Most Powerful Entity in Academy-Chapter 51: Therapy

Raul POV.

Opening a therapy salon right in the middle of the forest.

Ah, reminds me of the days I was a lawyer back in my old world.

I did some pretty insane shit back then.

Guess I should thank my old mom and dad for completely fucking up my mental health.

If they hadn’t, I wouldn’t be this traumatized, pathetic, and batshit crazy.

Thanks, Mom and Dad.

I’m redirecting the demon god worshippers here.

I just created an illusion path for them; they have more corrupted divine power, so I can feel their presence.

Not all of them, but half of them just get this place.

I’m not interfering with fate; I’m just playing a game.

So there shouldn’t be any problem.

The guy in front of me was telling me about his father.

"My dad got old, of course, and ended up in a nursing home..." I actually feel a little sorry for him.

He went through hell to worship the demon god. "So how about a rematch?"

The guy looks at me, just a regular student. "What do you mean?"

"From what I understand, your dad is a retired 3rd-tier soldier. You said he joined the demon god cult for power, right? And now he’s in a nursing home?" I said, and he nodded.

Then I leaned in. "What I’m saying is: now’s the perfect time for a rematch. Go give that old man an uppercut. If he is alive, then there is a chance to make him pay the price, right?"

"Yeah, but I’m marked by the demon god... those fanatics would destroy me... I need a proper plan to escape from them," he said.

Hmm.

Joining another power for revenge, I get the desire.

I snapped my fingers; ten skeletons appeared behind me.

The guy jumped and stood up. "Don’t worry about the fanatics. If you weren’t sincere, you’d have ended up like them," I said.

But the guy stood, walked toward me, and dropped to his knees. "Command me. I’ll do anything. Just say it."

"Uh, my bad, but can you give me 2 gold first?"

He immediately handed over 2 gold coins.

I pocketed it.

"That was the therapy fee. Now don’t move." I placed my hand on his head.

He was really in pain, but he didn’t even move because of the fear of me.

I narrowed my eyes.

Lucifer really loves marking people.

A magical force wrapped around the guy and cleansed him completely.

"You’re free to go now. Live a good life. If you fall back into evil, I’ll beat you in the worst way possible and make sure you will end up like the guys behind me."

"I swear I’ll do what you said... and I’ll beat my dad," he said and stood up.

I can see the spark in his eyes.

Keep going, buddy, I believe in you.

I thumped my fist against my chest. "I believe in you, brother. Go be a good student and don’t forget to make a mess on your father’s face."

He mirrored the gesture and sprinted away.

I waved my hand again; the corpses vanished.

Redirecting the ones who infiltrated the academy here was a good idea.

Free 10 souls + therapy fees.

This looks completely fair trade.

I am just a brutally honest therapist.

Wish I’d been a therapist in my previous world.

"You’re insane, Raul," said the angel inside me.

"You’re mean, Gabriel."I just wanted to punch that pigeon now.

"I didn’t know telling the truth is mean. So all the prophets were mean, too?" Gabriel shot back.

"Don’t you dare use my own spells against me, Gabriel." She is using my weapon against me.

I underestimated an old grandma angel. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

I’m seriously considering wrestling the angel inside me.

I’m an equal-opportunity guy; just because she’s an angel and a woman doesn’t mean she escapes my fists.

Proof: the few women who came here and died.

Well, they deserved it. Who told them to be fanatics?

My followers can use divinity too, but I sent a revelation telling them not to be that fanatical.

It’s basically passive income; I use their faith to better understand certain rules of the universe.

Some called me the mirror reflection of the God of Submission.

Blasphemy!

Of course, I stopped that. I didn’t want my followers getting burned at the stake by inquisitors.

After all, among those who worship me, there are both good and bad people. Just believing in a god and praying isn’t enough to wield divine power.

You have to be raised with it, and some gods have different rules.

For my believers, the only requirement to use divine power is sincerity.

