I Became a Flashing Genius at the Magic Academy [158-362][English Translation]

Episode 231 Chapter 48: Start Of School(5)

Start Of School (5)

Among the most famous last words people say before they die, there's this one:

"I won't die, will I?"

That's right.

It was precisely what I said offhand just before engraving a subspace pocket, or inventory, onto my soul.

As it turned out, I didn't die as the saying goes.

However... it hurt like death.

"Ughhh..."

[Your soul has been successfully imprinted with 'Subspace'.]

As Eltman removed his hand from my back, a strange gray magic circle swirled and disappeared, and a peculiar sensation settled in my chest.

[Subspace Lv.1]

Grade: Transcendent

Description: Allows the use of the fourth dimension.

▼Special Effects

Subspace Summoning

Maximum capacity of 120kg, can hold objects up to 12m³.

Keyword Registration: Specific actions or words can be registered for easier and quicker subspace summoning.

Finally, I had obtained an inventory.

Thinking about how comfortable and convenient my life would be from now on brought tears to my eyes.

Or perhaps the tears were due to the pain in my chest that felt like an elephant was sitting on it.

"Ughhh..."

"It must hurt a lot, but it will ease soon. I'll excuse you from tomorrow's classes, but if you fall behind in the early part of the semester, it will only be a loss for you. Are you okay with that?"

Nod, nod, nod.

I nodded vigorously while lying on the bed.

Pain was pain, but no student would refuse when the principal personally excused them from classes.

When I struggled to get up, Eltman reached out as if to help me. However, I didn't want to burden the principal who was surely tired from engraving the subspace, so I politely declined his help.

"Baek Yu Seul."

"Yes."

As I barely perched on the edge of the bed, Eltman wiped his cold sweat with a handkerchief and said.

"If you were an ordinary student, you would have died."

I knew that.

This wasn't physical pain, but pain that struck directly at the soul. No matter how strong one's endurance or how much mana shield they had, an ordinary magician might have died or developed a mental illness.

"It was pain that even a 7th-class magician would have a hard time enduring. I also understand what that pain is like, as I engraved it myself when I had just reached the 8th class. But you..."

Eltman squinted his eyes.

"Even though you seem to have severe aftereffects, you have the mental strength to get up on your own."

"Well, yes."

As I struggled to find the right words to explain, he spoke first.

"I know. You're not an ordinary student. Probably more special than any of us."

"Huh? I don't think so..."

There's no way I could be more extraordinary than a 9th-class magician. Even if I lived for a thousand years, I couldn't reach the level of a 9th-class magician.