[{"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-401":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},1026957,1339,"Chapter 401: The Beginning Of The End [LXIII]","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-401",401,"\u003Cp>Kael instantly stopped laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay,\" he said slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s new.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn’t part of the illusion sequence, you dumb shit!\" Tyrian’s smile vanished instantly as he looked around, his eyes narrowing sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea didn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already scanning the space, his body relaxing into a familiar state of focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruined city illusion collapsed in on itself, the buildings melting into streams of light that were violently pulled upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky shattered like glass, fragments spiraling away into darkness. In less than two seconds, the entire environment was replaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They now stood on a vast circular platform floating in an endless void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below them, nothing but black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them, the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange symbols rotated slowly beneath their feet, far more complex than the usual arcade runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of budget increase did this place get?\" Kael muttered, trying to joke, but his voice lacked confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kael... the pain dampener.\" Tyrian swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about it?\" Kael blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It’s gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made Kael stiffen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if to confirm those words, a low sound echoed through the void. It wasn’t loud, but it carried weight, like something massive shifting its attention toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the darkness ahead, shapes began to form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not what seemed to be illusions, as they were too detailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three figures stepped forward, each one mirroring the others almost perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why does mine look more handsome?\" Kael stared at the one that looked exactly like him, down to the stupid grin and wild hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut up,\" Tyrian snapped, eyes locked on his double.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His copy was calm and already forming spells without wasted motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s counterpart said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply stood there, his crimson eyes glowing faintly with Midnight already resting in its hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That’s bad,\" Kael muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant’s voice suddenly crackled through the space, distorted and panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-all participants, p-please evacuate immediately, system breach—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice cut off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just then, the copy of Kael moved first, vanishing from his sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael barely had time to react before something slammed into his ribs, lifting him off the ground and sending him rolling across the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GRAH—!\" He skidded to a stop and coughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, okay! That hurt WAY more than sixty percent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyrian unleashed a barrage of spells without hesitation, light and force crashing toward his double.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His counterpart countered perfectly, their magic colliding midair and detonating in a violent blast that sent cracks racing through the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This thing knows everything I do!\" Tyrian shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea stepped forward slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His copy mirrored him, his sword lifting at the exact same angle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound rang out like a bell struck by gods. The shockwave rippled outward, nearly knocking Kael off his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHY IS THAT ONE SO STRONG?!\" Kael scrambled up, his eyes widening in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because it’s Aestrea!\" Tyrian shot back, ducking as a spell grazed past his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each movement he made, the copy answered perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every feint, every little change he did now executed a slash... it anticipated them all. Their blades met again and again, sparks flying, neither gaining ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk,\" Aestrea clicked his tongue quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Oh,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That face means he’s annoyed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael barely had time to say it before Tyrian suddenly froze mid-step, his eyes widening as if something slammed into his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WAIT—!\" Tyrian shouted, nearly tripping over his own feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This thing... this is a Mimic Tear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A what now?!\" Kael twisted his head mid-swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAAAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyrian ducked just in time as his copy hurled a condensed blast of force straight at his face, the spell grazing his shoulder and tearing a long burn across his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grimaced but kept shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Mimic Tear! It’s basically a liquid anomaly that transforms into whatever touches it first and perfectly replicates everything about it... fighting style, instincts, habits, even decision-making!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea parried his mirror’s sword again, sparks bursting between the two swords as their clash sent tremors across the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That explains the delay before they moved,\" he said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael slammed his elbow into his copy’s jaw, only for the bastard to twist unnaturally and counter with the exact same motion, smashing Kael straight back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"GAH—!\" Kael rolled, skidding along the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHY DOES IT HIT LIKE ME BUT WITH BETTER FORM?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because it’s not tired!\" Tyrian yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And it doesn’t hesitate as it doesn’t care about its own death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyrian’s copy raised both hands at once, unleashing a flawless chain of spells that Tyrian barely managed to intercept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions of light cracked against his barrier, each impact forcing him back another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"However!