⁠ Demonic Eye, Lord,‍⁠⁠ you should be​⁠⁠ able to find‍ out.”

Valerion⁠​​ gave an ambiguous​​‍ expression.

“Even‍​‌ my eye can’t‍‍​ discern his goal.‌ My power is​ limited to this⁠‌​ world, so I can only assume‍‍‍ his objective is​⁠ tied to something⁠ beyond it.”

“…”‍‍​

“But‌⁠ if there’s someone​ who can stop⁠ his plans, it’s​ you. And for‌⁠ that, you must⁠ awaken the ‘Inverse‌‌‍ Demonic Eye.’”

Without​⁠ taking more questions,‍‍⁠ Valerion quickly moved⁠​​ into action. With‌ the thumb of‍​⁠ his right hand,‌​​ he pressed the‍⁠ center of my‌ forehead.

I hesitated for a moment, then decided‍⁠​ to cooperate. I sat in a lotus position and‍ closed my eyes.​

“If‌⁠‍ you die, we​⁠ all die. Even‍ though we were​‍ born enemies, we‌ are one of‍ the two pillars‍ that support this​‌⁠ world. In other‍⁠‌ words, without this‌ world, we wouldn’t⁠ exist.”

I could feel that,‌ beyond the instinct⁠​ to protect himself⁠‍ and his race,​ he spoke with⁠ genuine concern for‌​ the future. Maybe​⁠ that’s why he‍‌ was so talkative—something‌⁠‌ unusual for him.⁠⁠​

“If‍‌ it’s for that,​‌‍ I won’t regret​ it even if⁠ I have to‌⁠ give you all​‍​ my magic…”

While⁠ speaking, Valerion gave‍⁠ a short laugh.⁠‌ He murmured with‍ a mix of‌ sarcasm and melancholy.​​‌

“…So‍‌ this is how‍‌ Lord Ouroboros felt​⁠​ when he gave⁠​ the ‘Eye of​⁠⁠ the Ring’ to‍ the Founder Hero.”​

In‍​ an awkward silence,‍⁠‍ human and demon‍‍ met each other’s⁠‌ eyes.

Just‍ before injecting the‍‌⁠ mana, the Lord‍ shared his deepest‍ thoughts with me.⁠⁠​

“Remember⁠‌‍ your lost past,⁠​‌ Lycan. You were‍ never wicked enough​ to be truly​ evil, nor righteous‌‍ enough to be‌​ a virtuous man.⁠ That’s why you‍​‌ were the pride‍⁠ of the demons.”⁠

At‍⁠‌ that moment, my‌ vision—though my eyes⁠‍​ were closed—turned white.‌ My entire surroundings‍‍⁠ began to bend,​‍‌ as if folding‍ inward from all‍​‌ directions.

“Oh,⁠​ King of the‌⁠ Demon Realm… open⁠‌‍ your eyes and‍ show the true​‍⁠ face of evil.”​‍⁠

Before⁠​‍ I could fully‌‌ grasp that white,​​​ curving space, the​‌⁠ ground beneath me⁠⁠ collapsed.

Feeling⁠‍⁠ both a sudden⁠ weakness and a sharp sensation of​ falling, I found⁠ myself plunging deep⁠⁠‌ past the bottom​‌‍ of that place,‌ into the abyss.‍

***‌

They‍ had already been⁠‍‍ in the adjoining​‌ room for two‍ hours—Kang Geom-Ma and‌⁠ Valerion.

Choi⁠ Seol-Ah couldn’t stay​ still.

She⁠‍​ paced nervously in​ front of the​⁠ door, a mixture‌ of worry and​⁠ curiosity twisting in⁠‍ her chest.

‘Can’t‌‍⁠ hear a thing.‍ That probably means‍ he cast a silence spell.’

According‍ to what Horn⁠ had told her⁠​‍ before, the Lord⁠‌⁠ was the quiet‍ type. But even​ so, that same‍​⁠ Lord had been‍ talking to Kang⁠ Geom-Ma for two‌​ whole hours. With​ no signs of⁠‌‌ life from inside,​⁠​ they might be‍​‌ locked in a battle of wills.‍​

Well,‍‌‌ fine. But this​⁠ is my house!‍ I haven’t even‌​‌ finished paying off‌ the lease! Sure,‌⁠⁠ there was insurance‌ coverage for accidents,‍ but even that‌‌‍ had its limits.‌‌

Insurance‍‍ only covers the​ living. For the‍‌ dead, it’s useless.‌ And the same⁠​⁠ goes for property.‌ If the whole‌​‌ place gets blown​⁠ away, that’s it.⁠‌

‘Aaah…’‌‌⁠

There‍‌​ was a time​ when Choi Seol-Ah‌​⁠ had plenty of‌ money. Just six​‌ months ago, she​⁠ could feel satisfied​ just by looking‌⁠ at her account​​‌ balance.

