Surviving as an Academy Black Magician



prologue

“really.”

round 30.

1 million views.

bang!

Unable to hold back his boiling anger, he hit the desk.

“Isn’t it about time you woke up? No, I won’t ask for much, so please at least read it to me. Just do some clicks. Please leave some comments! Academy, regret, obsession, exhaustion, why do you like things like that!”

I always had confidence in my writing, but the miserable indicators made me aware of the reality.

pestilence. What would you do if you changed your soul and made a masterpiece?

There was no influx of people, so I couldn’t even get an evaluation, so I was saddened.

After turning on the internet with ignorance, I started excreting an article.

[Author: ㅇㅇ (171. 284)]

[Title: This dog-like academy, you can’t even read it without a posthumous tag?]

[Patience! why don’t you read it! why! Try taking a bite! Others have hundreds of views starting from the prologue and episode 1, but why am I like this, like a dog!]

[ㅇㅇ (113. 234): If you choose it, you will use it too hahahaha]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ (171. 284): Are you also an academy shopkeeper?]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ (113. 234): ㅇㅇ. 1 million views in episode 3.]

B[ㅇㅇ (171. 284): f*ck.

[ㅇㅇ (124. 112): Following trends is also a skill. There is no progress because you keep insisting like that.]

B [ㅇㅇ (171. 284): Where do you live.]

[Blackening network *: I can’t help it. You have to use it to survive now. Whoopijip Academy is unconditionally average no matter how you mix it up.]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(171. 284): Are you responsible for those words?]

ㄴ[Blackening net*: ㅇㅇ. Now you can’t even write the Lord of the Rings by possessing Tolkien. Assured.]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(171. 284): I wrote it, but what if it fails?]

ㄴ[Blackening Net*): Even if your doggie uses it, it is a standard saliva. If you fail even after doing that, I will send you 500 per month for one year. Verification available. ok? What if you do well.]

ㄴ[ㅇㅇ(171. 284): ㅋI’m going to be possessed by that lump of type wasteㅇㅇ.]

ㄴ[Blackening net*): ㅇㅋ]

After pouring out bullsh*t in the comment window, I turned on Hangeul.

“Okay, I’ll do whatever you guys want for once.”

Pride?

I’ll give it to the dog now. I’ll make you whatever you want once. We will put all the elements you like.

Academy. regret. Obsession. exhaustion. exile.

Don’t shove it all up.

I didn’t take a break for about a week, and I continued to write.

In the end, 20 episodes of type waste were completed.

Without hesitation, I immediately started publishing, and as a result—

“crazy······. Will this work…?”

20,000 views in the 10th car.

It entered the top 100 of the new ranking.

-Titling!

[Notice for comments.]

For some reason, I had a feeling of uneasiness, but as a Hako writer, I could never stand the comments.

click.

[Black Painting: I promised.]

At that moment, along with the light emitted from the monitor, I lost consciousness.

***

I opened my eyes. He chewed on the throbbing headache and rubbed his temples.

“Oh, it’s the head. I’ve been drinking too much caffeine lately… .”

A cool feeling passed through the back of my head, and at the same time, I felt an unknown sense of discomfort.

I hurriedly looked around. It was the first place I had ever seen.

“What is it, f*cker? Where is here… ?”

An old bed that squeaked and squeaked every time it was moved.

A rag that looks like it was picked up from an old clothes collection box, no, a blanket.

A room with a musty smell.

Even after washing my eyes, this was not my room. An ominous feeling caresses the back of your head.

Isn’t that where you see it a lot?

“crazy… … .”

there is no way you don’t know

Because this room was the same as the scenery in the novel I wrote.

“Is it true? really.”

I couldn’t even laugh because I was dumbfounded.

Each time, what I had only imagined in my head became a reality, and I felt more calm about this situation.

“Impossessed… .”

Is it because he is a writer? Perhaps it was so traumatic that it exceeded the limits of what my brain could tolerate.

‘Is this really the world in the novel I wrote?’

At that moment, I suddenly had a question.

If it is true that I am possessed in a novel, what kind of person am I possessed?

Without thinking for a long time, he immediately moved into action.

The moment I saw my reflection in the mirror, curse words came out of my mouth.

“ha… . Even if I possess it, it must be to this bastard… .”

At first, I didn’t even expect the main character.

Because that’s the cliché of ice water. However, I never dreamed that I would be possessed by this character among so many people.

No, it was natural. From the start, imagining that you will be possessed by your own novel is bullsh*t among bullsh*t.

Delusion is delusion, reality is reality.

It turns out that all the writers who write novels in which the main character possesses could not have actually written about the things they went through as novels.

A novel should end as a novel, what kind of novel would that be if it came true? book of prophecy.

It was a hundred times better to be possessed by an unknown extra on the outskirts.

