I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

Chapter 388

- Taesan's side effects are less well-known. It's not as overtly dangerous as the other two.

As my consciousness subsided, various memories came to mind.

- I have to control my emotions in everything. If I fail, it's better than being swallowed by fire or freezing.

My memories were mostly related to Taesan.

- But Taesan doesn't have no side effects. To be more precise, what are the precautions? How to use it? Notes?

In a drop of memory. Lee Ji-yeon, who let out a groan, glanced over.

- Taesan is all about confidence. It's funny when I say this, right? But remember the content itself, because it's true.

Confidence.

- How much will do you build up? Do you have the will to not doubt yourself and not crumble in the face of any danger? Taesan also comes out with great power accordingly.

Output of your unique ability itself. Output according to individual differences. And, output according to the mind.

Taesan especially rises and falls in output according to the mind.

For a strong will, a solid mountain like Taesan rises. For a weak will, a small hill that can't even block a breeze rises.

- Thump! Thump! Thump!

Consciousness sank. I didn't lose consciousness completely. As my body sunk down, the waves that resonated with my soul came closer.

My own uniqueness was recognized.

Two huge uniquenesses. Magic affinity and all-round beauty. There were countless small uniquenesses tied to the stems that stretched out like tree branches.

A blazing, warm light that burned.

Although it hadn't yet settled into its full uniqueness. The sea where water and ice revolved and asserted themselves firmly.

In the center.

Rocks and soil tangled and suddenly rose up. The rising mountain is covered with greenery, and the foundation of life sprouts.

The brain was affected as if it were being kneaded by the uniqueness that was slowly taking hold. The mountain wavered between expansion and contraction.

‘I…’

He was born a coward.

He was the type who didn’t love himself before questioning his own beliefs. He was extremely weak-willed.

No matter what others said, Lee Ha-yool thought that to himself.

It was a few years ago that he was afraid of needles, blinking his eyes, being scared of people, and wetting his pillow as he recalled his severed leg.

He had grown and changed repeatedly, but his fundamentals had not changed.

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