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Chapter 47: Golden Ascendance
"Muhan, what is the meaning of this?" Jin-ho asked, his brows furrowed, voice calm yet laced with suspicion as he stood between Muhan and the colossal gate leading to the Principal's sanctum. The polished obsidian floor beneath their feet reflected the soft glow of the Academy's suspended light orbs. The air shimmered with a quiet tension, heavy with an unseen storm.
"You won't get anything out of this," Jin-ho added, his voice sharpening with subtle warning.
Muhan's reply was quiet—too quiet.
"That's where you're wrong."
His eyes narrowed, crimson swirling with a storm of sorrow and fury. "He killed her… the only sister I ever got to know."
The atmosphere cracked. A low hum pulsed around Muhan like the rhythm of a drum beating to war. His aura ignited—a hauntingly beautiful cascade of indigo and aether-blue energy swirling around him like a waking tempest.
Jin-ho chuckled, but it was hollow, the kind of laugh that tried to mask the storm behind it. He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing unnaturally. Then, with the predatory glee of a battle-hardened warrior, he began to bounce on the balls of his feet, shifting weight from left to right. His smirk widened. "You know... I've been waiting for this."
No more words were needed.
BOOM.
A shockwave exploded as their fists collided—Muhan's Extreme Punch technique against Jin-ho's Blazing Knuckle Art. The impact shredded the air itself, rupturing the dimension that housed Wysteria Academy. The sky cracked like glass. Grounds shattered beneath them, elegant towers reduced to drifting debris. The floating academy quaked in the chaos of their clash.
From the courtyard, Mi-cha arrived, her voice desperate against the roar of destruction.
"Muhan! Stop! You're destroying the school!"
From mid-air, Muhan glanced down. Professors and students watched in horror from behind fractured barrier runes. His gaze returned to Jin-ho. "Let's take this to space."
Jin-ho's grin turned savage. "Finally."
Mi-cha shouted again, gentler this time, her voice trembling. "Don't die on me... Come back, okay?"
Muhan turned his head just enough for her to see the faintest smile on his lips.
"I will."
Then, with a thunderous blast of energy, the two vanished into the sky, piercing the stratosphere in streaks of light.
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Above the Planet – Outer Atmosphere
Jin-ho's transformation was instantaneous. His obsidian hair ignited into wild golden-orange flames, standing on end like a roaring sun. His body radiated an aura so dense, reality bent around it. A neon-orange tail of pure energy whipped behind him, and his irises gleamed like molten starlight. He had entered Beast Form—the raw embodiment of wrath.
Muhan's reply was serene but fierce. "Alright then."
His body shimmered as he entered Aether Awakening. His black hair lifted slightly, two bangs falling forward like the eyes of fate peering through the storm. His iris glowed an electric neon-blue, like a fragment of the cosmos itself had nested in his soul. His aura blazed in symphonic hues of blue and white, harmonizing like celestial strings in resonance.
"Before we start..." Muhan said calmly, "Let's take this beyond."
Jin-ho nodded.
In less than a feptosecond, they shattered the barrier of their universe and soared into the realm between omniverses—a place where existence danced between silence and eternity.
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Omniversal Rift – Between Everything and Nothing
There they stood. Floating among cascading nebulae, amidst drifting superclusters and forgotten gods. Time had no voice here, and space had no master. Yet even here, their presence bent the very foundations of creation.
As they fought—each blow a declaration of divine will—the shockwaves carved trails through the omniverses. One punch split a dimension in half. A kick sent shockwaves through ancient realities. Whole star systems perished in their wake, ripped apart by their terrifying might.
Back in their native universe, Wysteria Academy shook violently. Flux, the school's sentient AI, activated emergency defense systems.
"ALL STUDENTS—HOLD TIGHT! Activating multiversal defense barrier!"
A dome of radiant energy enveloped the academy. Runes etched from lost civilizations and forgotten timelines shimmered across its surface, humming with the power to resist a multiverse-ending cataclysm.
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Meanwhile — In the Aether Fold of Xylan-7
Ji-hoon was being overwhelmed. Five of Wysteria's elite First-Class students surrounded him, their powers synchronized in deadly harmony. Among them, Kim the Elf, his graceful form glowing with ancient forest energy, landed a punch to Ji-hoon's core. The blow detonated like a miniature supernova, launching Ji-hoon through galaxies.
Reeling in fury, Ji-hoon roared, awakening his Nova Form. His hair rose like dark flames crowned with light, his iris glowing with radiant gold as if the stars themselves bowed to his rage.
But Kim stood firm.
Runes crawled across his body—glowing green, alive. He had entered his Runes State. His snow-white hair floated like liquid light, every strand reactive to his breath. Reality itself seemed to hesitate around him, unsure whether to obey its own laws.
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Back at the Academy
Mi-cha stood alone on the rooftop, a gentle wind fluttering through her raven-black hair. Her pink system interface hovered before her, casting soft light across her worried face. She stared at the chat window, fingers trembling.
"He'll be okay," she whispered. "He has to be..."
Then—
FLASH.
The Principal appeared behind her. A cruel smirk twisted his face, his presence seeping malevolence.
"Mi-cha," he said silkily, "you're Pjeonjaeham by blood. Our kind. Yet you cling to a Jonjae."
His eyes narrowed. "Come with me."
Mi-cha turned. Her golden eyes blazed with fury and love.
"That Jonjae is my boyfriend. He's cute, hot, and sweet... And he did what you couldn't."
Her voice rose like thunder. "He defeated See-hoo. And I know you killed his sister."
The principal's smile cracked.
Her system beeped.
[You have attained a higher state of power. Accept?]
[YES]. [NO]
Her hand hesitated. Then—
"Yes."
> "To achieve this state, you must let go."<
Mi-cha closed her eyes. She shed her fear. Her hesitation. Her doubt.
The world fell silent—until it exploded with light.
Her transformation ignited the heavens.
Her raven-black hair burst into radiant gold, each strand a filament of starlight. Her iris shone like twin suns, golden and pure. Her aura—monumental, solar, divine—blossomed around her in golden waves that cracked the rooftop tiles and shook the sky.
The principal stumbled back, stunned.
"You… you're like him."
Mi-cha stepped forward, her voice like tempered steel.
"No. I tried to be like him."
She raised her hand, golden energy crackling in her palm.
"But now—I've become more. I've transcended. And I will protect those I love..."
She took another step.
Each step she took igniting the atmosphere and crackling the sky with golden electricity.
"Even if it means burning everything you are to ash."