episode_0004

I shivered as I glanced at the stats of that punk for a moment and came to a conclusion.

“There’s no answer.”

No matter how you look at it, this guy truly had no answer.

How could someone’s stats be plastered with an F?

Among them, I gazed at the lowest stat of all – Magic Power.

Magic Power: F-

Wow!

Magic Power is an F-!

I realized why I couldn’t tear through the arrogance with transcendent-grade Pama Power.

Isn’t this like trying to move a Lamborghini by pedaling?

Instead, I praised Pama’s power for still channeling arrogance in this state.

[Pama’s Power (Transcendent) did its best, sighs.]

Well done, indeed.

I nodded my head, feeling the somewhat deflated Pama Power.

It must have been tough.

After briefly admiring Pama’s efforts, I fell into contemplation once more.

“Status Window”

[Vihan Phon Adelheid]

[14]

[Stats]

Strength: F

Agility: E

Endurance: F-

Willpower: S+

Magic Power: F-

[Traits]

[Pama (破魔) Power (Transcendent)]

[Arrogance (@#!#@···)]

“Wow.”

Truly, these are devastating stats upon revisiting.

No matter how you look at it, these aren’t stats for the Martial Arts Department, yet how did this guy end up here?

Could it be that the postscript sent by the disgruntled author was taken seriously?

Nah, that couldn’t be it.

While a regular academy might not know, the Imperial Academy wouldn’t entertain such complaints.

I pondered and pondered.

How to enter the Martial Arts Department with these stats, not the Miscellaneous Studies department.

If it were me, it’s possible.

There are several ways to do it.

However, it would involve a staggering amount of money, taking a few lives, or clearing several dungeons.

Sacrificing a bit of life should suffice.

But this guy isn’t like that, is he?

Without a doubt, he can’t use such methods.

Maybe he’ll just suck up to me, beg his wealthy parents for expensive artifacts, and take the exam next year?

As I contemplated, the beings within me revealed the method Vihan Phon Adelheid had used.

[Pama’s Power senses the aura of malice and growls.]

[In the deepest arrogance, it impresses its mark.]

-Thud

The reaction of the beings within me.

At the sound of the window opening beside me, I turned my head and nodded.

“…Vihan Phon Adelheid, is that you?”

Ah, so this is it?

“Perhaps you desire ‘Strength’?”

Vihan, the way you entered the academy.

Emerging through the open window without any hindrance was the Black Robed figure.

Probably, no, definitely this guy is…

“Have you ever thought this world is unfair?”

A Dark Mage.

…

Those who reject the nature of the world and present a new one.

Those who drive out the false gods claiming to protect everyone from above and establish true gods.

Known to some, this secretive organization is labeled as a heinous heresy by the church, ready to crush heads with questionless answers upon meeting.

Roedain, the Dark Mage affiliated with , looked down at the boy before him with a joyful smile.

Rumors have spread.

Vihan Phon Adelheid.

Having exceptional qualities and talents one after another, the Adelheid’s numerical values.

Swordsmanship, magic, knowledge, demeanor…

He harbored inferiority towards his outstanding younger sibling who excelled in everything.

Despite being called the pride of Adelheid, upon learning about his rejection after applying to the academy, Roedain immediately set his plans in motion.

How to persuade the boy.

What to tempt him with.

How to indoctrinate the boy.

It may be just one boy, but this mission was quite crucial.

Though known as Adelheid’s pride, he still receives love from the Adelheid couple.

Adelheid is a prestigious name making waves in the West.

They lack neither capital, connections, nor power.

If they could convert the eldest son of that family into their follower, ultimately seizing control of the Adelheid lineage?

The West would practically be in their hands.

With that, when they fight against false gods and purify the world, he would be a great asset.

Therefore, Rodein pondered ways to reform the boy while hiding his body, and pushed open the window of the boy’s room.

Upon seeing the boy, he cheered inwardly.

His face was so flushed that his blood vessels seemed about to burst, eyes wide with a crazed look.

Disheveled hair.

Trembling hands and feet.

It was the sight of someone despairing against the falseness of the world and its unfairness.

Could it be that in my room’s center, one could suffer such unbearable agony to end up like this?