“… enforce.”

I tried to memorize the spell, just in case, but nothing happened.

In fact, I know.

That the starting language is wrong. It’s just that I couldn’t easily accept this reality.

I looked around and muttered in a whisper.

“O flowing mana of the great sea, obey your master. Strengthen.”

Immediately, the vitality of the whole body turned around. The body that had been stretched out was full of vitality.

“I’m really going crazy… .”

He covered his face in shame.

Is this called causation and retribution?

I am also thinking about the world view of this work because of the sense of shame and repulsion that I am writing a work of obvious subject matter.

‘All wizards must shout at least 20 syllables when chanting.’

Actually, it doesn’t matter what you say while singing.

It was just a setting put in to f*ck the readers.

In particular, it was a setting that the more it crumbles, the more certain and distinctly the image becomes, and the more powerful it is… .

I never imagined that I would be able to say that line with my own mouth.

“No matter how you look at it, this is trying to f*ck me… ? As a person on purpose… .”

Tring!

A system message window appeared in front of me.

[I made you ‘possess’ as promised ^^]

“… is it you black screen? Did you put me into this world just because of that comment?”

[It’s a world like this. Isn’t it the world that the author painstakingly created? And when you write comments, when you speak, you should have been careful. This is what happens when you say that you are wearing a mask of anonymity.

Seeing the smirking emoticon made my stomach boil, but it wasn’t exactly wrong.

I was the one who carelessly left a comment.

But who would ever think that someone would become possessed in a novel he wrote just because he left a comment incorrectly?

But first, a quick apology.

I don’t know what the opponent’s identity is, but I’m a transcendent being with the ability to lightly possess something like me.

There was nothing good about pretending.

“… sorry. I think I was talking nonsense because I was mentally weak at the time. From now on, I will only speak kind words and live a kind life. I sincerely apologize. I will live with reflection for the rest of my life, so could you please send me back to the world I came from?”

[I want to do that too, but unfortunately it seems difficult. There are more people waiting for the completion of this work than I thought. If the author wants to leave this world, he has no choice but to finish the work safely. So please work hard on your story. I look forward to the wonderful stories that the author will create in the future. Enough then.]

After the one-way notification, the system message disappeared.

“hey… ? Wait a minute, sir… ?”

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“… … Stand, sir?”

Silent answer.

“You crazy bastard-!!!”

In the end, I couldn’t stand it and cursed out.

“This f*cked baby- !! You may make mistakes in life. Where is this case where a person writes a wrong comment!”

After swearing nonstop for about 5 minutes, my reason gradually returned.

“ha… . ha… . Yeah, just spitting out curses here won’t change anything. Let’s get this damn situation out of the way first.”

I took a moment to catch my breath and started sorting out the situation I was in one by one.

This is the world in the novel I wrote, and to get out of here, you must finish the story safely.

That means that the novel must come to an end.

“Cut it down…”

for a moment.

‘I only wrote this until episode 20…?’

In an instant, I felt my soul go out.

The setting that becomes the skeleton of the world view, the background of the main characters, and the big events and endings have been conceived to some extent.

but···. It was only a rough idea, and I didn’t even know how the story would go after episode 20.

It was clear that even the 20th episode, which I knew right away, would flow differently from the original flow the moment the variable ‘I’ was involved in this world.

In other words, I have to see the end only with the ‘setting’ I know.

“Ah so… bee”

f*cked up

“Then I…?”

I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

A mask covering half of his face, cloudy eyes. The mask was slowly removed, revealing a hideous figure that was unbelievably human.

The melted and flowing flesh, as if it had been scorched by something, was beyond disgusting and I couldn’t bear to see it with my eyes open.

‘It’s what I set up, but it’s even more terrifying when I see it in real life.’

put on the mask again

Abel Croy, the wizard in charge of secondary magic in the hero’s party.

that’s me

The appearance that makes you vomit just by looking at it, the sullen personality, and the stutter. The forbidden black magician. drunk worshiper.

I was the one who put all the negative factors into it.

Although he couldn’t deal with attribute magic, he was chosen as a warrior’s party because he was first-class in one auxiliary magic.

Due to his terrible appearance and desperate social skills, he is treated like an outcast even at a party, and to make matters worse, he is a person who eventually turns dark after hearing contemptuous words from a woman he had a crush on.

In other words, it is a character who somehow dies in the flow of the story.

But more important was not my death.

Regardless of whether I die or not, the destruction of this world is certain.

smart.

“Abel. The companions are calling.”

because of that guy.

Carl Damian, a man with a simple smile like a young man who has just arrived from the countryside.

He was the one in charge of the porter at the warrior party. I glared at him without speaking.

“Abel… ? Why do you… ?”

I thought to myself as I looked at the bright face that couldn’t find any murderous intent.

