I Became the Must-Have Character of the Academy City-Chapter 107: Magic Bullet
Rohan’s skill structure was evolving.
With every step he took, he climbed higher.
When Weakness Infliction was Level 1, there were limitations. Direct contact was required, and he could only assign physical attributes as weaknesses.
Upon reaching Level 2, he gained the ability to select the attribute to be assigned as a weakness. He was no longer restricted to physical damage.
And yet, Rohan had continued to prioritize physical attributes as weaknesses.
The reason was simple.
He had far more proficiency in physical attacks—enhanced strikes and slashes—than in fire manipulation. The benefits of using flames seemed minimal in comparison.
But now, he had taken another step forward—Weakness Infliction Level 3.
He had gained wings.
[Weakness Infliction - Lv.3]
◇ Assigns a weakness attribute to a target.
◇ Attacks against the weakened target have a fixed chance to apply a debuff.
The description had changed.
Instead of "on contact", it now simply referred to the "target".
The debuff had lost the descriptor "mild", and the "low probability" had shifted to a "fixed chance".
‘This is big.’
With this evolution, understanding naturally flowed into him.
Perhaps he had simply remembered something he had forgotten.
The instinctive realization that he could now imbue mana and skills into projectiles sank into his consciousness.
Although he could likely fire off energy barehanded, he immediately knew—the best weapon for this skill was the handgun he already possessed.
‘The bullet will act as the vessel for Weakness Infliction.’
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If he merely assigned a physical attribute, it might be able to pierce through even high-tier opponents.
But right now, there was only one attribute that mattered.
Considering what Hekes and Omega had prepared to counter Juyeon, the only logical weakness to apply was fire.
There was no doubt. This was the right choice, one hundred times over.
“Haa...”
Supported by Ichinose, Rohan finished aiming.
He pulled the trigger.
TANG!
The bullet ripped through the air.
A force that defied logic had been infused into it.
A power worthy of the name—
Magic Bullet.
Meanwhile...
"Rot away!"
Omega’s arm twisted, the dragon’s maw gaping open with a sickening snap.
A headless dragon let out a howl, concentrating a massive surge of mana.
──KAAAAAH—!!!
Juyeon instantly recognized the attack type.
She tightened her grip on her sword.
Flames swelled around her body.
[Necrotic Breath]
The dragon’s breath of decay and death.
A vortex of murky green roared forward.
Juyeon’s greatsword flashed, rejecting the rot with a burst of flames.
[Blazing Cross Blade]
Within the swirling toxic mist, flames carved a perfect cross, asserting dominance.
──BOOOOM!!!
The violent explosion devoured the breath entirely, extinguishing it.
"Hahaha!!!"
Omega charged forward, swinging his blade.
Clang! Kaang! Ching!
Even his basic swordplay was vicious.
Paired with relentless attacks from his monstrous appendages, he was far from predictable.
Juyeon, engaged in the fierce exchange, quickly recalled and analyzed the battle so far.
She compared it to their past encounters.
‘His resistance to flames is nearly perfect. How?’
Was it simply growth?
Or was it the unknown drugs he had injected in bulk?
No—there was something unnatural about it.
‘It has to be whatever he’s done to his body.’
It felt like trying to burn a monster that lived in lava.
Even so, abandoning fire wasn’t an option.
More constraints would only shift the tide in his favor.
If she didn’t restrain herself strategically, the battle’s delicate balance would tilt against her.
Kagagagak!
Blades ground against each other, shrieking with metallic friction.
Locked in a contest of raw power, this was when the most exchanges occurred.
"Khhuhu, this is exhilarating!"
"..."
The flow of mana, the focus in their eyes, the subtle shifts in their muscles, the placement of their feet—
Every detail was a deception, hiding the real attack.
Both fought desperately for the slightest upper hand.
"?!"
Then, Juyeon saw it.
Even though Noah Frozenheart and Corinne had left, Ichinose Yui and Rohan were still there.
‘Why... haven’t they retreated...?’
For the first time, uncertainty flashed across her expression.
Her gaze fell on Rohan, his gun raised.
The harsh reality was clear.
The odds of his attack actually hurting Omega were virtually nonexistent.
His courage in standing against an overwhelming enemy was admirable, but it was not praiseworthy.
Without the ability to imbue projectiles with mana, a gun was useless.
A normal handgun didn’t even have the firepower to wound a monster of this caliber.
Juyeon exhaled sharply, torn between frustration and exasperation.
‘Wait...’
Suddenly, she felt it.
Mana converging around Rohan’s gun.
An unfamiliar skill, disrupting the natural flow of energy.
Juyeon recognized it immediately.
She had experienced it firsthand while sparring with Rohan.
Even from this distance, she could differentiate it.
‘...Can Rohan actually break the deadlock?’
