[{"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-210":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},1027166,1339,"Chapter 210: Silverleaf Academy (LVIII)","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-210",210,"\u003Cp>Chapter 210: Silverleaf Academy (LVIII)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-he just… one-handed her—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria’s voice trembled out the words as her lips parted in disbelief. Her eyes stayed wide, stuck on the spot where the Executor had once stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others also looked at him with countless shocked gazes, but Aestrea didn’t look at them, not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze remained locked on the sky, more specifically on the divine symbol that was still flickering, barely holding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand slowly, an ice sword forming on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, the sigils engraved across his body blazed to life, like constellations awakening on his skin, golden and white and burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden gust exploded outward—no…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm, a shockwave that bent reality itself. Swords of air and shadow carved through the courtyard like wild spirits, dancing and howling in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Third Move! (✦ Moonlight’s One Flash ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky didn’t just split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It screamed as it tore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jagged crack of pure, glowing space ripped upward, climbing into the heavens like a sword that refused to stop. Violet, silver, and white colors bled into the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine symbol above began to collapse in on itself, light bleeding from every edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… it dissipated into countless wisps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the remaining Executors, trained killers without emotion, creatures that had no fear, stood still, staring at the boy who had just erased an eighth-grade spell with a swing of his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s gaze lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were calm… but far too calm, almost detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the eyes of someone who wasn’t looking at people, but at mere obstacles. His voice came like a whisper, yet it reached every corner of the broken courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divine Correction…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers curled slightly, the sigils on his arms brightening, tightening, constricting like serpents ready to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…what a ridiculous name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closest Executor finally moved, perhaps out of pride, perhaps because he thought his holy spear could reach the boy faster than his death could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t make it a single step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without so much as a gesture, the air behind the Executor folded, and a sword of violet light pierced through his back, exiting through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SCHLNK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man gasped, looked down at the blade… then collapsed, lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all it took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a single breath, Aestrea’s body blurred into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed the space between him and the next cluster of Agents, his form phasing like a mirage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first swung a blessed mace at his head, and Aestrea ducked under it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mace shattered stone behind him, but his foot rose in a clean, perfect arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struck the man’s chin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His neck snapped clean, and his body flew into the sky, limp before it even landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another came from behind with a holy seal in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted mid-step, caught the man’s wrist with one hand, and with the other, he drove his fist into the Agent’s sternum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was sickening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s chest caved inward, ribs breaking like dry twigs. Blood sprayed from his mouth before he collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still more came, Cardinals, Inquisitors, even Red Fang now moved, daggers spinning toward the silver-haired boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sigils surged, and the shadows on the battlefield twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art Variants…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Frost Reversal (✦ Counter Technique ✦)』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around him dropped in temperature instantly. The blades that came toward him were stopped midair, frozen in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the daggers were suspended like decorations, as if time itself had bowed to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red Fang’s eyes widened for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved back fast, but it was still too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea pointed toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Ice Series: Frost Crash! (✦ 6th-level Spell ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRAAAAAAAAASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive block of glacial ice fell from above like a meteor. It crashed where Red Fang had been standing a second before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely escaped, but one arm was caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed, a horrible, wet sound, as the ice devoured the limb in seconds, flesh freezing and shattering into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Executors finally panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They charged from all sides, divine magic lighting up the sky. Holy chains, blessed arrows, radiant spears… everything they had, they threw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t dodge as he didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Shield Series: Winter’s Barrier! (✦ 6th-level Spell ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An enormous crystalline shield formed around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine spells struck it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none broke through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every impact only fed the swirling energy surrounding him. His expression hadn’t changed once; the rage from a few minutes ago had completely disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, he raised his sword again, whispering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Second Move! (✦ Ice Lotus Barrage ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, hundreds of lotus-shaped glyphs formed midair, each one pulsing with beautiful, lethal magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exploded forward in a synchronized bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each petal was a spear, each flower a bomb of frost and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Agents and Executors screamed, their holy shields crumbling. Bodies froze mid-run, weapons turned brittle, and limbs shattered like porcelain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood painted the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams were muffled by the storm of ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, a final Cardinal remained. His robes were torn, his face pale, but he raised a trembling staff and chanted a desperate prayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“P-please… deliver us, Father… Please, bless your children—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t run, he appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right before the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cardinal didn’t even react in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea placed two fingers on the man’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…This world doesn’t need gods like yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FLASH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blinding light surged from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man didn’t scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply vanished, erased, like dust scattered on the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bodies covered the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The church’s army, Agents, Cardinals, Executors, even the divine Corrector, were gone. No holy light or hymns, only blood, frost, and silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stood in the middle of it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his forehead, a faint crescent moon mark could be seen, his right eye shone with a strange icy light, and his left eye was marked with a strange black and white symbol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver hair fell gently around his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were half-lidded now, as though what he had just done didn’t even matter. As though killing a dozen S-rank warriors was just another spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the others had fallen silent. Selene stared at him, not with shock, but with delight. Her eyes shimmered, her lips parted slightly, her voice a purr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…The prophecy…” She licked her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luntheris.