I Became a Genius Mechanic at the Academy

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Language.

To communicate with others, a language is necessary.

When I was Hado Yoon, I used Korean to communicate with Korean people.

To communicate with people from all over the world, I used English.

And now, I am speaking the Empire language to communicate with the inhabitants of this world.

As such, the language used varies depending on various factors.

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However, there is a language that transcends all of this.

Culture, race, even species.

There exists an ultimate language that allows communication beyond all of that.

Not only that.

This language penetrates through eras.

It can even traverse one universe and into another, functioning across the many branches of timelines.

That is to say, the language of truth that governs the universe, ‘Numbers.’

‘······The observation is over.’

Numbers.

I am a scientist and physicist specializing in numbers.

Ultimately, the dynamics I pursue are about measuring and applying the flow of energy and interactions to make certain functions operate.

Thus, numbers are deeply connected to me.

Understanding and applying the physical laws that govern this universe is my job, after all.

Therefore, I used the best weapon I could wield.

By using the ultimate language of truth that is applicable in this universe, I confronted the Lord of Hell.

That is, ‘endless counting.’

So, I took to counting.

Dying and dying and dying.

Winning and losing and losing and losing.

Despairing and despairing and despairing and despairing.

I continued to observe timelines where the world was destined to perish.

Defeating the overwhelmingly powerful Lord of Hell is nearly impossible.

So I constantly observed myself in an imperfect superposition state, seeking the timeline of ‘victory.’

Ultimately, the existence of ‘me’ must have created an infinite array of results based on the choices made in the past.

If all of those represent separate states, then the current me can be said to be a superimposed state created by the accumulation of past choices.

In other words, I have accumulated countless defeats to observe myself reaching ‘victory.’

No matter how many defeats I observe, eventually, a timeline of victory will be revealed.

‘And those pasts have built up to become the current me.’

Thus, I observed ‘Edgar Fix.’

The only possible variant that can overcome this despairing world.

I finally arrived at this moment after uncovering the probability of that miracle.

It’s time to put an end to this annoying regression.

“What are you thinking about?”

At that moment, my thoughts scattered upon hearing Sephilia’s languid voice.

Having poured quite a bit of energy into the physical conversation, I had momentarily become a sage.

I was sprawling on the bed, caught up in strange musings.

“…Just, various things.”

I turned to my side and looked at Sephilia.

Her naked body blushed as she gazed at me with a languid expression.

The graceful curves of her body and the naturally drooping ample hills excited me.

And the mess of blood and white fluid between her thighs was incredibly stimulating.

“…Ugh.”

Perhaps my expression and body were too blatant.

Sephilia shyly lowered her head.

However, her ears, which had turned a deep shade of red, only further excited me.

I hadn’t expected things to turn out this way, but Sephilia, having completely shed her princess persona, was absolutely adorable and ignited a fire within me.

-Ssss…

Therefore, I approached her once again.

Sephilia, biting her thumb and wiggling her toes, looked up at me with her face blazing red.

But she slowly closed her eyes once more, permitting another physical exchange.

I embraced her and kissed her again.

Thus began round three.

***

The moment when the relationship between man and woman progresses the most is, indeed, during physical exchanges.

Mixing bodies, even once, is far more intuitive and desires fulfilling than exchanging thousands of words.

No matter how eloquently feelings are wrapped in words, when bodies interweave, a natural exchange of glances occurs.

Hot breaths expelled toward each other.

The pressure felt through intertwined fingers.

The softness of tongues invading without any reservation, unable to match the tips of our fingers.

“I wonder if it’s okay for me to be this happy.”

Thus, Sephilia and I were entwined.

Pouring our desires into one another until we were exhausted.

Speaking with our skin pressed together, sharing sincere words we had never spoken to anyone.

“…Why do you think that way? Of course, it’s okay to be happy.”

“…Just. It feels like a miracle. I never thought I could be this happy.”

Sephilia said this as she lifted my intertwined hand and kissed it.

I couldn’t see her face as I hugged her from behind, but I could clearly imagine what expression she wore.

That thought naturally brought a smile to my face.

‘…She never thought she could be happy…’

Yet, on the other hand, I felt pity for her.

That she never dreamed of such happiness.

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However, perhaps it was something expected.

Having been cursed by the Demon of Malice, she likely had not formed genuine relationships with anyone but Elena.

She must have instinctively suffered from an anxiety that she might ‘be absorbed’ at any time.

