As soon as we returned after the promotion match, Hyeji said she would go first with a gloomy expression and went back to the dormitory.

    I called him but he didn’t answer, and even though I sent him a few messages, the number 1 didn’t disappear from the chat room.

    I even gave her a call while I was at it.

    – “Don’t come looking for me. It’s all shit.”

    I was scared so I didn’t contact him anymore.

    Elsia said she would go to the Great Forest with her escort elves over the weekend to manage public sentiment.

    By elimination, the only one left is Jeong Ah-yeon.

    When I contacted Jeong Ah-yeon, I thought she would be in the unmanned concept guild, but she said she was in the academy, so I quickly called her over.

    So now.

    “Jeong Ah-yeon, shouldn’t you be going to the guild and cleaning the statue?”

    “My wife took a vacation this weekend.”

    “……It’s the weekend, what the hell is this vacation? ”

    [Working on weekends? That kid has the makings of a research student!]

    ‘The professor’s blood seems to be boiling, and I’m going to do HAL gaslighting for the third day in a row.’

    [I’m sorry! Please don’t do that!]

    At that moment, the research student came to mind.

    Because we definitely needed to meet sooner or later.

    Anyway, since Jeong A-yeon came, I told her what was going on.

    “That’s great. Buy me something to eat.”

    “……If you’re going to talk nonsense, I’ll go back.”

    “Oh my, did I accidentally take a picture of someone vomiting?”

    “May I have the honor of treating you to a meal? Please.”

    In an instant, Jeong A-yeon and I’s offense and defense were reversed.

    I blocked Jeong Ah-yeon’s hand from trying to steal my phone and leisurely moved towards the restaurant.

    On the way, several new posters appear on the bulletin board in the school.

    I pointed to it with my hand and asked Jeong A-yeon.

    “What is that?”

    “Heh. You’re so ignorant that I’m worried about the future.”

    “Is there any space left here to print out a photo and paste it?”

    “It’s the student body president election period.”

    ‘Where the hell are you bastards talking?’

    [You little devil…]

    Even for an election period, there are a considerable number of applicants.

    I wondered why that was so, so I asked Jeong A-yeon again.

    “Why did you apply for it so much?”

    “Confucius really doesn’t seem to know anything.”

    “Oh my! There’s a video too?”

    “When on earth was this video taken!!”

    A brief explanation from Jeong Ah-yeon follows.

    Soon, the Academy will be electing a student body president who will serve for one year.

    Although the grade level does not matter, most first-year students who will be moving up to second-year students apply.

    Because I was busy preparing for job interviews during my third year.

    Lastly, Jeong Ah-yeon said that the voters are students, faculty, and staff who are treated as people under the Labor Standards Act.

    […Doesn’t the novel’s serialization period overlap with the election season?]

    ‘Kim Shin-woo does it.’

    [This is a violation of election law!!!!!]

    “It’s not like it’s anything special, is it?”

    “Contrary to popular belief, once elected, the student body president has absolute power.”

    “Should I apply too?”

    “Stop it. You have nothing special to show off.”

    Student body president.

    Omnipotent power.

    But it is not yet time.

    Before turning away again, I looked at the election posters and muttered quietly.

    “Next time baby.”

    […If you say that line, isn’t there a high probability that you won’t have another chance?]

    ‘Agari.’

    ***

    the next day.

    Today, I had to go somewhere urgently, so I was traveling alone.

    This time, no one came with them.

    Because it was purely for my own goals.

    okay.

    I was on my way to the research building today.

    Today is Sunday.

    A day when there are no professors and only research students come to work.

    It is also a day when only master’s degree students come to work.

    My goal was to meet those students today.

    [What are you going to do?]

    ‘It’s for underwater work.’

    Since I was dragged around by Professor Pil-Yong at the beginning of my freshman year anyway, I now knew the locations of the professors’ research buildings.

    First of all, Professor Pil-Yong’s research building.

    Certainly, there were a lot of students moving around in there.

    When I appeared, everyone stared at me with wide eyes, and when they naturally tried to bring their ability readers, I stopped them.

    “Are all of you here master’s degree students?”

    “……Yes.”

    Just in case, I also prepared detailed questions to check if they were master’s degree students.

    “What is a professor?”

    ” Sons.

    “What about the doctor?”

    ” Chew.

    It was perfect.

    I took a moment to catch my breath and then started to start the engine.

    “Research students, thank you for your hard work on Sunday.”

    “What is your purpose?”

    “Let me get straight to the point.”

    I spoke to the students again, feeling the texture of the paper in my arms.

    “Do you think that research students are treated fairly?”

