[Translator – Peptobismol]
Chapter 1 – The Wrong Genre (1)
There are three things that every South Korean man knows well. One is the military. Another is gaming. And, of course, webnovels.
In that sense, Lee Min-ho… no, Deus decided to accept reality.
Ti passed, and nothing changed. This world was not where he used to live.
It felt like he had transmigrated into a novel he read yesterday. He was sure of it.
So why exactly did he transmigrate? What was the reason?
『Author, not letting it breath is a bit inconvenient.』
Deus wrapped his face in his hands. Clearly, that comnt was the culprit.
It was unfair. He was just trying to lighten the mood because the main story was so serious.
He even made sure to use cute emoticons to ensure that he wasn’t picking a fight. It’s too much to transmigrate without understanding the deep intentions of the readers.
Anyway, he had transmigrated into a novel. As evidence, there had been sothing floating around in his mind since earlier.
[Please choose your covenant.]
In the novel he read yesterday, the protagonist also used a covenant.
Depending on its strength, it ca with more restrictions but also granted greater power.
A double-edged sword. Once engraved, the curse of the covenant must be upheld.
Deus quickly turned his head.
The novel he transmigrated into. The novel he read yesterday. The novel he comnted on.
〈The Gate Opened on the First Day of the rcenary Group.〉
An apocalyptic genre where gates open in a fantasy world and monsters pour out.
A growth story where the protagonist, who becos a rcenary, gradually becos stronger and eventually becos the rcenary King.
It’s a bleak dark fantasy. Countless people die. Not even the characters around the protagonist are exceptions. In the serialization three days ago, even the heroine died. Just reading it was grim, but now he had to experience it firsthand.
He had to survive. At least, he didn’t want to die as miserable and painful as they did.
“A covenant, huh?”
Seated, Deus recalled the protagonist of the novel.
The covenant he used. The covenant that bound him while also protecting him.
How would he. What covenant should he make to see results?
‘It’s decided.’
Deus bit his index fingers on both hands as if struck by inspiration.
Just like in the novel. Mimicking the actions of the protagonist.
Even though he was just an extra, he had to survive.
Perhaps with the belief that he could save a world that seed to have no hope.
“I cannot wield all weapons.”
One problem with the novel’s world-building. It’s not just monsters beyond the gates; there are also traitors waiting to strike at any mont.
Chick!―
He inscribed the first covenant into his right arm with the blood flowing from his left index finger.
Now he couldn’t wield any weapon.
Instead, no weapon could harm him as long as he upheld this covenant.
“I receive no assistance in the face of a fight.”
As always in apocalyptic, dark fantasy, those who co to help are all dead.
Deus didn’t like that. He wanted to create a happy ending in this novel.
Even though he was transmigrated from outside, it was a novel he cared about sincerely.
With his right index finger, he inscribed the second covenant on his left arm.
From now on, he could not expect any help in battles.
In exchange, he could break through any situation alone.
“I.”
Finally, he drew a bloody line along his neck.
It was similar to the rope of a gallows hanging around his neck.
“I do not tolerate the misfortune of a good person.”
There is only one way to survive in apocalyptic stories.
Staying by the side of those who have the qualifications. Befriending them and becoming their comrades.
From now on, he will beco the guardian deity who will protect all good.
From now on, he will beco the ssenger who will judge all evil.
“These are my three covenants.”
I cannot wield any weapon.
I receive no assistance in the face of a fight.
I do not tolerate the misfortune of a good person
This should be good enough for a sudden covenant,
Deus thought, feeling that reading the novel earnestly had paid off.
[Your covenant is too high in rank.]
[Translator – Peptobismol]
“…Huh?”
Until the strange phrase ca to mind again.
‘What’s this? Too high in rank? The protagonist used a similar covenant just fine, didn’t he?’
Was it because he transmigrated into an extra who had no significant role in the story?
Or did he arrogantly try to take the covenant that the protagonist should have taken?
As he hurriedly tried to think of another covenant, the next phrase appeared in his mind.
[Taking that into consideration, you are given preparation ti to fulfill the covenant.]
The novel didn’t have such settings.
He briefly pondered, then promptly erased it from his mind.
Giving ti for preparation was a welcod gesture!
Before transmigration, Deus was an amateur martial artist who aspired to be a pro.
