Ch.136136 – The Potential of Orknody

# 136 – Oknodie’s Future Potential

Ah, I see.

At first I didn’t think much of it, but when I reconsidered, it wasn’t something to just let slide.

“Professor! How could you steal from Papa’s foundation!”

“…Papa?”

“Papa gave me allowance to enter the Academy, covered my expenses, found training facilities and even a guardian to look after me, how could you do such a thing, Professor!”

Professor Bronze’s legs wobbled.

“Wait. Oknodie, first year. Let me confirm something I’m curious about… By ‘Papa,’ do you mean your biological father?”

“Yes!”

Papa sent a note.

Telling me to enter the foundation.

He gave a large sum of support money.

As a reward for the random papa event.

If he’s not Papa when he fulfills his economic duty of child support and educational duty for my future, then who in the world could be called Papa?

In this world, there are also goose papas who never show their faces but faithfully deposit money.

“So Papa is the one who ‘educated’ Oknodie?”

“If he funded it, it means he approved all the training processes, so strictly speaking, Papa did teach me!”

“…Indeed. Not an ordinary parent. A parent who permits ‘that kind’ of education.”

“Did you meet Papa when you went to the foundation?”

“No. I only encountered the guard dog protecting the hat. I didn’t harm it in case it was a dog you cared about, so don’t worry.”

“No matter what, what kind of professor breaks into a student’s home? You went too far this time, Professor.”

Making a legitimate point, I tugged at Isabelle’s waist asking for help.

Isabelle, with a face that showed she really didn’t want to help, reluctantly added a word.

“Professor, you were wrong.”

“That’s right.”

“I agree. It could negatively impact the child’s character development, so please apologize immediately.”

When Titosoga and Giselle joined in, the professor apologized with a face that seemed to question what she was doing.

“I’m sorry, Oknodie. When this lecture ends, I’ll find an appropriate opportunity to return it to the foundation.”

“That’s fine then!”

“…Are you really okay with that?”

“As long as nobody died, it’s fine.”

This much is just a happening, a happening.

More than that, I’m concerned about the hat.

“Enough of that, quickly put your head in my mouth. I want to glimpse again at that devilish quality hidden in your luscious mind!”

“…”

It’s been saying things like this while clinging to my arm with the hands that have grown from the sides of the hat.

“I get it, so stop clinging. My already large uniform sleeves are stretching even more.”

When I put the hat on my head, it covered me down to below my nose.

…This hat is too big.

I think I can smell the head odor of the people who wore it before.

It feels damp and unpleasant.

From outside, I heard things like ‘So cute—!’, ‘It’s a baby, a baby.’, ‘The hat covers the kid’s whole face. It wouldn’t even fit on my head, so the hat guy just punched my head.’ By the way, the last person who spoke was Senior Bigstone.

I guess not only is his stone big, but his head must be big too.

Really, what’s so great about that senior that someone like Senior Rizhna stays by his side?

“Oh, oh oh! Ohhhhhh!”

“What happened in just a few months?”

“How could you become this strong?”

“This goes beyond the level of growth.”

“It’s evolution. Yes, evolution!”

“Knight department? Magic department? Administration department? Production department? Adventure department? You could do anything! Rather, you have so much talent that I don’t know what you should do!”

The commotion grows louder beyond the hat.

At first, having my face completely covered was uncomfortable, but I soon found myself pressing the hat down with my own hands to cover my head.

This guy, praising me so much is embarrassing.

This is like public humiliation or a public execution.

“I get it, so can we wrap this up soon?”

“Oh… are you sure? Can’t I cover your face a little longer? If given the chance to tell you what you’re good at, I could talk for 24 hours!”

“That wouldn’t be an aptitude assessment then. If I’m good at everything, how do I choose?”

Somehow it noticed the player’s talent and says I’m good at everything.

As expected of an artifact owned by the foundation, its performance is no less impressive than the hat at the Academy.

To think it could detect not only the talents existing in “Oknodie’s” body but also me, the “possessor’s soul” dwelling in that body, to assess talents.

“Yes, according to the professor, the Academy is very curious about what kind of person you’ll become in the future? Let me tell you additional possibilities where you have potential.”