    “……What if that’s not the case?”

    “How about we make sure you get the treatment you deserve?”

    “What would you like to say?”

    “For example, are they treated as ‘persons’ under the law?”

    At that moment, a small desire began to appear in the eyes of the dying students.

    It was a candle that looked like it would go out at any moment.

    What’s important is that the spark has been rekindled.

    Of course, it doesn’t look like he completely trusts me.

    “Do you think a mere student can do it?”

    “I can’t do it alone.”

    “Then don’t give me false hope.”

    “But what if I’m not alone?”

    “…Huh?”

    Instead of answering, I took out a piece of paper from my bosom.

    That paper is the one that was received as a bloodletting from Cheonma in exchange for the address of Mr. Kang Hyuk’s house.

    The content is, of course, to drastically improve the poor treatment of research students.

    I carefully handed the paper over to the researcher.

    The students who received the paper with half-believing and half-doubting looks gathered together and began to read the paper slowly.

    It didn’t take long for their eyes to blossom from a small candle into a giant forest fire.

    The eyes of someone who discovered an oasis far away in the desert while dying.

    At the same time, it’s like being trapped on a deserted island and watching a passing ship.

    Because it was in despair, hope was so beautiful and sweet.

    Especially, the more likely that hope is to be realized.

    The students kneel down and hand me the paper, as if handing me a holy relic.

    There were no more dying students.

    Instead, what you see is a ember slowly rising from the ashes.

    In other words.

    It was the appearance of a ‘person’ who slowly began to rise up in the midst of hardship.

    “Shinwoo, do you think it’s possible?”

    “Honestly, I think it’s a bit difficult with just Cheonma-nim.”

    “……Is that so.”

    Once again, gloom began to spread among the students.

    Didn’t they say that it’s more evil to give hope and then take it away than to continue to be in despair?

    I felt more depressed than before and was on the verge of despair.

    Until I continue my speech.

    “But what if it has the signature of an Academy official?”

    “Are you talking about us?”

    “What if there are signatures from not only you, but also from some fairly high-ranking people?”

    “Ohhhh…….”

    “What if there was help from a national official there?”

    “Savior…”

    The students began to shed tears of hope.

    I handed another piece of paper to those students.

    This is the paper that will be used to collect the students’ signatures.

    While the students were busy signing, Peace spoke to me.

    [Who will you ask for help when none of the professors will help you?]

    ‘That’s decided.’

    That old man.

    At the last professor’s meeting, the dog was taken away.

    Aiming for the chairmanship.

    […wasn’t that person’s seat in the first place?]

    ‘The first one to sit is the owner.’

    Before I knew it, the students had finished signing and handed me the papers.

    I gave them some precautions in case something unexpected happened.

    “Even if it doesn’t happen right away, I’ll try to do it within a year.”

    “Okay!”

    “Just in case, please keep this information a secret.”

    “Of course!”

    One of the people at the center of the group of researchers spoke to me.

    “Is there anything else you need?”

    “Not right now, but later when you become a ‘human’, I will ask you to do it then.”

    “Take a look!”

    I left Professor Pil-Yong’s research building, receiving a 90-degree bow from the research students.

    Now it’s time to visit the rest of the professors’ research buildings.

    I started visiting all the research buildings.

    Like going to a holy place.

    Reverently and calmly.

    It was almost like the appearance of a pilgrim.

    ***

    I was able to obtain signatures from numerous researchers.

    Although at first, he looked wary of me just like before.

    But at the words of the Messiah, tears of emotion were shed.

    It was truly a sight to behold.

    Even though I visited early in the morning, there were so many research buildings that it was already starting to get dark by the time I returned to the dormitory.

    Of course, the research center’s lights were not turned off.

    [Your Majesty, do you not need the signatures of the doctoral students?]

    ‘That’s rather poisonous.’

    Research students in the doctoral program have the potential to become professors.

    A single-minded person with evil intentions who seeks to use students who are not recognized as human beings.

    Something that can evolve into a butterflied professor in an instant.

    Moreover, even though the researchers are not enough to stick together, they also exploit the master’s course researchers whenever they get the chance.

    So if they knew what was going on today, there’s a high chance they’d cause trouble or be uncooperative.

    That’s something my Professor Slayer will never tolerate.

    I returned to the dormitory and carefully put away the signed papers.

    Then Peace questioned me again.

    [But would it be of any help to you to liberate the students?]

    ‘Not right now, but it’s absolutely necessary.’

    Martin Luther King.

    You had a dream too.

    I have a dream too.

    Breaking the Academy.

    The first is to secure evidence against the president.

    The second is the liberation of the exploitative forces.

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