The Blind SSS-Class Final Boss Is Obsessed With Me

I stared down at the silent crowd. Hundreds of frightened eyes were locked onto my face. The heavy atmosphere in the Great Hall was so thick that nobody even dared to breathe loudly.

They were waiting for me to speak. But they didn’t know that I washed about to crush whatever peace they had left.

"You all think you are safe," I began. "You think because the academy core is active and the black barrier is up, the crisis has ended. You think you can rest now."

I took a step forward to the edge of the wooden stage.

"You are dead wrong."

A cold shudder ran through the crowd. I watched several students flinch, their faces turning pale.

"The shockwave from the core didn’t just stabilize our defenses," I continued. "It acted like a massive signal fire in the dark. Right now, something is crawling toward this academy from the deep earth. Something that feeds on pure destruction."

I paused, letting the fear build in their minds.

"A Demon Apostle."

The entire hall gasped in utter horror. Several weak-minded students dropped to their knees, their bodies trembling violently. Even the veteran guards along the walls looked terrified, their knuckles turning white as they gripped their sword hilts.

They knew what a Demon Apostle was. In the histories of this world, a single Apostle was capable of wiping out entire empires in a single night.

And those very being lived underneath the same earth on which surface we were living.

In reality, my heart was also racing like a drum.

I glanced briefly at Seraphina standing behind my shoulder. In her prime, or in the late stages of the story, she could snap a Demon Apostle’s neck like it was nothing.

But right now? Her power was still bound by incomplete seals. Her core was barely stabilized. If she went all-out against an Apostle in her current state, her body would collapse from the mana strain, or worse, she would lose complete control and turn the entire academy into a wasteland.

I couldn’t rely solely on her raw strength. Not yet. I needed every single person in this room to act as my support.

"I won’t lie to you," I shouted, my voice cutting through their despair like a sharp blade. "If you fight it head-on, you will die in seconds. But if you follow my exact instructions, we will survive the next nightmare!"

I pointed directly at the head student coordinator standing in the front row.

"Lyra!"

"Y-Yes!" Lyra snapped to attention, stepping forward with wide eyes.

"Take the entire vanguard squad to the outer courtyard," I ordered sharply. "Do not set up physical barricades. Set up explosive rune circles in a zigzag pattern along the eastern wall. When whatever comes hits those lines, I want the ground to turn into a sea of fire."

"Understood!" Lyra yelled, turning around immediately to bark orders at others.

"Defense captains!" I called out next. "Move all the non-combatants and wounded down to the underground mana vaults. Reinforce the steel doors with layer upon layer of defensive magic. Nobody comes out until I say so!"

"Yes, sir!" the guards shouted in unison.

I raised the heavy, leather-bound Tome in my left hand and tossed the heavy Tome straight down at Valerius.

The Great Hall instantly erupted into action. Students ran to their assigned positions, teachers or what was left of them shouted orders, and guard squads marched toward the exits with renewed, desperate energy.

I watched them flood out of the hall like a swarm of organized ants.

I had given them purpose. I had given them panic, and then I had given them a direction to run in.

Now, they would buy me the time I needed to set up my real countermeasures.

"Alright," I whispered to myself, turning around on the stage. "Let’s go."

Ten minutes later, Seraphina and I were walking through the silent, towering shelves of the High Arcana Library, this isn’t the same library as before since it is in a different building. In total the academy contains five academies that are speard out at different part of the Academy.

The air inside the massive room smelled of old parchment, dust, and dried herbs. Most of the high-tier magic books were locked behind heavy iron grates, but I didn’t even glance at them. I knew exactly where the hidden gems were located.

I walked straight to a dusty, neglected bookshelf in the far corner of the fourth floor.

I reached up and pulled out a thin, plain book covered in gray cloth. Written on the spine in simple silver lettering was a single title: Four-Star Magic: Regeneration.

In this world, magic was strictly ranked from the 1st Star to the 10th Star. 1st Star magic was the absolute weakest, simple light tricks and small sparks, while 10th Star magic was divine spells that could tear reality apart.

A 4th Star healing spell was considered low-rank, almost useless for high-level combat mages who relied on instant high-tier restoration scrolls or divine light priests.

Seraphina stood behind me, her blindfolded face tilted toward the thin book in my hands.

"Cian...?" she whispered softly, her fingers lightly tugging at my sleeve. "Why do... you need... that?"

She stepped closer and her icy breath brushed against my shoulder.

"It is... weak," she added, her voice dropping into a possessive murmur. "If you... are hurt... I can give... you my blood. I can... fix you. You don’t... need... strange magic."

I turned my head slightly, looking at her blindfolded face.

