Chapter 155 - [? Round] Lucky Day
The sa went for online gas. If you use an illegal program, the ga operator threatened the users with a notice that they would shut down their account. Again, it may seem like a legitimate request from the seller, but it wasn’t.
The operator should have taken asures so that the illegally designated program couldn’t affect the ga. They couldn’t do that, so they would threaten you to stay in the lane…
There was a reason for making the Black Box illegal. The Fantasy God who built this education system couldn’t catch the Black Box, and it was a cheat on a very deep level, too. To the point of being mistaken for Pedonar just because my job was changed to Demon King.
I hastily disabled the Black Box, but the arrow pointing above didn’t go away.
“…I can’t help it.”
Do I have to die to finish the event? I’m strong even if I deactivate the Black Box. Spirit, which recently entered the Transcendental Realm, wasn’t displayed in my stats, but it had been integrated with my race Natural Spirit.
Here’s the fun fact. This skill was no longer capable of breaking the limit, but every ti the spirits molested my body, I gained proficiency. How about the other skills? Earth, fire, wind, water, mind, light (divine), darkness. The experience of Supersized Kang Han-soo, the sand puppet made by combining the seven energies, was completely imrsed in my soul. It determined my identity.
I’m a human. A higher creature with various possibilities.
“But it’s not Pedonar?”
“Ugh! That guy is the only S-Class…”
“But the arrow is pointing at him.”
“As expected! The S-Class was a fake designed for an event!”
Who said that? Blinded by envy and jealousy, the heroes began to rationalize their actions with their imagination. An S-Class that no one had reached so far. They said that the setting was to naturally place the Demon King Pedonar, the protagonist of this event, near the dormitory.
I was so dumbfounded that all I could do was laugh. Demon Lord Pedonar and I were different in everything from appearance to the atmosphere. Of course, now that the Black Box had been deactivated, the race and job also…but they still insisted on us being the sa person.
This was because they liked the idea that S-Class didn’t exist rather than suspecting a system error. A tragedy brought on by jealousy.
“…Diversity isn’t always positive.”
The average was a thod in which plus ( ) and minus (-) coexisted. The criteria for the Fantasy God’s selection of heroes were those social misfits who hadn’t adapted to the beautiful green planet Earth. As a result, they were easier to use.
Except for , who was kidnapped into the Fantasy World due to a system error, it was safe to say that all of them were below-average minuses. Of course, that’s probably why they made that decision.
Kuuuuugh-
The spirits, who were enjoying their happiness by fiddling with my body like a drug addict, expressed their displeasure from being disturbed.
“Co to your senses! It’s ! A friend of nature-kugh?!”
“Everyone, watch out! The spirits are going berserk!”
“Why are you attacking ! Our friendship is-kyah?!”
“Is my spirit affinity going down?!”
The fools who misunderstood a good hero as the Demon King scread and scattered all over the place. In particular, the sorcerers and wizards based on the five elents were nothing but scarecrows now without their spirits. The five elents of the spirits themselves wouldn’t harm . But, conversely, they excluded those causing a disturbance around them while protecting .
The implications of this were massive. It ant that if the First Spirit wanted to, in an instant, wizards and sorcerers beco useless, just like ordinary people. That was on display right now. Twenty percent of the graduates were incapacitated because they attacked , the one sexually harassed and loved by spirits.
What about the rest?
Slash-!
They rcilessly cut down the spirits that were blocking the way, charging in a straight line. I don’t know who led the trend, but the weapons handled by the legendary heroes were ordinary swords. Without rushing, I chanted my spell calmly.
“O, last sword born from the Star of Oblivion destroyed by chaos. Dreams and hopes that will cut through empty love and friendship. So praises the heir who rembers his holy and sacred na, proving the legend according to the oath from the beginning. Holy Sword Nucleon.”
My main focus was closer to their hand than the sword from the 1st playthrough because I was taught wrongly by Alex, the violent teacher. Hence, these hands, sitting at my desk all day, playing computer gas all night- cough! It was born by combining my dical knowledge and the teachings of Alex, who often hurt my back and neck while studying.
However, there was nothing more certain than this to prove that I was a hero and not the Demon King. The Holy Sword. A hero without a Holy Sword was no hero. To borrow Saint A’s choice phrase, the weak do not deserve to be called heroes.
Pop-!
I held the summoned Holy Sword. It was a Holy Sword no matter who looked at it, so it was solid proof that I was a hero, different from the graduates who held ordinary swords.
“Why does the Demon King use the Holy Sword-?!”
“That’s a fake! How co the Demon King holds a Holy Sword? That’s weird!”
“Right! That’s fake! Don’t be fooled.”
However, in a world where incitent and deceit were rampant, the truth was ignored. As a result, the delicate heart of a good-natured hero was wounded…
Pat, pat.
“…You damn Mind Spirit. Would you please stop pretending to comfort by tapping on my sensitive parts? Don’t pretend you don’t know. I keep thinking of a bitch who pretends to be cute just by breathing!”
While I looked down at the Mind Spirit wriggling in my pants and scolding her, the graduates were closing the short distance.
It was taking too long. I thought I was going to fall asleep while waiting.
Slaash-
Slash-
I cut them down neatly with the Holy Sword Nucleon, precisely between the 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae. I wonder if there were three of them? I changed the cut area between the 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae because the headless corpses seed too unsightly.
“Oh! Now I can tell who is who!”
The upper bodies had expressions saying, “Nonsense!” Then, their internal organs began to leak out.
