[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy":3,"chapter-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-148":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1027454,1339,"Chapter 148: Trouble On The Way To Silverleaf Academy (IX)","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-148",148,"\u003Cp>It took about four hours for Aestrea to fully recover his mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as soon as he did, he directly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuuu...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long breath left his lips as he sat up, eyes turning toward the dark night sky through the hotel window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Alright. Let's do this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Storage 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out a strange black mask from the storage, and put it on his face. Along with that, he also wore an entire black outfit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without wasting time, he stepped up to the window, glanced once at the sleeping children, then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jumped out, landing on the empty street below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he jumped toward the rooftops and started leaping from one to the next, disappearing into the deeper parts of the capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't long before he reached the long stone road that led to the Royal Palace. The place was huge, surrounded by heavy gates and shining golden guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was where the Emperor lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Aestrea wasn't foolish enough to think he could kill the Emperor with his meager strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he intended to do was measure the Emperor's strength, and for that purpose, he specifically took out a Mana Elixir so he could use his Time Freeze as many times as needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he pulled out a weapon wrapped in cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Storage 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Slayer's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was finally going to have a use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before invading the palace—Aestrea took out a tiny pouch from his side pocket and shook red powder into his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, he rubbed it across his body. In seconds, his silver mana began to glow a dull red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good… now I'm ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes glowed faintly beneath the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished from where he stood, reappearing in front of the palace gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAAAM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy iron doors blasted open, flying off the hinges and crashing into the marble floor with a thunderous slam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the royal knights jumped to their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"INTRUDER!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them quickly grabbed his communication stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is Sector 3—an unknown attacker has breached the front! Mana signature: red! Unknown identity!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't get to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHHHK—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, Aestrea appeared in front of him, and the knight's body twisted unnaturally before falling to the ground in pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword had sliced clean through armor, muscle, and bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wh-what—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other knights rushed forward with blades drawn, but Aestrea was already moving. His figure flickered like a shadow, faster than their eyes could follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLURT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steel clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed across the white marble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One knight screamed as his legs were frozen mid-run, then shattered under the force of a clean kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another tried to block with a shield, but Aestrea's sword spun through the air and—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Split him down from the shoulder to the waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More knights came rushing in, alerted by the sound and the calls through the communication stones, but by the time they arrived…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sound of dripping blood filled the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the middle of it all stood Aestrea, sword in hand, not a single scratch on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head up, his mask glowing faintly in the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Judgement Eye (✦ S+ Level Skill ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they weren't just foot soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one wore polished armor embedded with mana circuits, and they held their swords with practiced precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glowing runes lit up their blades as they activated Royal Knight Sword Arts, their eyes burning with magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Formation Four!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Engage the intruder—do not let him near the main hall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spells started flying instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACKLE!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fireballs, lightning strikes, and waves of ice exploded in the air, tearing through stone and shattering walls as they surged toward Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked right through the first wave—appearing above one knight mid-cast and slashing straight down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLURT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight's head separated cleanly from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another one tried to catch Aestrea with a wind binding spell, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A throwing knife, coated in frost mana, pierced his throat before the words could finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea landed in a roll, barely grazed by a fire spell that seared the edge of his cloak. His red-tinted mana flared violently, wrapping around his body like a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Red Ice Series: Frost Barrage! (✦ 3rd-level Spell ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of jagged red-colored ice spears exploded outward from his body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHHRKK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLAT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Tearing through knights, piercing through magic shields, sending limbs flying in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"KEEP FORMATION!\" one of the captains screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the formation was already broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aestrea—he didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One slash turned into five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One blink became a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every attack was deliberate, every step soaked in blood and precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splurt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the last elite knight guarding the principal gates fell with a broken sword in his hands and fear still frozen on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stood in front of the massive golden doors that led to the palace's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one violent strike, he shattered the gates open—cracks splintered through the ancient walls like spiderwebs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dust cleared slowly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, Aestrea saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Main Hall of the Royal Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was silent. Tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far end, sitting on a throne made of obsidian and gold, sat the Emperor himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His golden robes shimmered under the moonlight pouring through the glass ceiling, and his eyes burned like dying stars—old and cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rested his cheek on his fist as if bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But watching closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commanders of the Royal Knight Legions, standing tall in ornate armor that pulsed with high-grade enchantments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the front of them all—stood the Sword Duke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man said to have reached the very peak of swordsmanship. His blade was sheathed, but his presence alone made the air feel heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like it could slice your breath in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just looked at Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aestrea looked right back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripping from his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This son of a bitch...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He really likes having a sense of security, huh?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence lingered for a few seconds longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Emperor shifted in his throne ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light from the crystal chandeliers above flickered across his gold-trimmed robe as he raised his head, resting his chin on one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice, when it came, was calm… but bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So very bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really now…\" he exhaled, long and lazy, as if Aestrea's bloodied intrusion had only mildly disrupted a nap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…You storm my gates, slaughter my knights, paint my marble halls with their guts…\" He let his voice trail off, gazing down at Aestrea with half-lidded eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it personal? Political? Or did someone actually pay you for this nonsense?