Round 32

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The sparkling, round tomatoes emitted a radiant glow, resembling jewels.

Splash

A slime absorbed water from the pond and began spewing it onto the field. As the light from the luminescent stones touched the water, faint rainbows appeared, moistening the surroundings.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! It’s all finished here!” Ara shouted as she ran towards me, clutching a bunch of bubble tomatoes with one hand.

“Oh, really? We’re almost done here too,” I replied casually, scooping tomatoes into a sack and glancing around. It seemed like other areas were also nearing completion.

“Shall we head to the storage?” I asked.

“Yes, let’s go!” Ara agreed.

Most of the harvested tomatoes had already been consumed by the slimes immediately after harvesting, but the remaining ones were now destined for the storage.

Originally, I had planned to explore the secret area with stairs leading underground after finishing the tomato harvest. However, I suddenly remembered something I had momentarily forgotten.

“Dried tomatoes.”

That was what Jae-seong had asked for when he and Seon-ah briefly visited the dungeon. Since Jae-seong had prepared all the ingredients beforehand, I didn’t have much to do except for cutting the tomatoes in half.

As I began slicing the tomatoes, Ara and the slimes, who had finished their tasks, watched curiously, wondering what I was up to.

Slice

I neatly arranged the halved tomatoes on a prepared tray. Seeing this, Ara volunteered to help.

“I’ll cut them, and Ara, you can arrange them nicely here,” I suggested.

“I can do it!” Ara replied enthusiastically.

There were luminescent stones next to the storage room as well. Working beneath them, I could comfortably prepare the tomatoes for drying. Before I knew it, I had filled three large trays with tomatoes.

“That should do it,” I said.

“What about the remaining tomatoes?” Ara asked.

“Shall we eat them?”

“Wow! Eating them!”

We rolled the tomatoes around in our mouths like candies before moving on to the next task.

“One with salt, one with olive oil, and one plain.”

Jae-seong had expressed concern about the wind. Normally, drying tomatoes required windy conditions, but we couldn’t rely on that in the dungeon.

“And now, the long-awaited appearance of Embergrill!”

“Embergrill!”

Ara cheered, following my lead without knowing what Embergrill was.

I retrieved the Embergrill we had stored in the warehouse. It was a dungeon plant similar to Layla, used both as a dungeon plant and as a herb.

[Magic-Infused Embergrill LV.1]

[It contains a faint magical energy.]

[When consumed, it boosts mental energy for 1 minute, providing slight stress relief, depending on the mana level.]

“Drip some olive oil on the tomatoes,” I instructed.

“Drip, drip!” Ara mimicked, holding Embergrill in her small hands.

After sniffing it curiously, she immediately popped it into her mouth and chewed.

“Mmm!”

“Is it tasty?” I asked.

“It’s delicious!”

“Really? Let’s sprinkle Embergrill on the tomatoes. Once you’ve grasped it tightly like this…”

Crunch

“Does it turn into powder like this? You can sprinkle it on top,” I explained.

“Wow!” Ara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she held the Embergrill in her hand.

In no time, she crushed it and giggled gleefully.

“It’s fun!”

“Now, let’s sprinkle it on top. If you want to eat more, feel free to do so,” I said.

“Hehe! That sounds great!”

And so, we sprinkled Embergrill powder on top of the tomatoes and finally managed to roughly finish the task Jae-seong had instructed us to do.

Since the wind isn’t blowing, I’m not sure if Jae-seong’s desired outcome will be achieved, but it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.

“I should start preparing seeds for other crops as well.”

Although the strawberries, eggplants, and cucumbers I had previously planted hadn’t been harvested yet, judging by the appearance of their fruits, it seemed like the harvest would be possible soon.

Ironically, the harvest seemed to be delayed more than I had anticipated, but that only heightened my expectations.

Once I finished harvesting all the primary crops this time, I planned to try planting what Jae-seong wanted.

Peppers, beans, onions, pumpkins, and scallions were initially on the list for secondary crops.

“I’m not particularly fond of Korean cuisine, but peppers and scallions are a must-have.”

They were crops that couldn’t be omitted as a Korean.

I wondered what kind of taste I would get if I made chili oil or chili paste from the peppers I grew.

“Actually, I’m curious about the cooking aspect… My homegrown peppers in kimchi stew? I can’t wait.”

Now that the tomatoes were taken care of, it was time to explore the secret space for real.

I said to Ara, who was playing with Embergrill beside me, maintaining a slight tension, “Ara, let’s go to the stairs.”

“Okay!”

As the effect of Embergrill was to increase mental energy, I also chewed on a dried leaf like Ara. Its subtle fragrance lingered in my mouth as it passed.

“It’s surprisingly addictive.”

“It’s delicious! But I’m hungry!”

Since the plants I grew weren’t meant to fill our stomachs, it couldn’t be helped. Except for Mark2, who managed the field, and a few slimes, I brought Poispois and five other slimes on the expedition.

“Let’s go!”

“We’re going!”

Ara seemed to be either genuinely enjoying herself or putting on a brave front.

Although Ara knew it wasn’t a dangerous place, she might still be worried about something happening unexpectedly, so I packed our bags and made sure we were fully prepared.

Once we arrived at the ominous space we had visited before, Ara suddenly grabbed onto my sleeve tightly.

“Ara?”

“Uh, yes? Oh, it’s nothing! I’m not scared at all!”

Despite her attempt to reassure me, her expression betrayed her true feelings, and I couldn’t help but smile. Ara looked at me as if asking why I was smiling, but thanks to her, some of my tension eased.

“Oh, this is where we first met Ara.”

“Wow! This is where Kyu-seong Kyu-seong saved me!”

As Ara became more accustomed to the darkness, any fear she had seemed to disappear, and she began exploring the area curiously.

After passing through what looked like an altar-like structure, we arrived at the stairs, and Ara’s excitement reached its peak.

“This is my dungeon!”

“If this is your dungeon, Ara, then what was the place we’ve been staying in until now?”

“That’s also a dungeon! But it’s not my dungeon! It’s the Lord’s dungeon!”

Ah, so the dungeon we’ve been using as a field until now was the Slime Lord’s dungeon.

“Shall we open it?”

“I want to! I want to be the one to open it!”

The door was unexpectedly large, so the handle was out of Ara’s reach. I lifted Ara up to reach the handle, struggling a bit.

*Click!*

-The owner of the dungeon, the Lair of Consumption, is confirmed.

-Entry is permitted.

-Remaining mana: 8/10

Suddenly, an unknown voice echoed in my mind. It sounded similar to the system, and upon confirming its content, I realized that entry wouldn’t have been possible without Ara by my side.

“Well, that worked out well.”

Slowly, the door opened.

Beyond it appeared a shimmering, translucent barrier-like substance.

“We just need to go through here!”

“Through this barrier?”

“Yes, let’s go, Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

Trusting Ara, I nodded once and then pushed my foot with all my strength against the barrier. As a result, my body passed through, and in an instant, I found myself on the other side.

Whoooooosh-

“Wind?”

The warm sunlight and cool breeze touched my skin. It felt like there was a warm scent in the air. As I slowly opened my eyes, a landscape beyond my imagination unfolded beyond the dungeon door.

“This is…”

“I’ve returned home! This is my dungeon!”

There was a slight tension, knowing this was Ara’s dungeon, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. However, there was no need for tension in the scene before me. Rather, there seemed to be no place as peaceful as this outside the dungeon.

Whoooooosh-

The grass, grown up to my ankles, swayed lightly in the mountain breeze. The vast land spread out with occasional hills and giant trees, creating a sense of mystery.

Looking up, I saw a sun shining in a way that I couldn’t imagine inside a dungeon. Simultaneously, there was an evening-like deep blue sky and drifting clouds…

“No, the stars and the sun are together, aren’t they?”

There was no moon, but I questioned whether this was scientifically possible. Yet, I couldn’t deny the sight before my eyes.

What became certain from this sight was that this was not Earth.

Turning around, instead of the door we had passed through, there was a tree. And in that tree, there was a hole big enough for one person to enter.

Taking a moment to look around, Ara waved her hand, expecting my reaction.

“What is it? What is it!”

“What a beautiful place. We could build a house here and live.”

“I also enjoyed the outside world with Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

“Yeah, we should go out often.”

I knelt down and touched the ground with one knee.

Perhaps out of professional habit, I was already estimating if I could cultivate crops here.

Ara, who had been watching, chuckled and knelt down beside me, touching the ground.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm!”

“Hmm…”

“Hmm!”

It was so cute how she mimicked me without knowing what I was doing.

Eventually, I burst into laughter, reaching out to tickle Ara’s ear.

As if she couldn’t lose, Ara reached out and tickled my ear.

After tickling each other’s ears for a while, I lifted Ara onto my shoulders. Her giggles tickled my ears.

“It’s a nice place. We could grow crops here too. The land is vast.”

“We can grow crops here! But there’s winter here! Everything turns white when winter comes!”

“Winter? Ah! So there are seasons.”

Come to think of it, the crops I’ve grown in dungeons so far were similar to greenhouse farming.

So, I didn’t pay attention to weather or seasons, and moreover, thanks to Mark2’s management, I’ve been farming without any problems.

“Wow, it’s not just a dungeon, it’s like another world. How big is it exactly?”

“I don’t know about that…”

Ara boasted for a while, but when she didn’t know something, she answered with uncertainty, which was cute.

Anyway, Ara said that within this area, the area where she used to roam, there were only slimes besides her.

Since Ara was a slime herself, she probably belonged to the slime dungeon here.

“Sometimes my subordinates reported seeing other creatures, but they were too far away, so I didn’t pay much attention!”

“They’re not dangerous, are they?”

“All my subordinates except me were weak! But they were all fine, so they must not be dangerous!”

Come to think of it, that’s true.

Ara was such a unique slime, but most slimes were weak. Yet, seeing them thrive here, it seemed like this dungeon was quite peaceful.

-Ding!

“Huh?”

Suddenly, the system sound rang out.

Soon after, a window I hadn’t seen in a long time covered my view.

[Quest: Harvest a New Crop in the Unknown Land]

[Cultivate a new crop in the Dungeon of Gluttony.]

[Cultivate a new crop: 0/1]

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Round 31

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The headquarters of the Iron Fist Guild.

Guildmaster Kim Dong-gil went out on a business trip and returned to the office at quitting time. 

“Welcome back, sir.”

“Ah, Hanbi. Anything happen while I was away?”

“No. Nothing unusual.”

Kim Dong-gil nodded in acknowledgement and took his seat. Normally, he would have left for the day, but he had an appointment.

“Hanbi, you go home first. I have an appointment.”

“Yes, sir. See you tomorrow.”

Alone in the room, Kim Dong-gil rubbed his tired eyes and slowly got up from his seat.

“I’m tired.”

As the business expanded and responsibilities piled up, each day became more exhausting. Of course, as the guildmaster, he had to handle everything, but fatigue was inevitable.

“I should leave first. But Hansoo hyung expected something this time…”

Kim Dong-gil, who set off for the meeting place first, soon arrived at a quiet restaurant. Thanks to the pre-arranged reservation, he could relax in a quiet room and found himself dozing off.

Drrrring!

“Huh? Dong-gil! Looks like you’re exhausted? Hahaha!”

With noisy laughter, Kang Hanul entered.

And next to him were Jeong So-yeon and one member of the Gourmet Association.

“Oh my, have you come? It’s been a long time since the Gourmet Association.”

“Are you doing well, Guildmaster?”

“It’s been a while.”

Smiling brightly, Jeong So-yeon and Kim Se-hee, a mid-level awakened of the Flame Guild, greeted him.

“Originally, it was supposed to be just you and me, but these two ended up joining. Is it okay?”

“That’s fine, considering we heard about it last time.”

Kim Dong-gil answered casually, but honestly, this situation felt awkward. It was inevitable to feel burdened when two women, who were significantly younger, joined.

“Even though I tried to hide it, this little one noticed. Mischievous guy.”

“You shouldn’t have been caught.”

“It couldn’t be helped that you found out, but why did you have to bring one more person?”

“Oh my, Hanul team leader. Good things should be shared.”

Looking cheeky, Jeong So-yeon and Kim Se-hee, exchanged a meaningful look. Hanul then took out something from his arms.

It looked like a box wrapped in a luxurious cloth.

Kim Dong-gil and Kim Se-hee watched with no particular expectations, but Jeong So-yeon eagerly clasped her hands together.

“What is it?”

“This is something special I brought this time. Don’t be surprised when you see it.”

After saying that, Hanul opened the box on the table. However, his hand holding the box did not move.

“?”

“?”

People looked at Hanul with question marks on their faces as he remained motionless.

“Um…?”

“Ugh! Originally, I planned to eat this with you only!”

“Quickly, let’s open the box.”

When Jeong So-yeon urged him, Hanul, after giving her a glare, took a deep breath and opened the box.

Then, a brilliant golden light poured out from it.

“As expected!”

Jeong So-yeon’s face was filled with delight.

But Kim Dong-gil and Kim Se-hee looked perplexed.

“What is this? Why is there so much light?”

“What is this…?”

Soon, as the people slowly adapted to the light, they saw something revealed.

It was sweet potato candy, radiating a bit too much light.

“Candy?”

“Isn’t it just ordinary candy?”