And another fun fact.
“The experience point is strange…?”
I boast a 100% experience point absorption rate. The souls of the natives to Fantasy, divided like slices of pizza, were useless no matter how much I collected them. But these graduates were different. Each was akin to being a whole pizza! And yet, the soul wasn’t collected.
“Sa-save ?!”
“Sorry! It’s my mistake! Forgive - Kugh?!”
“I don’t want to die! I can’t fall to C-Class…gulp.”
“Don’t co here! Go away! Yikes!
Realizing that they were no match to , I experinted a bit more while kindly following the graduates who ran away. Where did their souls go, which should be absorbed together as part of the experience?
“Hmm, is it strange?”
There was no sign of a soul escaping. But I couldn’t keep their souls in my heart. I could tell just by looking at Ugly B’s resurrection to level 999. I’ve seen this happen before.
Lanuvel.
What do the two have in common? So I decided to cut down so more for research. Just one or two more…
*
“Graduate Student Kang Han-soo. I have good news and bad news. What do you want to hear first?”
In the end, I returned to the dormitory without finding anything out, and I enjoyed a cup of tea brewed by Elise, the Grade S maid. A cup of black tea after a hot bath. I felt like my heart was filled with romance.
“The bad news first.”
When I was young, I was afraid of my mother’s tennis racket, so I couldn’t even dream of being a picky eater. So, the alternative that ca out was the habit of eating the things I didn’t like first. This was reflected in my life as a whole. Although I felt relaxed after decades of freewheeling in the barbaric Fantasy World, I don’t hesitate to choose the bad first when I have to choose like this.
“You cannot leave the dormitory until the system is stabilized.”
“How long will it take?”
“It is uncertain. However, the event to subdue Demon Lord Pedonar has a ti limit of five days, so it’ll be lifted in five days at the latest.”
Even now, an arrow was pointing at my head. But this was the 4th floor of the dormitory. Heroes below S-Class weren’t allowed to enter. So even if there was a Demon King to knock down, it was still the sa. This was proof that the dormitory rules were more important than suppressing the Demon King.
Events were supposed to be for entertainnt, after all. It wouldn’t have been possible if the Demon King had truly invaded. This confinent wasn’t for , though. It was a temporary asure designed so I wouldn’t trample on the dreams and hopes of graduates who attacked like moths to a fla.
For , who was acting in self-defense, it was truly unfair!
“Five days, huh…”
I’m glad it wasn’t too long, though. There were about twenty months left until the end of the festival. Forgetting five of those days didn’t even stand out too much. I would be able to take fifth place with ease.
?Score: 11360
?Ranking: 84
Very smoothly. Although it was obvious self-defense, there was considerable damage to the dormitory facilities and cities as the spirits ran riot. So my score went down. Nevertheless, it was a satisfactory result for , who shouldn’t score high enough to win in the first place.
“It’s a good thing this ti.”
“Tell .”
“It seems that you already know about it, so I will make sure to tell you without hiding it. This bug occurred when the education system mistook Graduate Student Kang Han-soo for the Demon King. As a result, the festival’s 1st-anniversary event is automatically triggered when the Demon King arrives near the dormitory.”
“You know very well, don’t you?
“Because I am a Grade S maid.”
Well, okay. Let’s just leave it for now!
“So, what’s the good thing?”
“It is a reward. It can be considered a bribe. No matter how buggy it was, we didn’t expect the graduates to be slaughtered in such a massacre. Currently, there are less than 10 A-Class participants left in the festival. The B-Class dormitory is so crowded that the A-Class dormitory is converted to a B-Class double room. Not to ntion the C-Class.”
“And you’re asking to stay calm until it’s settled.”
“Exactly.”
“Now enough with the chit-chat, tell what you are going to give as a reward.”
If it’s good, I’m willing to compromise.
“The MAX-Class accommodation on the 5th floor will be temporarily opened so that Graduate Student Kang Han-soo can live comfortably for those five days. At least you won’t feel frustrated because you can use the fifth floor of the dormitory by yourself.”
“All of the fifth floor? Isn’t that too aweso?”
It is likely to be larger than any emperor’s room.
“You’ll see it for yourself later, but I’ll explain it briefly. It consists of a swimming pool and fish tank where rmaids live, a hanging garden and stable managed by elves, a blacksmith and library assisted by dwarves, a bath and sauna where spirits play, a restaurant and massage room where angels work, and a training room and laboratory to fight demons.”
“What about you?”
“I’m in charge there.”
“Indeed…it’s more spacious and structured than the one here.”
“If you try it, five days will feel short.”
“I look forward to it.”
I wondered if it would satisfy like when I had been well off as the emperor of the Northern Continent.
“Ah! And this.”
“A ring?”
No, a very thin, transparent film was placed in the center of the ring. If my modern knowledge wasn’t wrong, this was…
“It’s the Ring of Fortune. According to the person who gave this, there will never be a situation that leads to an irresponsible situation if you wear it.”
“…I see.”
Health Teacher. What the hell is she…
“Graduate Student Kang Han-soo. It is still too early to be satisfied. There is another reward.”
“Again? What is it?”
“Please check your score.”
“…Score?”
Suddenly, anxiety overtook , and I quickly looked at my score.
? Score: 111360
? Rank: 1
Both the score and the ranking had changed digits. I was so happy that my whole body was about to fly away. Good accommodation, good ring, good scores.
Today was my lucky day.
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