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mia’s hands were trembling, not from fear… but awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maria knelt, swallowing hard, unable to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eira stood frozen, the frost around her feet slowly fading, as she stared at the boy who had once walked through the Academy halls like any other student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, both Ulgar and Rayn also stood in awe, but unlike before, their eyes were full of appreciation for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Derek and James exchanged glances with a wry smile, shaking their heads as they noticed that Aestrea had saved them once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Should we offer our bodies to him now?” Derek nudged his twin brother and asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At this point? We probably should.” James nodded solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea looked their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone in a single movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>James blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait! Did he hear us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Derek just sighed, crossing his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fight’s not over yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames exploded across the eastern section of the academy, bathing the temple garden in red and gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rubble smoldered underfoot. Marble statues melted into pools of white-hot slag. The smell of scorched air and blood clung to everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruby, the headmistress, stood amidst the wreckage—bloodied, one eye nearly swollen shut, her left arm hanging limp. Her crimson uniform was torn and burned, yet her stance never wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from her floated a woman in white robes trimmed with ash-gray patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hovered above the shattered chapel altar, barefoot, eyes closed, skin pale as snow. Her lips never moved, but flames coiled around her like snakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess of Ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the church’s most feared weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re holding back,” the Saintess said, her voice distant, calm, yet somehow hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruby spat to the side, blood mixing with dust. “Because if I don’t… this whole damn city burns with us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess tilted her head, unmoved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And that would be… a problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ruby could reply—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THRUMMMMMMMMMMM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A divine presence descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky itself shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from above, cloaked in gold light and flanked by seraphic symbols, descended the Pope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His robes were pure white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His staff was encrusted with divine gems, each humming with ancient hymns. His eyes were closed, yet his every step seemed watched by heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seems that he was going to finally step up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he spoke, it echoed like a choir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ruby Corvenia. You have defied sacred law. You have harbored heresy. And now, you draw your blade against God’s chosen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruby raised her chin defiantly. “If God sent her to kill my students… then maybe I’ll burn heaven down myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope’s eyes opened, and for the first time, his gaze was deadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So be it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the Saintess could unleash another wave of burning faith—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOOOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive pillar of red fire exploded near the treeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman with long, wild crimson hair walked out from the smoke, her cloak dancing like a living flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like I came just in time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was none other than Vivian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The so-called Red Devil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vivian…!” Ruby exhaled sharply, almost surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her came one more\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Miss Helena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her silver eyes sparkled with intellect, and her fingers were already glowing with psychic threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Headmistress,” Helene said calmly, nodding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll handle this with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruby’s shoulders relaxed just a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CHIME.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope lifted his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. Two professors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked toward the Saintess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Delay the headmistress. I will deal with these… reinforcements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian’s grin only widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Coming for me personally, Your Holiness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t look at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze lingered on her body, her aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for a brief second, his divine senses wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You. You’re not normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft. Took you this long to notice? You must be slipping, old man.” Vivian chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Pope didn’t smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There is… something wrong with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian grinned darkly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, there’s a lot wrong with me. Wanna find out how much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Inferno Art: Crimson Starfall! (✯ 7th-Level Spell ✯) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KRA-KOOOOOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barrage of fireballs rained from the sky like meteors, each one trailing smoke and heat. But the Pope lifted a single finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Divine Order: Radiant Silence! (✯ 8th-Level Holy Spell ✯) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PING—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single fireball froze midair, then disintegrated into light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vivian’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch. Annoying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the distance between them, swinging his staff with divine force. Helene stepped between them instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Psychic Veil! (✦ 6th-Level Spell ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope’s strike hit an invisible wall, but the veil cracked instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Helena’s hand twitched again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Telekinetic Grip! (✦ 6th-Level Spell ✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A column of psychic force slammed into the Pope, trying to hurl him backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see… You’re both S-rank.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 Divine Mandate: Judgment Cross! (✯ 8th-Level Holy Spell ✯) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive golden cross burst from the ground, splitting the battlefield in half. It shattered Helene’s barrier, sending her flying into the trees, and forced Vivian to leap back, cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit! He’s way above us—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helene landed with a hard grunt, blood running down her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope stepped forward, robes untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were wise to come as two. But not wise enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Saintess walked through a river of fire, untouched by the heat. Her arms opened wide as ashes rose to greet her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ruby. Shall we continue?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruby raised her right hand, her entire body trembling now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet. Not done. Not ever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from across the field, Vivian, watching the Pope carefully, grinned again, though something shifted behind her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something… ancient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope’s brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…That aura again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at Vivian for one more heartbeat, his eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve seen that before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? What the fuck are you even talking about?” Vivian sharply replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that moment, a low, distant hum began to pulse from her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope’s eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips curled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started laughing loudly, causing both Vivian and Helene to exchange puzzled gazes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…No wonder…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the daughter of the Demon God!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2143,"2026-06-03T09:18:17.304Z","2026-06-03T09:18:22.612Z",1,"novelbin.me","f6b770cdc9d4fdafb0312917e604e44823ae96ca8f6eeab04cddd6a552330707","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-211","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-209",547,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-cover.jpg"]