episode_0075

The next day, as soon as I opened my eyes in the dorm, the events of yesterday came to mind vividly and I began to regret them for no reason.

Because I was buried in so much madness, I realized that I hadn’t done what I really needed to do.

I should have kept my sanity, but I was blaming my weakness for not being able to.

Then Peace, noticing my emotional turmoil, spoke to me.

[Do you regret what happened yesterday?]

‘To be honest, I feel a little sorry.’

[Tell me, what is on your mind the most?]

Waves of regret were slowly eating away at my heart.

In the midst of the oncoming waves, I barely managed to hold on so as not to lose myself. That was all I could do.

He cried out to Peace with all his emotions.

‘When we burned the president, we didn’t boil oden soup on the fire.’

[Fuck, then you are like that!! This body I was waiting for is a cripple!!]

‘But it is a necessary process to become a true hero.’

Think about it.

What would have happened if I had made oden soup?

‘If that were the case, would this novel also become a new novel?’

[Please, stop making that ‘dog’s’ sound out of that mouth!!]

Curious about the aftermath of yesterday’s events, I turned on my phone and logged onto the Academy’s anonymous bulletin board.

The Academy anonymous bulletin board, which had been turned off for a while.

There was a frenzy of posts going up there at the moment.

Although the beacon fire wishing for a rise died down yesterday, the flames of the anonymous bulletin board were not extinguished at all and were still burning brightly.

[Even if this novel drifts towards BL, it will burn less than this.]

‘Please stop talking nonsense. This novel doesn’t even show anything in the first place.’

Most of the articles were mocking or denouncing the coin-buying scam, with pictures of clowns.

Occasionally, disgusting pictures are uploaded that make you wonder why such things exist in the world.

Of course, since it was a post that did not fit the bulletin board’s sentiment, it was inevitable that it would be deleted in an instant.

Nevertheless, numerous posts were uploaded and deleted repeatedly.

Like the tides of the sea.

[It must be hard work to manage an anonymous bulletin board like this.]

‘It’ll be hard, but it’ll be doable. All these people are high earners.’

Although it is an anonymous bulletin board, there is someone who manages it.

One absolute being, marked in orange. And an administrator, marked in blue.

Many users on the bulletin board ridicule or despise them using various words.

Armband. Slave. Snap. Snap, etc.

However, it is already a public fact that the absolute ruler and the manager are highly paid.

Ultimately, it is because we envy and are jealous of them that we use such derogatory terms.

A mere petty and childish act of self-consolation.

That’s all.

When I told them their salaries, Peace responded by saying it was ridiculous.

[Even if you manage a bulletin board full of chaos, are you really getting paid that much?]

‘Otherwise, why would you be on the bulletin board 24 hours a day?’

[Now that I hear it, I guess you’re right. Of course, I can’t do something like this for free.]

‘You’re doing this for free? Please, make sense.’

[This body was too short-sighted. I’m sorry.]

He cut off Peace’s question like a knife and put his cell phone in his pocket.

And since it was still the weekend, I called Hyeji and went back to the unmanned concept guild.

Even though I am restricted from entering, how can I stop Hyeji?

Ignoring those who were watching him, he started looking for Jeong Ah-yeon there.

Not long after, he discovered Jeong A-yeon and suggested that she do the job together.

“I’m busy, so leave me alone.”

“……It’s not because of the request, I’m just busy with chores.”

“This is also part of the practice.”

Currently, Jeong Ah-yeon is diligently cleaning the giant Cheonma statue by herself.

“Please tell me how to clean the statue of the baby Cheonma.”

“Shinwoo, I want to do some target practice with that rifle.”

“Hyeji, don’t act like a kid anymore.”

“Still, Confucius was definitely a human being. He knew how to distinguish between right and wrong.”

Hyeji showed a gloomy expression. Jeong Ayeon showed an expression of admiration.

of course.

“I’m an adult now, so I should use a .50 caliber gun.”

“I see!”

“Don’t do that! In the end, it’s you who’s being teased!”

But that expression changed in an instant.

Hyeji with a happy expression. Jeong Ayeon with a look of begging to be saved.

Judging from the number above Jeong Ah-yeon’s head, who was earnestly trying to stop Hye-ji, it seemed like it had gone up by one.

Perhaps in the future before the regression, Hyeji actually broke the statue.

In the unmanned concept guild, a beautiful culture called Naerigalgeum still remains.

Interestingly, the culture of going downhill is not about rank, but rather prioritizes the length of time a guild member has been in the guild.