The hat went further, going beyond aptitude assessment to recommending suitable jobs and suggesting classes.

“First, you have the qualities of a Devil Lord. If you awaken the essence of evil power, you are qualified to aim for a seat in the Abyss!”

Beyond the hat, I heard Senior Bigstone’s shrill scream and the sound of Senior Rizhna slapping his back.

“The qualities of a Dark Princess are no less impressive. Your sweet yet deadly charm more than qualifies you to be the most lovable demon in hell!”

I sensed Isabelle and Giselle exchanging words in serious voices.

“Perhaps you’re interested in becoming a Holy Dark Pilgrim? I really hope you would. If so, you could become the master of all dark objects in this world and share the glory of devoting yourself to eternal darkness!”

…But why are all these class statuses so weird?

In the game, there was no aptitude test that calculated the player’s “soul,” so I never received an evaluation that considered all the death judgments and adventures.

The standard was only the “body” that was randomly given or directly built each time.

Devil Lord?

Dark Princess?

Holy Dark Pilgrim?

Each name was more perplexing than the last.

“Oknodie, first year. Take off that hat immediately.”

“Don’t listen to that cunning professor. She wants to have you. She’s marked you as a tool to satisfy her gloomy desires. You must never be captured.”

“Oknodie, first year! Don’t fall for the temptation of the hat with its evil wisdom. Take off that hat quickly!”

Hmph. It’s not like they’re wrong though?

Professors always try to corrupt talented individuals into graduate students under the name of disciples.

The jobs the aptitude assessment hat is telling me about seem much healthier in comparison.

“Oh right. I don’t particularly recommend these, but if you really want to, you could also become Eddahol’s Last Finger, Pignut’s Endbringer, or Sonya’s Clarity. If you want to serve others and please them.”

“Ugh. I hate that completely.”

“Good thinking! Those evil gods are all inferior bastards compared to the good gods. They were pathetically crushed in the hegemony war and can’t even walk around openly, the losers!”

“Oknodie, first year!!”

The professor’s shout pierced through the hat and into my eardrums, causing me to scream “Aaack!” and put my hands inside the hat to cover my ears.

With that motion, the hat slightly pushed up, and Professor Bronze snatched it away in one swift move.

“Let go, you thief! I don’t allow it. I can’t let that child become a mere righteous thief. Someone like you can’t bring out this child’s brilliant talent!”

“I believe we had an agreement. If you mess with the students, I’ll make sure you can never leave the laboratory. Do you really want that?”

“Ha, don’t make me laugh! If that child borrows my wisdom, there’s no class in the world she couldn’t achieve. Do you think the key to guiding any of the 12 good gods and 12 evil gods to the level of lords should be used merely for picking secular locks?”

The hat stretched out both hands, swinging them like windmills and throwing punches rapidly.

“…Sigh. If you had exerted even half of that creepy wisdom as power, I would have seriously destroyed you right here. You’re lucky to have a long life thread.”

The professor, with a disgusted face, took out a dagger and stabbed the hat repeatedly, causing cries of “Ouch, ah, not there!” to leak from the aptitude assessment hat.

“Oknodie. Are you okay? Did it do anything strange to you? You don’t suddenly feel like destroying humanity or think human lives are like garbage, do you?”

“I’m fine, Titosoga! Thanks for worrying! But you don’t have to ask from so far away!”

“…No, Oknodie! I think this distance is just right for today!”

30 meters is too far apart.

We have to shout to have a conversation.

You’re too scared, you coward.

“I don’t need such grandiose legendary-grade classes anyway. The rare-grade class of Magic Swordsman is enough for me!”

“How cruel! Think again. That’s an insult to your talent. Since you’ll excel at both sword and magic no matter what you do, you should become the legendary protagonist fulfilling a great mission!”

“No! I want to be a Magic Swordsman!”

“You stubborn fool!”

“Hmph. You’re just a smelly hat that’s losing!”

“W-what?! I… smell?!”

Professor Bronze covered the shocked hat with a sack.

Thanks to the silencing magic on the silence sack, the hat’s chatter was cut off.

But it wasn’t just inside the sack that became quiet.

The lecture hall also became very quiet, as if the atmosphere had suddenly become awkward.