I couldn’t tell her the real reason. I couldn’t tell her that her dark energy was too destructive, or that if I used her blood, it might corrupt and destroy my human body beyond repair.

"Just cause," I replied simply, stuffing the thin book into my coat pocket. "It’s always good to have back-up plans."

She hummed softly from the back of her throat, clearly not fully satisfied with my answer, but she didn’t push it further and just tightened her grip on my sleeve.

Next, we headed straight toward the Alchemy Building in the western wing of the campus.

The building was filled with smoke and the harsh smell of crushed herbs and chemicals. A few surviving alchemy staff members were frantically throwing ingredients into glass vials, preparing basic stamina potions for the guards outside.

When Seraphina and I stepped inside, the atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted.

The head alchemist, a sweaty middle-aged man with thick glasses, dropped his glass stirrer in sheer terror as he stared at Seraphina’s glowing dark aura.

"C-Cian!" the man stammered, backing away against his alchemy table. "What... what do you need?!"

I walked straight up to the heavy wooden counter, ignoring his obvious terror.

"Give me your highest concentration healing potion," I demanded flatly. "Not the diluted ones you give to the student squads. The pure, unrefined troll-blood extract."

The alchemist’s eyes widened. "T-That extract is extremely volatile! It causes intense physical pain if consumed directly by a normal mage without a light priest buffering it!"

"I didn’t ask for a health warning," I said, my voice dropping into a cold whisper. "Hand it over."

The man swallowed hard and reached under the heavy counter. He pulled out a small, thick glass vial filled with a glowing, deep crimson liquid that sloshed heavily inside.

He slid it across the wooden table with a shaky hand. "T-Take it..."

I picked up the heavy glass vial and shoved it into my inner chest pocket right beside the magic book.

Suddenly, Seraphina’s body twitched slightly beside me.

Her head snapped toward the dark window facing the outer courtyard. The dark mana surrounding her black hair flared up for a fraction of a second.

She felt something again. I guess... the killing intent outside was getting closer and sharper by the second.

I glanced at her briefly, but I chose to ignore her reaction for now. Showing fear in front of the staff would ruin everything I had built in the Great Hall.

"Thank you for your service," I said calmly to the terrified alchemist, turning on my heel. "Get back to work."

Our final destination was the Forging Building.

The air here was thick with heat, sulfur, and the heavy thud of metal hammers. Dozens of student blacksmiths and senior forge masters were working furiously near the massive roaring furnaces, repairing shattered iron shields and sharpening steel broadswords for the impending battle.

Nobody paid attention to us as we stepped through the heavy archway. They were too busy working, sweat pouring off their soot-covered faces.

I didn’t talk to the forge master. I didn’t ask the blacksmiths for their highest-tier enchanted weapons or magical longswords.

Instead, I began walking slowly through the cluttered room as my eyes carefully scanned the dusty wooden scrap tables in the back.

’In the novel’s side lore...’ I thought, running my eyes over piles of broken metal, rusted iron pipes, and bent bronze shields. ’It was thrown away right here during the first week of the semester because nobody recognized its true origin...’

I searched through three different trash barrels filled with discarded metal scraps.

’It has to be here somewhere...’

Then, my eyes locked onto a dark, dusty corner behind a stack of broken anvil stands.

Lying in the dirt, completely neglected and forgotten, was a short, ugly dagger.

It looked completely useless. The wooden hilt was wrapped in dirty, fraying leather cloth, and the short blade was covered in thick, dark reddish rust. It looked like a cheap kitchen knife that had been thrown out after sitting in damp mud for ten years.

A normal blacksmith wouldn’t even pay a single copper coin for it.

The moment my fingers wrapped around the dirty leather hilt, a strange vibration ran through my palm, so faint that anyone without much focus would have missed it completely.

A subtle smile slowly spread across my face.

This was no ordinary rusty knife. Beneath that thick layer of decayed iron rust was a hidden weapon forged from the blood of a fallen God who came to earth to live a normal life but was killed by the strongest and the most evil mage in existence.

It was a weapon that could cut through everything. To it’s blade the durability and the immortality didn’t matter. It could cut everything and kill anyone.

"Here it is," I muttered to myself.

I slid the rusty dagger firmly into my leather belt loops, hiding it under the heavy fold of my long coat.

With the 4th Star regeneration spell book in my pocket, the pure troll-blood healing extract in my chest, and this dagger at my hip, my preparations were finally complete.

I turned around to face Seraphina, who was standing quietly by the open forge doors with her blindfolded face focused entirely on me.

"I have everything I need now," I said.

I stepped past her, taking the lead as we walked out into the cold night air toward the central courtyard.

"Now, let me show that Apostle how a human survives."