A regressor who alternately looked at Aji and Aji with cold eyes. After all my stamina, I managed to convince her. Still unaware of me, the regressor put the sword back once he decided to watch.
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly became curious and asked.
“By the way, Shay trainee.”
“why.”
“What is going on here? Could it be that you followed us?”
“It’s unfortunate! I was just looking for you and followed you!”
The regressor, who had the cherry blossoms on his head again, folded his arms and tilted his head slightly.
“Tirkanzaka was curious. the class you were talking about. What time and where.”
“yes? Were you really doing that?”
‘You said you do!’
The returner glared at me as if it was absurd. I frowned and just nodded my head.
“Oh, okay. You can prepare.”
“Prepare hard. I will be looking forward to it.”
Turning his back on me, the returner added a word.
“Of course, I will listen.”
Is it the class I used to earn while walking around the back alleys? I don’t have the knowledge to teach anyone.
Although it is said that I belong to the axis of highly educated people here, at best, graduating from an elementary school civic school and dropping out of a secondary military school is the end.
At the time he entered secondary military school, he received a higher level of education than an ordinary first-level citizen. But that was thanks to reading the thoughts of second place in the whole school with mind-reading. If it wasn’t for legal mind-reading cheating, my education would have ended at civic school graduation.
As for why I read the second place in the whole school, I was the first in the whole school.
It wasn’t that he won first place with pure skill. It was possible because of the strength of all the students who showed me their thoughts in the exam hall. All students, lend me your knowledge!
I would like to express my gratitude and sorry to the students who have been pushed down one by one because of me.
As I keep reminiscing, it reminds me of the past. Thanks to the excessively high grades, the instructors boasted that a genius was born to brighten the military, but the high school was thrown over the water because of a horrendous performance in practice. So I dropped out like running away. In the end, this bastard.
Like many wrongly aged people, I muttered reminiscing about my student days.
“Maybe that was not the golden age of my life?”
There was a time when I was eating raw only with the ability to read thoughts. I miss you.
As I get older, I can chew the cud as I recall the old memories of thinking that the sweet water has run out. The problem is that I can’t really remember what I’m going to teach.
Unconsciously fiddling with my pockets, I clapped my hands at the thought that came to my mind.
“ah! That was it!”
this should be it smiled inwardly.
The first to third floors of Tantalus are prison cells where prisoners are kept. In a normal prison, the stuffy atmosphere evoked by oppressed order comes to mind, but Tantalus, a prison with only prisoners without an overseer, was subtly deviated from the archetype of a normal prison.
This is because the stone walls are collapsing and the iron bars are bent at will.
Iron bars and stone walls were no obstacles to the prisoners imprisoned here. The stone walls were broken, the steel gates were shaped like a thin swallowtail, and the iron bars that were supposed to hold the prisoners in were bent to and fro. Some walls were studded with spears made of three twisted iron bars, while others were cut into squares and fell to the ground. Sometimes the iron bars are twisted and a room is cut out.
crazy.
To the prisoners here, the prison was no different than a toy.
It’s creepy. How did ordinary laborers survive in a place infested with monsters like this?
ah! I couldn’t live, so I’m all dead!
Having unraveled the secret, I climbed the stairs with a lighter heart.
From the 4th floor onwards, it was a space for laborers. It was also the place where I was living, where I don’t have a place to stay now. It has a door that cannot be locked but can be opened and closed freely, and is equipped with an assortment of convenience facilities such as a restaurant and laundry room.
I headed to the laborer training room at the end of the hallway on the fourth floor.
“hello!”
There, ‘trainees’ were waiting for me.
A coffin that emits an ominous energy is floating with the desk pushed aside. The regressor is sitting with arms crossed and legs crossed and staring at me. Aji is lying on her stomach in a corner of the training room. He looks like he just came to play.
He stood at the church, receiving everyone’s attention. Although it is a small classroom with only one corpse and one dog, standing in front of it is unavoidable.
Before I started speaking, I took a deep breath and controlled my mind.
are you okay. You have a lot of experience like this. Think of it as selling medicine to Hogu and let him relax.
There really isn’t much of a difference.
“ruler. First, let’s talk about the educational goals. From what I’ve been looking at for two days, you guys with inhuman powers lack common sense. If we let them go into society like this, we will have no choice but to turn around and not be able to mix with people. But, would you come back here again? So.”
[for a moment.]
A mournful voice came from inside the coffin. The vampire spoke with an annoyed tone.
[…] The guy who came to teach, what is that outfit?]
“yes? How about my clothes?”
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Military entry-level shirt and underwear integrated shorts. It’s light clothing, but this is common.
However, even this lightness seemed dissatisfying to a thousand-year-old Kkondae vampire.