\" Tyrian continued, teeth clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These things shouldn’t exist anymore! They were last recorded during the war between the Gods and the Demons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re telling me this stupid arcade is sitting on war relics from THAT era?!\" Kael’s eyes widened as he blocked another punch, his arms aching from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s exactly what I’m saying!\" Tyrian shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea slid back as his copy followed relentlessly, blade cutting dangerously close to his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted his body, letting the edge of the sword pass by a hair before kicking off the ground and creating space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Then this means that this arcade is built on top of a battlefield.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His copy lunged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea blocked, stepped sideways, and redirected the force just enough to avoid being overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Or worse,\" he added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A graveyard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyrian’s eyes went wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That... that could be true,\" he replied as his breath slowly started getting heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the books, it was said that gods used Mimic Tears against demons to force them into mirror battles. It was almost impossible to win against yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ALMOST?! YOU MEAN THEY SOMETIMES WON, RIGHT?!\" Kael cursed as his copy grabbed him by the collar and slammed him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyrian clenched his fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They won by cheating fate itself. And even then, the demons had something just as broken. That’s why the war ended in a draw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another explosion rocked the platform as Tyrian and his copy clashed head-on, magic grinding against magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So how the hell do we beat it?!\" Kael roared, throwing a desperate punch that finally connected, if only barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea slid under his copy’s swing, rolled, and rose smoothly on the other side. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uhh—!\" Tyrian shouted, suddenly remembering another detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The mimic copies your current state! If you suddenly gain power that you didn’t have a moment ago, it won’t be able to replicate it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you’re telling me we gotta break through a realm right now?! That’s some bullshit!\" Kael stared at him in disbelief while blocking another punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Not necessarily,\" Aestrea mumbled quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Kael and Tyrian glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s copy tilted its head slightly, as if confused by the pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Does it copy blessings?\" Aestrea asked calmly, stepping back just enough to avoid another strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Things granted by other beings. Like divine marks or external authorities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tyrian’s breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean... blessings given by other gods?\" he exclaimed slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. Those aren’t your own strength. They’re things granted by other beings, and the mimic can’t reproduce something it was never granted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s crimson eyes darkened, silver mana beginning to coil faintly around his body like restrained moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His copy hesitated for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Uh oh,\" Kael felt a chill crawl up his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then this will be quick,\" Aestrea muttered calmly, as the space around him began to distort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response, the copy’s eyes narrowed slighly, as he took a familiar stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Moonlit Ice Lotus Sword Art...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『Third Move!(✦Moonlight’s One Flash✦) 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He vanished from Aestrea’s sight as a trail of moonlight followed right behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, what it didn’t expect was Aestrea to negate the attack with a single finger, causing him to be able to stop the last swing that was needed to complete the sword move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surprised?\" Aestrea asked as he looked at mimic who had his eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, too, would be surprised if someone blocked my sword art like this...\" His glowing crimson eyes shone sinisterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『 ✯Moon Mark✯ 』\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"However...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two crescent moons appeared in Aestrea’s eyes, one being pitch black, while the other was a beautiful, pristine white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not the same case if you’re using the sword art against its own creator.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mimic started trembling in complete fear under Aestrea’s scary gaze. It seemed that even a small liquid had the consciousness that it was about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea gently pressed the palm of left hand against the mimic’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impacto.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mimic’s body instantly turned into ashes as if it had been completely erased from existence itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drip...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange metal-colored liquid fell to the ground, and Aestrea gently made it fly before snapping his fingers, causing a small container to appear and putting the liquid into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...This could be really useful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly... he then turned to the other mimics who were battling Kael and Tyrian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who’s next?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice reached all of them, causing their fights to momentarily stop. The mimic’s eyes instantly widened as a sense of dread reached out to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kael and Tyrian only seemed to be an Aestrea that seemed more divine than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But them...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were simply looking at death in person.\u003C\u002Fp>",1556,"2026-06-03T09:18:17.304Z","2026-06-03T09:18:22.613Z",1,"novelbin.me","7bd8156d949de044fef9efb3dfc3dcbf9d8b061f5d053685d636046d6c815119","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-402",null,547,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-cover.jpg"]