episode_0142

The final exams for the second semester have begun.

The final exam of the school year, taken before the end of the year.

Because it is an important test that measures how you have grown over the year, new test subjects that were not included in the midterm exam were added.

Individual and group competitions.

As you may know by just hearing the name, it is a test where scores are scored by competing one-on-one and team-to-team.

I’ll skip the team competition since it’s a match between the teams that are currently in place.

Peer-to-peer competition is a test in which students with similar scores form a group and then spar one-on-one with a randomly assigned opponent… .

“If you catch the wrong person, it will be over.”

I think there might be a bit of luck involved here.

For example, what if I, whose position is classified as a wizard, meet an opponent whose position is an assassin?

In general, wizards and assassins are known to be the most elite professions.

Assassins who quickly catch up with their opponents and wizards who need time to manifest their magic.

You can picture a picture just by looking at it.

“They say winning and losing have no effect on the score… .”

The school is also aware that the compatibility of each position is sharply different, so they have made it clear that wins and losses have no effect on scoring.

The evaluation will depend on the content of the game.

In other words, if a wizard can hold out well against an assassin, he will get a high score, and if the assassin has an advantage in terms of compatibility but fails to end the match quickly, he will get a correspondingly lower score.

But even this is ambiguous.

That example is literally an example of a wizard easily holding up against an assassin.

What if you fail to use the correct magic and end up giving your head to an assassin?

Since there is nothing to evaluate, you will only get the minimum score.

If you think about it this way, the scale itself is already slightly tilted to one side.

“Well, it has nothing to do with me.”

It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s a tilted playground or a flat playground.

Why?

Because I’m flying.

The only ones who are affected by the slope of the playground are those who have to run hard on it.

Isn’t this something that doesn’t really matter to people who are flying without their feet on the ground?

It is said that the opponent for a face-to-face match is notified three days before the start of the sparring match, and that day is today.

“If you wait, it will come.”

Thinking that it would come when the time was right, I visited the private practice room again today as usual.

Normally, I would have gone straight into the practice room.

“I was charged 880,000 won.”

“Oh, yes.”

… Before going in, I paid for the practice sword I used last time.

They tried to repair it if possible, but it was so completely destroyed that the only solution was replacement.

Since it was 100% my fault, I paid on the spot without saying anything.

“Oh, and this… .”

After paying, the practice room equipment manager handed me an item wrapped in a white cloth.

I lifted the cloth for some reason… .

The handle of the sword is lying around.

“I sent it in for repairs and they said the only part that was restored was the handle… .”

“ah.”

therefore… , Since I paid for the practice sword, I guess I should at least take the handle that was saved.

If you think about it, the ownership of the broken sword was transferred to me after I paid the price, so I also have the authority to handle it, so it makes sense to take it over.

Why do I feel strangely bad?

A little while ago, I felt like I was compensating for what I broke, but now that I have received this, it feels like I paid 880,000 won for a useless item.

“If you don’t need it, we can handle it…” .”

He glanced down at the handle resting on his palm and then shook his head.

“No, I’ll just take care of it myself.”

It’s a useless handle, but it has one use for me.

As a super omnivore slime, we would eat even this because it was so delicious.

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After finishing practice in time for dinner, I went back, had dinner with Shin Yu-jeong and Jeong-hee, and then returned to my room.

I’ve filled my stomach, now I have to fill my little one’s stomach too.

“Let’s have dinner, bastard!”

Jump, jump, jump!

It’s a surprise that jumps and jumps in place as if it was waiting.

I took out the sword handle from my bag and placed it in front of the guy.

“Hehe! “This is food worth 880,000 won, you idiot.”

Of course, I can’t guarantee that it tastes good at 880,000 won.

Kkamsul is purring in front of the door handle.

“Eat quickly.”

As soon as my words fall, he jumps up and lands on the handle.

He was eating so many things that he got rid of it, so I gave him some training and from then on, he stopped eating anything unless I gave him an order.

The way they hold back their instincts in front of food and wait for my commands is amazing and cute… , I honestly doubt it.

“Isn’t this just slime in shape?”

Slime is known as a monster that moves based solely on instinct, but no matter how you look at it, it seems to have intelligence far exceeding the average.

Even that digestive ability is like that.

Jump!

On the subject of slime, does it make sense to melt and destroy a sword handle in just 30 seconds?

Even the acid slime from a B-class dungeon wouldn’t melt the sword that quickly.

“I guess I should look into it… .”

Nowadays, I raise it like a pet because it is small and cute, but if I dig deeper, there are more than one or two things that bother me.

I think they should catch me sometime and conduct some research.

At that moment, I was watching Kkumseul closely, jumping around around after filling his stomach.

Jiying-

A message has arrived.

The sender is… , school.

“Oh, that’s it.”

It looks like the opponent for the person-to-person match has been confirmed.

“Let’s see… .”

Open the message and check the other person’s basic information contained in the attached file.

“what.”

It’s a familiar face.

[Personnel match opponent information]

Name: Baek Ji-hoon

Age: 20

Position: Assassin

Baek Ji-hoon.

An assassin who had once been in a party with Shin Yu-jeong at the beginning of the second semester.

At first glance, he was a guy who made it clear that he liked Shin Yu-jeong, but he also disapproved of me.

“Wow, this is connected like this again.”