A sixth sense—a sensation only those who reached the pinnacle of combat could experience.
Juyeon decided in an instant.
She had to follow through with what Rohan was setting up.
“Heh.”
For the first time, Juyeon curled her lips into a smirk in front of Omega.
But that arc of amusement twisted into an undeniable sneer directed at him.
Omega, too, was aware that Rohan was gathering mana.
And yet, he paid it no mind.
“You can’t feel it? If you want to live, run now. My cadets are not ordinary.”
“Hah! Have you started dabbling in politics? You’ve learned to run your mouth!”
“Those who stand still can never follow a new wind. Learn to lower your gaze from the sky.”
“Shut up! As if that pathetic attack would work! Focus on me!!!”
TANG!
The sound rang out clearly.
Rohan’s bullet, seeking to change the tide, sped through the air.
──Ting!
It struck Omega, but failed to penetrate, falling harmlessly to the ground.
“What a meaningless—hmm!?”
A flicker of discomfort spread through Omega’s entire body.
In that instant, he realized—something unknown was affecting him.
“I told you. If you want to live, run.”
Gripping her greatsword, Juyeon glanced at Ichinose Yui, who was scrambling away with Rohan in tow.
The battle resumed immediately.
[Inferno Blade]
A crimson slash shot toward Omega.
Both Juyeon, who launched the attack, and Omega, who blocked it, recognized it instantly.
‘The impact feels different!’
It wasn’t an illusion. Even Omega was clearly shaken.
His fire resistance remained formidable, but it was no longer impenetrable.
It had been reduced to mere endurance.
‘Rohan’s effect won’t last forever. There’s definitely a time limit.’
To waste this opening would be a disgrace.
Juyeon made her decision.
She unleashed her full power.
[Dormant Fire Release]
The embers accumulated within her body ignited all at once.
Her red hair flared brilliantly, infused with radiant golden light.
“You think I’ll allow such a ridiculous end...?!”
Above Omega’s head, a blue sphere emerged.
A creation of Hekes, designed specifically to counter Juyeon.
A living construct, following its remaining instincts to generate endless cold.
[Glacial Cosmos]
The surrounding space cracked with ice, filling the area with bitter cold.
Even Omega himself was affected, making it unsustainable for long.
‘That damn brat...!’
Through the hazy breath of frost, Omega clenched his resolve.
He had to kill Juyeon—and that damn cadet.
Once this battle ended, no matter what, he would hunt Rohan down.
‘If nothing else... I must survive and return.’
Hekes and the others had to know about that bastard’s existence—and his skill.
“You’re distracted in battle? You must be too comfortable.”
Juyeon soared toward him, greatsword raised.
KANG!
Her downward strike clashed against Omega’s block.
But enduring the flames was much harder than before.
No doubt remained—something had changed the moment he was shot.
“Kuh...!”
“Die.”
Juyeon ignored the creeping frost attempting to invade her body, burning herself with endless flames.
She swung her sword without pause.
She was throwing everything into this opening.
Crack!
A fracture formed.
Omega’s hardened skin tore, and Juyeon’s fire seeped inside.
The scales of victory tipped drastically.
“Kraaaagh!!!”
Searing agony consumed his entire body.
Omega screamed, haunted by the nightmare of his past defeat.
“I told you, didn’t I? This time, I won’t let you escape.”
[Sever]
A waist-driven slash.
Omega’s arm flew, torn deep by the cut.
[Reverse]
A follow-up.
She had intended to bisect him, but Omega’s desperate struggle limited the damage to his shoulder.
“Huff... Huff...!”
Omega staggered backward, fear stark in his eyes.
But was there any reason to feel pity?
No.
Juyeon did not relent.
A single step forward closed the distance.
[Firepoint]
Her greatsword rammed into Omega’s abdomen, driving through flesh.
[Cinderfall]
A blinding light flashed before his eyes.
His legs were severed.
[Dissolve]
[Cut]
[Reap]
[Sever]
[Execute]
[Gouge]
A flawless series of cuts and thrusts, worthy of engraving in the history of swordsmanship.
Omega opened his mouth in silent agony, quietly mustering his last reserves of mana.
[Frost Nebula]
The [N O V E L I G H T] blue sphere silently aimed for Juyeon’s back.
“...Too hasty. You should have waited longer.”
Juyeon evaded it effortlessly, as if she had expected it all along.
She never let victory cloud her focus.
She simply took one steady step after another.
The final strike.
[Dragonslayer]
A scarlet flash sliced across Omega’s neck and the floating sphere.
“Guh...!”
In Abyss City, Omega had escaped with a stalemate against Juyeon.
But here, he had died.
If Rohan had seen it, he would have felt relief, yet a deep unease over this unexpectedly altered course.