Unlike the two who grinned at the unexpected food, Kang Hanul and Jeong So-yeon continued to swallow their saliva while enduring the temptation.

“It’s not just ordinary candy.”

“Pardon?”

“Take a closer look again.”

“What do you mean by ‘take a closer look’… Oh!”

Kim Dong-gil suddenly jerked back his head as he was staring at the candy, surprised by the appearance of an item window that appeared in his field of vision.

In response, Kim Se-hee also looked at the candy and expressed surprise.

“Oh, an item?”

“Hehe. Remember what I said at the last tasting event? I promised to show you the ultimate taste.”

There were a total of four pieces of candy.

Jeong So-yeon, suspecting that the rest of the candy was hidden due to the artificial number, furrowed her brows, but still expressed gratitude, saying it was unexpected.

“I’ll enjoy it, Team Leader 2.”

“Well, well! You could say I’ve made a tremendous concession!”

“Oh, no, sir! It’s an item, but this… Can we just eat it?”

Kim Dong-gil exclaimed again, surprised by the effect of the item.

It was a buff item that allowed the user to use the ability of body reinforcement for about two hours.

“Yes! It’s a gesture of generosity from our broad-minded Kang Hanul!”

“Oh, no, sir, I didn’t mean that, I meant the item…”

At that moment, Jeong So-yeon, who could no longer endure, discreetly reached out her hand.

Having tasted the severity of Kyu-seong’s sweet potatoes before, she had reached her limit as soon as she discovered the candy.

“I’ll enjoy it!”

“This kid! I haven’t even touched it yet!”

Kang Hanul, as if competing, picked up one candy.

As Jeong So-yeon and Kang Hanul each put a candy in their mouths, Kim Se-hee also hesitantly picked one up, with an expression of suspicion.

“Did you put some kind of drug in here? What’s with the reaction…”

Apart from the flashing light, she couldn’t find anything special in the appearance or smell.

Of course, it was unexpected that both Kang Hanul and Jeong So-yeon showed such reactions, even though the item display appeared and its effect exceeded imagination.

“Umm!! Uuuuuh!!!”

Then Kang Hanul, who had eaten the candy first, suddenly stood up and cheered.

Kim Dong-gil and Kim Se-hee were starting to feel scared by his sudden behavior.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

“Ah…”

“Wh-what? So-yeon…?”

Next to him, Jeong So-yeon was even shedding tears.

Although she couldn’t stop her mouth from endlessly muttering, the sight of her shedding tears was a rare spectacle.

By this point, the remaining two also became curious.

In the end, summoning their courage, they each put the candy in their mouths…

“!!”

They felt the world stop.

As they bit into the candy, the flavor of the condensed sweet potato coated in syrup exploded throughout their bodies.

“This… This is incredible!”

Feeling like his mind would fly away from the shock, Kim Dong-gil grabbed the table in front of him.

Otherwise, he felt like he might faint at any moment.

But he couldn’t faint.

He had to enjoy this taste and aroma a little longer.

Although this violent flavor festival ravaged his senses, he wanted to feel even more of it.

Kim Se-hee felt the same way, but unlike Kim Dong-gil, she closed her eyes and had a blissful expression on her face.

“Is she entering a state of ecstasy? Well, she could totally. Oh! Yes or no!”

Even the chronic fatigue he felt disappeared in an instant.

Of course, Kim Dong-gil didn’t notice that right away.

So, amidst their babbling, the candy melted away.

Despite actually being a long time, the experience felt too short, and Kim Dong-gil let out a regretful sigh.

“Oh… Now I understand why you and So-yeon had such reactions at the last gathering.”

“Shh. I’ll savor it a little more.”

Kang Hanul whispered with his eyes closed.

And so, the time for lingering sentiments lasted a long time.

“But where did you get such food? I have to find out, no matter what. I have to!”

Such thoughts weren’t only in Kim Dong-gil’s mind.

Kim Se-hee was also considering contacting the guild.

Thus, rumors about the fantastic food that shook the food and awakening industries began to spread.

* * *

After finishing my first outing with Ara and returning to the dungeon.

As Ara returned home, she immediately rushed to the slimes with the snacks, dolls, toys, and other things she had bought outside.

“I have returned! I bring gifts!”

“Uh? Ara, didn’t you ask me to buy those because you wanted them?”

“They are what I wanted! But I have gone outside, so it is enough!”

Then, she hugged only one bag of snacks to her chest as if to show off.

“…Can I have just one of those?”

“Really… Ara, I was wrong.”

I reflected on myself, thinking I was a good slime welfare officer.

Although I had gone out several times, I had never thought about buying things for the slimes.

It felt like I was getting a slap on the head.

“Let’s buy more next time.”

“Can we buy more?”

“Then. It should be possible to fill the bag to the brim.”

“Wow! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong is amazing!”

Sigh. Ara’s innocence touches my heart.

Once again, I reflected and greeted each slime individually.

Squelch! Squelch!

“Yes, yes. Mark2, come here.”

I picked up Mark2 who wanted to be petted and gently stroked him. The rest of the slimes were too busy looking at the things brought from the outside world to pay attention.

“Hey! Mark2! That’s mine! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong is mine!”

“This side is empty, come here, Ara.”

Thud! Thud!

Ara, who ran over quickly, stuck to my side. I enjoyed this peaceful scene for a moment, petting each straw hat with both hands.

Initially, I resented awakening such abilities, but now I’m really grateful.

If I didn’t have the ability of liquid synthesis, and if I hadn’t gained the Slime Lord ability through dual awakening, I would never have met them.

“Oh, now that I think about it, the place where I first found Pooh…”

It had always been in the back of my mind, but it had been pushed aside due to my busy and hectic daily life.

Ara should be used to it by now, so maybe I should investigate the stairs leading down a bit?

Squelch! Squelch!

“We should start harvesting tomatoes soon.”

Just as I was thinking about the stairs, Mark2 informed me that there were crops to be harvested. Now I could understand the meaning with just one gesture.

“Then, shall we harvest first? Then we can investigate the stairs.”

In fact, Ara had already told me about the stairs.

One week after I first met Ara. During that time, Ara had given me various information.

– I was the owner of this dungeon!

– I became weak because there was nothing to eat…

– The dungeon beneath those stairs was the real dungeon I was guarding! But I desperately aimed for the exit to survive!

Ara said that being trapped in that shrine-like place was purely coincidental. And for countless years, she had been alone there.

– There was something scarier than death!

– Loneliness! Solitude! Being alone was scarier than death!

Thinking about Ara’s tearful words still made my heart ache. But in the end, I found her, so I’m grateful. If not, she might still be trapped there.

Maybe she would never have been discovered…

Anyway, now she was with me.

I named her Ara because of that past.

Once again reminiscing about the past, I harvested bubble tomatoes with the slimes. As I turned my head to glance, Ara was running around the field playing with the slimes.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! Look at this! I got a lot!”

“Wow. You can eat all of those, Ara.”

“Really? I’ll eat them well!”

With a happy expression, Ara put so many tomatoes in her mouth that her cheeks bulged. Her ears perking up couldn’t be cuter.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

“Can we talk after you finish eating slowly?”

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”

“Yes, what is it?”

“It’s happiness! I’m really glad I met Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong is amazing!”

“Yeah. I’m also really glad I met Ara.”

Really. I was really glad.

“Thank you for making me happy, Ara.”

“Hehe! I’m amazing! I made Kyu-seong Kyu-seong happy!”

“Hahaha.”

Anyway…

I’m really good at farming.

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Strike 134

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Hyun-soo wept in the bank on the day he was finally able to pay off all the hospital bills that had amounted to billions.

That day, Hyun-soo set a new goal for himself.

A small, humble forge of Hyun.

Those who believed in him and followed him.

For them, and for himself, he dreamed of making Guild Bright Future the best guild in the country.

He knew, of course, that it would not be easy.

Guild ranking number one.

The current master of that place was one of only two people in the country to hold the title of count.

And now, Hyun-soo, who had triggered a special story that maximizes the rewards for your story, thought that he might be able to close that gap.

[Your story is more beautiful than anyone else’s.]

Hyun-soo thinks.

He does not know the conditions for triggering your story.

But could this notification be an acknowledgment from the supercomputer Ares?

Then the reward notification hits.

[You have eaten the grapes of the small World Tree.]

[Experience and artifact drop rate increased by 50%.]

[You have killed the Black Dragon squad Leader, Kun.]

Recently, Hyun-soo gained massive experience by defeating Frak, a descendant of Spear Heaven.

Frak was still on an upward trajectory, whereas Kun’s growth had effectively ended.

Kun was overwhelmingly stronger than Frak.

The experience Frak provided was about 290,000.

[You gain 403,311 experience.]

[You have leveled up.]

[You have leveled up.]

[You have leveled up.]

[You have leveled up.]

[Leveling up……]

[You have obtained the Assassin’s Token.]

[You have acquired a mysterious treasure map.]

Hyun-soo was surprised to level up 14 times in one go.

Leveling up 14 levels at once in the 270 range was an astonishing feat.

With this, Hyun-soo quickly reached level 290.

‘Level 300 is not far off…….’

The high level standard began from level 300.

However, Hyun-soo was expecting more than that.

[Kingdom Quest: Prisoner Rescue Complete]

The quest received on the way to the prisoner camp.

It was a quest that offered double the reward for negotiations.

Moreover, several factors determined the level of negotiation in this quest:

How many prisoners were saved out of a thousand.

How many members of the Black Dragon squad were defeated.

Additionally, there had been consistent notifications of increased negotiation levels during the fights with the Black Dragon squad members, which they said would be summarized later.

[Negotiation levels being summarized.]

[Of the 1,000 prisoners, 918 survived.]

[The Black Dragon squad has been annihilated.]

[An extraordinary achievement.]

[Negotiation levels being summarized.]

Currently, Hyun-soo’s negotiation level has reached 102%.

This negotiation level will decide whether Hyun-soo will receive a noble title when he returns to the Goyard Kingdom.

Then.

‘Ah, again…!?’

Hyun-soo suddenly felt dizzy.

He knew what this premonition was.

It was a premonition of fainting due to a status ailment.

It was absurd for Hyun-soo, who hadn’t heard how much more he could increase his negotiation level.

But today was different.

Ding!

[You have often reached the physical and mental limits, surpassing your boundaries.]

[You have acquired the title “To the Extreme.”]

“???”

It was a title given for fainting frequently.

(To the Extreme)

Unique Title

Grade: A

Special Abilities:

· Applies when you are about to faint, surpassing your physical and mental limits.

· 25% chance to resist fainting.

· You are a holder of the legendary stat willpower. When you fall into or resist a fainting state, having pushed yourself to the extreme is recognized, and you acquire the stat willpower.

The title “To the Extreme” was undoubtedly absurd, but its effects were outstanding.

[To the Extreme]

[You have resisted fainting.]

[You have acquired 6 willpower stats.]

Legendary stat willpower.

It was a means to additionally acquire this precious stat.

Today, Hyun-soo, who did not faint, was able to hear the notification.

[You have acquired 48% negotiation level.]

Hyun-soo’s existing negotiation level, thanks to the members of the Gale Squad, had surpassed 100% to reach 102%.

Now, it had reached 150%.

But it wasn’t over yet.

[Your Unique Quest: Victory over the Black Dragon squad Leader Kun Complete]

This was the first time this personal story was activated.

The reward included an ‘extraordinary increase in negotiation level’.

[You have acquired 34% negotiation level.]

Hyun-soo’s heart thrilled.

‘Total negotiation level 184%…’

With such a negotiation level, he could ascend to the next rank of nobility.

However, at that time, Hyun-soo did not know.

He did not know that he would gain even more negotiation level.

Anyway, thinking he had obtained all the possible negotiation levels, Hyun-soo suddenly remembered something.

He gathered his last strength and stood up.

He then looked at a group.

***

One thousand prisoners in the prisoner camp.

They were led by Eden, the leader of the civilian militia.

Eden thought they would all be slaughtered when they were attacked by the mysterious assassin group known as the Black Dragon squad.

Gale Squad.

Even after these members had wiped out about seventy assassins, and when they were too exhausted to fight further, it remained the same.

The thread of hope continued to slip away.

Not just for him.

The thousand prisoners.

They all felt the same.

Even as a hundred arrows fell, and while Black Dragon squad leader Kun was tormenting Viscount Hyun-soo for amusement, there was no hope.

But he was different.

Crash-

Thud

Thump

Splurt!

Thud

Crash-

Thump-!

Boom-!

Despite being in a physically and mentally critical condition, he moved like a ghost in a fleeting moment.

Unlike themselves who had given up hope, he did not relinquish his will to fight until the end.

“Why, why…”

Beside him stood Khan.

Covered in wounds, he murmured with a faint smile.

“He’s always been like that, never giving up and never backing down.”

Eden had heard the conversations shared between the Gale Squad and Hyun-soo.

The Gale Squad were exceptional fighters beyond ordinary comprehension.

Indeed, they had a profound loyalty to the noble Hyun-soo.

“The brightest sun, that is my lord.”

Eden’s lips parted.

Crash-

In the end, he had won.

Shortly after, he fell to the ground.

Then, rising again, he looked at them.

His originally noble and elegant brown coat was now soaked with sweat, blood, and dirt.

