episode_0023

Albert Graham, dean of Haylem National Academy, was signing papers mechanically, as he always did.

[Notice of Death of Apprentice Agent]

[Request for support for Danube border zone]

[Rebel search report]

[Draft for securing educational materials and supplies]

[1st quarter supply budget plan]

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His hand, which was checking numbers and signing in a flowing manner, paused for a moment when he saw a document.

[Telos administration reaction and results report – Minho Moralis]

It was a report on Minho, an experimental subject sent by the Moralis Laboratory to be used at the Academy instead of being discarded.

Graham recalled the moment she first met him.

Unusually, the test subject came to the academy alone with only an official document.

Unlike most human test subjects who react violently and attempt to escape when there is no control person present, Minho appeared to be quite obedient due to the training he received.

Of course, on the first day, he acted unexpectedly and killed his roommate…

Since the roommate was a subversive in the first place, it can be seen that he had more than average loyalty to the government.

It also passed the just-in-case test with flying colours.

No matter how much EDP-427 has been consumed, an ordinary person usually has a moment of hesitation when handed a pistol to kill someone.

However, Minho took the pistol and fired one bullet into each of the prisoners without the slightest hesitation. The bullets fired almost in rapid succession hit accurately. Graham was very impressed with him.

‘In most cases, physically enhanced test subjects were unable to control their physical strength.’

It is a common side effect of forced biological experimentation and brainwashing education. Some test subjects also developed symptoms such as reduced intelligence, so they were often used as meat shields.

However, Minho’s accuracy did not drop even when he fired the pistol. It meant being able to control one’s body to the extreme.

In other words, Minho is a fairly successful test case.

‘I don’t know why such a test subject was sent to the Academy, but since I received it, I will use it well.’

The report states that Minho gained the ability of the fire element.

The elemental ability is simple, but it is a useful ability that can be used in a variety of ways depending on the application.

‘And there’s a fire…’

It can be useful in situations where force is needed.

Suddenly, Graham felt that it was a waste to use Minho like this.

Originally, I planned to use it as a meat shield after completing basic training, but even if I think about it, the performance was excellent for such use.

Consuming it that way is enough even after problems arise due to its longevity.

‘It’s been a while since I found a useful guy.’

Graham stood up and walked out of the dean’s office.

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I managed to overcome the urge to kill my superiors and moved to the classroom to receive education.

‘Are you finally learning Alvaroi’s fighting skills?’

When I entered the classroom with my heart pounding, students were standing like mannequins, looking at the podium.

And on the podium, the Dean stands behind him…

‘dean?!’

For some reason, ever since I came to the academy, I keep getting involved with that old guy.

At the sound of the door opening, I turned around and made eye contact with him.

“It’s late.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Although I came in on time, I pretend to roughly agree with the Dean’s words.

I noticed it and took a seat in an empty seat.

“Today, I will be teaching the lecture myself instead of Instructor Clayton.”

It seemed that one of the instructors standing behind the dean was Instructor Clayton. The dean paused for a moment, then stretched out his finger and pointed at me.

“Excluding Minho Moralis over there, you all received Telos a week ago and learned how to use your supernatural abilities.”

I awakened my abilities just this morning, but these guys must have already made progress. The dean continued to talk as if he had no intention of giving me any supplementary classes.

“Today, we will learn the Alvaroi fighting technique, which is the pride of our academy. You there, why do we have to learn Alvaroi’s fighting techniques?”

“To become stronger.”

The student standing in front responded to his instructions. The dean shook his head. It was a reaction that seemed like they weren’t expecting a correct answer in the first place.

“It is not wrong. If you learn Alvaroi’s fighting skills, you will eventually become stronger. But the ultimate goal is to save resources.”

‘What do you mean?’

“Agents are always in a minority position. The rebels we have to deal with are endlessly attacking their babies like rats. If we simply throw around abilities and bullets, we’ll tire ourselves out before we can eliminate them all.”

After listening carefully, I found that there wasn’t anything wrong with it.

