I Became a Genius Mechanic at the Academy

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‘This, you bastard!’

At first, it was nothing but fury.

How dare he ruin my final ceremony?

The chance to rise from Bishop to Archbishop slipped away, and my blood boiled.

I wanted nothing more than to rip that arrogant brat apart.

“I will kill him…! I will definitely kill him…!!”

Thus, I desperately gathered the power of others’ followers.

Having not yet inhaled CS gas, I frantically drained the mana from the entranced followers and absorbed it into my own strength.

However, from thousands of followers, it was reduced to just a few hundred, leaving me unable to absorb much power.

I was merely able to boil the web that clung to my body.

“It doesn’t matter. They won’t be able to take my Hell energy!”

Yet, despite that, I was confident.

The hell energy in the underground was energy that only I could wield.

After all, it was I who violated five maidens and injected my mana into them.

My corrupted emotions grew, blessed by the collective desires of thousands of followers, and the half-human energy gestated and flourished within corpses, becoming the Hell energy.

Unless one possessed power far beyond my rank, no one could manipulate the Hell energy created by my mana.

In other words, I had fallen to my own scheming!

‘Surely, the brat is aiming for my position.’

Everything that had just unfolded was bewildering, but deep down, I felt I could grasp the situation.

The Demon Church from another faction.

Those who coveted my power orchestrated this cowardly ambush.

Indeed, within the Demon Church, each member could inherit the accumulated mana energy.

“I will kill him…!”

Thus, with an enraged expression, I moved my steps.

I quickly descended to the basement to ridicule those who were struggling to seize the Hell energy, then I would absorb all the energy and showcase the difference in our ranks.

Then he would painfully realize what sins he had committed.

“…Hmm?”

But then.

As I quickly moved to the basement, Edgar began to ascend first.

Surely, he must have given up on claiming the Hell energy and was coming up.

A mocking grin twisted at the corners of my lips.

“Cough! You, of all people, want my Hell energy…”

However, as I continued my triumphant speech, I faltered.

This was because a familiar aura surged from the sword Edgar held.

‘No, that is…’

No, it was not just that.

It was the blade of the Crucible, created by extracting only pure Hell energy.

At the sight of its gleaming form, I was certain.

Edgar’s skill in handling Hell energy was far beyond anything I could possibly gauge.

It was unquestionably a realm far surpassing that of a Cardinal.

【You won’t die easily. I’ll tear you apart, little by little.】

As I trembled at the completely absorbed Hell energy, Edgar approached with anger in his strides.

I, like a frightened puppy, unleashed mana in all directions, showcasing my power.

– Whoosh!

But in an instant, the moment the Crucible was swung at me, all my bravado faded away.

I instinctively realized that the moment this sword struck, death would come upon me.

“Ahhhh!”

Thus, the Bishop, trying to confront Edgar, immediately turned his back.

Having completely lost the will to fight, he decided to use his remaining strength to flee.

From his shoulder blades, the wings of a demon suddenly sprouted, flapping in a hurry.

– Kiiiiiing! Boom!

However, Edgar had plenty of means to stop him.

Repulsor beams and genetically modified webs.

Even the three-dimensional maneuvering equipment.

All of these were unleashed upon the Bishop, tearing his wings and binding him to the ground, rendering them useless.

Ultimately, the Bishop, having failed to escape, could only scream as he turned back to face Edgar.

“Gahhh! Uwaaaa! Get awayyy!”

【All because of your twisted desires!】

– Slice!

“Uuuhhh!”

【Thousands of innocent villagers have fallen into the Demon Church.】

“Whaaaah! Nooo! Gahhh!”

【I’ll make you suffer as much pleasure as you once enjoyed.】

– Slice!

“Whaaaah! Uwaaaa! Noooo!!!”

The Bishop’s screams echoed all around.

The reason he cried out in such agony was due to the power of the Crucible.

This sword, made solely to slaughter demons, had the function of nullifying their exceptional regenerative abilities.

No matter how great a demon’s regenerative force, if struck by the Crucible, the pain would lead to shock death as they tried to recover.

“Whaaaaah! Ughhhh!! Uwaaaaaaaa!!!”

Thus, bubbles frothed and boiled at the Bishop’s severed ankles and wrists.

The mana within him sought to restore his body, but every time, it clashed violently against the Hell energy of the Crucible, leading to inflammation.

And that inflammation brought with it unimaginable pain.

Pain that one could not endure with a sane mind.

“Ughhh… uhhhhh…”

Eventually, the Bishop began to roll his eyes as he foamed at the mouth.

No matter how much mana he poured in, his wounds would not heal, and his demonized body returned to that of a frail old man.

The maddening pain could only cease once he reverted to human form.

【It would be troublesome if it ends here.】

However, Edgar had no intention of letting him go like that.

Waking the Bishop’s consciousness with a healing scroll, Edgar prepared a syringe filled with mana and stuck it into him.

Then, once again, bubbles began to froth from the severed areas, and the Bishop started to scream.

“Gahhh! K-kill me… just kill me… please…!”

【Why should I?】

– Wooooosh…

“Uwaaaaah!! K-kahhhhhh!!!”

【Isn’t that the mana you desired? You wanted to become Archbishop.】

“Hah! Guhhhh…”

Edgar tortured the Bishop, controlling the intensity right up to the brink of shock death.

Thus, the Bishop experienced repeated cycles of teetering at the edge of shock death and then reviving.

Reduced to a state of utter destruction, the Bishop pleaded for mercy through tears, but each time, Edgar merely smiled.

【Come to think of it, I didn’t even know your face.】

At that moment, Edgar punched the Bishop in the face, shattering his red mask.

As the shattered pieces fell, the image of a tear-streaked old man with a nosebleed was revealed.

A face I didn’t recognize.

【I’ve never seen this guy before. I guess he’s only Cardinal-level at best.】

In the late game, as Edgar fought fiercely against numerous demons of the Demon Church, he didn’t remember the faces of every enemy.

To know a face would mean that the opponent was someone who could advance to Cardinal level.

【Was I ruined because of this worthless guy?】

Even though it could still be considered early in the game, the Bishop, donned in a red mask, had already built a powerbase that threatened to devour his territory.

Thus, while initially thinking he was someone of substance, it turned out he was merely an extra.

Thinking he had caught something big when unmasking him, the result was a complete bust.

【I’m annoyed.】

Angry, Edgar pushed his mana deep into the Bishop’s body.

Then, watching the screaming figure, his voice was dry and emotionless.

【Confess your identity. Explain why you plotted this and who you received this power from. If you do, I might let you die a little less painfully.】