Because we didn’t have overlapping classes, we hadn’t seen each other for a while, so I had forgotten about him, but who would have imagined that we would end up hooked up again like this?

“Well, life is fun after all.”

I still didn’t like the look in his eyes last time, but I think I’ll give it a try this time.

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Baek Ji-hoon was one of countless people.

During orientation for first-year freshmen.

“Nice to meet you, guys! I’m Shin Yoo-jeong. “I wish you the best in the future!”

One of the many classmates and seniors who was captivated by the woman who proudly introduced herself with bright blonde hair.

The only thing that made him different from them was that he did not participate in the pouring out of confessions every day.

And, unlike the guys who were offended by her wild side, beating up seniors without hesitation, I think it actually made me grow to have deeper feelings for her.

Also, he took a different approach from the fire moths that jump into the fire without being able to hide their feelings.

“Shin Yu-jeong wins. “Thank you for your hard work, you can go down now.”

Shin Yu-jeong won an overwhelming victory against a warrior class with similar results.

He approached her holding a towel and cold water in both hands as if he had been waiting.

“congrats.”

“Oh, thank you.”

He smiled as he saw her casually accepting the water and towel.

Baek Ji-hoon decided that it would be better to be friends than to confess in an immature atmosphere.

So, as if I wasn’t particularly interested in her, I just distanced myself from her as if I were a same-sex friend… , the operation was successful.

By the end of the first semester, we had become so close that we would sit next to each other and laugh and talk whenever we took the same class.

So, I thought it wouldn’t be unreasonable to cross the line of being friends after a little while.

The second semester began with such a hopeful future in mind.

He faced a crisis right from the start.

The problem was a special student entering the magic department who suddenly appeared.

Shin Yu-jeong asked, quenching her thirst with the water Baek Ji-hoon gave her.

“Your opponent was Kim Do-jin, right?”

He responded with a brighter smile.

“That’s right.”

Then, Shin Yu-jeong looked a little dark and muttered in a low voice.

“This has become difficult… .”

The smile on Baek Ji-hoon’s mouth twisted slightly.

He thought she was worried about Kim Do-jin.

His position is an assassin.

For the wizard Kim Do-jin, he is literally a natural enemy.

Shin Yoo-jeong, as if asking for help, tapped Baek Ji-hoon on the shoulder and said,

“Well, cheer up.”

Contrary to expectations, the person Shin Yu-jeong felt sorry for was Baek Ji-hoon, not Kim Do-jin.

She knows now too.

‘That bastard is not an ordinary wizard.’

That Kim Do-jin is not an ordinary wizard.

It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly what’s different, but at least I’ve realized that more things are being hidden than revealed.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a wizard to go into a dungeon alone and come out cleanly without even minor injuries.

Shin Yu-jeong was concerned about him and left a final request.

“Do it in moderation.”

It means to do it in moderation and if it doesn’t work, abstain.

However, Baek Ji-hoon took it differently.

I meant to ask Kim Do-jin not to bother him too much and to end it well at the right time.

“Okay, I’ll try to be careful.”

He said that to Shin Yu-jeong as he passed by, but his feelings were not like that at all.

Just then, the speaker called the next competitor.

[Baek Ji-hoon and Kim Do-jin enter the sparring hall.]

When it was his turn to finally return, Baek Ji-hoon entered the sparring hall with a proud bow.

By the time he reached the center of the sparring hall.

Kim Do-jin was coming up at a slow pace from the other side.

As I looked at him, my calm heart began to bloom again.

In Baek Ji-hoon’s view, Kim Do-jin was ‘the guy who sprinkled ash on the finished rice.’

He never wanted to let go of the man who had taken his rightful place.

‘I’ll make sure to let you go out on a stretcher.’

Meaningless words flowed through his ears, filled with thoughts of destroying him.

As this is a sparring match to check growth, there are some customary words to not use too many numbers.

[Sparring begins.]

Finally, the sparring began.

Having already experienced neutralizing wizards several times, he knows how to deal with wizards and cook them easily.

They occupy the back with ultra-fast movements that can never be imitated, and then, rather than unleashing their magic, push them so that they can’t even breathe.

Baek Ji-hoon immediately grabbed the dagger in both hands and launched himself.

His agility value is a whopping 45.

Looking at the agility value alone, it is at a level that is comparable to not only the first year, but also the second and third years.

Baek Ji-hoon, who took the back of Kim Do-jin, who was standing blankly with a quick movement that contained the essence, was confident of victory with a cruel smile on his face.

‘die!’

He thrust out his dagger.

It was a dagger with a blunt edge so as not to seriously injure the opponent, but it didn’t matter.

Because sword blades are useless for breaking limbs.

The moment when I was looking forward to the feeling of breaking the other person’s bones that I would soon feel.

A thick wall rose up in front of Baek Ji-hoon’s eyes.

「Stone Wall.」

At the same time, Kim Do-jin’s voice was heard.

“I’ve felt this for a long time, but the assassins… , creativity or novelty? “I think that’s a bit lacking.”

“what… ?”

While Baek Ji-hoon was questioning himself with a puzzled expression, the wall blocking him collapsed.

Kim Do-jin slowly turned his back towards him.

And then he continued speaking with an even more spiteful smile.

“They think they will win if they just hold back.”

Isn’t it proof that simply looking back on a false day is itself inadequate in many ways?

Baek Ji-hoon’s face distorted grimly at Kim Do-jin’s mocking tone.