Sincerity—that thing matters more than you think.

Ah, I sighed and waited for the next client in the forest.

Lara POV.

Goddamn it.

Why do we have to fight yetis?

I’m completely covered in blue blood—another entry on my noble "blue blood" insult list.

A yeti lunged at me; I rolled to the side, gathered power in my legs, and launched myself at it.

Even though the yeti was several meters taller, it was fighting for its life.

Before it could get up, I kicked its head; its skull exploded.

More blood sprayed all over me.

I’ve got a bad feeling.

"You okay, Julius?" I looked at the still-spotless crimson-haired dragon in the distance.

He’s been getting close to me lately. Most people either fear me or are disgusted because I’m the heroine.

Worst case, I get ostracized for not being a commoner or noble.

Julius was breathing heavily. "I’m fine... just used too much mana," he said, catching his breath.

He slowly walked toward me. "Hey... can I put my arm around your shoulder? I feel like I can’t walk."

"Just give up, Julius. You did great already."

He looked annoyed, but when our eyes met, he sighed.

"I GIVE UP!" he shouted.

No teleport sign.

I narrowed my eyes. Something’s turning; I know the academy is redirecting his mana to the bracelet.

"Don’t you think this is weird? If these yetis went after the others, most people would already be dead," I said. My head was spinning.

The chance of this many monsters being here is tiny, and we haven’t even seen one Cerberus.

Professor Cain clearly said they’d chase us.

This has to be the demon god worshippers’ doing.

And as it’s proving me right, a dark halo appeared above us.

Fuck.

I princess-carried Julius; he started yelling, "Please, heroine, I’m not ready yet!"

What is wrong with this guy? Did he hit his head on a yeti?

A normal reaction would be "You’re covered in blood, put me down!!"

I looked at his embarrassed face. Ah... female dragons are more active and aggressive...

That’s why dragon society is matriarchal.

I get it, I get it. Same world, different people.

I wrapped life force around my legs and ran at maximum speed...

So fast we broke the sound barrier; I couldn’t even hear Julius’s screams.

Hang in there, dragon boy. This heroine won’t let you die.

I barely made it to the summit.

When we arrived, the demon god worshippers were prostrating before an owl-headed, black-winged entity.

"Great demon Andras, guide us in awakening the demon god!"

They were all chanting loudly.

I gritted my teeth. Andras had his back to me; I hadn’t made a sound, and Julius was smart enough to stay quiet.

Just as I was about to jump in, the owl-demon’s head rotated 260 degrees.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up. Do you know how bored I’ve been waiting for you, heroine?"

"Shut up, demon!!!! Go back to hell!" Julius’s shout sounded more like a squeal.

This guy is kinda cute.

Andras released a crimson wave that covered the area. "You have proven worthy to become my subordinates," it said.

Every worshipper’s eyes turned pure white...

"Now I wonder what the heroine can do against me," they all said in unison.

Yes, plural—because the demon’s consciousness was split among them.

Fuck, fuck, what do I do in this situation...

But before I could speak, more people arrived: Saintess Maria, Hans von Valentine, Victoria von Florence, Penelope von Ragnar, Lucas von Sylvaris, and Marco von Demacia.

If Raul were here, he’d recognize Lucas von Sylvaris and Marco von Demacia.

Marco von Demacia—demon race, father is the imperial knight captain.

Jet-black hair, blue eyes, skin so pale you could call him albino.

Lucas von Sylvaris—absurdly handsome elf duke.

Yeah, Duke—after his family died of illness, he became the head of the house.

Blond, ridiculously good-looking, green eyes, pointy ears.

Raul would’ve called him a jade beauty.

But right now, none of that matters because we’re up against the 63rd devil, Andras.

Goddamn it.

If we all fight together, I believe we can beat this bastard...

I’m going to cut this owl-headed fucker’s head off...

I formed a sword of pure life force in my hand.

A golden light.

This’ll do...

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