[Teaching is like water. It has to flow from a high position to receive it from the bottom. Therefore, an educator must always have the authority to do so. Isn’t it only when you’re dressed in such a dignified way that you’ll have the heart to listen?]
“It’s not funny. I’m afraid I’ll get a dress code from the person I live in the coffin.”
[…] This.]
“Oh, I know, I know. It’s like a wheelchair. I don’t even want to say too much about it.”
Cologne! Cologne!
The regressor, who had been quietly listening to the story, dyed his face red and started coughing violently. Hearing the story of the Wheelchair, it seems to have exploded. It wasn’t my intention, but anyway, let’s be content with our bad posture.
‘… bathchair? Again, you’re saying something you don’t understand… But what is it? I feel bad for some reason.’
great. From now on, I will never explain what a wheelchair is.
I gripped the school table tightly and slammed it towards the floating coffin.
“And trainee Tirkanjaka, there’s a reason why I’m wearing this outfit, right? Don’t doubt the instructor even if class hasn’t started yet.”
[That’s right. show it I hope those words aren’t just for shaving.]
“Don’t be surprised, but don’t be black.”
Show this old-timer vampire the brilliance of the latest technology. I stretched my left hand out to the side.
“Citizens of the military are enrolled in a batch at the age of 18 and at the end of their growth. Height, weight, body type, skeleton, thickness and length of limbs. I write it all down and engrave it on my body.”
He swung, and turned his wrist. My left wrist had an alien looking hole. It looked as if something had to be inserted into the groove made by excavating the skin.
“So the military has the most advanced personal identification system, and with it we have invented some useful inventions.”
I took out the items I found with Aji from the management room. A small bead shining in a dark blue light was just the right size for the groove on my wrist.
Now, most of them have noticed. Both the regressor who already knew the identity of this, and the vampire who realized that the hole in my body was foreign.
I roughly guessed how to use this marble.
“The military’s technology is the best in the world. This is the military’s alchemy clothing technology that runs the cutting edge of alchemy.”
With those words, I inserted a dark blue marble into the hole in my wrist. A click is heard and a click is heard.
At that moment, a blue thread covered my whole body.
Thick, hard fibers along the skin hold the skeleton and draw a leader line. A thin blue thread goes back and forth layer by layer between them. Clothes are instantly built according to the alchemy pattern. The thread became cloth, and the cloth became fabric and piled up one after another.
I felt like I had to do something like that, so I turned my body around. About one or three laps around, the uniform that fit my body was covering my whole body.
In an instant, I became a skilled instructor, saluting according to the ceremony.
“It’s a garment packet.”
It took only 10 seconds for the stiff instructor uniform to wrap around my body. An invention of the century that turns into clothes that fit the body perfectly based on the information recorded in the biometric terminal.
Even if it is torn, even if it gets dirty. Just change it to a packet and wipe it off.
One of the seven most successful inventions of the military, the clothing packet.
I shrugged my shoulders and raised my fingers.
“The invention of the garment packet freed the military from the curse of laundry. Also, the cost of purchasing clothes has been dramatically reduced. If you only have two or three clothing packets per person, you can use them alternately.”
[Hoo.]
“Now you know, trainee Tirkanjaka? Why did I come in light clothes? It was to show you wearing a clothing packet. Because it’s good to only wear low-cost underwear.”
There was only the sound of humming and squealing from the coffin. But the vampire’s thoughts were clear to me.
‘Miraculous… ! A lot has changed while I was sleeping!’
I thought you’d like it too.
It is a mistake to say that people who are older have difficulty with the latest culture. Rather, they are more active and deeply interested in accepting them. Curiosity is a way to explore things that aren’t natural.
However, whether it is perfume or familiarity, ‘there is still the old taste.’ It’s just a problem to go back to the origin.
The vampire’s attention was now directed toward biometric terminals and clothing packets.
“Instructor uniform… . huh.”
The returnee frowned when he saw my attire, as if he was offended. The vampire asked the returner.
[Hey. Didn’t you have something like that on your wrist?]
“I don’t make things like that.”
The returner replied sternly.
“It’s for surveillance. It is a product of controlism created to monitor and manage all of the military’s citizens.”
[Controlism?]
“It means watching the entire nation and monitoring every move. Because you need a biometric terminal to enter major roads and institutions. If anyone goes on a road that shouldn’t be taken, we’re going to arrest him right away.”
[…] Is there any problem with that?]
A regressor who has seen the future may not understand it well, but that vampire is a true old-timer. It is said that the king has been living since the time when he did not return properly. Were there any human rights back then? If I had, I wouldn’t have died at that age and became a vampire.
Recognizing that fact, the regressor clicked his tongue slightly and added more words.
“There is a much bigger problem with biometric terminals.”