Because of that, it was an unmanned concept guild that stagnated without any inflow, like the Iron Fist.

But suddenly, Jeong A-yeon came under them, offering to be their voluntary slave.

This is a dog carrying soybean paste. This is a duck carrying green onions. This is a research student coming to do an integrated doctoral program.

It’s no different from them.

So, currently, Jeong Ah-yeon, despite being a real person, was happily getting her joints exposed by the kids.

“Shinwoo, are you going to leave that alone?”

“Let them enjoy it.”

Hyeji and I left the unmanned concept guild, leaving Jeong Ah-yeon behind.

***

For a while, life at the academy was just a repetition of the same routine.

On weekdays, I attended classes and worked as a supervisor at the student cafeteria.

Occasionally, professors who sneaked into the student cafeteria would be arrested and have their hair shaved, regardless of gender.

‘If you have hair on your conscience, you should get rid of the hair on the outside too.’

[…Just kill me, please.]

‘How can you kill someone so carelessly? I wouldn’t be able to do that.’

However, I didn’t push everything, I just pushed the middle part in good faith.

Isn’t that enough, since you left the rest?

For people, hair will grow someday.

And on weekends, Hyeji and I would travel to other guilds and carry out requests.

Jeong Ah-yeon was already clocking in at the unmanned concept guild, so I didn’t pick her up anymore.

In Elsia’s case, they said that they couldn’t party together because the tier difference was too big.

In the end, Hyeji and I had no choice but to carry out the request alone.

Carrying out the request with Hyeji wasn’t a bad thing, and rather, it could be seen as a good thing.

but,

“Sorry, but our guild has no more subjugation requests.”

Hyeji’s power was too great.

In many ways, too.

Of course, each guild had many requests prepared for the academy students, and among them, there were quite a few requests for subjugation.

But at most, it’s a request for academy students.

He was not up to par with Hyeji.

[……Wasn’t Hyeji a supporter at first?]

‘Let’s consider aircraft carriers as tools too.’

Carrying out commissions not only gave me results, but also allowed me to earn a little extra money.

The place Hyeji swept through was full of ashes and monster flesh, so she packed them up and sold them to the guild.

The guild didn’t always want to buy, but it wasn’t a big problem.

“We cannot purchase this type of trash.”

“Please, Hyeji.”

Because whenever Hyeji tried to persuade them sincerely and earnestly, the guild would buy them without fail.

I couldn’t use it because they deposited the money directly into my account, but I still felt good seeing my bankbook growing.

‘It’s so easy to solve with just persuasion. It’s good that there are many people in the guild that I can communicate with.’

[……To give such a defective product… What makes you different from Yongpal!]

‘At least they won’t process returns just because the price went up.’

Although it was not highly rated due to the destruction of environmental factors.

Still, a performance is a performance.

Small achievement for one request.

Then, you just have to complete the request until you achieve great results.

With this idea in mind, we carried out all of our commissions in a single-source manner.

In some ways, the phenomenon of supply not keeping up with demand is a natural one.

As a result, we moved from one guild to another every weekend, carrying out all the subjugation requests.

[Do you have a conscience? Us? Isn’t Hyeji doing it all by herself?]

‘Just getting them on our side is enough.’

[……Well, it’s fortunate that they’re on our side.]

‘Ellen Chewbacca, go ahead and level the ground. We have Hyeji.’

There were some points to note.

The number of subjugation requests completed is too high. The time required is too short. The number of people is small compared to the number of people completed.

Suspicions were raised that several people were carrying out the work and pushing the results.

Eventually, to confirm this, guild members personally followed along and monitored the execution of the request.

And they regretted it.

A sea of fire unfolded, and the sound of countless gunshots and the screams of monsters that accompanied them struck their ears directly.

At the same time, the monster that met Hyeji transformed into a lump of meat that had been a monster.

Fast or slow.

The massacre left the guards with severe PTSD.

So much so that I tremble just hearing the sound of firecrackers.

Some even quit being hunters and joined the Monster Human Rights Association, feeling sorry for the monsters.

As a result, we were able to gain recognition that our achievements were not false.

The guild lost several members, though.

Thanks to that, we were able to travel leisurely without any problems.

It was like an ecosystem.

The sight of a mad whale eating an entire krill named Request.

Along with a single barnacle parasitized by the whale.

“You little shit, it seems like the way I’m being treated is getting weirder and weirder?”

“……No, it’s no different than the first time.”

“Oh, really? I heard something.”

‘Is she crazy, really?’

[That’s not for you to say.]