[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 326

A delicious smell wafts up from the grass in front of the Wisdom Academy dormitory.

*Sizzle—!*

“I’m hungry.”

“It’s done. The sausages are salty, so eat them as a side dish.”

As I hand over the bowl of grilled sausages to the three companions sitting around, they quickly grab it.

“Impressive.”

“I’ll dig in.”

“Thanks, Autumn.”

“Yep. Eat up. I bought a ton for you guys.”

The trio gives a thumbs-up.

“That’s our Supporter for you.”

“Though I did get demerits instead of sausages.”

“I’ll help clean up.”

“That’s our Daechul for you.”

“Mmm!”

After serving the trio and sitting down beside them, Baekseol and Danpung, who were playing nearby, come scurrying over.

“Tasty. Did you go to Germany to buy sausages?”

“Say something that makes sense. I bought them while attending an academic conference.”

“Impressive.”

“This kid is sharp as a tack, just one look and you can tell.”

“Hahaha.”

As I point at Shin Yong with my thumb, Kim Chan-yong, who’s eating beside me, bursts out laughing.

Meanwhile, Danpung and Baekseol climb onto my shoulders and rub their cheeks against mine.

“Kids, did you have fun playing?”

“Yes!”

“It’s great.”

*Crunch, crunch.*

“Pit.”

“Ah.”

As I chew the sunflower seed Danpung puts in my mouth, a rich, savory flavor spreads.

“Thanks. Danpung’s been feeding me a lot lately.”

“Pee- pit!”

Danpung starts explaining something, wagging its tail and limbs.

“Cold? Winter? But it’s warm with me around.”

“Pee- pit!”

“Grow up well? I’m already grown. I won’t grow anymore.”

Danpung, standing on my shoulder, tilts its head and presses its cheek against mine.

“Huh? I’m really all grown up.”

“Pit.”

*Crunch.*

Danpung quickly cracks another sunflower seed and puts it in my mouth.

“Delicious. But I’m gonna get fat.”

“Pit.”

*Thump. Thump.*

Not sure if this is what Danpung wanted, but its tail slowly sways side to side, bumping against my shoulder.

“Autumn, why did you attend the academic conference?”

Noa, who’s eating, throws a question my way.

“I’m researching a fire-based spell, so I thought it might help.”

“Did it help?”

“Yeah. Everyone’s research topics were interesting.”

Shin Yong, who’s cutting sausages with a fork and knife, looks at me.

If he just didn’t open his mouth, he’d look like a noble.

“What spell is it?”

“Magic Missile.”

“Magic Missile is a non-elemental spell.”

“Now I’m just adding a touch of nuclear fusion tech to it.”

“Gah!”

Kim Chan-yong, listening nearby, coughs.

I hand him some water, and he gulps it down.

He gulps it down.

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Why is our Chan-yong making such a weird sound after eating delicious sausage?”

“No, just hearing about it sounds dangerous…”

“Is there any magic that kills people that isn’t dangerous? Do you have to kill them gracefully?”

“Hmm… That’s true.”

Kim Chan-yong quickly agrees, shoves food into his mouth, and starts chewing.

They say friends start to resemble each other over time, and sometimes I see glimpses of Shin Yong in him.

**〈Magic Missile〉**

*Thud!*

An energy sphere rises above his finger.

The current cooldown for a level 2 Magic Missile is 8 seconds.

**〈Rotation〉**

*Whirr!*

The glowing mass starts spinning with a noise, wobbling as if it’s about to explode.

3. 2. 1.

**〈Magic Missile〉**

After 8 seconds, he stacks another Magic Missile, and it immediately stabilizes.

The three companions are staring at it like they’re watching TV while eating.

“Did it get a bit brighter?”

The three companions nod while each holding a sausage in their mouths.

“Magic Missile has the properties of photons. Getting brighter means the density increased as more particles were added. Light is both a particle and an electromagnetic wave.”

But Magic Missile also has physical force.

“If you look at hot and cold at the molecular level, it’s the kinetic energy of the molecules.”

“Molecules?”

“You know microwaves, right? They vibrate water molecules with electromagnetic waves to heat food through friction. What people commonly call microwaves are a type of electromagnetic wave. They come from frequencies that resonate electrons.”

“Ah, I see.”

But Magic Missile is a bundle of energy full of contradictions.

This research started by focusing on those contradictions.

“Molecules have thermal energy through translational, vibrational, and rotational motion, and heat spreads through conduction, convection, and radiation.”

“What are you trying to say? Explain it simply.”

“From a classical mechanics perspective, that’s how it works, but you can also manipulate the invariant mass of photons.”

“Just shoot a fireball.”

Shin Yong, who was munching on a sausage, says something that makes me want to slap him again.

“It means manipulating torque to artificially change the orbital angular momentum of photons. Sounds complicated, but it just means twisting atomic orbits through rotation.”

He stacked another Magic Missile on top of the first one.

It’s like the Earth’s inner and outer core.