It’s not unfounded; the 18 years of Sephilia’s life were destined to be buried underneath the accumulated memories of previous lives spanning thousands of years.

She must have felt this fact instinctively, leading her to perceive this world as a fake one.

‘Now that I think about it, Sephilia had the same eyes as the Emperor in the end.’

Because of that, Sephilia in the past had eyes that were as dark as the Emperor’s, devoid of life.

In the end, she inherited all the memories from the Emperor and was absorbed into her own life.

During that time, Sephilia no longer found joy in seeing Elena and felt no interest in anything in this world.

She was devoured by the long-standing affliction of the Orserk and became a machine performing only the duties of Orserk.

“…I will make you happy. I will protect you so that you are not unhappy.”

Since when did I come to love Sephilia this much?

I conveyed the words that had risen from deep within my heart to her.

Then, Sephilia, who had turned her back to me, looked back again.

Her eyes were glistening.

“I… think I understand. What your girlfriends feel.”

Sephilia said this as she embraced me.

With her face nestled against my chest, she continued.

“It’s because I like you so much, even if you have many women. Of course, I want you all to myself, but the desire for you to be happy is much greater… So, I accepted you. …My heart feels this way at present.”

…Suddenly, I thought to myself.

I was really glad I accepted Sephilia.

Initially, I feared that if I said I would take responsibility for Sephilia as well, the relationships I had built would collapse, leading me to push her away.

However, now that I’ve connected with her, I understand.

My heroines truly do like me more than I would have thought.

I am so loved like this.

“I love you. More than anything in this world.”

Sephilia tightly embraced me with the weight of emotions she had expelled.

Her soft and warm chest spread across my abdomen, igniting a fire within my heart.

Because of that, my member pressed against her lower abdomen.

“…”

“…”

Thus, we gazed at each other with flushed faces.

Eventually, we slowly closed our eyes and leaned towards each other’s lips.

Once again, a physical conversation began.

***

…After successfully spending the night with Sephilia.

Edgar had been incredibly busy.

Despite being busily occupied trying to save at least one more person, he still shared love.

After all, the number of people Edgar loved was as many as five: Enya, Isabella, Charlotte, Adela, and Sephilia.

‘Edgar really… has amazing stamina.’

And Lucas looked at Edgar as if in admiration.

Admittedly, his cheeks had become thin after handling that tremendous schedule.

Still, he was giving equal love to all five heroines.

However, the fact that one of those who was making Edgar look so thin was his mother made his heart ache.

He was trying to adjust his feelings as much as possible.

After all, Edgar’s past life was his biological father, wasn’t it?

So, it was only natural that the bond that should have been formed was now in place.

Lucas thought positively, asking who else could ensure his mother’s happiness if not Edgar Fix.

‘Now, mother will be protected by Edgar. Just like I have someone to protect.’

However, the reason why Lucas, who had strived all his life for Adela’s acknowledgment, could be so calm was perhaps because a woman appeared whom he could love as much as Adela.

Claire Bernhardt.

Lucas, who was about to marry her, was finding a way to be genuinely happy beyond the gaze of others and his mother’s approval.

Now that the royal marriage was successfully completed and the royal proclamation had ended, all he needed to do was to pick a suitable date to be with Claire.

-Beeep! Beeep! Beeep!

But just as he was smiling while dreaming of a happy future, an alarm rang inside the command room, turning the interior red.

Something emergency had occurred.

“Brother!”

In the midst of trying to understand the situation, Eve rushed in and called for Edgar.

As Edgar stood to greet her, Eve gulped down a breath and said.

“It seems the seal of annihilation has been… released. The Lord of Hell has appeared… Here’s the footage captured by a drone just moments ago.”

Eve projected the video as a hologram.

In the footage, one of the Lords of Hell, ‘Izazel,’ was seen rising amidst the sky of a kingdom, emitting black smoke.

And those inhaling the black smoke immediately had their eyes turn red and displayed madness before ultimately turning into demons.

It was as if a zombie virus spread, instantly transforming hundreds of thousands of people into demons.

“Now it’s truly war.”

The emergence of the Lord.

Edgar grinned with a chill, as if he had awaited this moment.

He turned to Eve and instructed her to prepare the ultimate suit he had designed.

“Eve, get the Doom Suit ready.”

“…Okay.”

That was the Doom Suit, powered by the energy of the thousands of times he had already endured.