The blood that had wet his hair had dried, and he looked disheveled.

However, when he stood up, his immediate action was to take them all in with his gaze.

One by one, moving his eyes, he spoke.

“It’s a relief.”

“…!”

Finally, he knelt on one knee and collapsed.

“Fortunately, I didn’t faint today, help me up, Khan.”

[The respect of 918 prisoners of the Goyard Kingdom for you reaches sky-high.]

And there was one fact that Hyun-soo did not know.

[The increase in negotiation level applies until you fully return to your home country.]

This meant that the situation itself could also contribute to the increase.

[The prisoners of Goyard Kingdom will not forget today’s events, and they will continually talk about the negotiator.]

[Negotiation level increases.]

[Negotiation level increases.]

Additionally,

“By the way, where did those archers from earlier go?”

“Could it be, are they all dead?”

The prisoners looked around.

The forty or so archers had vanished without a trace.

Then, Hyun-soo received a notification.

[Your guild member Ian has annihilated the members of the Red Bandana Guild.]

[Negotiation level increases.]

Just as the Gale Squad members had increased his negotiation levels through their actions in the Cradle of Hell, it was now being applied to Hyun-soo. Then, an elderly man arrived swiftly.

The reason the old man, Spear Heaven Ben, came alone was that it was faster than bringing his subordinates.

Ben had virtually assumed all the prisoners were dead.

However, seeing Hyun-soo barely alive, Ben cracked a small smile.

“Ah, Your Highness…”

Hyun-soo was practically on the brink of death, barely avoiding fainting.

Ben knew why Hyun-soo had ended up this way.

It was because he had fought without backing down, as always.

“…Thank you, it’s all thanks to you.”

The kingdoms of Praham and Goyard had nearly broken their eternal peace agreement because of this incident.

Yet, it was resolved by just this one blacksmith and five soldiers.

And Ben knew the main contributor in these negotiations.

Ben knew well how to repay him.

[Negotiation level significantly increases.]

He rewarded him with his own authority.

Finally, the Gale Squad members and the prisoners started their return to the homeland.

“Ah, it’s tough.”

Climbing onto the carriage, Hyun-soo smiled wryly as he finally headed back to his home country.

“Such an unbelievable negotiation level…”

The negotiation level was 184% after including the rewards for killing the leader of the Black Dragon squad, Kun.

However, due to various factors, Hyun-soo had acquired an even higher negotiation level.

Suddenly, Hyun-soo recalled what Ben had said before parting ways.

‘I’m curious to see how high you will rise when you return to your homeland.’

It was something that Hyun-soo also looked forward to greatly.

‘What will I receive with this impressive negotiation level?’

Meanwhile,

[You have annihilated the Red Bandana Guild.]

Ding!

[Hidden Piece. The True Master of Archery.]

[You have changed your class to the Legendary Archer.]

[All stats are rearranged, and 300 bonus points are evenly applied.]

[Skills are transformed, granting you greater power than before.]

[The Legendary Archer is a class that handles a bow better than any other archer.]

Barely surviving, Ian leaned against a hill, watching the departing group.

Being reserved, Ian felt comfortable staying out of the limelight.

Ian was incredibly happy at this moment.

‘This way, I can better protect the Guild Bright Future, just as Master Hyun-soo wished.’

It was all thanks to the bow that Hyun-soo had handed him.

Several days later, Hyun-soo and Ian met. During that brief time, Ian had heard many of Hyun-soo’s stories. Ian, a former editor, promised him to produce just one video. Despite already being a member of the Guild Bright Future, he decided to make only one video due to some unspoken circumstances. The members of the Guild Bright Future did not press him for reasons.

Ian thought that this one video would be of great help to Hyun-soo’s forge.

“This video will cause a huge stir later on.”

Having heard Hyun-soo’s many stories, Ian sensed that something big was about to happen. People would soon be talking about Hyun-soo as a disruptor of balance. And still, people were skeptical about how he could create such legends. This video would dispel all doubts and elevate him even higher. And Ian saw potential in this as an editor. It was the potential of the subject to be a star.

“Of course, Master Hyun-soo certainly has the qualities of a star.”

But having the qualities and actually becoming a star were entirely different matters. Ian had agreed to make just one video for the Guild Bright Future and Hyun-soo. However, that decision could change at any time.

“If I start desiring to elevate Master Hyun-soo higher…”

If not, Ian did not want to return to the life of an editor. Yes, this was a small test. A test to see whether Ian would remain in the Bright Future simply as an archer or also as an editor. But Ian didn’t have high expectations. After all, it was too much to expect from a regular person.

***

“Just one sentence. Please express Master Hyun-soo’s life in one sentence; this will be the first greeting from Hyun’s forge to the viewers.”

Hyun-soo was quite embarrassed by this. Even in Ares, where camera functions were available, he sat in the chair, visibly nervous.

“Action.”

Following Ian’s cue, Hyun-soo appeared lost in thought for a moment. He bowed his head, deep in thought. Then he spoke. Ian’s heart pounded upon hearing it; Hyun-soo had gifted him a masterpiece. Similarly, Ian felt certain that this one video would become his magnum opus.

It touched the soul.

It made the heart flutter.

It also resolved him to make a new commitment.

‘…I must continue making videos for the Guild Bright Future.’

Hyun-soo slowly raised his head and said,

“I wanted to live.”

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Act 81

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The quiet dawn erupted into a tumult as if stirred by a volcanic eruption, but soon quieted down. The cause was none other than Pintel. I had never had deep interactions with him, but this was the first time I saw him explode in such rage.

“He never even did this in Tenellon’s audience chamber.”

I was very confused. I didn’t know why he was so angry.

However, it didn’t take long to figure out the reason.

“How dare you draw a sword on Sir Julian, what disrespectful act is this!”

…Why are you suddenly acting like this? The disrespectful act seems to be yours.

Since the last time I saw you, there has been a strange tension building up… and now it’s reaching a peak.

“But he is… corrupting the very essence of our order, Sir Pintel! If we leave him be, greater disasters will occur!”

The tone of the monsignor, different from how he spoke to me, was polite.

Hmm. I’m a bishop too, but the difference in treatment is too severe.

“What disaster are you talking about?”

“…What?”

“What disaster is it! The one you mentioned!”

“It… it poses a threat to the existence of other bishops.”

“That’s absurd!”

Snorting in derision, Pintel glared at him with piercing eyes.

“A monsignor like you worries about the bishops?”

“That… Let’s see if you can still do that in this situation.”

Saying so, Pintel’s body began to surge with mana.

Having a high sensitivity to mana, I quickly realized that Pintel was about to use magic.

With a swift motion, Pintel raised his hand and manifested his specialty, ‘Dagger Magic’.

“…Ugh.”

The magic, charged with formidable energy, was not used to subdue the opponent.

Flick.

The magic brushed past the monsignor’s cheek.

As a result, drops of blood trickled down his face.

“Did you feel this magic aiming for your breath?”

“…No.”

“Then, did you see it?”

The monsignor shut his mouth at Pintel’s rebuke.

If one cannot sense the ‘flow of mana’, Pintel’s ‘Dagger Magic’ is too fast, precise, and silent to be followed by the eye.

Most have not yet reached that level.

“You could neither feel, see, nor dodge this magic, which Sir Julian had already anticipated!”

Saying so, Pintel turned to look at me, his eyes filled with infinite trust.

…Though that’s true.

To say it with his own mouth…

Admitting that his magic was seen through by someone else is like confessing it’s ‘trash’.

“Not only that, Sir Julian holds a social status not inferior to other bishops. He is the de facto master of ‘Closed Eyes’ and of the Crypart family lineage…”

“He is from a collateral branch! Sir Pintel! Therefore, the ‘Frason’ label is attached to him…”

Crack!

Once again, the sharp ‘Dagger Magic’ passed beside the neck of the monsignor who was speaking.

“Say it again, I dare you.”

“……I’m sorry.”

Pintel glared at him with even sharper eyes than before, causing the monsignor to swallow hard and then bow his head.

“Get lost. Along with those trashed people over there.”

Pintel spoke venomously, pointing to the people who had collapsed when he first used the ‘Dagger Magic’.

The monsignor, looking displeased but polite towards Pintel and me, took the fallen people and left.

A brief silence fell, but it was broken by my fake cough.

To think I would receive help in such a manner.

“Thank you, Sir Pintel.”

I bowed my head slightly, causing Pintel to flinch a bit.

“It’s not appropriate at all! Sir Julian is to become an Archbishop, there’s absolutely no reason for him to mingle with such low-level people.”

“Hmm.”

I sighed briefly at Pintel’s agitated words.

This guy… trying to impress me like this because he wants to ride on my ‘line’…

He’s scheming to stand by my side as I’m about to become an ‘ArchBishop’ to suck up the benefits.

…Sorry, but I’m not interested in becoming an ArchBishop.

“It seems you misunderstand, Sir Pintel.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes.”

Pintel looked puzzled as I nodded.

“What exactly…?”

“I have declined the position of ‘Archbishop.'”

Pintel’s face, which had been drooping, crumpled completely.

Now he must understand.

All the flattery he’s offered me up to now has been meaningless.

“Why would you do that, Sir Julian!?”

Pintel’s face was filled with bewilderment at my statement about refusing the Archbishop position.

“There wasn’t a particular reason.”

“I don’t think that’s a reason to decline! If you become an Archbishop…”

He seemed very flustered.

He rambled about the benefits and power of becoming an Archbishop.

But it was unlikely that his words would reach my ears.

Just seconds ago, his voice, which felt so full of conviction, was now wavering like a reed in the wind.

“If Sir Julian takes power, such unfortunate events won’t happen!”

“Didn’t I tell you? I have no interest.”

“Still, things could change if you take the position!”

I had predicted that Pintel would show his usual irritable demeanor if I mentioned declining the ‘Archbishop’ position.

Instead, he started trying to persuade me.

Honestly, I can’t tell him everything.

I don’t want to get more involved with the Dawn Society.

‘I came here to dismantle the Dawn Society, not to revive it.’

How could I say such a thing to a bishop of the ‘Dawn Society’?

“My aspirations lie higher, Sir Pintel.”

Given that I had no reason to persuade him, I decided to dodge the issue as usual.

“A place higher than an Archbishop…”

“Yes, so I would appreciate it if you refrain from unnecessary interference.”

At times like these, the face of ‘Julian’ really comes in handy. Even vague statements can seem significant when delivered by the ‘villain with the narrow eyes.’

“Is it even appropriate for you to say such things to me?”

Pintel asked, his nervousness evident in his demeanor.

Why not?

“Then, what reason is there not to say it?”

I smiled lightly.

Seeing my smile, Pintel squinted his eyes tightly, then responded quickly.

“I understand! I, Pintel Obradin, will take Sir Julian’s words to my grave!”

Huh? Wait, did he misunderstand something…

Oh well, let it be.

I’m not sure what meaning he attached to my words, but Pintel clenched his fist and bowed respectfully.

Watching his retreating figure, I clicked my tongue inwardly.

‘He’s incomprehensible.’

Given that he is likely a minor character who disappears early in the story, it’s hard to pin down his personality.

‘And such a personality is dangerous.’

Who knows what he might think or do on his own, especially since he’s ‘Pintel,’ who has no significant impact on the story.

‘What can you do?’

I’ll just have to try not to create more cases like Pintel.

***

“Hello, I am Fern Cranish, newly joined to ‘Closed Eyes.’ I look forward to working with you.”

During the welcoming ceremony for new members at the ‘Closed Eyes’ barracks, a familiar face caught my eye, leaving me dumbfounded.

The reason was simple.

It was because Fern, a member of the Azure Lion Knights with whom I had previously worked on a mission to repair a resonance stone, was now standing as a member of ‘Closed Eyes.’

“Fern was a member of the esteemed Azure Lion Knights.”

Commander Odwin also touched upon this detail.

As the name ‘Azure Lion’ was mentioned, other ‘Closed Eyes’ members began to murmur.

And it’s understandable, as knightly groups typically dislike the royal direct agency ‘Closed Eyes.’

Moreover, the most expressive among them was Fern’s Azure Lion Knights.

“Everyone seems puzzled about why a former Azure Lion Knight would join ‘Closed Eyes.'”

Just then, as if to clear up everyone’s questions, Odwin spoke up.

“The truth is… I’m not quite sure either.”

Odwin smiled innocently. Wasn’t she going to explain?

“Why would someone leave the knightly order to choose ‘Closed Eyes’?”

Instead of explaining, Odwin directly questioned Fern.

“Yes! I thought this place would be better for honing my skills than the knightly order!”

True to his former knightly origins, Fern’s voice carried a forceful tone.

“I don’t understand that reasoning. It seems like staying with the knights would have been much better.”

Right. I think so too.

Why did you come here?

Odwin echoed my thoughts, but instead of responding, Fern just offered an awkward smile.

“It feels like I’ve been saddled with an annoying burden.”

As I muttered to myself, the usual formal speech came.

“I will take it, Sir Julian!”

I had just picked up some documents from the commander’s office and was in the middle of transferring them to my office.

Fern swiftly approached me, reached out with both hands, and asked to take what I was carrying.

Seeing no reason to refuse, I handed over the stack of documents to him.

