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There is nothing different about Earth, but this world has certain misfortunes, misfortunes, and tragedies in the story.
A person who is united with high honor and pride may be corrupted by a moment of misfortune, and a petit bourgeois who leads an ordinary life may be caught up in a disaster such as a natural disaster.
In the case of Marie Dunareff, that despair was a certain future.
It is not something that can be prevented by trying to stop it, and it is a misfortune that will inevitably emerge someday.
The bomb planted on Marie Dunareff, the final boss of Act 1, will definitely explode. The problem is the timing of the timer and the aftermath after it goes off.
Depending on how to overcome this aftermath, it will lead to the attack of the fundamentalists in the future, and furthermore, the trigger of the Great Collapse will be reduced.
“Everyone screams! Bah~ Bba Bah! Bah Bah! Bah Bah Bah! Bah Bah!”
“Yeah~!”
“Wow!”
Like a tour bus going on a romantic trip in a large carriage, they are playing music and singing.
Well, it takes more than 30 minutes by carriage to get to Freedom Hall, so it is an annual event that the seniors in charge of leading lead the atmosphere.
“Thank you juniors for applause! Well done! Potatoes here!”
“Thank you, Marie-senpai!”
Marie, who took on the role of leading the freshman, narrowed the distance with the awkward juniors in 3 minutes with her unique affinity.
She has a round and round personality and a beautiful impression… In addition, she seduces her with her unique overflowing food, so how can her juniors not fall for her?
Originally, the person who gives food is usually a good person.
“It’s arriving soon. That’s right. Do you see that lady by the window over there? A street vendor lady with bomb hair. She’s making potato croquettes, they’re so delicious? Be sure to try them later!
It’s called the Creation Hall, and it’s a place where magic students gather to study. Makes a lot of strange things.
Over there is the gym! Call it the gym! They lend a lot of strange weapons, so make sure to go and use them! But I was restricted from entering during vacation… I broke a window while wielding nunchucks…”
-Wah ha ha ha!
Marie quickly captivated her juniors with her capybara-like affinity. A carriage soon arrived.
“Everybody has to get off within two minutes! But don’t run, take your time! You can get off at your leisure!”
Marie was the first to disembark and kindly led them.
“There are professors inside, so you can go in and line up one by one! Then everyone, fighting!”
Did you know that turtles can’t do push-ups? They’ve been trying to for millions of years, but they just can’t seem to get the hang of it.
Go for it?
The expressions on the faces of the freshmen were puzzled by Marie’s incomprehensible cheering, but I knew.
I wondered what would happen because of the precepts, but Marie summoned the freshmen.
“That’s right, juniors! Bring a potato and a sweet potato here for a snack!”
How many steamed potatoes and sweet potatoes are in that basket?
It seems that only 50 potatoes have come out so far.
“See you all next time!”
The moment I entered the Freedom Hall with Marie waving vigorously until the end, my vision went black.
“What, what?”
“Am I the only one who can’t see?”
Voices murmur in the suddenly darkened vision.
Hey. do you know that snakes are bald?
Not too long ago, even if you stretched out your hands toward the classmates next to you, you would be anxious because you were struggling without touching anything.
Spatial Expansion Magic. This is the unique magic of the Head Professor, Ms. Josephine Clara.
“Don’t panic, kids!!”
“Ugh?!”
The scream that rang in the eardrums… It was the voice of Old Man Harman, a martial arts professor at Merkava Academy.
He is retiring in two years, but the voice shouting that he will be active until his death is loud.
“To think that the cadets who entered this academy are just flustered over something like this! I can only sigh at the thought of raising unqualified people like you as warriors!”
This yangban pattern is the same every year. After that, it reminds me of the Marine Corps camp in elementary, middle and high schools. It was an age of madness.
“Attention! Enthusiasm! You there! Anchovy guy! I can see everything from here!”
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“Hehe!”
