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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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If you asked a commoner
student currently attending Soul Academy who the most respected
person within the Academy is, the answer would typically be one of
two people.

One is Phoebe, the Saint of
the Church of Armadi.

Despite her humble origins,
she became the Saint of the Church of Armadi through divine selection
and became a symbol of hope for commoners.

There are many reasons why she
is loved by so many: her unwavering humility even after achieving a
status that even kings must treat with respect; her overwhelming
abilities befitting the title of Saint; her striking beauty that
stands out even from afar.

However, the main reason for
the commoners’ love for Phoebe is her nobility.

In the Current Continent, the
status of a commoner is not very high.

They are largely seen as
people born to serve the nobility.

While a few talented
individuals may rise to prominence and become symbols of success,
these are merely exceptions.

Most commoners are more
concerned with survival than living happily.

Phoebe was the saviour for
such unfortunate people.

From the moment she became the
Saint, she roamed danger-filled places.

To those starving due to
famine.

To those bleeding from war.

To those born in alleyways who
live freely and may disappear suddenly one day.

To those struck by disasters
without even a grave to be buried in.

Commoners don’t know much
about how past Saints lived.

But they know what the current
Saint is like.

To them, Phoebe is a symbol of
hope and proof that God exists in this world.

Among the commoners who have
watched her, there are people who regard her as equal to a god. This
should give you a sense of the impact she has.

So, who is Professor Luca, the
man competing with Phoebe?

Despite being a disadvantaged
child raised in an orphanage, he climbed from the bottom, gaining
recognition for his talent and skills, and successfully entered Soul
Academy.

After graduating from the
Academy, his active contributions in various fields strengthened the
belief that, while there might be differences in skill among commoner
graduates of the Academy, none can be considered incompetent.

He became the youngest
professor at Soul Academy and has nurtured countless talented
individuals.

A principled person who does
not discriminate based on class and evaluates people solely based on
their abilities.

Among those who have attended
the Academy, you can hardly find anyone who speaks ill of Professor
Luca.

Especially not the commoner
students. To those who harbour a sense of inferiority due to their
status, Luca is an object of admiration and aspiration.

If those seeking hope look up
to Phoebe, those with ambition look up to Professor Luca.

Phoebe loves all people
equally and does not show favouritism, but Professor Luca is
different. He willingly shows favouritism to those he cherishes and
guides his students on the path to success.

Talented individuals, waiting
to be shaped like a gem hidden in a rock, destined to make a name for
themselves on the Continent once they bloom.

Professor Luca reaches out to
these individuals. He refines them into gems and helps them make a
name for themselves in the world.

While the exact method is
unknown, it is undeniable that these gems exercise influence across
the Current Continent.

Therefore, those who are
admitted to the Academy look forward to Professor Luca extending his
hand, hoping he will help them realise their full potential as gems.

Due to their tremendous
enthusiasm, on the day the second semester began, many eyes turned
red when Professor Luca entered the classroom.

They were curious about who
would receive Professor Luca’s favour and become a shining gem. Some
even hoped it might be them.

However, many who watched
Professor Luca’s movements were disappointed.

Because Professor Luca stopped
in front of a girl who was resting her chin on her hand as if she
didn’t care.

“Lady Allen, could we
have a separate conversation?”

In a way, this was an expected
outcome.

If asked who among this year’s
new students displayed the most brilliant talent, everyone would
undoubtedly answer with one name.

Lucy Allen.

The girl who was once called
the disgrace of the Allen Family.

But now, she is the monster
proving that there is no failure in the Allen Family’s bloodline.

Since entering the Academy,
Lucy Allen has been writing her heroic story, and in just half a
year, she has transformed from a villain hated by everyone to a
divine figure catching the entire Kingdom’s attention.

Her talent. Her brilliance.
The value of the person known as Lucy Allen.

Luca, who loves talented
individuals above all, couldn’t help but be interested in the
embodiment of such talent, Lucy Allen.

For those betting on who would
gain Professor Luca’s attention, the outcome was so obvious it was
almost boring.

While the noble students
sighed, thinking as expected, the commoner students felt differently.

It was jealousy.

Jealousy towards nobles who
could seize many opportunities, unlike themselves who would have to
disappear after losing one chance.

Jealousy towards a talent that
shone so brightly it couldn’t be denied.

Moreover, it was jealousy
towards the one monopolising the attention of the two individuals
they admired and longed to be close to, Phoebe and Luca.

In the Academy, most commoners
stick closely together. They have to, to survive against the nobles.

One of the most actively
discussed topics within the broad commoner community, spanning all
grades, was about the Saint.

“Don’t you think the
Saint seems to favour Lucy Allen a bit too much these days?”

The impact of just one
person’s comment was never insignificant.