“After you finish that, could you water the orchids in the office? There’s a suitable amount of water in the watering can; just divide it among them.”

I added another menial task.

‘The Azure Lion Knights’ are a group with a definite name value within the knights.

In contrast, ‘Closed Eyes,’ despite its grandiose name as a royal exclusive agency, is essentially a fruitless group.

It’s effectively an agency solely for ‘Julian’… well, for a single executioner.

Other members do have some skills, but honestly, compared to the knights, it’s night and day.

That’s why I was suspicious of Fern’s actions.

What’s the reason for him coming here…

“Yes, I understand!”

Fern, still spirited in his response, headed towards my office.

I checked his aura for any signs of ‘Corruption’s Color’ as he walked away, but I could not discern any emotion. 

He was literally focused on the tasks assigned.

“Why would a member of the Azure Lion Knights…”

Likewise, Razlot, who had just come from the commander’s office, voiced a similar question.

And he murmured very quietly, so that no one else could hear.

“I’m still just an apprentice myself… When will my successor come?” Razlot was muttering to himself.

***

After meeting with Tenellon, one of the persistent questions I had was about the method he mentioned for allowing us to enter the Holy Nation of Fernand.

The Holy See of the Holy Nation is not foolish.

They would strictly prohibit the entry of those closely associated with the Imperial Royal Family.

‘What exactly are they planning?’

As I looked over the documents Fern had moved, a sigh escaped my lips.

[Selection list for the captain of the diplomatic corps for Prince Ulysses Lenno Adrattan.]

…So it was this.

Seeing words like ‘4th Prince, Ulysses, diplomatic corps’ reminded me of an episode.

The long-standing grievances between the Empire and the Holy Nation, the first step by the 4th Prince Ulysses to resolve them — because ‘Humanity’ must unite against a common enemy, ‘Demons’.

Yeah right.

In reality, it’s nothing more than a political show by Ulysses, who is far from the throne, to ensure his own safety.

Though there are grievances, there’s periodic talk within the royal family about improving relations with the Holy Nation.

It’s all a performance to pull those factions under his command.

‘So, when the 4th Prince departs for the Holy Nation for peace, I’ll be tagging along as part of the escort?’

As expected, my name was on the ‘captain of the guard’ list.

I didn’t apply myself, but seeing my name listed, it seems ‘Dawn Society’ has had a hand in this.

The final list showed three names, including mine.

‘Closed Eyes’s Julian.’

Commander of the ‘Azure Lion Knights,’ Schwartz.

Royal Court Magician, ‘Disciple of Purity,’ Agnes.

‘If Tenellon’s influence is involved, it’s obvious that my name would end up on the final list.’

Because of that, I sighed.

‘Damn, I got worked up for nothing.’

I regretted what I had said to him.

I should have just given a non-committal answer, instead of unnecessarily bringing up the Holy Nation…

Since the cost-benefit analysis doesn’t add up, I might as well take the opportunity to gather some other things.

For example, something like ‘holy relics.’  

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Martial 13

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The next morning.

The faces of the students gathered in the dining hall for breakfast were varied and diverse.

“It seems like there was quite a commotion yesterday.”

Eugene chuckled inwardly as he observed them.

Some had bruises on their faces, and others had swollen faces that hadn’t subsided yet.

However, there were groups whose members all had clean faces.

The 3rd group, which included Sophia Dikantel, was among those with unmarked faces.

This meant that the 3rd group didn’t engage in any fights.

‘That means Sophia Dikantel must be the leader of the 3rd group,’ Eugene thought, as he turned his attention to the other groups.

The day before, when group leaders were decided, the supervising instructors had given yellow name tags to the group leaders as they left their dormitories in the morning.

All the group leaders wore their yellow name tags on their chests.

“All the groups have their leaders decided.”

The male student leaders were:

– Group 1 Leader: Albert Kantea

– Group 2 Leader: Bambi Galeron

– Group 3 Leader: Antonio Bedia

– Group 4 Leader: Khan Delburn

– Group 5 Leader: Eugene Bedia

‘I ended up being the leader unintentionally.’

Originally, Eugene had no intention of becoming a group leader, but somehow he found himself wearing the leader’s name tag.

After defeating Aaron the previous day, all the members of Group 5 acknowledged Eugene as the leader, and no one complained.

Considering how easily Eugene defeated Aaron, it was unlikely anyone would object.

“Albert Kantea became the leader of Group 1, as expected.”

Albert Kantea, the illegitimate son of the Kantea Kingdom.

Looking at Albert Kantea, Eugene had two questions.

First, according to rumors, Albert Kantea, despite being an illegitimate son, inherited the Kantea surname.

Typically, illegitimate children do not inherit the royal surname.

To be precise, if the king acknowledges the illegitimate child as his own, they can inherit the surname.

Otherwise, they cannot inherit it.

However, rumors said that Albert Kantea was not acknowledged by the king.

Yet, Albert had inherited the Kantea surname.

And second, royalty usually had academies within the palace and didn’t attend separate academies.

For example, among the current academy students, Albert was the only royal member.

Despite this, Albert, a royal, enrolled in Landbard Academy.

‘There must be something unknown to the public.’

Moreover, the leader of Group 4 was unexpected.

He was the only non-noble leader.

Except for Group 4, all leaders from Groups 1 to 5 were nobles or royals.

Although Eugene became a leader unintentionally, Group 4’s case was truly surprising.

Especially because the formidable Morivan Rudd from the Rudd family was in Group 4.

Despite this, a member from an unknown family became the leader, which was refreshing.

‘Morivan Rudd is known to be strong, so this Khan Delburn must be even stronger.’

After understanding the male student leaders, Eugene turned his attention to the female student leaders.

The female student leaders were:

– Group 1 Leader: Sylvia Pekelodi

– Group 2 Leader: Cathy Balkeion

– Group 3 Leader: Sophia Dikantel

– Group 4 Leader: Benika Tiblman

– Group 5 Leader: Lucy Leintbil

‘The female leaders are all from noble families, as expected.’

It was an obvious result.

Most academy students received education and trained in strength within their families before enrolling.

Thus, it was natural for children from commoner families to be outmatched by those from noble families.

‘The male leader of Group 4 is unique.’

Eugene quickly finished his meal and stood up.

“Scrrr.”

“S-sir… Where are you going without finishing your meal?”

Aaron, who was harshly defeated by Eugene the previous day, and other group members looked at Eugene nervously as he stood up.

It hadn’t been 10 minutes since they sat down to eat.

“I’m done, so you all can eat slowly and then get up.”

“Where are you going?”

Rohen, who sat opposite Eugene, tilted his head and looked at him curiously.

Only Ken Pelven and Rohen among the group members weren’t afraid of Eugene and spoke to him casually.

“I’m going to see the headmaster.”

“Wh-what??”

Aaron was startled by Eugene’s words.

Why would he meet the headmaster right after breakfast?

“It’s something like that.”

Eugene briefly informed his group members of his destination and immediately left the dining hall.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in.”

* * *

Terron Riod and Hobin Jessup, who were in the headmaster’s office, invited the knocker to enter.

On the left side of the vast room was Terron Riod’s seat, and on the right was Hobin Jessup’s seat.

Creak.

“Hmm? What brings you here at this hour?” Hobin Jessup tilted his head as Education Director Deiker entered the office with a troubled expression.

Normally, at this time, Deiker would be having his meal, or if he had finished, he would be moving to the training grounds.

“Um… Headmaster.”

“Speak.”

“Ah… it’s just…”

As Archmage Hobin Jessup looked at Terron Riod, Teren shrugged, indicating he had no idea either.

Deiker had never shown such behavior before, even when Terron Riod was the Education Director and Deiker was his student.

“It’s fine, go ahead.”

“Among the new students this year, do you know Eugene Bedia?”

“Yes, I’m aware. Aren’t there two children from the Bedia family enrolled this term?”

“Yes, of the two, Eugene Bedia, the youngest…”

Deiker bit his lower lip again, hesitating.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, what is it?” Terron Riod finally snapped, exasperated.

“The student… has come to discuss his future career path.”

“Career path? Are you saying the child from the Bedia family wants to quit being a mage?” The headmasters’ eyes widened at Teren’s words.

Usually, students who enrolled as knights might switch to becoming mages, or those who enrolled as mages might switch to becoming knights and would seek counseling regarding their career paths. This was typically because they found their aptitude better suited to the other path.

But for a child from the prestigious Bedia family to discuss career paths? It essentially meant a child from a long-standing mage family wanted to become a knight.

“Ah… it’s not that he wants to become a knight…”

“Then what is it?”

“He wants to become a…?”

“A what?”

“A magic swordsman.”

“?!” “?!!”

Terron Riod and Hobin Jessup were simultaneously shocked. 

It was already surprising enough to discuss career paths, but to want to become a magic swordsman?

It would be less surprising if he wanted to become a knight.

Magic swordsmen were often regarded as neither proper mages nor knights.

In Seifran, a few magic swordsmen existed, but they were not well-regarded because they were considered neither true knights nor mages, and their skills were often lacking.

Given that mastering even one ability required a lifetime of dedicated training, trying to excel in both inevitably led to slower progress.

“Is this… really true?” Archmage Hobin Jessup stammered, seeking confirmation.

The son of his friend and rival, Alan Bedia, wanting to become a magic swordsman? It was an incomprehensible story.

“Yes… it’s true. He’s currently waiting outside the headmaster’s office.”

“Let him in.”

In the end, the headmasters decided to hear directly from Eugene, who was standing outside the office.

“Come in,” they said.

Swish.

“Is your name Eugene?”

“Yes.”

As Eugene stood before the headmasters, Hobin Jessup spoke.

“Did you really say you want to pursue becoming a magic swordsman?”

“Yes, I want to become a magic swordsman.”

“Huh… why on earth?”

It was a genuine question born out of curiosity.

Studying and training in just one ability might not be enough to reach a higher circle, so why choose to be a magic swordsman?

“I understand that the academy offers career paths for magic swordsmen.”

“Yes, you’re right. The academy does provide education for magic swordsmen… but…”

Throughout history, no one at Landbard Academy had ever chosen to become a magic swordsman.

“Sigh… Think it over again. Aren’t you a member of the Bedia family?”

“I don’t understand what being from the Bedia family has to do with becoming a magic swordsman.”

“The Bedia family is a historic mage family. For a child from such a family to become a magic swordsman would disgrace the family’s reputation.”

Hobin Jessup sincerely tried to persuade Eugene.

He had grown up witnessing the power of the Bedia family since his student days.

At times, he had felt intimidated by the Bedia family, and it was because of them that he had set a goal and reached his current position as a 9th-circle Archmage.

Therefore, Hobin Jessup spoke earnestly for Eugene’s sake.

“Originally, the Bedia family is known for producing magic swordsmen.”

“I know that. Because of this, many have tried to follow in the Bedia family’s footsteps as magic swordsmen. And what was the result? They all walked the path of failure. Look at the current magic swordsmen in the world. Is there even one who is well-regarded?”

“Calm down, Hobin.”

Terron Riod tried to calm the increasingly agitated Hobin Jessup.

“Although Headmaster Hobin spoke rather strongly, I feel the same way. I also respect and admire Sir Alan Bedia of the Bedia family, and I want to dissuade you from the path of a magic swordsman.”

Teren shook his head in a calm voice.

While he appreciated Eugene’s ambition to learn swordsmanship, practically speaking, the path of a magic swordsman was not one to take.

“I have already decided to become a magic swordsman.”

“Sigh…”

Seeing Eugene’s firm resolve, Hobin finally sighed.

Judging by Eugene’s expression, it seemed he had truly made up his mind.

“So… what exactly do you want?”

“I want to receive training to become a magic swordsman.”

“Sigh… Very well. We will prepare training for you starting tomorrow.”

Eugene respectfully bowed to the exhausted Hobin Jessup and left the headmaster’s office.

“Sigh… Headmaster, are you really going to provide training for Eugene to become a magic swordsman?”

After Eugene left the headmaster’s office, Deiker looked at Hobin.

Deiker had expected Hobin Jessup to persuade Eugene to the end, but he had too easily agreed to provide magic swordsman training.

“You will handle the swordsmanship classes, and Lina Sephaniel will handle the magic classes. And…”

“If he can’t keep up with the classes, he will be expelled from the academy immediately. Even if he manages to keep up but fails my tests, he will still be expelled.”

Teren and Deiker were speechless at Hobin’s decision.

While attending classes was one thing, failing a test set by Archmage Hobin Jessup would lead to expulsion.

No student from the Bedia family had ever been expelled from the academy before, but it seemed Eugene might become the first Bedia family member to be expelled.

Moreover, assigning Lina Sephaniel to Eugene’s magic classes was problematic in itself.

The Sephaniel family did not get along well with the Bedia family.

The Sephaniel family had never been able to achieve the top position because of the Bedia family and were often compared to them, which naturally led to a dislike for the Bedia family. 

Lina Sephaniel, from the Sephaniel family, was assigned to teach Eugene’s magic classes.

‘Originally, Lina was supposed to teach students in their third year, but now she is assigned to Eugene…?’

Although Lina Sephaniel, despite her dislike for the Bedia family, wouldn’t act unfairly or conduct improper classes due to her position as an instructor, it was obvious she would make things extremely difficult for Eugene within the bounds of legality.