The first inner Magic Missile rotates counterclockwise on the X-axis. The second Magic Missile rotates clockwise on the Y-axis.

**〈Rotation〉**

This creates frictional thermal energy from atomic collisions.

**〈Magic Missile〉**

He stacks one more, and this time, he doesn’t rotate the last Magic Missile.

*Whirr!*

Finally, he sharply increases the friction coefficient on the inner surface of the third Magic Missile.

The bluish Magic Missile suddenly turns bright red and starts to wobble.

Due to the sudden braking on the inner surface of the third Magic Missile, an overload occurs in the sandwiched second Magic Missile layer.

*Screech—!*

The sound of glass beads scraping against asphalt echoes, probably because the friction coefficient was raised too high.

“Uh, uh? Autumn, isn’t this dangerous?”

“It’s fine at this level.”

Noa sends a worried look.

Reluctantly, I toss the baseball-sized Magic Missile upward, and it soars high into the sky.

Then, the wobbling Magic Missile surpasses its critical point.

*Boom—!*

The Magic Missile explodes instantly, releasing a deafening shockwave.

The shockwave, accompanied by flames, violently shakes the nearby trees.

I glance to the side and see the Three Companions, who were eating, covering their ears and blinking their eyes.

“That’s definitely a Fireball.”

“It’s a Magic Missile.”

After hearing Shin Yong’s nonsense, Kim Chan-yong looks at me.

“Autumn, what is that?”

“Well, there’s still a mountain of problems to solve, but for now, it’s like a failed Minimum Atomic Chestnut using atomic acceleration?”

“Whoa, an atomic bomb?”

A sausage flies out of Kim Chan-yong’s mouth.

“Hey, it’s a Magic Missile. And it’s different from those dirty bombs. This one doesn’t cause nuclear fission, so it’s clean.”

“Cleanly dead, huh?”

“To be precise, it’s not nuclear fission but triggering nuclear fusion, so it’s closer to a hydrogen bomb. Like Tsar Bomba.”

Now, all that’s left is to establish ultra-high pressure and temperature conditions, stabilize the unstable high-temperature plasma with a magnetic field, and induce nuclear fusion.

There’s a ton of homework to solve in this process.

For now, it’s just similar to a high-explosive bomb with heat and shockwaves, but we’ll add things one by one.

The problem is, even though we’ve just started, it’s so complicated that my brain is overloaded.

“Hehe, so fun.”

“That’s our Supporter for you.”

While chatting with the Three Companions, something rumbles toward us.

They’re all dressed the same.

“Cadets, what’s going on?”

“Yes?”

“We heard an explosion.”

Shin Yong, sitting next to me, leans in and whispers in my ear.

“They’re the guards of Wisdom Academy.”

“Ah, I see. The sausage I was grilling must’ve exploded.”

“Wasn’t it your conscience that exploded?”

Shin Yong keeps whispering in my ear.

“Daechul, do you want to eat rice with just chili paste?”

“Hmm. Looks like the sausage exploded.”

“Starting tomorrow, Yong-i gets bell pepper rice.”

Hearing my words, Shin Yong jumps up from his seat.

“The sausage definitely exploded!!”

While Shin Yong was talking nonsense, I could feel his gaze glaring at me.

“Are they students again?”

“Again? What do you mean, ‘again,’ Loan?”

“After you teleported, all the windows shattered. Then the guards came.”

“Ah.”

One of the three guards steps forward.

“We will refer the students to the disciplinary committee.”

“Huh? No, the sausage exploded, okay? And even if I did it, why are my friends getting in trouble?”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

The guard’s gaze feels serious.

If this keeps up, I might actually end up doing community service on campus.

Even if it’s just me, my friends are about to suffer because of what I did. This is something I absolutely have to avoid.

Beep, beep, beep.

I frantically fiddle with the device on my wrist and press a saved number. A hologram pops up.

“Teacher, teacher!”

– What’s wrong, Autumn?

“The guards are harassing me!”

I point at the guard approaching me, and the gaze of Teacher Hwang, projected through the hologram, shifts to the side.

“Huh? Oh, no, Professor Hwang Mi-ran. We’re not harassing them, but the students caused a problem…”

“We were just having a meal with friends on the grass, and they’re making a huge deal out of a little noise! They’re talking about disciplinary action!!”

“No, what are you…!”

The guard visibly panics.

– Wisdom Academy values autonomy above all else. Disciplining students for causing a slight disturbance while having a peaceful meal? The erosion of autonomy starts with the small things.

“It wasn’t just a slight…”

Teacher Hwang’s eyes remain still, coldly staring at the guard.

“…Understood. We’ll end it with a warning.”

– Thank you.

“Yes, Professor.”

The guard glances at me briefly, then turns and walks away quickly.

“Hehe. Teacher, I love you.”

– Autumn.

“Yup.”

Teacher Hwang’s calm voice echoes from the device.

– That’s one demerit point.

“Ugh, my gosh.”