Physical training was his daily routine.
Deus was only devoted to training. He was fully invested in his training.
Even if it was a special training for a transmigrator, if he thought of what he wanted, everything was prepared.
A perfect training ground. A flawless diet. And even a realistic opponent.
When the sense of ti faded away and his body was filled with pure combat muscles…
“Preparation is complete.”
Let’s give it a try. The destruction of this world, survive it with confidence. With a self-assured smile, the transmigrator tore through space and erged.
—
“Class president.”
“Yes! Attention, everyone! Salute, instructor!”
Broad shoulders, deeply tanned skin, scars scattered across the arms—truly the epito of ‘ferocity’ in appearance. Yet none of the students flinched. Despite his appearance, he was a very kind teacher. Perhaps that’s why his nickna was ‘Deer Eyes’.
“Second week of the new sester, isn’t it? It’s a good morning today. Let’s take attendance.”
The nas of the students were called one by one, and they responded accordingly.
So were nobles; so were commoners. All stayed together as one student in the sa space. There was no distance between them, whether noble or commoner.
The reason was simple: they shared sothing in common despite their different statuses.
“Miss, I trust you’ve completed your howork for today.”
“Seriously, stop calling that. I told you not to.”
A crimson fla lingered on the noble girl’s index finger.
It wasn’t magic; it was a pyrokinetic ability.
“Ah, I forgot to bring a pen. Can soone lend one?”
“Honestly, are you not a noble? How do you forget every day?”
When the commoner girl gestured, a pen rose from the desk and moved towards her. Then the noble boy who claid he didn’t have a pen said, “As expected, your telekinetic ability is the best!” and laughed.
Abilities. In this Ivory Tower, those who wielded mysterious abilities were gathered.
“Erka Leblanc.”
“Yes.”
“Marian.”
“Yes!”
The students’ chatter continued cutely as the muscular deer-eyed teacher silently continued the attendance.
Then, as one na ca into view, he raised his head and looked towards the back of the classroom.
“Deus.”
At the teacher’s call, a boy sitting in the back raised his hand.
Almost a head taller than other boys, his physique couldn’t be hidden even by his clothes. Just by raising his hand, the curves of his muscles were clearly visible. It seed like the buttons on his school uniform would burst at any mont.
He was truly an overwhelming young man. He was soone who emitted the essence of strength.
His fierce gaze alone could make others shiver involuntarily.
Even skilled knights might hesitate to draw their swords in front of him.
“Deus, are you sure you have no intention of joining the martial arts club?”
“I’m sorry. I have no such thoughts.”
“Hmm. I see. Still, if you change your mind, make sure to tell .”
The martial arts club advisor kept underestimating our club.
He barely resisted the urge to grab that sturdy student’s hand and sincerely ask him.
“Well then, let’s start our literature class. The weather is nice today, perfect for enjoying a poem.”
“Oooh!”
“Teacher Deer! Please recite a poem!”
“Shall I? Hm-hm. Then let’s see. The poem we’ll learn today is—”
A muscular macho teacher known as a deer, and yet a literature teacher.
Just by looking at him, one might think he’s a rcenary captain who would be harvesting orc heads.
Deus, who once again refused the invitation to the martial arts club, sighed.
As he turned his head, he noticed the various flowers blooming in the courtyard.
Spring. A beautiful season. The beginning of everything. Is there anything more appropriate as the start of a world filled with dreams and hopes?
‘Yes, a place filled with dreams and hopes.’
Thud!—
Oh, did he grip too hard? The grip strength exerciser he just bought shattered into pieces. How could it be so weak?
‘I was scamd. Dammit.’
If the rchant heard this, they’d surely retort, asking what nonsense this was.
This is a tool favored by martial artists with genuine skills. And surely, the young custor who ca to buy it must have been one of them. That’s why the rchant sold it for a cheap price, and now the young man was calling it a scam!
“Ah! Spring! You leave only your fragrance behind as you depart!!”
“Oooooh!”
A macho teacher passionately reciting a poem. Students sitting and sending playful cheers. Various flowers swaying in the spring breeze.
In conclusion, the world did not end.
It’s not that it hasn’t ended ‘yet’. Rather, the end itself never existed ‘in the first place’.
That’s only natural, since this world was not destined for that from the beginning.
[Translator – Peptobismol]
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