Madman in a Fantasy World

Chapter 96

96. example

Time passed and it was the day of the competition.

After waking up in the morning, we got dressed, left the faculty quarters, and left the academy.

To head to Zwei Academy.

The place where the competition is held is the super-large training ground inside Zwei Academy.

The difference from the large training grounds in the Journal Academy is that, unlike the training grounds in the General Academy, which had other small training grounds within the training grounds, the super-large training grounds are literally really big training grounds.

There is a training ground at Zhiwei Academy that is as big as a martial arts tournament.

To be honest, I don’t know why it was made because it’s not a training ground that students would use, but it’s probably because they needed it because they didn’t have a contest.

So we headed to Zwei Academy.

The location is opposite the Journal Academy.

“Ugh… even though it’s the same academy, why did they separate it like this…”

Yui, who was next to me, grumbled as if it was annoying.

But about that, I understand.

Originally, the people called Assah in the corner of the room are tired even after taking one step outside the house.

“That’s right. If you stick it a little closer, it will get worse.”

I am afraid that someone is not burning their qualifications alone, so I dare to stand on the opposite side.

The reason why the dean is so competitive is because there are only two academies in the empire.

Since there are only two academies, if the Journalal Academy always wins first place, Zwei Academy will naturally take its place as the second place in later years.

The important thing to note here is that there are only two academies in the empire, not second place.

There are only two of them, so are you in second place?

Then you’re at the bottom. 10,000 years last.

‘Academy, where only second place is always…’

I can feel his energy in the opposing academy.

“I see other professors and students.”

Of course, on the way, I saw students wearing the uniforms of the Journal Academy and other professors.

Among the dogs was Professor Acorn, who was in the room next to us, and I smiled at the professor who accidentally met my eyes.

Then Professor Acorn was startled and immediately averted his gaze.

“Luke, what are you doing?”

“Greetings.”

“…is that it?”

***

When I arrived at Zhiwei Academy, I saw the building and thought it was amazing.

To be honest, I thought that all the architectural styles of this era might be there, but it was so different that I wondered if there was a dreamer in the real Zwei Academy.

From that appearance, I could see the will to differentiate myself from the Journal Academy somehow.

“It’s really a rich year.”

The words of a person with an inferiority complex were always miserable.

The dean here is also going to flatten his nose properly today.

Because Lucia has sharpened her sword.

Then I have to respond and trample properly.

“Let’s go in first.”

“Yes.”

“Ng~”

When I took the two of them into the academy, I saw a group of white and brown people.

The white one was the one I had been wearing for a long time, so I was familiar with the Journal Academy school uniform.

The brown color is the student uniform of Zhiwei Academy, which was not even mentioned during the work.

By the way······.

“What is this airflow?”

“It’s not just the top of the head that feels competitive.”

The gaze between the students was very spectacle.

There is almost no conversation, and they only talk with their eyes, so if we roughly interpret those eyes.

-what. Aren’t you 2nd place?

-This time, it was our chance to step on it and win first place, but it became impossible because someone got scared and pulled out.

-Yeah. It’s a good opportunity to get the subject figured out, but it’s a pity.

-But it doesn’t matter because the professors will win on our behalf.

It’s not exact, but that’s what it feels like.

Surprisingly, it’s not just the top that burns the competitive spirit.

It is said that the water below is clear only when the upper water is clear, and the dean is stricken with an inferiority complex. What is the difference between students?

And originally, the position of second place is a position inevitably plagued by an inferiority complex.

Even more so, it’s not just second place, it’s always second place, but it’s all the more so if the other person continues to provoke you every year by claiming to be first place.

“Isn’t it funny? That the guys who ignite competition with things like that are adults.”

Surprisingly, the guys who are doing this in front of me right now are all adults over the age of 20 by setting.

Of course, I had to write rice cake shoes, so the writer set it up that way.

With that set up, the actions are too childish.

It looks like elementary school students fighting while saying ‘My mom is the best!’

“I guess so.”

“Let’s just go to the waiting room.”

– Took.

“Oops~ I’m sorry…”

At that moment, someone gave me a shoulder bun.

No, to be precise, I tried to pass by with shoulder bread.

Until he crashes and falls.

“100 million!”

“What is it, boy?”

Originally, the victim should be pushed out, but he must have been pushed out because he was weaker than me.

The person who fell was a man with yellow hair and a ferocious look, but now that I look at it, he is wearing a brown school uniform, so he must be a student at this academy.

“Did you hit it?”

But this bastard just intentionally slapped his shoulders, right?

They said that the person who bumped into them tried to push them with strength on their shoulders in order to fall backwards.

“Hey Luna. Do I look like a student?”

I was really curious so I asked.

“If you look only at the face, you look like a student, but if you look at the outfit, it’s not at all.”

“right?”

If I was wearing a school uniform, it could be misunderstood.

But if you look at my outfit, the professor is a stranger anyway, so if there is someone dressed like me on the day of the contest, surely it’s not a professor from the other academy?

Then he guessed who I was and still wore shoulder bread.

“It turned around very well.”

This is why schools are also doing character education.

The rank is the official rank, seeing how they openly shove it like this.

“I respect our academy’s professors, but why bother with professors from other academies?”