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Martial 12

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Clink. Clink.

‘What an interesting situation this is.’

After receiving the schedule announcement in the auditorium, the first-year students quietly ate their meals in the dining hall, watching each other carefully.

‘It’s completely the calm before the storm.’

Thanks to the words of the training director, Deiker Kodellou, in the auditorium, the students had turned into ticking time bombs.

‘As soon as we return to the dormitory, there will be an uproar, won’t there?’

Just by looking at them, you could tell that some were already itching for a fight.

At that moment.

Murmur. Murmur.

The first-year students, who had been eating quietly, started murmuring as someone entered the dining hall.

“It’s Kylon Dikantel’s granddaughter.”

“Whoa… I’ve never seen her in person before… I missed the entrance ceremony.”

“Wow… The presence she has is no joke.”

“She’s really beautiful… Whether it’s looks or skills, she’s got it all.”

“Ah~ I wish I could at least have a conversation with her.”

All the students were casting many glances at the woman who entered, Sophia Dikantel.

Sophia Dikantel.

She, like Eugene, was a student who had enrolled this year and was known throughout the Seifran region as a genius, being the granddaughter of the Grand Sword Master.

‘Indeed, her energy is the strongest among the students here.’

Though the aura she emanates is not everything, Sophia was definitely exuding the energy of a 2-star knight, a Sword Runner.

Amidst the heavy atmosphere, the first-year students finished their meals and returned to their dormitories after completing their formation training in the afternoon.

Creak.

“Haha, it looks like Lord Arid will be our team leader!”

The members of Team 5, who had returned to the dormitory, were fawning over Arid Sabe as they stood by his side.

“I… I’m not interested in being the team leader…”

When Arid looked at Eugene, who was sitting on the bed in the distance, he trembled and turned his head away.

“Huh? Why… why is that?”

“If Lord Arid doesn’t become the team leader, then who will?”

The other members of Team 5 looked perplexed.

Why was Arid acting like this all of a sudden? Just a day ago, he was always confident and acted as if he could reach the sky, but now he had lost his spirit and had barely spoken all day.

“Are you not feeling well? You hardly ate anything earlier during lunch…”

Flinch.

Arid, who was sitting in the corner of the bed, shuddered at the words of his teammate.

He hadn’t been able to eat. Was it because he had no appetite? No. It was simply because whenever he put food in his mouth, his tongue felt like it was being torn apart, so he couldn’t eat much.

“Shut up and get lost!”

Arid, remembering what Eugene had done to him, snapped at the teammates who were clinging to him.

“Well… then we’ll assume you’re really not interested in being the team leader and decide among ourselves.”

One of the teammates, Aaron Jemed, shrugged with an incredulous expression.

If Arid was truly not interested in being the team leader, then he was the strongest among the people in the dormitory.

Though he was from a minor noble family, and not as strong as Arid, he still possessed the strength of a 1-star, 3rd-grade knight.

“I’ll be the team leader. No objections, right?” Aaron Jemed declared confidently as he looked around at the team members in the dormitory.

“What? If anyone has a problem, want to fight me?” Aaron glared at the team member standing next to him, Feron Horus, who had been one of Arid’s followers.

Feron was only at 1-star, 1st grade.

“N-no, you can be the team leader.”

“Good,” Aaron smirked as Feron waved his hands dismissively and shook his head.

Though he wouldn’t have minded fighting, it was much easier when others conceded.

“Isn’t it better for someone else to be the team leader than someone like you?”

“Who said that?” Aaron scanned the room to see who had spoken up.

Eugene watched as a student rose in front of him.

“Was it you?”

“Yeah. I think someone else would be better suited to be team leader than you.”

“Hah. Are you crazy, you wizard?”

Aaron scowled at the wizard who had stood up from his bed. The student who had criticized Aaron was Rohen Aldron from the Aldron family.

‘He’s about 1st Circle, 2th grade.’

Eugene observed Rohen standing ahead.

“A wizard should just do as they’re told from the back…”

Aaron ground his teeth at Rohen.

It was clear Aaron disliked wizards.

“Why does he hate wizards?” Taeje, who had woken up from his nap on Eugene’s bed, was now watching the standoff between Aaron and Rohen.

“Knights and wizards have never gotten along well.”

“Why?”

The reason was simple. While knights risked their lives fighting at the frontlines, wizards stayed at the back casting spells, which irked the knights. Conversely, wizards thought knights were brutish and lacked refinement.

As a result, knights and wizards could never get along, and to this day, they were like oil and water.

“But in the formation training in the afternoon, aren’t wizards and knights in the same party?”

Taeje tilted his head, puzzled after hearing about the training from Eugene.

In the morning, knights had knight classes and wizards had wizard classes, but in the afternoon, they formed mixed parties for formation training.

“Knowing they don’t get along, the academy still puts them in the same party?”

“That’s the dilemma.”

In short, they couldn’t be separated.

They disliked working together but were indispensable to each other. While knights and wizards could form their own parties for lower-ranked missions, higher-ranked missions required mixed parties of knights and wizards. 

A party of only knights would be wiped out without a wizard to heal them, and a party of only wizards would be overwhelmed without knights to protect them from powerful monsters.

Hence, the academy also had mixed classes in the afternoon, and the first exam was a party-based exam.

“Once you graduate from the academy and step into the real world, you will surely take on high-level missions. It’s amusing how they are like light and shadow.”

Buzz.

Swoosh.

While Eugene was explaining various things to Taeje, Aaron and Rohen, who had been glaring at each other, prepared for battle. Aaron drew his sword from his waist, and Rohen held his magic wand, creating a magic circle.

“You’ll regret picking a fight with me.”

Whoosh!

Aaron, with a grim expression, moved quickly and swung his sword straight down.

Clang!

“So crude.”

Rohen blocked Aaron’s sword with the magic circle formed at the tip of his wand and clicked his tongue. It was a straightforward, linear attack. Yet, Aaron smiled even though his sword was blocked.

“Can you do double casting?”

Whoosh!

Thud!

“Gah…”

Rohen groaned as Aaron’s kick landed in his abdomen. In truth, Rohen was very flustered by Aaron’s sudden charge. Rohen had intended to form a magic circle and immediately cast a spell to keep Aaron at bay. In such a confined space, wizards were at a significant disadvantage. However, Aaron had charged at him before he could attack.

“With your level, one magic circle is all you can manage.”

Thud!

Aaron stomped on the fallen Rohen with a smile.

‘If only I could do double casting…’

Rohen grimaced as he tried to fend off Aaron’s kicks. Double casting involved using two magic circles simultaneously, a skill achievable with exceptional magical calculation abilities, regardless of one’s circle. However, Rohen had not yet reached the level to perform double casting. Knowing this, Aaron had rushed him immediately.

“Besides, in such a confined space, knights have a much greater advantage!”

Whoosh!

Aaron extended his leg toward Rohen’s face as if kicking a ball.

Thunk.

“The fight’s already decided. You should stop now.”

Eugene intercepted Aaron’s kick, preventing the situation from escalating. The force behind Aaron’s kick could have caved in Rohen’s face, not just break his nose. Eugene would have stayed out of it if it were just a broken nose, but Aaron, in his excitement, had lost control of his strength.

“Ha, a mere wizard blocking my kick?”

Seeing his kick easily stopped by Eugene’s foot, Aaron’s anger flared, and veins bulged on his forehead.

“For a simple power struggle, Rohen almost got seriously injured.”

Eugene stared at Aaron with a blank expression.

“Even if he’s young, losing control of his energy due to excitement is reckless.”

Whoosh!

Aaron swiftly moved his sword towards Eugene’s ankle, which was blocking his foot. Though he turned the blade to strike with the flat side, it would surely break Eugene’s ankle if it hit directly.

Whoosh!

Crack.

“Gasp?!”

Aaron swallowed hard as he aimed for Eugene’s ankle. He had expected to break Eugene’s ankle, which had no magical protection, but suddenly Eugene lifted his foot and stepped on the side of Aaron’s sword.

Desperately, Aaron bent over quickly and grabbed the hilt of his sword, trying to free it from Eugene’s foot.

“Damn it!”

Eugene had used a technique called “Thousand-Pound Weight” to pin Aaron’s sword. Although Eugene wasn’t skilled enough to fully utilize the technique, he managed to exert enough weight to prevent Aaron from retrieving his sword.

‘If I use my true strength, I could break the sword, but…’

Doing so would definitely weaken Team 5’s overall strength. Without a sword, a knight’s power is halved. If this weren’t a team-based test, Eugene wouldn’t have hesitated to break Aaron’s sword.

Swoosh.

Thud.

Crash!

Seeing Aaron’s face turning red with effort, Eugene lifted his foot slightly, causing Aaron to tumble backward and crash into the dormitory entrance.

“You… bastard!”

Aaron spat out curses as he got up, having hit his head on the door.

“Are you playing with me using just a simple Strengthen spell?!”

Aaron thought Eugene had used the Strengthen spell, which enhances physical abilities, and was fuming. He had been puzzled since Eugene blocked his foot, but now he was sure Eugene had cast a spell beforehand.

“That trick won’t work anymore.”

Determined to face Eugene properly, Aaron adjusted his stance and gripped his sword tightly.

But.

Whoosh!

Thud!

Eugene, using his superior speed, closed the distance to Aaron and grabbed his cheek firmly.

“What…?”

“You talk too much.”

Sighing, Eugene forced Aaron’s mouth open and grabbed his tongue.

“Tsk, tsk…”

Ken Pelven, watching, clicked his tongue, having expected this outcome, while Arid trembled, recalling his own experience with Eugene.

Sizzle!

“Aaahhh!!”

As Eugene applied a burning technique with his fingers, Aaron screamed in agony, dropping his sword and clutching Eugene’s wrist.

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Survival 100

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“Hello, Saintess.”

Rene looked at the man who had called her to the cafe.

His half-closed eyes were unreadable.

His black hair contrasted sharply with his master’s.

Neatly dressed in a butler’s uniform.

‘…Was there such a character?’

Rene’s eyes quickly scanned the man.

Though she herself had been unable to see the ending, blocked by the mid-boss Luciana, she had enjoyed the game until that point.

She was certain.

Such a character had not even appeared as an extra.

‘Moreover, being one of the top three freshmen, shouldn’t he be a major character?’

She had a guess.

She had seen related news in the community.

[‘Under the Chandelier’ DLC released!]

[Come to the new region, the Empire of Evildon! New story intertwined with demons!]

[New male lead and numerous bosses appear!]

[Defeat the newly emerged calamity and enemies, and restore peace!]

The ‘Under the Chandelier’ expansion pack released just before she was drawn into the game. The update she hadn’t tried yet because she was blocked by Luciana.

It made sense if he was a new character included in that.

“My humble self is Hans Byron, who serves as the exclusive servant of Lady Luciana Speda.”

“And I am Rene, grateful for such a distinguished greeting.”

And naturally, she had anticipated the nature of this man.

Rene’s hand, resting on her knee, trembled slightly.

‘This crazy developer! I thought it was annoying enough with Elizabeth who appeared as a side character to Luciana, now what kind of monster have they added?’

The player’s 99.9% failure rate in that hellish difficulty wasn’t enough, they had added a new boss before Luciana.

Academy Year 1, Seat 3.

A place earned by surpassing numerous high nobles and even potential male leads in this strictly meritocratic academy.

It was only natural to revise the evaluation upwards.

‘Indeed, I must not turn Luciana into an enemy.’

Once again, Rene’s resolution to value her life became even firmer.

“…It is an honor to meet someone from the House of Speda.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine to meet you, Saintess. We couldn’t properly converse at that social event.”

Though his tone seemed kind at first, there was a thorn in his words.

‘Is this provoking me? Is that it?!’ she thought, pinpointing the day she received a dance invitation from the Crown Prince, who had been engaged to Luciana.

His pupils, narrowed to slits, sharply scanned over her. It seemed as if he was assessing whether she was a threat to Luciana or not.

Rene swallowed dryly, smiling brightly. The fragile appearance of a saint was really useful at times like these.

‘Stay calm, it’s actually an opportunity. If he is her personal attendant, he is practically her right arm, isn’t he?’ 

Just as initially planned.

As long as she properly appeals that she won’t be an enemy to Luciana, there should be no problem.

“It seems there has been a misunderstanding.” What would the original Rene have said?

-Saint, I… still don’t understand. Is it even appropriate to oppose my father?

-Do what you think is right. I don’t think differently, so I will help you.

A cutscene where Rene talks to the male lead candidate. There, she spoke her mind without regard to her status.

‘What, this seems easier than I thought.’ Acting like a proactive and confident girl was no problem for her, who had devoured all kinds of romance novels, comics, and female-oriented games.

Recalling the cutscene once more, she desperately moved her parched tongue.

***

Introduced by Wolbaek, the café guaranteed that our conversation would remain private. The saint I met here opened her mouth with a compassionate smile that suited her position perfectly.

“An unsavory article has already been published, but I need to clarify my stance again. His Highness the Crown Prince was kind enough to invite me to dance, but I am already devoted to the goddess.”

She casually lifted her arm. On the back of her hand was the metaphysical pattern known as the ‘Mark of the Goddess’ I had seen often in games.