Even in the original work, the agents always worked in teams of two and dealt with multiple rebels.

However, due to differences in abilities and combat power, in most cases, the rebels were brutally killed.

That’s right, no matter how much the budget is cut, it is natural that there is a difference in the military power of the agents who receive support from the state and the rebels who are working hard and working tirelessly.

“In that sense, Alvaroi’s fighting techniques are a means to achieve the best results with limited resources. If you can save one bullet or one ability, you can use that power to break the heads of more rebels.”

Is it ultimately a matter of budget and manpower?

The purpose of Alvaroi’s fighting technique, which is described as the strongest fighting method in the original worldview, was to produce that salty smell.

As expected, this country sucked.

I’ll either rise to a high-ranking position and suck the honey, or I’ll have to turn it around.

While I was thinking about something else, the dean had Instructor Clayton stand in front of me.

“There you, you, and you. Please come forward.”

Following the dean’s instructions, the three students standing in the front row stepped forward.

“From now on, we will begin 1-on-3 sparring with instructor Clayton. Everyone take five steps back.”

The dean suddenly orders a sparring match inside the classroom. The students stepped back without raising any questions.

“The use of supernatural abilities is permitted during sparring. Let’s do our best to defeat Instructor Clayton.”

Tadat

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As soon as the dean spoke, the students kicked up the floor and ran towards the instructor.

The guy with the awl coming out of his fist was the first to attack the instructor’s face.

In a natural motion, the instructor threw his fist towards the sharp-toothed student approaching from the side.

Crunchy soup

While he separated the two from the battle for a moment, another student approached from behind without making a sound and brandished a military knife drawn from his waist. Seeing as there was no sound of footsteps at all, it seemed like that was also a supernatural ability.

Shaakㅡ

A surprise attack of remorse split the air, and the instructor, who had already lowered his posture, stood up explosively and delivered a blow to the solar plexus.

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“Wow……”

The two students, who belatedly returned to the fight, aimed at the instructor’s back, but the sparring ended with them both getting punched in the solar plexus and rolling around on the floor.

The dean left the students who were out of their minds and spoke.

“Instructor Clayton did not use his abilities. Despite this, I defeated the three of you who used your supernatural abilities without breaking a sweat. If they were enemies, he would be able to annihilate everyone in this classroom by himself.”

‘Yes, this is it!’

My heart, which had cooled for a moment, starts pounding at the words of the ambitious dean.

“Then, from now on, we will start sparring with the students next to us. The use of supernatural abilities is prohibited during sparring between students.”

Following his instructions, the students dispersed to find sparring partners. Instructors also moved to control students.

I also grabbed hold of the guy next to me and moved around.

“Start!”

At the dean’s signal, the sparring begins.

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My opponent, a student, approached me with flashy steps, as if he had learned martial arts separately.

When he got a little closer, I suddenly punched him in the chest.

Well

“Keuheook……”

I probably didn’t expect an attack to come out of nowhere, so I raised my guard with both arms, but my fist broke both of his arms and he flew backwards, rolling on the floor.

“Stop sparring.”

Seeing that, the instructor next to him stopped the sparring.

Before I knew it, the dean who was far away approached me and spoke.

“……Minho Moralis will spar with the instructor from now on.”

It wasn’t bad news for me.

Rather than learning verbally from an instructor while arguing with students, it will be faster to learn through sparring, such as one-on-one tutoring.

Eventually I was able to get a private tutor to learn Alvaroi fighting techniques.

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Dean Graham was lost in thought as he watched Minho begin to spar with the instructor.

The dean thought that Minho Moralis would understand the meaning of the sparring that limited his abilities and deal with him appropriately.

It’s a sparring match where people compete without injuring each other.

However, contrary to his expectations, Minho crushed both of his classmate’s arms without a moment’s hesitation, just as he killed his roommate and executed a prisoner.

He slightly revised his assessment of Minho Moralis.

‘Compared to his physical strength, his intelligence… seems to be a bit lacking. Is this also a side effect of the experiment?’