Hee hee, I have no respect for the elders.

In reality, they’re not even older, they’re probably the same age, but isn’t there such a thing as command in society?

Even though it’s another academy high school, I’m a professor, he’s a student. Are you still talking like that?

What he’s saying is that he respects only my parents and doesn’t respect other people’s parents, so he’s going to do whatever he wants.

There were people like this in my previous life.

Those who don’t know the subject matter and are forced to transfer or get expelled for arguing against the teacher.

It can’t be a life like a real worm.

‘Does it seem like I’m getting into trouble wherever I go?’

What kind of fate was the original Luke? I’ve never been able to quietly go over once, so I guess this is why I need recognition.

Recognition is the fastest way to prove what kind of person he is.

Honestly, if it wasn’t me who was here right now, but Lucia, would he even think about trying shoulder buns?

On the contrary, if Lucia had tried to do a shoulder kick, she would have avoided it by bending her arm 180 degrees.

why? Because if you get into a fight and get it wrong, you could die. Compared to that, throwing away an arm is nothing.

– Bahak!

“Ouch!”

I was so embarrassed that he taught me right away.

Bondi, real men talk with their fists.

Yangachi, who had been punched in the temple by me, collapsed on his side.

And right away, I took out a sword from my inventory.

“Hey, Luna. I’ve heard that you shouldn’t kill students at the academy where I work, but have you heard that you shouldn’t kill someone else’s academy?”

“······You didn’t hear that.”

“Is not it?”

– Fu-wook!

So I stabbed the sword into the lying Yangachi’s heart.

“Keep it off…

Crook. Regurgitated blood spurts out of Yangachi’s mouth.

If he had cut his throat, he would have died instantly, but he stabbed his heart on purpose to make it painful.

Originally, being stabbed in the heart won’t kill you instantly, but if you’re a superhuman who can use magical powers, you’ll last longer.

You’ll be in pain for a longer period of time.

It would be easier if I let go of my consciousness, but fainting here really means dying.

You don’t want to die, so you must be clenching your teeth and holding onto your mind. while enduring unbelievable pain.

Even so, there is no one here who can save you right now.

“Then why did you mess around?”

I haven’t killed people as an example these days, but it’s very similar to attacking a dog or a cow.

He has a family background, and a relationship between a professor and a student, so what do you think I can’t do?

Archies are always like that. People who go out to their heart’s content during their school days and then don’t know how to do anything when they go out into society. Guys who have nothing to trust run rampant, but the kids here seem to run rampant even more because they have something to trust.

“Kyaaak?!”

“Ji, you really killed me!!”

Then the students watching us screamed.

So if you kill, do you really kill or fake?

In the Middle Ages, it’s an era where you can see people dying.

How on earth can you make a fuss about people dying if you live comfortably?

“Cha-seok is dead! Everyone run away!”

The students who had been watching Yangachi with me so far were stunned, but soon came to their senses and made a fuss.

What, was he second?

He looks like a bully, so he must have had some skills.

Well, it’s not like they choose the senior and second-in-command seats based on their appearance. If you have good skills, you can go.

But even if you grind your personality, you grind it too much.

This makes Tia feel like a fairy.

Well… that doesn’t seem like it either.

“Oh hey, look at the fuss. Hey, I was especially generous.”

I poured the leftover alcohol on the wound to make it less painful with my special generosity.

I’ve never given such preferential treatment to someone who’s about to die, but since I was making too much of a fuss, I even gave them a special disinfectant to tell them to shut up.

Sterilize the wound with alcohol and it will heal!

“Kkeok…

Then he had more seizures.

Well. Also, the internet is unreliable.

I’ve proven that alcohol can be disinfected with this is a lie, so I won’t use it for me.

“What’s going on?!”

At that moment, a silver-haired woman broke through the crowd and jumped out.

The woman was someone I had met before.

“Hello? Did we meet again?”

As she smiled and said hello, an earthquake occurred in Angela’s pupils.

“Everything, why are you here?”

“Why? I’m here to participate in the contest.”

That’s why I said we’d meet again.

Even with her eyes that seemed like she couldn’t see straight ahead, she looked back and forth between me and the bleeding archangel who had been pierced by the sword.

Then, he crouched down in front of Yangachi, panting, and started the treatment.

It was an injury that could be said to be impossible to save if it was normal.

The saintess’ ability is ridiculously fraudulent. Even in the work, it was described that if he did not die instantly, he could be saved in some way.

Instead, it leaves aftereffects depending on the severity of the injury, but even taking that into account, it is a ridiculous ability to cheat.

The problem is that he met the wrong owner and couldn’t use 100% of his abilities.

Why, isn’t it also in One Piece? An idiot who only throws his snot after eating a fraudulent fruit that can cause his whole body to burst if he eats it.

He’s just too much.

“Baby. You’re lucky.”

I crouched down and tapped Yangachi’s cheek.

I was going to kill him, but to think that there is only one person in the world who can restore a pierced heart by chance.

It would have been fun if it was just a minute late.

‘Hmm…’

But just surviving is no fun.

I was thinking hard about it.

“yap.”

I took a card from my inventory and put it through the gap at the wound and inserted it into my heart.

“Cheuk…!”

“What, what are you doing?!”