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood there, his cloak still dripping blood onto the palace floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mask on his face hid his expression, but the tension rolling off him in waves made the mana in the room stir slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Emperor waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then blinked, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…No answer?\" he said, tilting his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sigh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back into the throne, resting his head in his palm again like a tired teacher lecturing a hopeless student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How dull. I thought you'd at least say something poetic. Maybe a speech about revenge or justice, mm? No?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers lazily tapped the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Kill him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words dropped like lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Royal Knight Commanders stepped forward, their armor clinking, magic surging through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them radiated intense pressure—seasoned killers, wielders of mana arts passed down for generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Sword Duke?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't move an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the Emperor's side, like a silent blade still resting in its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching and measuring Aestrea's strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't need to step in yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not until it was interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the Commanders drew their weapons and charged, Aestrea still hadn't spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment they crossed that invisible line—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his red-stained sword rose once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'.....Five peak S-rank knights...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea thought inwardly, gripping his sword tightly as he looked at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This is a bit troublesome... if I could use my power, I could defeat them, however, my identity would be revealed.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...Wait, there are a few skills from Lumi that I can use still, except [Bleed]. That's the only known skill that I used from her.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I also have the Crimson Torrent skill from the sword itself... it should be enough.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea shifted his stance slightly, blood dripping from his cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked on the knight commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Formation B,\" one of the knights snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, all five surged forward—fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea raised his blade just in time to block a heavy downward strike from the first Commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor cracked beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another knight appeared behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH—THUD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted, parrying, but the third knight's flaming spear pierced his left thigh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLURT!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped sharply as blood gushed down, his leg nearly giving in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...Alright... It's time to use the Demon Beast Series from Lumi...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Demon Beast Series: Shadowstep Claw 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOM—SLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea vanished into black mist, reappearing behind the fourth knight and slashing downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black claw of energy ripped into the knight's shoulder—he screamed, armor splitting open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fifth knight was already mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Royal Sword Art: Heaven's Descent 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRAAASH!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of holy energy came crashing down on Aestrea like a meteor. He raised his sword, bracing himself—too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was sent flying, his body slamming through two stone pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust and blood exploded across the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed hard, blood spilling from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm—his right arm—was torn at the joint, barely hanging on by tendons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'…Damn it…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights advanced again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're done!\" one of them shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aestrea's eyes burned beneath the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Demon Beast Series: Mindveil Howl 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a phantom scream—not from his mouth, but through mana itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing psychic shriek echoed through the minds of the knights, making them freeze, their vision shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea staggered to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Crimson Torrent 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade glowed—a sickening red mist rose from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cursed sword unleashed its power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWISH—CRACK—SLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He charged, a blur of blood, speed, and flames surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mangled leg dragged slightly, but it didn't stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLICE!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One knight's head flew—his body collapsing in a pool of red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others barely reacted when a second slash spun through the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPURT!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chest was cleaved open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AHHH!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another knight raised a barrier—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Frost Howl Blast 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea's palm released a freezing roar of mana—ice exploded forward, trapping the knight's legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHLUNK!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Red Slayer Sword pierced his heart before he could move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both backed up, panting, now hesitant—until they launched a combined strike of wind and lightning magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Dual Art: Storm Execution 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea raised his broken arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Demon Beast Series: Core Overload 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body flared with unnatural mana—red, black, and violet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spells collided with his energy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRAKOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole hall shook, debris raining, the carpet catching fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke filled the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two knights stared, weapons raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the smoke, a figure limped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mask cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left arm dangling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right hand dragging a cursed blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn't say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply raised the sword one final time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a blur, he was in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHHHING—SLASH!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A straight, clean cut split both their torsos open in the shape of an X.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood exploded from their mouths before they fell back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole palace fell quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the throne, the Emperor slowly clapped his hands once, bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap, clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now that was a fight,\" he muttered lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must say, those beast skills… you're not just some rogue knight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without looking away from Aestrea—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Duke.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man beside the Emperor—tall, silent, clad in platinum armor—stepped forward at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You may go now,\" the Emperor said simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2051,"2026-06-03T09:18:17.303Z","2026-06-03T09:18:22.612Z",1,"novelbin.me","2fee2e2c12364c3466b4e682b43aaa4b8ba91843b7f7b9a5671bff55a1e6d1b1","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-149","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-147",547,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-cover.jpg"]