Observing that figure, Rodein felt pleased internally and went straight to the point.

This world is unjust.

A new order must be established.

I want to extend my hand to you as well.

Those who knew Rodein always warned others around him to be cautious.

He’s not sweet like a devil.

Rather, he’s devilish because he’s sweet.

That’s why Rodein’s words were always as sweet as they needed to be.

…

I looked at the cultist speaking heretical remarks about rectifying the world’s unfairness and establishing order through black magic.

“The world labels dark magic as evil. But who decided that? Why? Because it harms people? Then what about fire magic? Lightning magic?…”

Man, this person talks a lot.

Attempting to portray themselves as victims and trying to blur the lines using black-and-white logic was their specialty, whether in games or here.

I observed the opponent passionately speaking to me.

A very ordinary appearance with a faint scar on the left eyebrow.

A staff engraved with hexagonal patterns at the waist.

Slightly twisted joint of the pinky finger on the left hand.

Examining these subtle features, I made my judgment.

“Rodein, the Honey-Tongued.”

As a mid-boss, he manipulates people, sacrifices them to summon demons, and turns friends and acquaintances into enemies with his honeyed words.

Looking at that deceitful tongue, he harms his opponents with sweet words, known as honey-tongued.

Until Chapter 2, many newcomers thought it was a hopeful story at a reasonable difficulty level, only to have their expectations shattered by a sudden shift in the work’s atmosphere.

Certainly, those who were laughing yesterday after finishing Chapter 2 might find themselves bewildered the next day, saying, “What’s wrong with Rodein? Is this a bad ending route? Why does it keep happening?,” eventually pleading, “Please let us change…,” “Please provide a strategy to stop this bastard from using students as shields…”

I tried my best to reduce the number of student shields, but couldn’t eliminate them completely.

It’s truly a crazy game, I tell you.

One of the scariest things about that guy in the game is how genuinely he makes you believe in his convictions.

Even those who can sense sincerity fell for his tricks.

People who met tragic ends because of him… sigh.

Thinking back, I couldn’t forgive myself for turning the jam man from the bakery into a sacrifice.

I was really curious about that man’s story.

He was now vigorously arguing with me to persuade me with that tongue of his.

Understanding my grievances, he sincerely asked if we could change the world together.

If it had been the original Vihani, he might have fallen for it.

Being an Adelheidian with a talented younger sister, he harbored feelings of inferiority, unlike me.

For him, denying the premise that effort leads to success was more comforting.

In truth, his words weren’t entirely wrong.

Because this world is indeed unfair.

When someone takes one step forward with great effort, another whistles and takes three steps.

While someone endures a day, another mindlessly lets a year slip by.

It’s common for a student who spent a year in the academy to easily surpass a mercenary who has rolled in the field for ten years.

Talent is just like that.

Money.

Talent.

Social status.

There’s so much unfairness in the world.

In that sense, his words were not entirely incorrect.

“Alright, how about it, Bi Han Phonaldehyde? Won’t you join us in our grand scheme?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Fine, I knew you’d say that! …What did you say?”

“I said no.”

“..Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”

“I do.”

Seemingly shocked by my words, Rodein grimaced before composing himself and asking me, “Alright… Seems like you’ve been greatly shocked. You can’t make a proper judgment yet.”

“…”

“Let’s ask anyway. Why don’t you want to? Don’t you dislike your own younger sister too? It’s the unfair world we live in, after all.”

With either anger or trembling hands, Rodein, drying his face with a thin towel, threw a question at me.

In response, I chuckled fiercely and replied, “Because I dislike communists.”

“…What?”

“I said I dislike communists.”

I come from a democratic background.

A society where everyone is fair and equal.

Isn’t that socialism?

Well, if not,

Honestly, I just don’t like you.

Facing the bewildered Rodein, I stirred up the energy within me.

[Empowered by Parma’s Might (Transcendence), I rise expecting the slaughter of evil.]

[Arrogance gleams in anticipation of the foolish and base slaughter of evil.]

“Have you said all you wanted to say?”

In that case, let’s go.

Come on, let’s go~

[Empowered by Parma’s Might (Transcendence), shouts ‘Let’s go!’ with a resounding voice.]

With a white aura enveloping my hand, I hurled myself forward.