“As a religious person, such matters are burdensome. Therefore, I refused.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

“Of course. Moreover, I cannot afford to be rude to the House of Speda, who has already chosen him as their partner. I do not wish to incur the hatred of those who have staunchly defended the empire against demons for centuries.”

Even as a commoner, she spoke quite boldly about the Crown Prince, a person of significantly higher status.

‘…Was I mistaken?’ 

She was pious yet assertive, and also tried her best to avoid conflict. There seemed to be no significant difference from the original Rene I knew.

Should I probe further?

“I never expected someone who cares about that to attend a banquet attended by high-ranking nobles from all over the country.”

“I apologize for the concern.”

“May I hear the reason? Why has the saint of the Nepisa Church come to this place?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s due to internal affairs of the church.”

Silence briefly filled the café.

The saint’s impregnable defense.

I tried to unravel the reasons for her earlier appearance than in the original story, but it seems it wasn’t possible.

“…It seems the atmosphere has become rather unpleasant, excuse me. I shouldn’t have dared to ask about the church’s affairs in the presence of a saint.”

Of course, there were still unresolved questions from her reputation at the dormitory.

‘Let’s bury it for now.’

Further probing could disrupt the real purpose of the negotiations.

For now, knowing she is the saint and confirming that she is somewhat friendly towards the Speda Ducal House was enough.

“Instead, I came to make a proposal that might interest you.”

“What is it?”

“Evidence left by the evil kin who dared to bare their teeth at my master.”

I handed her a letter sealed with a dove-imprinted wax.

The saint hesitated before picking it up.

Rustle, rustle.

As the pages turned, the growing perplexity on the saint’s face was evident, and I smiled broadly.

“Have you checked the content?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let me get straight to the point. How about forming an alliance with us to oppose them?”

She would have to join hands.

Since their goal is the student council president, not only the North but also you, the runner-up, are targets of restraint.

“I’m sorry, but I will decline.”

However, the reply that came out was completely opposite to what I expected, with her eyes trembling anxiously.

“Oh? Why is that? I thought it was a rather favorable proposal for you.”

“Just as before. As a religious person, it’s burdensome to get involved with the imperial court, and similarly, I don’t want to get involved in the nobles’ conflicts.”

Oh.

That’s her stance.

‘We are scared too, but we fear the disputes of other nobles as well?’

I understand.

Caspara is also a major noble.

Rather than overtly causing conflict, she prefers to keep silent and bear the check.

‘But that puts us in a difficult position.’

I probably didn’t pressurize her enough.

Negotiations are like that. You need to secure a favorable position first to achieve more satisfactory results.

“It’s a pity. As a representative of the adventurers, and a saint, I thought you had the right to speak out against the injustices that the common people face.”

“Me, a representative of the adventurers? I’m just a lucky priest, not qualified to represent them.”

“Ha, ha, the humility! I’ve already heard rumors that you had given them blessings that the high priests would give.”

Pale cheeks drained of color.

Cold sweat trickling down her face.

It was the reaction I had expected.

“There was no particular meaning behind it.”

“Of course. I understand that it was done with good intentions. However, if the glorious Saleranto knew about this, there would be no avoiding punishment.”

Yes, that’s true.

The blessings you spread for the reputation are a major source of income for the holy place.

While the nobles receive such blessings only through hefty donations, the Jearne dormitory receives them without any cost.

It was a matter that would upset the nobles, who are the major consumers, and a concern for the pope and the holy site.

“Ah, don’t worry! I have no intention of ruining the respect the saint shows to the Speda family with a mere servant’s hands.”

But what might happen if things go wrong was better left to her imagination.

“I have already settled the accounts, so please finish the remaining refreshments and drinks before you leave.”

Just as I was about to leave the room with a kick,

“Wait a moment!”

I stopped in my tracks at the saint’s urgent voice.

Turning to her, I gave a faint smile.

“So, have you changed your mind?”

Indeed, blackmail is an excellent means of conversation.

Seeing the saint’s pallid face, I nodded in satisfaction.

***

“Lady Luciana, may I come in?”

“Come in.”

Her room, though spartan for a woman’s, was neat without any exaggerated decorations.

In the center, Luciana was tending to her sword under the moonlight that filtered through the parted curtains.

“You could skip a day. You could have left such menial tasks to me.”

“Ha, how could I? If it’s a favorite weapon, one must take care of it themselves.”

True to her warrior nature.

Her dignified beauty, like that of a noble wolf, was something no one could imitate.

Despite having seen her many times, somehow, my heart began to flutter more today.

“So, what brings you here so late at night?”

“I’ve come to report the progress of the grand plan you entrusted to me.”

“Speak from there. I will continue with my maintenance.”

“…Yes. The nobles of the west and north, centered around Lady Elizabeth and Lady Roberk, and the common people, centered around the saint and Oparn, have come under our command.”

It was unclear if she was listening as she focused solely on oiling her sword.

I handed her the report.

“I’ve written information about the joined noble families and outstanding commoners there, please check it when you can.”

“Hmm. You’ve worked hard.”

Having apparently finished with her sword, Luciana sheathed it at her waist and took the paper.

In the process, her warm hand accidentally brushed against mine.

With my heart soaring, I quickly hid my hands behind my back.

“Excuse me.”

“What. We strike and parry fiercely during sparring. And now you make a fuss over a mere touch?”

Was she amused by my flustered reaction?

She gave a faint smile and read through my report carefully.

“You’ve done well. Of course, I knew you wouldn’t fail.”

“Ha ha, that’s an overestimation of trust.”

“Don’t underestimate your achievements. At least among my people, there is no one who can match you in this area. You should be proud.”

She seemed to ponder for a moment, bringing her hand to her chin.

“My father and brother both advised me. To give a suitable reward to subordinates who bring successful results.”

“I do receive my salary regularly.”

“Ho ho, you know that’s not what I mean.”

Luciana quickly closed the distance between us, locking eyes with me.

Why was I so nervous?

I slightly lowered my gaze under her direct stare.

“It turns out we’re alone in this room. It’s the perfect setting to give you the reward I promised earlier.”

“The reward you mentioned before?”

“Yes. I had promised to teach you the aura cultivation method of the Speda Ducal House.”

She stepped back, drawing her sword in the moonlight.

Swoosh.

‘Ah…’

In the moonlight, her silver hair shone like a halo, and the moment seemed like a scene from a myth that even a master artist could not capture.

Amidst the pure white light that wrapped around her sword, Luciana looked at me and raised the corner of her mouth.

“I am quite curious to see what color your aura is.”

“Willingly! I pledge my loyalty and dedicate myself to you!”

I immediately knelt down before her.

…It wasn’t because I was too embarrassed to look directly into Luciana’s blue eyes.

It was just that I knew I would never forget this moment for the rest of my life.

Just a fleeting thought, that’s all.

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Act 80

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I thought to myself, as things have come to this, how about accepting the position of ‘Archbishop’ as a stepping stone to swallow up the ‘Dawn Society’?

Once I become the ‘Archbishop’, I could manipulate the nobles who are members of the Dawn Society as if they were my limbs.

With the backing of Tenellon’s authority, even if they are somewhat reluctant, they will have no choice but to listen to me.

‘Let’s think about this,’ I mused.

My initial idea of transferring to the ‘Northern Front’ could somehow be prevented, and as the head of the nobles in the Dawn Society, I might also be able to curb the influence of the ‘Elders’ Council’ to some extent.

‘This might actually be a good idea…’

…what nonsense.

If I expand my territory this way, I will become the perfect center of the ‘Dawn Society’.

Eventually, if the overly ambitious Dawn Society is disciplined by the imperial court, I won’t be able to escape responsibility as the ‘Archbishop’.

People will surely say as they see me on the scaffold later, “Ha ha, the smiling execution block has ended up on the execution block itself!”

Damn it!

My imagination is being exercised uselessly, causing my head to ache.

Anyway, to prevent myself from being appointed as the ‘Archbishop’, I went to see Tenellon.

If the appointment ceremony proceeds, it would be hard to back out, so it was wise to go quickly.

‘I refuse the appointment as Archbishop. Find someone else.’

I went to Tenellon to express this thought, but his reaction was unexpected.

“I kind of knew it.”

What did he mean by that?

After completing the succession ceremony, Tenellon, who had become the ‘Grand Archbishop’, was wearing a splendid tunic, perhaps to flaunt his authority.

“Julian, you seem reluctant to get deeply involved with the Dawn Society.”

A piercing statement.

He said it himself that I do not prioritize the ‘Dawn Society’.

“Is that so?”

But that’s not important.

Even before joining this place, I had been giving off such a vibe.

‘What’s important to me is power, and my aspiration is the downfall of the Sword Saint.’

Thanks to that, it wasn’t surprising.

The problem is that Tenellon had already anticipated that I would refuse the position of ‘Archbishop’.

“Yes, so I knew you would come like this before officially appointing the Archbishop. But, I can’t understand it.”

Tenellon stroked his chin as he spoke.

“Even if you are not personally interested in the ‘Dawn Society’, I cannot guess why you would refuse power.”

With his mask off, the doubt in his clear eyes was visible.

And soon, the <Color of Denial> began to appear above Tenellon’s head.

“Contrary to your claim of wanting power, you refuse the horn, and you also reject the power of the Dawn Society.”

A deep gray, the ‘color of doubt’.

He was puzzled by my actions.

Sigh, I must not be discovered here…

Unaware of my anxious heart, he continued, “If you joined the Dawn Society without a purpose, I wonder what you are doing with us. I’m curious about that.”

Tenellon’s expression became very serious, and the gray above his head grew denser.

“The only possibility I can think of is… Julian, contrary to what I thought, you might have come to the Dawn Society as a spy for the imperial court.”

The solemn atmosphere and his fierce gaze pierced my skin.

Tenellon’s demeanor, showing not his usual self but the aspect of the ‘Grand Archbishop’, did not seem to be in a good mood.

I knew the reason why.

My always refusing everything and the most significant issue, ‘Gerard’s matter, seems to have upset him.’

The mood, due to his upset feelings, looked like he would take some action if he didn’t hear a satisfactory answer from me.

No matter how much Julian is favored.

Yes, of course, I should be suspicious.

It’s not like I came here without thinking that far.

Disappointed by Gerard’s betrayal, which was not exactly a betrayal, and by the bishops who reported it.

That’s precisely when emotions are sharpest.

“Sir Tenellon, I am very disappointed.”

This is a good time to control him.

“Disappointed?”

He tilted his head, the nuance being, why would that come from my mouth?

“The reason I refused power is the same as the reason I joined the Dawn Society.”

“That reason…”

Tenellon seemed to ponder for a moment, bowing his head.

I shouldn’t give an easy answer here.

“Hmm.”

Soon, as if realizing something, Tenellon let out a short sigh.

“Sword Saint… Is it because he left the capital?”

He took the bait.

I smiled inwardly at his question.

“Yes, now that he has left the capital, what could I possibly do even if I were given the position of Archbishop?”

“So, that’s why you refused the position of Archbishop.”

Tenellon, removing his mask, grinned broadly.

A terrible sight due to the scars.

“Ha ha! So that was the reason!”

Now understanding Julian’s attitude, Tenellon began to laugh heartily.

“To end things with that despicable Sword Saint!”

The apparent reason I’m with the Dawn Society is to bring down the ‘Sword Saint.’

Mentioning that ‘apparent reason’, I refused the position of ‘Archbishop’, so he would understand.

“Sir Tenellon cherishes me, and why wouldn’t I know the hearts of other bishops? However, if I remain in that ‘position’, my freedom of movement will be restricted.”

“That’s right. I think so too.”

The position of Archbishop is important in the Dawn Society, and since we don’t know what might happen, we must not act rashly.

That’s why Tenellon also couldn’t leave the capital.

With his agreeing response, I drove the point home.

“Yes, that’s right. There’s no ‘purpose’ for me in the capital, so I must leave to find my ‘purpose’…”

“Yes, that’s only natural!”

What natural? It’s not like it’s Pokémon.

I wanted to argue with the fussing Tenellon but barely held back.

“When do you plan to leave for the Holy Nation? If you want, you can take some monsignors… no, bishops.”

It was an exceptional offer.

Tenellon, who extremely dislikes deploying bishops besides himself, allowing to take ‘bishops’ is unthinkable.

“Ha ha, I appreciate the consideration, but I have no such plans.”

Of course, I refused his overly generous offer.

It was nothing short of surveillance for me.

I spoke eloquently to convince Tenellon, but I had no intention of heading to the ‘Holy Nation’ immediately.

I just needed a reason to refuse the position of ‘Archbishop.’

“I must have scratched your pride. It seems you don’t need others’ help to achieve great things.”

“No need to mention it. I’m just thankful for Sir Tenellon’s consideration.”

Just like this, I’ll need to act in Julian’s typical way a few more times and then refuse the position of Archbishop.

I briefly laughed.

It couldn’t have been better since Tenellon reacted just as I thought.

“Still, I want to help somehow.”

Enough already! This persistent fellow.

I was utterly astonished by Tenellon’s sudden remark.

Hearing his triumphant voice somehow made me feel uneasy, but I restrained myself from showing it.

“It’s okay. I don’t need help.”

“No, allow me to help you anyway.”

I don’t need it! Why are you clinging so much?