The commoners at the Academy
are aware.

They know that, even though
she is called the noble and pure Saint, she’s still just a human
being.

Forcing her to love everyone
equally would be cruel.

If they truly cared for
Phoebe, they should wish for her happiness in whatever choice she
made.

Yet, knowing this in their
minds and feeling it in their hearts are entirely different matters.

The Saint rebuked anyone who
spoke ill of Lucy Allen.

‘That was understandable.’

The Saint dined with Lucy
Allen.

‘That was…
understandable.’

They trained together.

‘Maybe the Saint is
favouring Lucy Allen a bit too much…’

She went out to the street
together.

‘Maybe the Saint…’

They delved into the dungeon
together.

‘Maybe…’

They enjoyed the festival
together, and she even defended Lucy Allen in front of the
influential figures present at the party.

‘She does.’

She declared that Lucy was her
friend.

Such was Lucy Allen.

Someone the Saint clearly
cherished.

An individual who couldn’t
help but appear unpleasant in the eyes of the commoners.

How could people not regard
Lucy Allen poorly when Luca reached out to her?

“Why should I listen to a
lowly professor like you? I don’t want to.”

Her response to Luca’s
suggestion was audacious.

A lowly professor. Rejecting a
proposal from someone who might be offering a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity by calling him lowly!

“Lady, could you please
reconsider? It’s a significant matter.”

Each of the commoners’ sharp
gazes bore a name. It was jealousy, hatred, hostility, and
resentment.

It was the indignation of
losing even the smallest things to someone who was given everything
from birth.

[Master’s grace is like the
sky]

[Clear all the trials given by
Luca, the young professor of the Academy!]

[Reward : ???]

[If you fail: GAME OVER]

You sloppy lord! You bastard!

You’re retaliating just
because I grumbled a bit earlier?!

Is this fair?!

Did I badmouth you for no
reason?! No! I criticised you because you deserved it!

If you had raised my
reputation in a favourable way, I wouldn’t have said anything!

The more I think about it, the
more unfair it feels.

Why do I have to endure your
strange antics, but get punished when I complain about you?

Is it because you’re a god?

Because you’re an absolute
being compared to humans, you think you can push me around?!

Just wait. One day, I’ll make
you regret making me your apostle and playing tricks on me.

“Lady Allen?”

I snapped back to reality as I
heard Luca’s voice while biting my lips.

“Have you reconsidered your
decision?”

Luca, you don’t understand.
Until just a moment ago, I was in control, but now I am just a
subordinate. Whatever you order as a trial, I have no choice but to
comply.

Of course, I don’t plan to
inform him.

If this lunatic knew, who
knows what he might make me do.

Maybe the Luca in this world
is like that sloppy Armadi, a pedophile pervert, and he might give me
a trial to wear a maid outfit and serve him.

Just like that sloppy Armadi
who, while being criticised, would spew nonsense like; I love the
Mesugaki maid who does everything I ask!

I know. I’m spouting crazy
stuff right now.

But if I don’t think about
nonsense like this, it’s too unbearable to handle!

‘Okay, Professor Luca.’

“Clinging desperately to a
young girl, are you? I thought you were just riffraff, but are you
actually a pedophile professor? Is your goal sexual harassment? Kyaa~
What a pervert~”

“…That is absolutely not
true, Lady Allen. I assure you.”

Seeing the sweat trickle down
Luca’s always composed face made me chuckle.

So that’s why Mesugaki acts…

No, calm down.

No matter how crazy it gets, I
can’t get sucked into it.

This is all part of that
sloppy God’s scheme!

Am I just going to do whatever
that guy wants?!

No way!

‘It’s a joke. I’ll follow
you.’

“I know. I was just
teasing you, and it’s funny how flustered you got. Is this what an
adult is? Pathetic. Well, fine. Since the pedo professor is so
desperate, I’ll go along.”

“Lady Allen, I am not a
pedo professor. I am Luca.”

I know that. But I can’t
call you that. If you don’t like it, get rid of my [Mesugaki]
skill.

Sigh.
Let’s think positively. Positively.

Right now, Luca sees great
potential in my talent. It’s clear from how desperately he’s
clinging to me.

So, if I play my cards right,
I might be able to steer the trials Luca gives me in the direction I
want. In a way that aids my growth.

In the game, I had to pray for
good quests, but this is reality, isn’t it?

I will become strong. Strong
enough to make the Sloppy Armadi panic and the Petty Evil God lose
his mind.

Then, I will storm into the
divine realm and see the face of that perverted bastard, the Sloppy
Armadi.

We all know what kind of face
a creep who does all sorts of twisted things would have, don’t we?

I’ll insult him right to his
face. I will watch as that disgusting and revolting creature’s face
turns red.

Absolutely!

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