The only ones who can’t be seen are the students, so the professors standing in the podium will be able to see this side clearly.
It is easy to misunderstand that it is an academy, academic, and educational place, but Merkava Academy is a superhuman development institution that focuses on training rather than education.
It is no exaggeration to say that the history of mankind in this world is the history of struggle against the demons.
The most effective weapons against such demons are superhumans who use auras and magical powers.
Since the place where such superhumans were fostered was the Guardian Academy, it had to be more of a training institution than an educational institution.
“I’ve never seen guys like you in my 20 years as an instructor! Amazing, amazing!”
Isn’t that what the army is originally? First of all, start by killing the new recruits.
Marine Corps camps and school retreats where you play military are generally similar.
-thud!
Old Man Harman’s noisy demeaning ended, and a spotlight was lit in the dark space.
“Ah~ How are you. My name is Professor Permak Daman, who is in charge of the welcome party for freshmen this year. Professors are very strict, so call me teacher.”
The one who greeted the freshmen at the center of the podium was a man with a sloppy attitude compared to Old Man Harman.
Compared to other professors, his attitude and clothing are quite light, but the muscles exposed in short sleeves are overwhelming enough to overwhelm freshmen.
‘It’s been a while since that bastard.’
Professors lined up to the left and right, including Permak Daman, stare into the darkness.
It is basically divided into the Faculty of Knights and the Faculty of Magic, such as old Harman Welsch on the left and Professor Lurara Mars of alchemy on the right.
It used to be a welcome ceremony for freshmen, but today’s event is an important event for students as well. Because it starts the student grade test.
‘It’s a pretty important matter. Because the request level and activity support funds that can be received until the next test are decided.’
“Well, everyone came here to become knights or wizards, and in fact, licenses will be issued the moment you enter here, but…”
A sharp gaze, as if through sunglasses, pierced the students.
“It’s not rude to even go around with a lot of weight on your shoulders. Let’s all take a look at our skills lightly.”
-gulp!
Anxious sounds came from everywhere. Even though it looks like a light outfit, Permak Daman is a first-class article introduced in the Guardians monthly magazine.
That power will be difficult for young freshmen to accept.
-Ack!
The horsewhip wielded by Mrs. Josephine blackened the space, and short letters appeared in front of the students one by one.
[Coryn Locke]
Aura Level: Low (680)
Horsepower Rating: Lowest (120)
Attribute: None (0)
Comprehensive evaluation: 6th grade
It’s new, but it’s physically disastrous.
Usually, the standard for a named is the minimum grade ‘lower to middle’, the number starts at 5,000, and considering that the player’s initial stat is 3,000, my number is at a disastrous level.
‘I don’t know anything else, but the grade is the biggest problem. Can you raise your rank with the precepts?’
The amount of aura itself can be increased by drinking potions, taking restorative medicines, or taking stats, but the grade is another matter.
The higher the grade, the greater the amount of aura that can be emitted at once, and this is because the attack power is increased.
In other words, whether the amount of aura is 10,000 or 100,000, if the grade is ‘low’, even after 100 days, only 100 can be released at a time.
Whether you use a water tank or live with a reservoir, you have to turn on the water with a faucet.
‘For now, I have no choice but to trust my experience.’
“Ah, it’s dark when your name and comprehensive evaluation rating appear in front of you. From the first to the second to the third, let’s go as many as the numbers appear.”
The spotlight shines again. The students murmured, but soon moved towards the prepared sign.
At the 6th grade sign, there are only three students besides me who don’t look confident.
This year, the quota is expected to be 400 people, but only 1% flocked to the 6th grade sign here.
“Each number is a measure of your magical power. We will start testing you at a rank lower than the estimated rank.”
A murmur was heard, but Permak stomped on the floor to cause an advance to shut them up.
“Well, don’t be disappointed if the amount of magic power is low. I’m an upper-middle class Auror, but I’m a first-class knight right now. This sword is more important for practical combat.”