Unaware of my feelings, Tenellon pondered for a moment and then seemed to have an idea, his eyes sparkling.

“Then I will make sure you can head to the Holy Nation of Fernand without any doubts.”

What? Why……. why would you go that far!

I internally questioned Tenellon’s words, but,

“Ha ha, there’s no need for that…”

“Don’t refuse.”

Abruptly.

Tenellon, who had risen from his seat, took my hand.

The rough touch of his hand transmitted a slight shiver through me.

At the same time, a slight ‘magic power’ flowed from his body.

“Killing the Sword Saint is not only your personal desire, Julian, but also mine. So, do not refuse.”

No, I’m not ready for that yet!?

“Actually, this time as Archbishop, I was thinking of appointing you, Julian, to observe you.”

All doubts dispelled, Tenellon’s speech began to speed up as he seemed pleased.

“To see if you are suitable as the ‘successor.'”

What nonsense is this.

I came here to refuse the position of Archbishop and now I’m hearing that he thinks of me as a successor.

“Sir Tenellon, I’m sorry, but I have no intention of following someone else.”

“Yes, I thought you would say that. That’s why you are suitable to be my successor.”

The phrase ‘you must be crazy’ nearly slipped out up to my chin.

“A person who does not covet power is indeed the one who can hold this position.”

“Do you not trust the other bishops?”

I deliberately added a bit of scornful laughter as I continued, and Tenellon’s gaze turned towards me.

“Of course, I trust my bishops. But I trust you more than them.”

A faint, mocking smile appeared on Tenellon’s face.

“I understand.”

I nodded, accepting his proposal.

I thought it was not good to refuse Tenellon’s offer here.

Though he spoke with a smile,

‘It has not disappeared.’

The grey haze that symbolizes ‘doubt’ still lingered above Tenellon’s head.

‘Then, I should play along.’

Thinking that he was suspicious of me, my heart which seemed ready to burst from tension, actually began to calm down.

“This time, I will accept Sir Tenellon’s request.”

I can use him just as well.

***

Currently, the relationship between the Holy Nation of Fernand and the Adratan Empire is not something you could even jokingly call ‘good.’

Although the long-standing war has ended in a form of ‘ceasefire’, the residual bitterness between them has not yet been resolved.

In such a situation, if Julian, of the ‘closed eyes,’ heads to the Holy Nation, it would certainly create a headache in many ways.

But Tenellon will handle it,’ I thought, since he spoke with such confidence.

‘However… now he’s suspicious.’

More importantly, there was the <Color of Denial> above Tenellon’s head. His attitude of deceiving me with sweet words while pretending to smile was unprecedented.

‘It seems the time has come.’

The time to seriously overthrow the Dawn Society.

With that thought, I casually touched the sheath of the crescent moon sword at my waist.

As if that was a signal, dark figures suddenly sprang out from both in front and behind on the path I was walking.

“You dare show yourself without fear.”

The strangers who had been tailing me since I left the Genmel Monastery. I had long known that these guys were associated with ‘Gerard.’

Just a while ago, a member of the order whose arm had been broken by me was among them.

“Now you step forward for garbage who is no longer part of the Dawn Society, your loyalty is impressive.”

“It’s not just for Sir Gerard.”

Click!

The order members blocking the front and back simultaneously drew their weapons.

Despite the dark night, their weapons gleamed menacingly.

“Your existence threatens the foundation of our Dawn Society.”

“It’s just two bishops who lost their positions.”

Aiden and Gerard.

In Aiden’s case, he hadn’t lost the position of ‘bishop,’ but it was clear he had lost his voice within the Dawn Society.

Not to mention Gerard.

“These people, unlike you, have strong influence both inside and outside the Dawn Society. We cannot stand by and watch someone with a heart of a beast like you tarnish our Dawn Society any further.”

Wow! It’s amazing that there are people trying to preserve the insides of the Dawn Society, which are already so foul it makes me nauseous…

I could only applaud their firm beliefs.

‘Words won’t get through to them.’

Thinking this, I was about to draw the crescent moon sword from its sheath when suddenly.

Wham!

“Ah, aaaaah!”

Suddenly, I felt the flow of mana in the air, and at the same time, the order members blocking the way fell like leaves in the wind.

Someone was trying to use magic; I had already sensed it.

That’s why I was about to draw the crescent moon sword to block it.

…Wasn’t I the target?

In the moment of my confusion, a person descended from where I felt the flow of mana.

It was a familiar face.

So familiar that… I was at a loss for words.

“Sir Pintel…! Why are you stopping us!?”

“Shut up!!”

Pintel’s rebuke poured out toward the order member who opened his mouth in a servile tone.

It was the most furious look I had ever seen from him, and I felt bewildered.

‘You… why like this?’

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Strike 133

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The Red Bandana Guild ranks within the top 200 guilds in Korea.

The guild master, Hel, is a level 335 archer and ranks third among archers in Korea.

Furthermore, the Red Bandana Guild is generally known as a guild that people avoid conflicts with.

This is because the guild itself is formed as a murder guild, known for its bad manners.

The high-rankers avoid conflicts with them not out of fear.

Is it because they are afraid of dung? No, it’s because it’s dirty.

Anyway, each member of the Red Bandana Guild is also strong.

The condition for joining the guild is that one must be a high-level user above level 300.

There are as many as 40 such members.

And the more a user enjoys being ill-mannered, the more welcome they are.

Thus was formed the Red Bandana Guild.

Not long ago, when Kun, the leader of the Black Dragon squad, came with a huge sum of money, Hel welcomed him.

“A massacre? Don’t worry, it’s our specialty.”

Hel and the guild members have participated in countless massacres and receive requests quite frequently.

Why do people seek them out?

Because they can kill a large number of people quickly and efficiently.

Unlike the knight or assassin classes, which need to be close to their enemies, they could kill people with a single arrow.

Why does a single arrow kill?

It’s simple.

The usual targets of the massacres are ordinary civilians.

“Guilt? What guilt is there in killing NPCs?”

Hel enjoyed this kind of hunting.

The thrilling pleasure of killing a person with just one arrow!

And today was no different.

When the guild members joined forces to shoot arrows and wipe out 100 people at once.

Something strange happened.

Whooooosh—

All of their hundreds of arrows suddenly turned to ash and scattered.

Then, the client Kun was suddenly blown backwards.

Hel couldn’t tell who had caused this bizarre incident.

“Who the heck is it?”

An unofficial ranker?

Even possibly someone holding a legendary artifact above legends.

Yet, he could only scoff.

Just one guy, what could he possibly do?

At that moment.

Zzzzing—

With a harsh whizzing sound, an arrow struck the heart of a guild member right beside him.

Boom—

The arrow, much shorter than a regular arrow, pierced through the guild member’s armor and blew him away for about 10 meters.

“Phils, are you oka—”

Phils, an archer of level 301.

Hel, looking back at him, was utterly dumbfounded.

“Uh, aah, what, what the!”

He struggled as he was engulfed in flames stuck to his body and turned to ash.

“Just one shot?”

Hel was completely taken aback.

In Ares, there are three professions known for having the lowest HP.

Firstly, magicians had the lowest, followed by assassins, and then archers.

Archers mostly invest their stats in agility.

This is to increase their accuracy and destructive power.

“Even so, just from a single arrow?”

At that moment.

Szzzzik—

Boom—

Crack—

Hel saw his guild members being blown away by arrows coming at two-second intervals.

“Ah, aaaaah!”

“What the!”

“Khuuk!”

“Gah!”

At first, he thought the enemy was shooting fire arrows. But that wasn’t the case.

The moment a normal arrow struck, it ignited into flames.

“It doesn’t make sense… How is this possible…”

And then, at that moment.

Zzzzing—

Hel felt an arrow pierce through his chest.

“Ah, aaaah!”

Hel, the third-ranked archer.

He flew about 7 meters and felt the hot flames clinging to his body.

[Flames that do not extinguish easily ignite.]

[You have allowed a critical attack.]

[HP drops below 22%.]

Hel, hurriedly extinguishing the flames on his body, wore a look of disbelief.

More unidentified arrows continued to fly in.

Crash—

With the power to even break rocks.

“Is this, is this a normal attack?”

He realized it after being hit directly.

He thought it was the manifestation of a skill, but it was literally a normal attack.

“The guild members logged out with just one hit?”

The attack power of Jumong’s horn bow is in the 600s.

And the attack power of bows held by ordinary users ranges from 350 to 400.

Moreover, Jumong’s horn bow significantly increases the critical hit rate as the accuracy increases.

With the destructive power of orchalcum arrows and the synergy with the horn bow, their power had increased even further.

What made even less sense was.

Crash—

An arrow hit another guild member beside him.

“500m?”

A range that defies common sense.

The guild members fired arrows at the enemy.

The arrows flew but lost power and fell to the ground.

Thus, the range of this bow was about twice that.

[You have been attacked by Ian.]

[Since Ian is a KAO user, he will not become a KAO state.]

Hel was even more shocked to learn that the falling ranker was Ian.

Hel was one of the users who anonymously mocked Ian, who posts daily in the Blacksmith’s Forge.

“It doesn’t make sense…”

And then Hel devised a clever plan.

“Everyone hide behind the rocks and run towards the prisoners!”

If he was far away, they just needed to bring him within their range.

As all the guild members ran towards the prisoners, the incoming arrows stopped.

He was closing the distance with them.

300m.

250m.

200m.

Soon when he arrived, Hel shivered.

“Finally within range…!”

Seeing Ian come much closer, Hel scoffed at him.

“You’re done for…”

But then, Hel’s eyes widened.

Around Ian, who had prepared another arrow, a giant flame surged upward.

Whooooosh—

The flame, rising up to 5 meters, was sucked into his arrow.

Ssssss—

The moment he released the bowstring, Hel’s eyes bulged.

A concentrated form containing a massive, seething fire demon.

[Flame-guided shot]

The arrow pierced through one guild member who was at the forefront.

Whoooosh!

The guild member’s skin instantly ignited, turned into a skeletal form, and even that form turned to bone dust and scattered.

But the arrow did not stop there.

Second person.

Third person.

Fifth person.

“What is this arrow?!”

Szzzzik!

Sixth person.

Boom.

Eighth person.

“Khaaaaak!”

Ninth person.

Boom!

“Ah, aaaaaah!”

After burning ten people, it finally fell to the ground.

“An arrow that precisely hits ten people?”

Only then did Hel realize something.

Ian, once fallen.

He would be officially recorded as the greatest archer in Korea.

“No, perhaps…?”

Hel, forced to log out by the arrow piercing his heart, thought.

“Maybe the greatest in the world?”

***

It was always the same.

Hyun-soo faced moments of inevitable crisis without backing down, burning with the will to win.

[A story for you begins.]

Startled by the notification, Hyun-soo had heard it numerous times before.

A new story begins.

But this was different.

[You have overcome new stories that put you through great crises in your own way.]

[These stories have connected, and today you create your own new story.]

Ding!

[Your own story will give you much greater rewards than any new story.]

Hyun-soo realized.

The many hardships and difficulties he had overcome.

The privileges granted by the system due to them.

Rewards that are much more exceptional and great than those of any new story.

Ding!

[Your own quest: Defeat Black Dragon squad Leader Kun]

Rank: SS

Limitation: Initiator of your own story

Reward: Astounding increase in negotiation skills

Penalty if failed: Death of all prisoners.

Description: A story has emerged tailored just for you, with maximized rewards. Defeat Black Dragon squad Leader Kun.

Every new story made Hyun-soo’s heart race.

The tension and fear, followed by anticipation and the joy of potential rewards.

“This story is prepared just for me.”

The listed reward, an astounding increase in negotiation skills.

He was also excited about how much that might be.

He chewed and swallowed the grapes he had put in his mouth.

[Experience gain rate and artifact drop rate increase by 50%.]

[All stats are maximized.]

[All stats increase by 26%.]

A powerful strength surged through Hyun-soo’s body.

[Please select a skill that can be activated twice in a row.]

Hyun-soo already knew it wasn’t an easy opponent.

The wall of an 80 level difference.

“My remaining HP is merely 12%.”

The enemy’s HP is 89%.

And then.

[Assassin’s Space]

[A radius of 100 meters becomes his space.]

[Within that space, the assassin’s movement and attack speed double.]

Kun, aware of the danger, released his peak ability.

Crack—

The moment he stepped on the ground, he vanished from sight.

Left.

Right.

Above.

Appearing from all directions at an untraceable speed, Kun plunged a dagger into his heart.

Boom—

However, Hyun-soo did not falter. He gripped his right hand with both hands.

At that moment.

[You are holding Asunium.]

[HP has dropped below 10%.]

[HP will be restored to 15%.]

Hyun-soo’s eyes flashed open.

It was true that it had been an attack that couldn’t be blocked.

That’s why he chose it.

In that split second, Hyun-soo planned his moves in his mind.

Just these two times.

‘I have to kill the assassin with 90% HP in these two moves.’

So he meticulously visualized it in his mind.

[Ghost Step selected.]

A total of 16 stable uses.

“Ghost Step.”

His form vanished.

Ghost Step triggered only towards a single target.

Crack—

Whizz

Thump, thump

Flick!

Solid

Crack—

Boom—!

Roar—!

“Kheuk!”

Hyun-soo’s eight afterimages were engraved towards Kun.