‘Can I kill him now?’

Damian said with a worried face.

“… Abel? What are you doing?”

A naive face where kindness and concern coexist.

I replied with a light smile.

“sorry. I thought about something else for a second.”

Damian smiled softly.

“I see. Abel-sama is a famous magician, so I think his head is always complicated by the inspiration that comes without rest. I will talk to the people in the party, so please feel free to come down when your thoughts are all sorted out.”

Standing in front of the door, Damian looked back and said.

“… ah. Come to think of it, you speak better than usual today. What changes have you made? Congratulations.”

widely.

When Damian left the room, he sat down on the floor as his legs gave out.

“… I couldn’t even start and almost fell behind.”

It was a really fleeting moment, but I felt it for sure.

At the same time as I conceived the intent to kill, he also contemplated killing me.

‘It must be a body without a handful of internal energy… .’

Even if he used the black magic he had been hiding, he could never win.

“f*cked, really… .”

How the hell do you kill a guy like that?

Small Heavenly Demon (天魔) Heavenly Evil Heaven (天惡天).

That was another name for Kal Damian, the main character of this work and the porter of the hero’s party.

A lot of regret creeps in.

why did i do that

Why did you choose such a madman as the main character?

Why did the main character conceive of an ending that ends this world?

Why did he set the main character as the strongest weapon in the martial arts world?

‘His pride! What is his repulsion! It’s original and nabal, and I should just make it passable!’

I’d rather lie down and lick my toes if I had the option of becoming an ally. However, due to the flow of the story, at this point I was one of those on his list of murderers.

Even if you regret it now, nothing will change.

I don’t want to die. You have to date, and you have to make your parents happy.

‘How many hardships I’ve had!’

In the novel I made, I had no intention of dying a dog.

I finally started to see the light after suffering, but I couldn’t end it in vain.

It was already spilled water. Instead of blaming the situation, you have to accept the reality and think about how to survive.

okay. As long as it happened like this, he somehow survives and changes the ending of the story.

To do that, first… .

We have to stop that murderer from being expelled from the warrior party.

It was urgent to move to action right away at the time to grab your head and worry.

I hurriedly opened the door and went down to the first floor. The party gathered in a corner of the inn.

The hero Lars, who was sitting in the seat of honor, smirked.

“Our slugs are late again, late again. Abel. Can’t you go a little early with the auxiliary magic you’re good at? I use it only to catch it in my room every day, so it’s not too late~”

‘That bastard?’

In reality, it was even cheaper than I had imagined.

I wanted to blow my head right away, but it wasn’t the time yet.

I bit my lip and spat out one letter after another with a forced smile.

“… sorry. I will go early from now on.”

Damian looked at me with an apologetic face.

I knew it was acting anyway, so I didn’t think about it.

Lars clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. If it wasn’t for that bastard’s auxiliary magic, I’d just get rid of it right away… . Wait, come to think of it, are you not stuttering today? What is it?”

The red-haired woman next to me looked at me with contempt.

It was Lin Mage, the magician in charge of firepower in the warrior party.

“What’s so great about that? Anyway. That idiot is not good at anything.”

Saint Leah assisted,

“Still, auxiliary magic is quite useful, right?”

“Useful! It should be considered an honor just to use an idiot who can’t handle a single attribute as an assistant! Isn’t that right, Teresa?”

Knight Commander Teresa just watched the situation with dry eyes.

“…”

be patient, be patient

you have to be patient

Now I have to be patient… . for a moment. Should I be patient?

Anyway, the reason we gathered here is to expel the porter Damian for future reward distribution.

Most of the officers of the Demon King’s Army are dead, so the victory of the warrior party is virtually certain.

I had used it enough to write it, so I was going to give it a rough squeeze and send it off.

“Lin is right. Isn’t that right, Abel? If it weren’t for us, you would have been a slum beggar all your life, but thanks to you, you became a member of the honorable warriors’ party, right? Gotta say thank you.”

The minimum number of people required to maintain a party is 5 people.

This was a rule set by the emperor himself, so even a party of warriors could not refuse it.

“Gogo… .”

Lars giggled.

“What, I thought it was fixed, but are you groping again? Yes, that is our Abel. You look good on it.”

If I leave first, Damian won’t be kicked out of the party right away.

Anyway, from the point of view of those bastards, it would be better for me to go out, as I have to distribute more than Demian, the porter.

widely.

On the table, he threw a gold plate symbolizing a member of the warrior party.

The day we meet again is the day of your ancestral rites.

“Thank you so much, you incompetent bastard. You can’t eat well for the rest of your life, and live poorly. I’m going to beat this sh*t party.”

Lars looked at me with an absurd face.

“·······.”

It was then. Damian’s expression contorted, and he thrust his chopstick into Lars’ neck.

It happened in the blink of an eye.