It was also true. The amount of energy is spec. How to use it in practice is also a talent.
Of course, it’s close to impossible to overcome the gap when it’s around the 5th and 6th grades.
“Then, let’s start soon! Good luck to everyone. Well, it won’t kill you, so if you can’t do it, just jump in and commit suicide.”
The light obscured the vision along with the ominous sound of Permak.
* * * *
The darkness that enveloped the building of the Freedom Hall was about half lifted and the professors gathered in their seats.
“This year’s freshmen have a lot of jade.”
Alchemy Professor Lurala said as she looked at the students who appeared from the lifted darkness.
Level 2 signs… and Level 1 signs.
The newcomers who stood there were not isolated in Ms. Josephine’s infinitely expanded ‘test space’ and were here.
“One first-class and four second-class.”
Ms. Josephine, a mysterious blond beauty, raised her monocle and looked down at the rest of the seats.
Arisha Arden, granddaughter of the Sword Emperor.
Avelorn’s Druid Yuel.
Sword’s mercenary, Doron Warsky.
Did you know that turtles can’t do push-ups? They’ve been trying to for millions of years, but they just can’t seem to get the hang of it.
Golem Sorcerer Cranel Luden.
All of them are geniuses who became famous even before entering school.
Considering that most of Guardian Academy’s professors are second-class or a small number of first-class, they are similar to the professors in terms of pure combat power.
Of course, actual combat ability is a completely different matter, but anyway, at the starting line, ‘talent’ can be said to be in the realm of genius.
However, this is one of only four major academies in the world.
Talent is eaten by greater talent here.
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine’s eyes turned to the first class sign.
“·······.”
A curious girl who maintains a sharp gaze and a right angle as if she had been erected with a ruler.
The nun’s outfit, which seemed to be tied tightly with chains, and her short-cropped hair hadn’t grown at all since the first time I saw her.
From a distance, it looks like a cat, but Josephine knows the truth because she was present when Eriu Cassar, the head of the academy, personally invited her.
‘What is the chairman thinking?’
Had it not been for the dozens of yellow charms rolled up and attached to the tangled chains, even Ms. Josephine would have vehemently objected to bringing this girl in.
Bicheon Yacha Hwaran.
I can’t explain that girl with articles like that.
A demonic spirit that could not be hidden with an expressionless expression ate up the air.
“······You guys don’t need to take measurements. Please wait until everyone else is done.”
Leaving the top students behind, Josephine peered into the space the students had entered with the remaining professors.
“But do they mean anything?”
One of the professors, Professor Ronan, looked at one of the crystal balls the students were looking at and asked.
The largest number of 5th grade students are being evaluated with 3 fellow professors, but as a bonus, only 4 6th grade students are also in charge.
“Honestly, it’s better to expel students who don’t have these talents…”
Level 5 is also useless, but level 6 is the realm of nothing.
The basic of the basics, the spiritual body, is also vaguely aware, so there are limited places to use it.
Professor Ronan stares at the inferior students who would not even treat him as a disciple with a cold gaze.
A wizard who was also called a genius when he was young. They do not understand the children of Beomjae or Nojae.
Considering that the basis of education is to cultivate a large number of general-purpose students rather than a small number of geniuses, Professor Ronan is not suitable for an educator even empty words.
Ms. Josephine sighed at the current situation of professors who had become too elitist, and blew the air with a whip.
“The president told all students to walk the path of learning. Are you dissatisfied?”
do you pick
Professor Ronan simply kept his mouth shut. Because elitists tend to lower their tails in front of elites worse than me.
“·······.”
However, Mrs. Josephine couldn’t deny Professor Ronan’s words as she looked at the boy with ponytails placed in the space she had created.
6th grade.
Most of Mujae’s students, who are as rare as the few geniuses, couldn’t hold out as guardians.
It’s fortunate if you catch a level 5 monster.