And the final attack was an upward strike.

Kun was sent flying upward.

[Kun’s HP is below 50%.]

Kun was the leader of the Black Dragon squad.

He was someone who had once witnessed Ben’s Ghost Step in action, knowing it could go up to 24 times at full power.

But this one was only 8 times per activation.

And that too only within an extended duration of 0.4 seconds.

Kun was certain.

The moment this Ghost Step ended, the last dagger he had plunged would turn him to ashes.

“Ghost Step.”

Hyun-soo activated it once again.

Crack—

Thud

Crack

Thump—

Clang

Creak

Meanwhile, Kun had transcended his usual self by dominating this space.

Ting—!

Deflecting the sixth sword.

Boom—

Blocking an incoming fist with both arms.

Swoosh

Dodging a swinging sword from the side.

The cunning of the leader of an assassin group transcended common sense.

“You’ve lost.”

[Kun’s HP is below 18%.]

Kun still looked at his robust self and was sure of victory.

At that instant, Hyun-soo calmed down.

In the past, Hyun-soo had achieved 9 movements in one second at a banquet hall.

He tried to recall that sensation.

‘This is how I did it.’

There was still an unspent 0.4 seconds.

Hyun-soo continued to move without stopping.

Ninth time.

Slash—

Kun was bewildered as his flank was sliced.

“What, what!?”

Then the 10th, 11th times. His sword struck down from all directions.

It wasn’t just Kun being attacked.

Slash—

Crack—

Hyun-soo, dispersing into afterimages, inflicted damage on him.

Hyun-soo’s afterimages kept moving.

12th time.

Crack—

13th time.

Boom—

Kun, kicked off his feet, couldn’t believe it.

Crash—!

14th and 15th times.

“It can’t be…”

Just a blacksmith, Hyun-soo had activated Ghost Step 15 times.

But Kun finally realized that he had narrowly won.

He still had 5% of his HP left.

Conversely, it seemed that just one slash of his dagger could kill the blacksmith named Hyun.

Then, suddenly.

Ssssshr—

Kun noticed the sword in his hand.

“Frost Flower.”

A sword that could freeze the surrounding air. At that moment, Kun realized.

“He made me panic with the first Ghost Step…”

By activating the second Ghost Step, Hyun used the power that had just come off cooldown.

Kun hadn’t noticed it while focusing on Ghost Step.

His arm, stretched out to pierce Hyun’s chest, wouldn’t respond.

The cold emanating from the sword had frozen Kun’s already exhausted arm.

Clang—

As his arm froze, Kun dropped the dagger.

Soon, the entire body of the Black Dragon squad leader Kun was frozen.

Together with the falling Hyun-soo, he soon heard a harsh sound.

Crash—!

It was the sound of Kun breaking apart.

Hyun-soo, who had barely won, was curious.

Currently, he was benefiting from double negotiation skills and receiving 1.5 times the experience.

Additionally, by defeating Black Dragon squad Leader Kun in “A Story for You”, he was supposed to gain astounding negotiation skills.

“Really, how far will I climb today?”

Negotiation skills.

This was what would determine his title and prove the results of his efforts so far.

Boom—

Belatedly, a barrage of notifications hit Hyun-soo.

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Crash.

Arid, who had been knocked back by Eugene’s punch, was left with a dazed expression.

‘Did I just get punched and knocked down…??’

Drip.

“You crazy bastard!”

Seeing the blood dripping from his nose, Arid cursed and sprang to his feet.

“Should I have held back?”

Eugene clicked his tongue as he watched Arid quickly get up.

He had held back his strength to avoid breaking Arid’s nose, but it seemed that Arid hadn’t learned his lesson.

“I didn’t originally intend to step in like this… but it looks like I need to break your spirit.”

“What are you babbling about, you bastard?”

Whoosh!

Arid quickly moved and threw a punch at Eugene.

“I got caught off guard. That little mage…!”

Arid clenched his teeth as he threw his punch.

It was ridiculous to be hit by a mage’s fist rather than magic, but as long as he stayed alert, he could beat that mage to death with his bare hands.

“Are you sure about that?”

Thump.

“What… what?!”

Eugene easily blocked Arid’s punch, causing Arid’s eyes to widen in shock.

His punch was strong enough to leave marks on a log.

Even in his family, he was strong enough to beat adults in a fight, but now a mage had effortlessly stopped his punch?

“You damn…!”

Whoosh!

Frustrated that his punch had been blocked, Arid quickly threw another punch.

One.

Whirl.

Boom!

Eugene dodged Arid’s incoming punch, grabbed Arid’s wrist, and slammed him to the ground.

“Ugh!”

Arid’s head spun from the pain radiating from his back as he hit the ground.

What Eugene had just done seemed simple but was actually a part of the Ehwajungmok (Flower and Tree technique), a move that redirected the opponent’s strength back at them.

To an onlooker, it might have seemed like a simple throw, but the counterattack, infused with internal energy, caused Arid more pain than a regular throw would.

Wham!

“Ugh… move… move your foot!”

When Eugene placed his foot on Arid’s chest, Arid tried to push it off with both hands.

Press.

“Aaagh!”

Arid screamed in agony as he felt the pressure on his chest.

‘If I stomp on him with Jingeak (Trembling Foot), he’ll burst and die.’

But.

There was no need to kill someone on the first day of the academy.

Slide

“Cough, cough.”

As Eugene removed his foot from Arid’s chest, Arid coughed repeatedly.

“You…!”

Tears welling up, Arid glared at Eugene.

“Hmm… I guess just letting it end here is not enough, considering your reckless words.”

Slide.

“What… what are you going to do…?”

Eugene sat down and forcefully grabbed Arid’s cheek, prying his mouth open.

Thump.

“From now on, watch your mouth.”

Sizzle.

“AAAAAGH!!”

As Eugene held Arid’s tongue and applied Sorohwagong (Small Fire Technique) with his thumb and forefinger, Arid screamed in agony.

To be precise, the fire technique was only applied to his thumb and forefinger, burning Arid’s tongue.

Sizzle.

After burning Arid’s tongue moderately, Eugene stood up. Ken Pelven stared at Eugene with a blank expression.

What on earth had he just witnessed?

He was shocked when Eugene first punched Arid in the face.

Then, when Eugene slammed Arid to the ground, he was stunned.

And finally, when Eugene burned Arid’s tongue with his fingers, he thought he must be dreaming.

“Hey, Ken.”

“Y-yes?”

“Why are you using honorifics with a fellow student?”

“Oh… um… it’s just…”

“Keep quiet about everything you saw here, alright?”

“Yes sir…….”

“Didn’t I tell you to speak informally?”

“…….

“Alright.”

Eugene smiled with satisfaction at Ken’s response and returned to his place.

***

Bang!

“Lord Arid. We’ve brought good blankets and pillows……. What’s the matter?”

Rudy, Arid’s subordinate who had gone to the auditorium to collect supplies, tilted his head when he saw Arid in a daze on the bed.

Having diligently carried out the order to collect blankets, pillows, and other supplies, Rudy had expected to be praised. But upon returning to the dormitory, he found Arid in a stupor.

“Lord Arid.”

“Huh……. what?”

“The blankets and pillows…….”

“Take the best ones to Lord Eugene!”

“What? That trash discarded by the family…….?”

Slap!

Rudy was stunned as he was suddenly slapped by Arid.

“How dare you speak like that about anyone!!”

“But…… in the auditorium, didn’t you say…… Eugene Bedia was discarded by the family and that we could insult and mistreat him as much as we wanted…….”

Rudy’s expression turned sorrowful as he rubbed his cheek, hurt by the slap.

Swish.

Eugene, who had been quietly reading a book in the corner, looked up at Arid without a word upon hearing Rudy’s comment, causing Arid to tremble.

Clench!

“When……. when did I ever say such a thing……. ha ha…….”

Arid quickly covered Rudy’s mouth, forcing an awkward laugh.

That night.

After everyone had fallen asleep, Eugene sat cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed.

Sssss.

‘The magic energy inside this academy is richer than anywhere else.’

While meditating, Eugene noticed that the academy’s magic energy was more abundant compared to other regions.

‘Why?’

Why was the magic energy in the academy area more abundant than elsewhere?

Swish.

“Phew.”

After building up his internal energy for a while, Eugene slowly opened his eyes.

“Why? Something not working out?”

Taeje, grooming his paw, spoke to Eugene as he noticed him opening his eyes.

Usually, Eugene would meditate straight through until morning, so it was curious that he had opened his eyes so suddenly.

“It’s just that this place has more magic energy than others.”

“Well…… there were places like that in Murim too. It’s nothing new.”

“That’s true.”

“By the way, how badly did you burn that guy’s tongue?”

Taeje nodded toward Arid, who was curled up and sleeping.

From the way he spoke earlier, it didn’t seem like the burn was too severe.

“I burned it just enough to hurt every time he eats.”

That way, the pain would resurface whenever he ate or spoke.

“Looks like I ended up getting involved in a hierarchy fight right away.”

Eugene let out a dry laugh.

Whether it was the martial arts schools in Murim or this academy, any place where children came to learn would always have hierarchy battles and power struggles.

Eugene had anticipated that he would have to engage in hierarchy fights at the academy.

However, he hadn’t intended to get involved in such power struggles or hierarchy battles from the first day of enrollment.

“Then why did you react to that guy?”

“If I let him act so arrogantly, things will only get more tiresome later.”

As mentioned earlier, the first test is a party test.

If someone like him were in the same group, it would surely disrupt the atmosphere and potentially cause them to fail the test.

Thus, the first night at the academy passed.

The next morning, Eugene, along with the students of Dormitory 5, headed back to the auditorium.

“Hey~ Sabe family.”

As Arid entered the auditorium, staring at the ground, someone greeted him warmly from a distance.

“Did you properly take care of that guy in the dormitory?”

It was Antonio Bedia.

As expected, it was Antonio who had spread the nonsense about Arid being abandoned.

“You bastard…….”

Grind.

Arid ground his teeth in anger as he looked at Antonio.

What on earth was he thinking, telling him to deal with such a monstrous guy?

“After making me suffer, you think I’ll just let it……”

Arid ground his teeth and started to say something to Antonio, but then he stopped.

‘If this guy and Eugene teamed up to bury me…?’

Chill.

He shouldn’t oppose Antonio either.

“Hmph.”

As Arid snorted at Antonio and turned away, Antonio tilted his head in confusion.

‘What’s this? Why is he acting like this?’

Antonio frowned at Arid’s incomprehensible behavior.

Arid was a top-tier knight and shared a dormitory with Eugene, who was unbearable to even look at. Antonio had gone to great lengths to request this, but why was Arid reacting this way?

“Everyone, quiet down.”

The auditorium fell silent as the Education Director, Deiker Kodellou, spoke in a low voice from the podium.

“Did you all have a good first night at the academy?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s get straight to the point.”

Swish.

Deiker nodded at the students’ responses and then explained the reason for gathering them in the auditorium.

“In a month, you will face your first test.”

It was a group test.

The test involved a joint monster subjugation.

In other words, knights and mages would team up to hunt monsters.

“Of course, the monsters’ tiers will be adjusted to match your levels.”

In Seifran, monsters were classified into tiers based on their strength.

Monsters like mimics and slimes, which could be easily subdued by a somewhat trained body, were 1st tier.

Goblins and skeletons, which required systematic training to defeat, were 2nd tier.

Orcs and ghouls, which could be subdued only by an attack strong enough to cut down or destroy a tree in one blow, were 3rd tier.

“Through this test, we will evaluate your ability to work well with others and quickly coordinate when taking on missions after you graduate from the academy.”

Deiker’s voice echoed through the auditorium.

“Starting today, you will receive training according to your respective professions. And the group with the best test results will be…”

Swish.

Thud!

Deiker took a small bottle from his robe and placed it on the podium.

“…rewarded with this potion. For your information, this potion is made from a unicorn horn.”

Murmur.

At Deiker’s words, the students widened their eyes and began talking amongst themselves, forgetting to keep quiet.

No wonder. The potion made from a unicorn horn that Deiker had presented could instantly raise one’s level by half a step.

In other words, a 1-star, 1st-grade knight who drank this potion could jump to 1-star, 3rd or 4th grade in an instant.

The same applied to mages.

Moreover, if one could fully absorb the potion’s energy, it could even raise their level by a whole step instead of just half.

‘Oh…’

Like the other students, Eugene showed interest in the potion that Deiker had presented.

Eugene had been looking for an elixir, and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

“In the morning, you will receive training according to your profession, and in the afternoon, you will have joint training.”

Swish.

As Deiker finished speaking, a student in the middle raised his hand.

“What is it?”

“For the group test, who will lead the groups?”

“Good question. I was just about to address that.”

Deiker smiled and looked quietly at the students.

It seemed as if he was about to say something, but why was he just looking at the students’ faces in silence?

“There will be no expulsion today, even if there is chaos in the dormitory. That’s all. Instructors, please lead the students to their designated locations.”

Hearing Deiker’s final words, the students started glancing around nervously.

No expulsion even if there is chaos in the dormitory today?

In other words.

‘He’s implying that whoever wins in a fight will be the group leader.’

As Eugene let out a dry laugh, an awkward atmosphere began to spread among the students.

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