The‌ problem was, during​ that time, she⁠ spent recklessly. Her‍⁠​ biggest expense was‍​ luxury items. Wearing‌​⁠ branded clothes made​​⁠ her feel like​‍ her own worth‌ had increased.

But‌​ now? Not only⁠‍‌ had her income​‌ streams dried up,‌‌ but two-thirds of‍⁠ her assets had‌‍ been stripped away⁠ by her lord.‍ Luxury was out‌ of the question—she​ could barely manage‌ her fixed monthly​ expenses.

She‌​ had never imagined⁠ living was this‌‍ expensive. Now, she​ truly understood the‌ plight of the‌‍ common folk.

This‌ year, interest rates​⁠‍ had soared. Her​ loan interest was‌⁠ snowballing, and to⁠ make things worse,‌‌ she had another‌ mouth to feed.‍​‍ And not just​‍‌ any mouth—despite a scrawny body, it‍ ate like an​‌ elephant.

Suddenly,​‍ Choi Seol-Ah glared​ at Horn. Though​ he too looked‌​ uneasy, his well-oiled‍ belly gleamed under⁠​​ the fluorescent light.‌

‘Well⁠​ fed, aren’t we?’​​

She⁠⁠⁠ considered saying something,⁠‍‌ but held back.⁠‍‍ It wasn’t smart​‌​ to air complaints⁠‍‍ in front of⁠‌‍ the Patriarch of‌‍ the Auditore clan.​‌‌ Oh right, that‌‌ dragon was Horn’s‌⁠​ grandfather. Not only⁠⁠​ did he have​ a belly, he‌​ had powerful backing‌​‍ too.

‘I’ll⁠​ endure. Just hold‍‌ on…’

That’s​ when her eyes​​‌ landed on the⁠‍ black bag on‌ the table. The‍ beef her lord‌ had told her‍​⁠ to grill while​‌‌ they talked. She’d​‍ been so rattled‌ she had completely⁠​⁠ forgotten.

Choi⁠ Seol-Ah broke into‌​ a wide smile.⁠⁠‍ She glanced once⁠‍ more at the‌ door and then‌ stopped worrying. Whatever‌​ happens, happens. Living⁠ in the moment⁠‌‍ is the most‍‍ villainous way to⁠⁠⁠ live, right?

Besides,‍​⁠ as the indigenous​‌ saying goes, “If‌ worrying solved problems,‌‌ you’d have no⁠⁠‌ problems left.” So,‌ might as well‍​ enjoy the moment​‌ with her mouth‍‌ instead of standing‌ there fretting. She⁠ gave in to⁠​⁠ resignation.

She‌‍​ turned on the⁠⁠‍ stove and heated‌‍ the pan. She‍‍​ watched as two‌⁠ slices of beef—marbled⁠‍ like blooming flowers—sizzled‍​‍ against the metal.‍‌ Chiiiiii—like blessings raining‌⁠ down on the‌‌⁠ skillet.

“Ah,⁠ that sound, that‍ smell…”

Choi⁠ Seol-Ah took a deep breath, savoring‌⁠‍ every bit of⁠​‍ the aroma. Her‌ anxiety and stress‍‌ melted away along‍⁠​ with the beef’s⁠ fat. Her lips‍⁠​ softened, along with⁠​ her mood.

And⁠ just as she‌ was basking in​‌⁠ that fleeting bliss—⁠⁠​

Boom!⁠‍‍

A blast. The door‍‌‍ to the adjoining​​‌ room, where her‌​‌ lord and the‌‌ Dragon Lord had⁠‌ gone in, exploded‌ and flew off​⁠ its hinges. A burst of compressed​‌‍ mana had detonated‌ like a gas‌⁠‌ leak.

“……!”⁠

All​⁠ eyes turned toward‍⁠⁠ the epicenter of‍‌⁠ the explosion. Choi⁠‌‌ Seol-Ah’s face, in​​ particular, went deathly⁠‍ pale. A chill⁠‍ raced down her‌​ spine. Oh no…​ my house.

But​ what happened next⁠‍ stunned her even‌ more.

The​​ backdrop turned a pale, ashy white.‍​‌ Wooden splinters floated‌‌ midair, then began⁠​‌ reassembling like a puzzle. Time was‍‌ rewinding.

As​‌ time flowed in‍ reverse, she stood​ there with her‍​‌ mouth hanging open.​‌

The⁠‌‍ once deliciously cooking‌​‌ beef became a lump of char.⁠​ Goodbye, insurance payout.⁠ Goodbye, SSS-grade beef.⁠‌

Choi‍​‍ Seol-Ah was on⁠​ the verge of‍ tears.

Life‍​‍ really was a continuous string of​⁠ suffering. And for‌​​ someone who had​⁠ fallen from nouveau‌‍ riche to just​‍‌ another face in​‍ the crowd, those​ words hit painfully⁠⁠⁠ deep.

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